#I watched that show in one sitting and when I tell you I went through the five stages of grief
xoxo-author · 2 days ago
“Best Friends”
Hey everyone! I am absolutely living for Rooster and constantly day dream about him so I thought I would put it into words. It’s probably not very good, my writing is shitty and a dumpster fire but it’s my dumpster fire. I hope you like it!!
Warnings: My writing
Pairing: Rooster x Reader(F)
"Damn little lady, I'd really like to see the other half of that butterfly tattoo."
I place the box cutter in my back pocket before pushing myself up from the ground, letting a playful smile take over my face as I turn around to face the other side of the bar.
Rooster had his forearms resting on the counter, leaning over the counter a little bit. I let my eyes wash over him, taking every bit of him in from the way his Hawaiian shirt clung to his body to the way his aviators sat on his beautiful face.
I wipe my hands on a towel as I make my way over to him, letting my fingers gently pry the sunglasses from his face before leaning up against the counter. I leaned over the counter and hooked a finger into his shirt pocket, tucking his glasses inside before slowly rubbing my nose against his, "In your dreams lieutenant Bradshaw."
His mouth parts slightly as I pull back, our faces still inches apart.
"I thought you weren't due to be stateside until a week."
Rooster clears his throat before offering a little shrug, "Something about a new mission and I guess they needed the best of  the best."
I let out a little chuckle before nodding my head to the right, "So that's why Hangman is here."
He rolls his eyes at me before completely changing the subject, "I went by your house earlier but you weren't there."
Pushing myself off the counter, I grab a glass before filling it with his favorite beer, "Katie needed to borrow my car and Bob was kind enough to offer to drive me to work."
Watching me place the beer in front of him, he furrows his brows, "Bob?"
Nodding my head towards the group of pilots, "He's here for the big secret mission but I've known him for a few years."
Slowly nodding his head, "When is your break?"
I shrug, "Whenever Penny decides to let me have one I guess."
I watch, slightly in awe, as he pushes himself up from the stool, his arms flexing as he does so. My eyes follow his movements as he grabs his aviators from his pocket and places them on the bridge of his nose before he grabs his beer and his signature smirk takes up purchase on his face, "Hey Pen, don't keep my girl from me for too long."
I barely heard what Penny said in response, my attention was solely focused on the Hawaiian shirt that was stretched across broad shoulders as he moved through the crowd.
"I didn't know you and Bradshaw were a thing."
My eyes snap back over to Penny, my head shaking, "We're not, we're just friends. Best friends."
She lets out a laugh, placing a pint of beer on the bar top, "Could've fooled me."
I narrow my eyes at her, "I could say the same about you and Captain Mitchell."
She copies me and narrows her eyes back at me, "Take your break in ten."
As I walked toward the group of pilots, I couldn't help but smile as they all looked so carefree. They had such a dangerous job and with whatever this new mission is about, it's nice to see them laughing and having fun.
I let out a little laugh as I am greeted with a very loud chorus of cheers from the group who probably have had one too many, "Hey guys!"
I pull up a chair to the table Bob was sitting at and watch as Phoenix and Hangman battle it out at the pool table.
Bob and I talk for a little bit before Rooster makes his way over to our table, setting his beer on the table before grabbing my hand and yanking me out of my chair.
I let him lead me over to the piano before he tells me to wait there while he goes and unplugs the jukebox which makes everyone groan.
He comes back over and sits on the bench before he grabs my hand and pulls me around so I was standing in front of the piano, facing him. He makes a show of cracking his fingers and sending me a wink which causes me to shake my head at him.
I let out a laugh as he begins to play and the familiar tune starts to ring out.
"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain"
It took no time at all for everyone to join in singing, or more like yelling. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as Rooster sings his heart out.
Every time he would look at me, which was basically the whole song, my heart did a little jump...but that was normal for best friends, right?
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deceptxcon · a day ago
I'm the anon that asked for the sh fic and I have to say that one was perfect I loved it.... if possible could you do smth similar with wilbur and karl... love those 2 bois so much.... also could I be ⚡anon? I've recently come out as nb and changed my name to Ash so my new nickname is pikachu.... low-key love it much gender
Tysm <3
'' i'm with you ''
PAIRING, ROM!separate: wilbur x reader / karl x reader
DESCRIPTION: wilbur/karl find out you S/H..this is how they react and help you.
AUTHORS NOTE: so glad you liked it! and of course you can, love it! welcome to the fam, Ash! :] also, if you'd rather it be platonic, I can change it up if you'd like me to!!
The fire crackled in front of the both of you, tired eyes faced toward the fire as it hummed a low heat. Your face was sunkissed by the tame light of the fire in front of you. The environment was booming with cicadas and grasshoppers, only to be accompanied by mosquitoes. Both you and Karl’s skin was prickled with bug bites and wood from the logs; now being burned.
You didn’t tell him what was going on, you couldn’t. Even though he has been with you through thick and thin, you couldn’t bear to tell him you were having a rough time some would say..and that hurt; not being able to tell him.
But Karl knew something was up, with the way you avoided a question or kept your eyes away from his…hiding your arms…he had suspicion.
“Hey, hon?” He asked, his voice soft as he watched you tilt your head up to look at him. “I’ve been..noticing things has been rough for you recently. Like really rough,” Before he could finish, you looked away, sitting up in your seat. Karl sighed, knowing this was a difficult topic. “I’m sorry but..baby I’m worried about you." He admitted. You hated talking about anything personal, it made you uncomfortable even when you most need to. And Karl was like a helicopter mom, always making sure you were alright, even in the happiest of times. He really cares, and he makes sure to show that he loves you more than anything. (and even putting himself on the line for you.)
You shrugged, hugging your sides as you looked off into the distance, clouds shifted to a blue hue as the moon started to rise, the left-beared sun now at rest. "Sure. It's been...hard, I guess," You began, your voice soft as you kicked the dirt under your shoes. "Why are you worried? It's just been rough, there's not much you can do, Karl." You said with a small smile, leaning back in your chair. Karl sighed, playing with his rings as he tried to bring up the confidence to ask you the question that lingered in his mind for months.
"Y/n, have you.." Karl began, mouth agape as he continued to try. You simply sat in wait. "You cover your arms and wear long sleeves more often than not. Are you...harming yourself?" He said, eyes glancing over you as your face went pale. And with that, you stood from your chair and tried to run to the bathroom, suddenly feeling sick. Karl rushed after you, noticing you looking frail.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, I'm so sorry," You mumbled under your breath as you went to hug Karl, his heart breaking as you tried to calm yourself. You were tearing up a bit, but as your breath continued to quicken, you felt yourself get light-headed. The man set you down gently, sitting beside you as you panted and hiccuped. Karl gently rubbed your back, the metal of his accessories calmed you as they rubbed against your shirt.
Calmness then settled in the, no longer, tense atmosphere. Although the fire was abandoned, you two sat quite a distance from it. You looked up at him, hair covering your face as your eyes were a faint red. Karl used his free hand to push the hair out of your vision, eyes sad as he tried to see you. "You have me. I will never leave as long as I'm beside you," His words comforted you as he gave a smile. "I'm your best friend when you need one, a shoulder to lean on, okay?" Karl concluded, gently tilting your head to rest on his chest as you slowly found it serene.
Karl poked at your heart, making you laugh. "I'm with you, whether you like it or not."
Wilbur was teaching you how to play guitar, and you were more than hyped to realize that you've got a hang of it!
You two sat in his room, him telling you the basics as you went on and on about how you were finally getting it. Very often you would tinker with his guitar, just playing, not so much performing. You always loved it and how it played, it inspired you like no other, especially with how different it can play despite its visual appearance. Whether it be tango or slow dance.
You had completely forgotten about your sweater sleeve falling down your wrist as your hands positioned on the neck, getting comfortable with the familiar chords. As Wilbur went on about how the song played, his eyes landed on your scars; your wrist. His voice hiccuped, not expecting to see them - or anything at all. You looked over at him in question, furrowing your eyebrows before you connected the dots. Your face went white as it flushed all color out, you gently put the guitar against the wall and pulled the sleeves farther down your arm. "Fuck," You whispered, standing from the bed as you faced away from him. Wilbur looked down at his hands in silence, worried about what he could say next. "You weren't supposed to...Jesus, not like that." You tried to defend yourself, closing your eyes as you tried to find a reasonable way out of this...but Wilbur saw it, it's not something he could so easily erase from his mind now that he knows. Wilbur sighed. "I could try and forget it, but I really can't promise you I will." He tried to reason, but you both knew you both saw it and there was no rhyme.
You shook your head as you turned around, grabbing the guitar as you tried to put it back in its case, obviously struggling as you became more and more upset. Wilbur saw how your face teared up as you had trouble with the zipper. The brunette dropped down to his knees beside you as he put his hand on top of yours...you felt yourself collapse in his hold, gently petting your hair while you tried to calm down. Breath heavy, you slowly grew tired against him as you looked up at Wilbur. "Hey," He whispered. Your lip quivered as you laid your head against him again. "We can talk in the morning, how about that? Why don't you get some rest, yeah?" He asked, but you shook your head, bringing yourself away from him as you wiped your eyes.
"You were gonna find out sooner or later, but why the h..hell now?" You hiccuped as you finished your sentence roughly. Wilbur sighed, not really finding the right words to say, but all he knew was that he badly wanted to cheer you up.
"I don't know, but I prefer if I knew," He admitted. You looked up at him, confused by his statement. Wilbur brought his hand up to his neck as his eyes searched the room, mind scattered while he picked his words carefully. "I like to know when you're upset, or mad. I wanna help, and I wanna be here for you. You're my favorite person, Y/n. You hold a special place, and I want to be that person to you as you are to me." Wilbur said, and with that, you took his hand and held it to your heart, curling up beside him.
"Thank you."
- deacy! <3
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mavrellover91 · 2 days ago
The Mixup (part two)
Pairing: Sebsatian Stan x Female Reader
A/N: I know nothing about what happens in Artificial insemination except what I have seen in tv shows and movies, so please don’t come for me. please don’t copy my work. Any and all mismakes are my own.
Summary: Y/n turns 33 with no husband or kids in sight and decides to have a baby all by herself. When a mix-up at the clinic changes her life forever.
Series Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Artificial insemination, Angst, Bad doctors, Lawyers, Past SA, Past abortion. 
Part two 
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For the last two weeks, I have been impatiently waiting to be able to take a pregnancy test. I finally gave in to my need to take a test the day before my appointment at the clinic. I run out to the pharmacy close to my work on my way home and buy three different types of tests. As I wait for my phone timer to go off, I start to tell myself that it is ok if the test comes back negative. That there is only a 15 percent chance that it will be positive. So when my timer goes off, I have convinced myself that it will be negative, that when I turn the tests over and they say that I am pregnant. I'm in a state of disbelief. With tears rolling down my face, I call Henry to tell him. “Come on, come on, pick up your phone”, I tell my phone as I wait for him to pick up. “Hey, baby girl, what's up?” Henry answers his phone. “I’m pregnant, Hen”, I yell into the phone, “ you are the best friend a girl could ever have, and you are going to be the best gay uncle ever”. “Wait, hold on, I thought your appointment was tomorrow, “ Henry asked. “Well, I couldn’t wait any longer, so I went out a brought some tests, and they all have come back positive”, I reply. “You BITCH. I would have come over if I had known.” Henry laughs through the phone, “Are you still going to your appointment tomorrow, and I'm still picking you up?” Henry asks after we both stop laughing. “Yes, and Yes, I want to doctors to confirm that it is not a false positive and that I am pregnant.” “Ok, baby girl, I will pick you up at 10:30 tomorrow morning; I am so excited for you; you are going to be the best mum ever” “You bitch, you are going to make me cry if you don’t stop” I reply with a watery laugh as the tears start to form in my eyes. “Whatever, I love you and see you tomorrow morning, baby girl” “Love you too, Hen. I can't wait “. After hanging up the phone, I go about my regular nightly routine and prepare for bed.
The following day I am a bundle of nerves as I watch the seconds tick by as I wait for Henry to pick me up. At 10:30, Henry texts me telling me he is downstairs waiting for me. I rush out the door and down the stairs hopping into Henry’s car. We arrived at the clinic within five minutes and signed in for our 11 o’clock appointment. Within five minutes of sitting down, one of the nurses called me back to have my blood drawn and get a Urine Sample; after she was finished taking my blood and got my sample, she sends me back to the waiting room to wait for the doctor. “Wow that was quick” Henry states as I sit down and wait. Meanwhile, in the back of the clinic, Doctor Jones does a pregnancy test using my sample, hoping for the first time in his career that the test would come back negative. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” doctor Jones starts chanting as the test comes back positive “I’m am fucking screwed” he tells himself. As he pulls himself together he realised that he needs to get his lawyer down to the clinic as soon as possible, as well as make an appointment to talk to Mr Stan. “Nurse can you please , take Miss L/n and Mr Sanders into one of the conference rooms and call Mr Stan to make an appointment for him to come down to the clinic as soon as he can” “ of course doctor, right away” as the nurse walks away doctor Jones pulls out his phone calling his lawyer “I fucked up and I need you to come down to the clinic as soon as possible” he tells his lawyer when he picks up the phone “Ok I will be there in 15 minutes” was his only reply before the phone was disconnected.
I glance at the clock and notice that the doctor is running late, normal I would just tell myself that it’s ok that the doctor is 10 minutes late but I can’t stop the nervous feeling in my stomach that something is wrong. “Do you think there is something wrong with my blood and urine simples and that is why the doctor is running late” I ask Henry. “God you a such a mum already.Henry laughs, everything is fine the doctor just running a little bit late stop worrying”. When the nurse comes to take us back 15 minutes later I am a little confused about why we are going into one of the clinics conference room instead of one of the exam rooms. As we walk into the room Henry and I both look at each other as soon as notice a man wearing a very expensive looking suit standing next to Doctor Jones talking in hashed tones. “Good morning Mis L/n and Mr Sanders. I am so sorry for keeping you waiting. Please have a seat we have much to discuss” Doctor Jones greets us. After we take our seats Doctor Jones take a deep breath before he starts talking “Miss L/n I would like to start off by saying congratulations you are pregnant, however there are some things that I need to tell you about your pregnancy. Before I continue I would like to say how deeply sorry I am on behalf of myself and my clinic” for he could continue I ask “is there something wrong with my baby?” “No, no not that I know of” I let out the breath I have been hold “what I am here to talk with you is that there has a clerical error that has come to my attention that I need to address with you and Mr Sanders.  Miss L/n. There is no easy way of saying this, an error was made on the day of your insemination where you were not inseminated with Mr Sanders semen but that of another man. So the child you are carrying is not Mr Sanders but that of this other man”.
I sit there staring at Doctor Jones as my brain tries to make sense of what the doctor has just told me. “So you are telling us that you fucked up and knocked my friend up with the wrong sperm? The sperm of a complete stranger that we know nothing about. Who is this person and what is their medical background?” Henry asks before my brain could start working again. “Mr Sanders I understand that you are angry and upset about this news but I am unable to give you another persons personal and medical details” doctor Jones tries to explain to us. The room starts to spin as my stomach starts to tune “I need some air, I’m not feeling so good” I tell them as I stand up and start walking out the door. Only making it as far as the waste basket by the door before I start vomiting. Henry is up and out of his chair within seconds of me vomiting and is holding my hair out of the way “Y/n, baby girl are you ok” he asks as I continue to vomit into the basket “no I need some air” I mummer between bursts of vomit. Henry picks up the basket and helps me out the door “you will be hearing from our lawyer. I will have your license for this” he yells as we move out of the building.
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counting-stars-alone · 7 months ago
Y’all could have fucking told me Arcane was gonna screw me up, but no. You lured me in with your gay shit, and I got traumatized sisters.
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the-faultofdaedalus · a year ago
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
Thyme wakes up in a clearing she recognizes well. Her mother is not there. 
The house she had grown up in is a pile of logs on the ground, destroyed and broken and in disarray, and Thyme is afraid. She calls for her mother, once, twice, and then rolls up her sleeves and begins the trek towards town. 
Her home is not here, she has neither her bow nor her knife, and if she means to figure out what happened she needs supplies. People are always in need of a witch, she knows, and her mother taught her long ago the value of a silver tongue. 
She walks out of the woods, and the town is... different. Smaller. The mill she knew so fondly, that she used to climb in with the other children of the village, isn’t there. 
There’s no indication it was ever there, and all at once, Thyme realizes what the ritual was for. 
It was a time-spell, and now she is in the past. The house is in ruins because her mother has not repaired it yet, the mill is gone because it has not been built yet. 
She is here, because...
She does not know. 
And now, it is up to her to take care of herself.
She learns the date from the villagers, gets herself a room at the inn and a good hot meal in exchange for looking at the innkeeper’s son, who has been wracked with cough for weeks now, apparently. 
His face is one Thyme knows, one that in her days were covered in wrinkles and laugh-lines, and as she goes back out into the woods to collect the herbs she needs to cure the boy, she thinks.
The boy will take the inn over from his father, and he will always welcome Thyme’s mother in with open arms for saving him when he was a child. Either the story had been wrong, or Thyme has already broken things. 
Thyme does not know which one she fears more.
She waits in the village for a full turn of the moon for her mother to come. She knows that this is when she should have come in to town. She knows that she should show up here, any day. 
The boy’s cough gets better and when it’s gone completely Thyme buys herself a knife at the blacksmith’s and returns to the woods, to the clearing she calls home. Hands on her hips, she surveys the once-cottage, and makes a plan. 
The house takes a long time to build. She buys an axe, makes a bow, and sleeps under the stars while the house is very slowly built back up. Walls, roof, floors, and then a fireplace, big and wide enough to fit a cauldron, built from special bluestone she hauls from a nearby hill one lump at a time, all the better to brew inside. 
Mama, she thinks wryly, you better be grateful for this. 
She hunts for herself, mostly, snares rabbits and shoots down deer, strips them of their skin, treats it and leaves the fur out to dry. They’ll be good blankets, a good winter cloak, someday. She knows what plants she can eat, what plants will be good, and she survives. She builds. 
She does not tell the villagers her name, and they know her only as “the witch.” 
Thyme eventually stops waiting for her mother. She watches herself in the mirror, and aches at how much they look the same. How much she’s turning out like her mother. 
She helps the villagers, occasionally travels further to heal illnesses in other villages, but mostly stays to herself, in the woods, collecting books and herbs and the house grows more and more as she remembers it. Her hair, that used to be so dark, raven’s hair, her mother would say, braiding it back for her before she learned to do it herself, gets shot through with white and goes grey. 
There’s wrinkles on her face that didn’t used to be there. 
Thyme stops waiting, and becomes the witch of the these woods.
And then. 
The King and Queen of these lands show up at her door, and they are holding a baby girl. 
Please, they say, We need a son. Give us a son. 
And Thyme, who now has a scar on her cheek from a branch whipping at her too fast to avoid, who knows that her mother had had the same scar, looks at the baby, meets her eyes, and knows that they are her eyes. 
I’ll give you a son, Thyme tells them, as if through a trance, but the cost will be your daughter.
They agree, as she knew they would, and she makes a boy out of clay and wood and she remembers learning how to make constructs like these with her mother, she breaths life into it and sends it off with the King and Queen and she holds their baby in her arms. 
Black hair. Dark eyes. A quiet baby, who looks up at her with a solemness that Thyme’s not entirely sure babies are supposed to have. 
Hello, little one, Thyme says, holds out her finger for the baby to grasp, feels her voice crack down the centre like a burnt-out log when the infant holds her finger in her chubby little hand. 
She’s a princess. This baby is a princess, and this baby is her, and her mother has never existed. She knows all these things now, but the thing that she knows most strongly is that she will protect this child, and not only because this child is her. 
(It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother telling her, it is alright to take things for yourself. You do not need to give yourself away, remember that.)
She has to build a crib and cradle for the baby, and until it’s finished, until she knows that the birchwood and blanket is as comfortable as it can be, she sleeps with the baby -- with Thyme, her name will be Thyme, and she smiles as she thinks it -- on her chest. 
She goes into the village, walking through the woods as baby Thyme looks at the trees and the plants with wide eyes, brings her to a farmer who has raised three girls, knocks at her door, and says, help me. 
The witch doesn’t know how to care for a child, and she is going to learn. She must learn. 
The farmer helps her gladly, something in her eyes that tells the witch that she misses having children, that however much she loves her girls, grown and adventurous, sun-browned and strong from working the fields with her mother, she misses caring for an infant. 
She learns how to make formula out of goat’s milk, how to burp the baby, how to change and wash her. She learns how to tell why the baby might be crying -- even though baby Thyme rarely cries, prefers to watch the world with her big, dark eyes -- and how to fix what might be wrong. 
She sits with the farmer as Thyme plays with a doll carved from a cow’s bone, and learns how to thresh wheat. 
The farmer never asks where the baby came from, but does remark how alike they look, that Thyme looks just like her mother, and the witch smiles at that. 
Thyme seems to grow quickly, learning to crawl, and then to toddle around while hanging off the furniture, and the witch cries at Thyme’s first, unsteady and unsupported steps, even as she builds high shelves into the rafters of her home so that Thyme won’t end up eating things she shouldn’t.
The witch takes Thyme into the village more and more, first in a bag tucked up close against her chest, and when Thyme grows more, holding her hand as she runs through the woods as fast as her little legs will carry her. Every time Thyme runs off to bring back a flower, the witch feels a surge of fondness she refuses to suppress. 
The mill is built, and the witch watches as Thyme runs off to play with the other village kids, brave and fearless and so, so curious. 
She teaches Thyme her first charm when the girl is eight, and Thyme takes to the craft like she takes to memorizing the names and uses of plants, like she takes to a bow and knife, like she takes to books, exactly as the witch knew she would. 
Sometimes, the witch hates the lie she’s made Thyme into. She agonizes over it, over she should tell the girl her true parentage, should spill this secret like a cut bag of wheat, but--
She does not want Thyme to know that she was traded away so easily. She does not want Thyme to know that to her birth parents, she was worthless. 
She asks, though. Asks, do you want to be like the girls in the books? a princess? and is warmed to the core when Thyme answers no. 
Yes, the witch had known what she had answered. Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her life, her studies, the woods, her home. 
(Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her mother, because the witch loved her mother. She knows this, and still, she asks.)
The witch teaches Thyme how to make constructs, how to animate them, is proud beyond words when on her fifth try, casting over a wood skeleton covered in clay, the shape of a rabbit, the thing shivers to life, and hops over to push it’s nose into Thyme’s outstreached hands, the girl beaming so brightly that the witch thinks the woods might be glowing with it. The rabbit-construct is lumpy, and uneven, it’s movements slow and unnatural, and she has not yet taught Thyme how to cast the illusion spell onto it that will make it look real, and alive, but Thyme looks so happy that the witch nearly, nearly, forgets her guilt at the purpose of this spell.
Thyme grows, first into a teen, skinny and narrow from how she had shot taller like a willow tree, bony and sharp and lean, and into a woman, growing broad from good food and hard work, takes to hiking into the woods for days at a time with only her knife and her bow and a pouch of herbs, returns home with wild hair the witch combs out for her as Thyme tells her of her adventures.
It matters not that the witch knows all of these stories, knows them because she lived them herself, when she was a girl. She listens to her daughter, dragging the comb through her tangled hair, asks about the falls she found, the cliffs, the animals, the herbs, makes sure that Thyme knows that she will be listened to, that she deserves to be listened to. She listens, because she knows that no matter how much Thyme loves going on these adventures, she also loves coming home, and sharing in these simple, cozy moments.
Winter comes. With the cold comes a grief, a guilt, that weighs heavy on the witch’s heart. She begins preparing for the ritual, for the time-spell that will send her daughter backwards and into loneliness and into the position to save herself from what her true parents would force her to become, backwards to learn the truth, backwards to become her.
She knows why she must do this. She has scryed on her construct, the prince, the soon-to-be-king, every moon since she sent him away and took herself in his place. She sees what he has grown into, she sees what the power has done to him, she sees and she knows that she and her daughter would have suffered greatly in that role. She sees him make hard choices.
She sees him go to war.
She sees the illusion she cast over branch and clay bleed. She sees him, bandages around his torso, arm hanging awkwardly by his side, leave the castle, and wade into the lake outside of it’s walls. She sees the clay in the lakebed melt towards him, heal the wounds, make him fit to wield a sword the very next day.
She does not want that. She does not want that for her daughter.
It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother saying to her, remembers saying to her Thyme, bleeding for others is a gift. It is valued, but it is up to you to give it.
Spring comes. Reedy plants are tended into a circle. Summer comes. Fires are burned over the dirt, ash mixed with soil. Fall comes. The heart of a boar is buried under the circle, placed to rest with gentle words. The witch and her daughter, Thyme and Thyme, stand together, hands raised, looking at each other.
The witch whispers, I’m sorry.
And her daughter disappears.
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sxtaep · 2 months ago
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↬ description: when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.
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pairing — jungkook x female reader
genre — fluff, smut, angst
rating — 18+
word count — 2.6k
warnings/tags — bodyguard!au, bodyguard!jk, idol!reader, softdom!jk, sub!reader, unrequited love, explicit smut, rejection, a little pining, active shooter situation, mentions of guns, mentions of death, death threats, attempted murder, jk regrets a lot, making out, teasing, foreplay, fingering, finger sucking, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), indirect confession, mentions of body worship, love-making, gets a bit fluffy near the end
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If you had known Jeon Jungkook would be filling in the role as your bodyguard, you would’ve never gone through with it.
Your first love, Jeon Jungkook.
Your crush on him back in high school was a pretty big one. So big, your whole year group knew about it, and that meant Jungkook knew as well. You assumed he wouldn’t care, but in fact he did.
He cared enough to tell you the feelings weren’t mutual.
Since then, you avoided him for the remainder of the year before going off to university. You couldn’t bring yourself to be in his presence after that, and you were lucky to have not bumped into him during that time.
Here you are now, 23 years old, world-renowned artist, squeezed into a limo and forced to sit in between Jungkook and his associate. You were on your way back from what you thought was nothing more than a red carpet event, but it was far from it.
Multiple rumours were circulating that there was an attacker present at the event you attended earlier today, threatening to fire a gun at you, and in all honesty, you weren’t too phased since these ‘threats’ were always empty.
“You can never be too cautious, Y/N,” Jungkook scolds you, equipping his wires under his bulletproof vest beneath his dress shirt and fixing his in-ears. Your carelessness was something he hated, and the fact that you didn’t care much about the threat only proved his point further.
“Jungkook, it’s really not that deep. Almost a hundred people have sent me death threats, and here I am, standing in front of you, alive and well,” you say, your arms out by your side to show him that really, you were perfectly fine.
You were minding your own business, flashing a smile at all the cameras in front of you, pulling different poses, when the piercing sound of what you failed to fear most, sounded across the venue.
Any normal person would make a run for it, which is what everyone did, except for you. You were stuck in a state of shock, standing on the red carpet and watching everyone panic.
If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you’d be 100% dead by now. With his quick thinking and fast reflexes, he was able to join you on the carpet, grabbing tightly at your wrist and dragging you away from the scene to somewhere more safe.
He was muttering a bunch of code into his earpiece, something along the lines of you being escorted out through the back of the venue.
And that brings you here, in the car whilst Jungkook’s associate went on about extra precautionary measures.
“We’ve prepared a safe house for you both to stay in indefinitely.”
Safe house?
Mentions of the safe house certainly woke you up. “You mean, locking us up in a house with no outside contact, and no fresh air? Do we at least get internet?”
Jungkook stayed silent, knowing he had no choice but to abide since it was his job.
“Miss L/N, we can’t take any risks. We’ve had to cut off the internet in the safe-house in case the perpetrator tracks it back to your personal devices. We’ve upped our cyber security, but we just can’t risk the shooter getting to you.”
It all sounded like too much. It sounded suffocating.
“Besides, you’ll have Mr Jeon joining you on your stay. You guys have history, no? It shouldn’t be too bad.”
Your body went stiff.
You and Jungkook had gone two years without high school being mentioned and this was probably the worst time to think about him rejecting you 5 years ago.
Neither of you said a word after that, silently driving to the safe-house and when you got there, Jungkook escorted you inside, following behind you and closing the door.
Much to your surprise, all of your belongings were stuffed in a suitcase by the front door.
At least you saved time on packing.
The safe house wasn’t too bad, it looked like an average family home. The curtains were forced shut, restricting any possible line of sight into the house. There were certain places marked ‘x’ on the floor, indicating the spots you weren’t allowed to stand on.
“You should probably get out of that dress, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it is,” you hear Jungkook’s voice behind you as he grabs your suitcases. He was right, the black Vera Wang dress you were forced to wear was extremely tight fitting, almost suffocating, but you couldn’t deny, it did the job of showing off your best assets.
“What? You think I don’t look good?” you prompt, trying to sound offended but it was all in good humour.
Jungkook scoffed and pushed past you to go upstairs and into your assigned room. “I already said you looked good earlier, what more do you want from me?”
You follow behind him and throw yourself onto the bed with a sigh. You don’t respond straight away, tempted to go with ‘your love,’ but instead you opt for something else. “I don’t know? Anything? It’s not everyday you get shot at.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened at your words. He felt pity for you. You were nothing more than a pure soul that didn’t deserve any of this shit and yet there were people out there trying to get you. How would you ever recover from this?
“That door by the corner leads into my room. If you need anything from me during the night, just knock and I’ll be happy to assist, but aside from that, join me downstairs if you wish to have company tonight.”
With that, Jungkook leaves you to change. You sit up on the bed, eyes wandering around the unfamiliar room as tonight’s events slowly started to sink in.
You didn’t want to be alone tonight. What if someone tried to kidnap you?
Or kill you?
You shook your head of your incessant thoughts, making quick moves to change out of your evening dress and into something more comfortable; a pair of black leggings and a crème blouse.
Back downstairs, Jungkook was carrying out last minute security checks around the house, ensuring every door and window was locked. He put on some slow music in hopes it would help distract you from everything that happened tonight and when your ears first picked up on it, you couldn’t help but smile.
Once everything was deemed safe, Jungkook fell back on the couch, eyes closing and mind running 100 miles per minute.
What if you did get shot today?
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself after that. His life was flashing before his eyes, mind running back to high school when you both first met. Things were easier back then. These days you were forced to stick by his side just for a visit to the local cafe.
His train of thoughts came to a stop the moment you walked into the room with a hopeful smile on your face.
“Dance with me?”
Jungkook would normally refuse such a request, wanting to keep things professional, but if this was your way of coping, then he’d do it a hundred times over for you.
“Just this once, Miss L/N”
You turn up the music on the bluetooth speaker, humming along to the song as Jungkook makes his way over to you, his hands starting to sweat profusely.
As he got closer to you, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you were certain your request had made him uncomfortable, but you didn’t back down. Once he was close enough to you, you grabbed his hands, setting them on your hips to which Jungkook gladly pulled your body closer to his.
You were surprised by his forwardness and laughed softly, “I know you’re not the dancing type, but I just need something..” you mumble, holding his hand out to the side and resting your chin on his shoulder. Jungkook stayed silently, paying extra attention to the beat of the song and swaying both your bodies in time to the music.
You couldn’t tell if you were doing this because you needed to ‘cope,’ or if you still had feelings for him, but the fact that he wasn’t stopping you, gave you the green light.
“This is nice..” you whisper, to which Jungkook hummed in agreement. Everything felt so peaceful; both of you lost in your own worlds, ignoring whoever the hell was after you.
After a few minutes of mindless swaying, Jungkook pulled away from you with a soft smile on his face. You looked so beautiful; bare-faced and glowing under the dim light of the room. His eyes were seeping into you, and you looked so clueless you couldn’t do anything but clear your throat awkwardly.
He needed to do this. He went 5 years lying to himself about his feelings for you. Now would be the right time to change that.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered down to your lips, and without second-guessing himself, his lips were moulding perfectly with yours.
At first you froze, just like you did on the red carpet, but once it hit you that this was Jeon Jungkook kissing you, you gladly returned the kiss, your hands moving down to grip onto his biceps as he held you tightly in his arms.
You took a few steps forward, forcing him to take a few steps back until he fell back onto the couch. The sight in front of him was to die for; you towering over him with utmost desire in your eyes.
“Have I ever told you how attracted I am to you?” He asks breathlessly, staring up at your form with a small smirk on his lips.
Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, almost as if he was offering you his lap, which you couldn’t turn down. You set yourself on top of him, your hands creeping up to brush through his dark hair as your hips simultaneously rolled against him, eliciting a quiet groan to fall from his lips.
“Forced myself to keep my mouth shut all these years,” he seethes, gripping your hips and guiding your clothed cunt over his growing erection. It sounded like he was mad at himself, but who were you to stop him? He missed out on you, if anything, he deserved some hard hitting self-realisation.
“Had to watch all these men fawn over you for the last two years. I fucking hated it.”
You whimper at his words, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders for more stability. By now your poor cunt was pulsating between your legs, desperate for something other than childish grinding, and it seemed that Jungkook took notice, his hands pulling your leggings down half way so he could dip his index and middle finger into your soaking heat.
“There she is,” he teases, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you and wallowing at the way your walls would greedily squeeze around his digits. Your pussy was salivating around him and the sheer embarrassment on your face completely gave you away.
“Can’t imagine how you’d react with my cock buried deep inside you, huh?” Neither could you. You’d probably lose yourself on his cock, and the idea seemed quite enjoyable.
You couldn’t even sit up right, finding yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck as his digits stretched you out. Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this situation with your highschool crush, and now that it was finally happening, you had no clue how to act.
“Come on, Y/N.. tell me how much you love me,” Jungkook taunts you, licking over his bottom lip and pulling his fingers out of you, all covered in your arousal. He grabs ahold of your jaw and forces your mouth open before stuffing his coated digits into your mouth, completely catching you off-guard.
“I said tell me how much you love me.”
Your lips act on its own accord, immediately wrapping around his fingers as you stare at him like a lost puppy.
“I’m not gonna cum on my own, so make it quick,” he grips your jaw harder, urging you to go on.
“Mmf— I love you—!” you cry out, words all muffled and incoherent, but Jungkook let you off, retracting his hands away to fiddle with the belt of his black dress pants, pulling them down along with his boxers
Even though he was satisfied with your response, you still continued, “So, so much!”
You blabbered on about how you never got over him, you went to sleep every night creating fake scenarios about him, and spent your more ‘intimate’ moments thinking about him. You did that far too much to the point where you couldn’t even cum without thinking of him.
You hadn’t even noticed that Jungkook had his cock standing tall and hard beneath you, magically slipping into your tight cunt which so happily took him in, your walls wrapping around him perfectly.
The stretch was undeniably painful, but you knew you could handle it, whimpering softly when you felt him lift his hips up into you.
“Pretty girl with such a pretty pussy, hm?” Jungkook’s eyes danced down to where his body met yours, almost cumming on the spot just from the sight of his cock splitting you open.
You couldn’t handle such compliments, such praise, unable to respond to him, but the way your body was taking him so well was enough to let him know that you were enjoying yourself.
“Fuck— this isn’t doing it for me,” Jungkook had given you enough time to get used to his size and his current pace, so he decided to completely take over, lifting you up and shifting your position; now you were on the couch whilst he was still stuffed between your legs.
The position was far more extravagant, allowing him to bunch your knees up your chest, watching them press against your clothed tits as he mercilessly fucked into you at an ungodly pace.
“We could be stuck here for days, weeks, even months,” he starts, digging his nails into the plush skin of your thighs, “I’m gonna spend every minute of everyday with you, making love to you, worshipping your body the way I should’ve done 5 years ago.”
Your heart was running laps, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach and your pussy fluttering after every word.
The more he went on, the closer you were to cumming all over him. “Come on pretty baby, I can feel you clenching around me, you don’t need to ask for permission,” Jungkook coos, softly rubbing his thumb against your cheek without disrupting the movement of his hips as his orgasm neared closer to yours.
And before you knew it, your body was breaking down beneath him, your orgasm washing over your body like a herd as a string of curses oh-so-effortlessly fell from your lips.
“Shit—” Jungkook joined you down under, his hips finally coming to a slow stutter as he drained his thick load inside of you, watching the way hints of white would spill out onto the sofa beneath you.
“Aw, you made such a mess,” he pouts, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers, stuffing the excess cum back into your sensitive, gaping hole. He let out an airy chuckle, jerking himself off a couple times to get himself up and running again and you couldn’t tell if he was being serious.
“You know I’m nowhere near finished with you, right?”
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kinanabinks · 4 months ago
play pretend
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in order to appease his uncle, bucky needs to prove that he's a family man. what better way to get that image across than with a loving wife? there's only one problem: bucky doesn't have a wife. he does, however, have a little fairy.
content warning: mob!bucky x best friend!reader, fake relationship, idiots in love, friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, kissing, angst, mention of sex, dirty talk (degradation kink, dom/sub dynamic).
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The second you get to your apartment door, you know something's wrong. You feel it in the air. You may be tipsy from the drinks you got with your colleagues after work, and the late hour may be making you paranoid, but if being best friends with a criminal has taught you anything, it's to trust your instincts. When you hear a quiet thud from inside, your eyes widen. Fuck.
You put your key in the door while dialing Bucky's number, before reaching into your purse and taking out the pepper spray. It isn't a gun, but you can't exactly take a weapon into your office every day.
"Hey, fairy," Bucky's calming voice rings through your phone, giving you some relief.
"James," You whisper curtly while slowly turning the key. "There's someone in my apartment. I'm gonna kill him, but I just wanted to let you know, first."
All he does is chuckle while you open the door as quietly as possible, his tone oddly light for someone who claims to be so protective of you. "Go get him, tiger. Show him who's boss."
Did he just hang up?
You frown at his lack of concern, but peg it on him not believing you. Bastard. He'll learn to take you seriously when it's he who has to clean up the blood. Entering your apartment, you drop your bag and hold up the pepper spray. "Whoever you are, show yourself!" You call out, flicking on the light and looking around. "I've been taught how to kill a man with nothing but my bare hands!"
"If you wanted to use your hands on me, baby, you should've just asked." The smooth voice makes you scream in shock, your eyes and mouth wide as you see Bucky sitting in your armchair.
"What the fuck?" You yell, kicking the door shut behind you. "Don't scare me like that, you prick!"
"I'm sorry, fairy, it's just too easy," He laughs, standing up and striding over to you before pulling you in for a tight hug. When he pulls away, he cups your cheek, scanning your face and frowning when he smells the vodka on you. "Why you home so late, huh? Haven't I told you to call me when you come home late? Especially when you've been drinking."
"It's fine; Mr. Stark walked me home from the bar," You tell him casually while taking off your coat.
"Tony?" Bucky repeats with narrow eyes. "Why the fuck were you at a bar with him?"
You grin. There's that protective instinct, back in full swing. "It was a work thing; Margo's last day, so we went for drinks," You explain. "Sorry I didn't tell you. I figured you'd be busy, seeing as it's a Friday night, and all."
"I don't care what day it is; you stay out past 9, you call me," He states firmly, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. "How many times do I have to explain that to you?"
"Alright, alright, jeez," You whine, pulling his hand off of you and walking over to the kitchen area. "You hungry? I'm hungry. Hummus. I have hummus and pitta. Yum."
While you grab items from your fridge, including the tub of hummus and a carton of orange juice, Bucky takes a seat at the table. He watches you with a smirk as you flit around the kitchen, grabbing everything that looks good and putting it on the table in front of him. After toasting some pitta bread, you cut it into bite sized pieces and place it down too, before sitting next to him.
He wraps his hand around the leg of your chair and pulls you closer, parting his lips when you bring up a piece of pitta bread with a healthy dollop of hummus to his mouth.
"Here comes the airplane," You tease, your eyes filling with delight as he eats it. He bites on the tip of your finger, making you yelp and pull your hand back. "Bad boy! You have lost your pitta privileges."
Bucky pouts but says nothing, sitting back and letting you indulge in your feast. After a few moments, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black, velvet box. "Fairy," He mumbles, patting your thigh. "Got something for you."
"What is it?" You ask with a mouthful of chocolate, raising your brows.
Instead of telling you, he shows you, flicking open the box to reveal the most beautiful ring. With a smile, he meets your eyes. "Marry me."
Your heart skips a beat but a split second later, you snort. "Get the fuck outta here, Jamie. What's that for?"
"You're gonna wear it over the weekend," He informs you. "I need you to pretend to be my wife until Sunday. Two days, that's it."
"What the fuck for?" You ask, utterly baffled. "You got a coupon for a honeymoon package, or something?"
"My uncle's coming to town," He says with a sigh.
"Uncle Jack?" You ask with wide eyes. "What does he have to do with anything?"
"Don't look so excited," He grumbles with an eye roll. "He's expecting to come home and be introduced to my family. I need you to do this for me."
After the death of Bucky's father, Jack took over the business. Then, once Bucky turned 18, Jack left the country, claiming Bucky was capable of running the business himself. You haven't seen Jack in a few years, but every time he visits, Bucky almost goes insane with stress. He feels pressured to impress his uncle; as though he has something to prove.
"The numbers don't meant a thing to him; he won't care how successful the business is," Bucky explains. "All he'll be criticizing me for is my lack of a family. And that's where you come in."
"Your wife?" You sputter with wide eyes. "You want me to pretend to be your wife?"
"Please," He implores, taking your hand in his. "With this ring, I thee wed - for the next 48 hours."
Your eyes narrow into a glare as you pull your hand back before he gets a chance to slip the ring on your finger. "What if I took you seriously before, Buck? What if I got my hopes high, thinking you were proposing for real?"
"Then I'd marry you for real," He says simply, shrugging nonchalantly. "Now, come on. Put the ring on, and then it's bed time. We have an early start tomorrow."
Rolling your eyes, you childishly stick your hand out. "At least get down on one knee." You know that whatever Bucky wants, he gets, and besides; it's only for the weekend. You'll survive being his fake wife for 48 hours.
Knowing he's got you on side, Bucky laughs before kneeling on the ground. He holds up the ring, an adorable look in his wide eyes. "Fairy, baby, you're the only woman I'd be happy to wake up to every day for the rest of my life. You make the best alfredo, and you're nice enough to feed me when my hands are roughed up. I don't know what I did to deserve a guardian angel, but God gave you to me anyway. Will you make me the happiest, luckiest son of a bitch alive and marry me for the weekend?"
"Oh, Jamie," You coo, smiling widely. "You're a fucking rat bastard, and you give me migraines, and you're the reason my social life is so abysmal. Of course I'll marry you for the weekend!"
He slips the ring on your finger with a grin before standing up and lifting you off the chair in a tight hug. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you to your bedroom, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the best, my little fairy."
"Yeah, yeah," You mumble, resting your head on his shoulder. "You owe me one."
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"And then he asked me while we were in Venice; proposed on a gondola under the moonlight," You say with a dreamy smile. "We got married in Sicily a year later."
"Well, I'll be damned," Jack replies with a wide grin. "I was beginning to lose hope for you, James. Thought you'd never settle down."
Bucky pulls you closer onto his lap, looking up at you. "When you find a woman as incredible as Y/N, you want her to yourself."
"Took you long enough," Jack mutters. "How long have you two known each other, now?"
"It's coming up to ten years," You tell him warmly.
"Ten?" Bucky repeats with a mumble, frowning at you. "Guess we're gonna have to celebrate, baby, hmm?"
"Ah, young love," Jack sighs, sitting back in the armchair. "You're a lucky man, James."
"I know," He whispers, gently tilting your face towards him. "Give me a kiss, fairy."
Though you're surprised at his request, you can't help but give in. It won't be the first time you've kissed Bucky, but the fact that you're pretending to be a married couple adds a little pressure to this one. Admittedly, it's fun to kiss him, though you know it'll only hurt when you realise it's all for show. The kiss is soft and short, but still utterly magical.
"So, when can I expect some grandkids?"
You almost choke at Jack's query, immediately pulling away from Bucky. "Grandkids?"
"Don't scare her, Jack; we only just tied the knot," Bucky says calmly, patting your knee. "Let us experience marital bliss for a little while before we start having babies."
Having babies. Having babies? Babies?
You stare at Bucky. Oh, shit. This was a bad idea. Hiding your feelings from him is hard enough, but now he's planting the image of making a family with you in your head? It's like he wants to break your heart.
Jack shrugs with a smug smirk, "That's exactly what your father said to my parents. A year later, your ma had you. Life doesn't always go to plan, Buck."
No, it does not.
"Anyone need another drink?" You ask, standing up. "I know I do."
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The sound of live music fills the bar, the smell of drinks and food in the air. Bucky's friends and family are celebrating Jack's return with a party, while you do your best to keep up appearances. Somehow, you got through the first day without a hitch, and you only have to pretend to be Bucky's wife until the end of tonight.
"As long as nobody notices the ring," Bucky mumbles into your ear. "They won't even realize the difference."
He hasn't told anyone else what you're up to, which you've told him is a bad idea. Bucky's sure that you'll be able to convince Jack you're married while everyone else remains clueless, but you aren't so confident.
You raise a brow, swaying in his arms as his chest presses against your back. "So, you think we act like a married couple anyway?"
He smirks while taking a sip of whiskey before resting the glass on your shoulder. "Well, we flirt, we dance, we love each other," He lists off smugly, placing his free hand on your waist. "The only thing that's missing is sex."
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You grumble bitterly.
"Very much so, fairy," Bucky teases before turning you around and pulling you closer.
"Jamie?" You begin, to which he nods. "Do you remember any of Tuesday night?"
Immediately, he chuckles. "Fuck's sake. Sam won't stop ripping into me for that; keeps making psychic jokes. Bastard."
"Do you remember when you came to see me?" You ask, feeling your heart thud.
A smirk grows on his lips. "I remember kissing you."
"That's it?" You prod, your cheeks heating up at the memory. "You don't remember when I took you home?"
He looks up, frowning. "Uh, I don't remember anything past the kiss. Why? Was I horrible to you?"
You put on a smile and you can't tell whether you're relieved that he's forgotten your admission, or disappointed. "You're never horrible to me, Jamie," You mumble, placing your hands on his shoulders as the two of you sway gently to the music.
His eyes narrow. "Are you sure? Now that I think about it, you seemed upset the next morning. You can tell me if I was a prick - did I hurt you?"
"Of course you didn't!" You exclaim, lightly hitting his arm for effect. "Don't be stupid."
"I must've done something. Isn't that why you brought it up?" He questions, a look of concern growing on his face. "Did I say something mean?"
"Like what?" You ask curiously. "What do you think you could've said that was mean?"
"Uh, I don't know," Bucky says with a shrug. "Did I try to kiss you again?"
"Actually, you didn't," You tell him with a hint of surprise.
"That doesn't sound like me," He mutters, glancing down at your lips. "Give me one now, to make up for it."
"We're only friends, though," You say, trying to sound nonchalant. "Aren't we?"
A look of mischief blooms in his eyes. "Not tonight."
"Right," You utter. "Tonight, I'm Mrs. Barnes."
"Doesn't that sound good?" He whispers, holding you closer.
You can't help but wince and stop dancing. "I can't do this anymore."
Confused, he takes your hand in his. "What are you talking about, fairy?"
With a racing heart and clammy palms, you take a deep breath and step back. "I- I think I need some space."
"Space?" He repeats, baffled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry," You whisper, shaking your head. "Just tell Uncle Jack I'm not feeling well. I'm going home."
You make it a few feet before you feel him grabbing your arm and pulling you back, a stern look on his face. "What's going on?" He asks you. "Talk to me, fairy."
Looking around the bar, you cringe when you spot a few people staring at you and Bucky. "Not here, Jamie."
"Bucky," Jack's voice suddenly booms as he appears at your side. "We have a problem."
Immediately, Bucky's face pales. "Fuck."
"What is it?" You ask, your concern overriding your heartbreak.
Cupping your cheeks, Bucky pulls you closer. "Nothing you need to worry about, fairy. Go home, and I'll be there soon. We'll continue talking about this later."
"Are you sure?" You press. "If something's wrong-"
"I told you, there's nothing you need to worry about," He promises. "I'll be at your place in a couple of hours, I swear."
Half-heartedly, you nod. "Okay."
"Good girl," Bucky mumbles, kissing your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too," You whisper, hundreds of worries swarming your mind.
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When Bucky finally arrives at your apartment, it's almost midnight and he looks a lot less stressed out.
"Just something Uncle Jack needed me to sort out," He mumbles as he joins you on the floor in front of the couch. "Nothing major."
"That's good," You mutter, nodding, playing with the ring he gave you.
After a few moments of silence, he gently nudges your arm. "I've upset my fairy, haven't I?"
Sighing, you look down. "Maybe."
"Help me make it better," Bucky implores. "Come on, fairy. We've known each other too long for you to hold back on me. Give it to me straight."
Looking up at him, you furrow your brows. "What if I told you that you said you were in love with me while you were high on Tuesday night?"
The question takes him aback, and he says nothing.
"That you admitted that you want me as more than just your friend. More than a best friend," You hypothesize. "That you needed more than just friendship from me?
Raising a brow, he lets out a dry laugh. "I'd say, damn. The secret's out."
"Don't fuckin joke around with this shit, James," You say sternly, with no hint of humor in your tone or facial expression.
"I'm not fucking around," He claims. "Did I really tell you that?"
You shake your head. "No," You tell him truthfully. "...I did, though."
He swallows thickly, but he doesn't seem as shocked as you were expecting him to be. Instead, he looks down at the ring and strokes one of the small gems. "This was ma's stone," He reveals.
"What?" You ask, instantly recognising it as one of the gems on his mother's engagement ring now that he's pointed it out.
"I added it to your ring," He goes on to say. "Wanted... wanted a little bit of her love in it."
"Why would you do that for a pretend marriage?" You ask him incredulously.
"Because I don't want it to be pretend," Bucky admits before taking your hand in his. "Let's get married."
Your heart skips a beat. "Jamie-"
"Let's get married."
"I'm not kidding around," He claims. "This is for real. I love you more than anything."
Utterly baffled, you shake your head. Your heart is racing, your fingers twitching. "Why has it taken this long for you to say it?"
Bucky shrugs, "At the start, you weren't ready for anything serious, and I didn't want to just casually date you. So, I stayed back. Fairy, it's so obvious that we are in love. We have been for so long."
Although you had yourself convinced that he didn't want you in that way because if he did, he would've acted on his feelings by now, you trust him too much to invalidate his words. "I know," You whisper, your eyes filling with tears.
"So, what the fuck are we doing?" He asks you wildly.
"I don't know!" You exclaim.
He grabs your face and pulls you closer. "Let's get married."
Snorting, you pull back. "I'm not just gonna fuckin'... marry you, Bucky Barnes."
"Why not?" He asks you between laughs.
"Because that would be insane!" You tell him, hitting his shoulder.
"Why would it be insane-"
"We need to talk about what we want from each other," You say, shaking your head. "We can't just go from being friends to being husband and wife."
"Sure, we can," Bucky says casually. "What would even change between us if we were to get married?"
"We'd live together," You point out.
"I'm with you almost 24/7, anyway," He states.
"We'd have to share everything," You add. "Bills, responsibilities."
"When have you ever had to worry about money, huh?" He questions you with a frown.
"It's more than just finances, Buck," You say with a disbelieving laugh. "It's... marriage, it's everything."
"I'll give you everything," He vows adamantly, wrapping his arm around you.
Clinging to his shirt, you frown up at him. "We... we don't even know if we're sexually compatible."
He narrows his eyes. "Do you really have any doubts, fairy?"
"Well, what if we aren't?" You challenge him.
"I know what you're into," He claims arrogantly. "And I can more than provide you with it."
You laugh heartily at his claim, raising a brow. "Oh, yeah? Like what?"
"I've seen your PornHub search history," He admits casually.
"And I know exactly who you're subscribed to on OnlyFans," He adds with a wink. "You have good taste, baby."
"You're- that's a breach of my privacy!" You complain, pushing his shoulder.
He grabs your hand, his face dropping as he wraps his free hand around the back of your neck. "I know you like being taken care of, fairy," He mumbles lowly, making you shiver as he trails his fingers up your thigh. "I know you're aching to give up control. You need someone you can obey; someone who can fuck your brains out and reduce you to nothing but a dumb little fuckdoll."
The breath is stolen from your lungs. You feel as though your mind has gone blank, and all that matters is Bucky and his honey-like voice.
"All you have to do is say the word," He tells you, squeezing your thigh. "I can make your fantasies come true, fairy. You know I will."
"Jamie," You whimper, slowly moving your face closer to his.
"I'm right here, fairy," He whispers, stroking your neck. "I always have been, and I always will be. Do you trust me?"
"You know I do," You reply quickly, letting him pull you into his lap.
"Do you love me?"
"You know I do."
Without another word, he plants his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. At first, it's gentle and slow, until his hands find your ass and his tongue pushes past your lips. Just as the butterflies erupt in your stomach, though, there's a harsh knock at the door.
"Ignore it, fairy," Bucky mumbles against your lips, too lost in the kiss to notice the fact that someone's at your door in the middle of the night. "Just be a good girl for me."
His words get rid of your concern as you return to the kiss, running your hand through his hair as your tongues dance and glide across one another. Mere seconds pass before there's another knock, though - this time it's a lot louder and aggressive.
"Police, open up!" A gruff voice comes from the other side, making your heart skip a beat.
Bucky's grip tightens on your hip as his face drops. "Oh, fuck."
"Jamie?" You whisper, terrified. "What the fuck is going on?"
Looking at you, he cups your face and utters lowly, "We need to get the fuck out of here, fairy. Now."
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PAIRING | haechan x (f) reader x jisung (ft. a reoccurring renjun who’s mainly there for suspenseful purposes)
GENRE/WARNINGS | smut, cheating, unprotected sex, dom!haechan, switch!jisung, switch!reader, jisung is a virgin, degradation, praise, spanking, pussy slapping, sexting, rough kink, edging, really bad 3some scenes bc I am terrible @ balancing attention, oral (both m/f receiving), jisung acts kinda (or extremely) invasively, if I missed smth lmk
SUMMARY | upon accidentally finding a video of you and your boyfriend haechan doing some very sexual things, jisung knows that he shouldn’t watch it. he knows that it would be an extreme invasion of privacy, but he’s unable to control himself when he sees the thumbnail. so he settles for only watching 30 seconds. except, 30 seconds turns into 30 minutes, and by then he’s buried himself too deep into a life-changing situation—or in which jisung’s terrible at keeping secrets.
WORD COUNT | 19.8k of pure filfth (what the fuck is wrong with me)
EXTRA | feedback is appreciated!
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Jisung knows that there’s a plethora and a half reasons why this is a terrible idea. For one, it’s an invasion of privacy. The thumbnail is explicit, leaving zero room for ignorance—the bare, nearly naked sight of you and Haechan blankets over the screen, and if that isn’t enough to tell him that this isn’t something he was supposed to see, then the rather intimate position you and your boyfriend are in is quite the message.
He didn’t mean to find it. He wasn’t searching, wasn’t looking—not for this video in particular anyways. He was simply going through the camera roll in search of something else, and happened to stumble across what is so obviously you and Haechan’s sextape. If he had known that there was inappropriate things on there, Jisung would have asked for permission before he went on Haechan’s laptop. Yet the shocking discovery has him filled to the brim with curiosity, despite him knowing it would be wrong.
Thirty seconds. I can watch thirty seconds, then cut it off, he thinks. What’s thirty seconds out of a minutes-long video? You and Haechan can go for hours, the sounds you make whenever you stay the night at the dorm keep Jisung up long enough to know that. A part of him doesn’t mind since you sound so sweet, and he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to take Haechan’s place, to have you crying his name. No, he shakes his head. He doesn’t need to think like that. It’s bad enough that he’s watching this video. So he looks around the room a couple times, even though no one’s home except Renjun, and he’s asleep. Then he reluctantly presses play, turning up the volume a couple notches. He’d never miss the opportunity to hear you.
The tape starts off quick, you already sitting on your knees between your boyfriend’s legs as you took him in your mouth. Haechan pointed the camera in a way that gives Jisung a near-perfect image of what it would be like to have you sucking him off, with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock and your eyes so round as you gazed up at him innocently. If you looked at him like that, Jisung would probably cum on the spot.
“Gonna show the camera what a whore you are for me?” Haechan said, out of Jisung’s vision for the most part and he prefers it that way. He’d feel too guilty looking at his friend’s face, and of course he’ll feel even more guilty looking at yours, but he’ll suppress those feelings until he inevitably sees you in person.
Then-you nodded a little in response, looking so desperate and eager to please. If only you knew Jisung would be watching this, would you have still agreed to filming yourself so explicitly? He doubts that you would’ve, it isn’t like your relationship has ever been anything other than platonic. He’s nothing more than the best friend of the man you’re dating, of course you only see him as a friend, too. Nothing more.
“Then get to work, baby.”
It took nothing more for you to comply, sucking your boyfriend’s dick in your mouth while your tongue swirled alive. Your hand wrapped around him too, grip not too heavy, yet not too loose either. It’s no surprise to Jisung, but you look amazing with a cock stuffed between your lips and he imagines it’s him instead. You’d probably feel just as good as you look. Honestly, Jisung’s never had anything other than his own hands around his dick, and you look so skilled that he knows you’d be promising.
Even if he couldn’t see, he can hear. Haechan’s a moaner - quite a loud one - and he’s making it obvious you’re doing a great job with how utterly verbal he is. All the moans and praises spilling from between his lips had you soaking and motivated you to work harder.
By the time Jisung thinks to check the timestamp, he’s already more than thirty seconds in. This sends him into mini-panic, but he slowly decides it wouldn’t hurt to watch a little more. So he does, in too deep to stop.
1:36, you looked up at Haechan with a gaze that gets Jisung hard. 6:48, you were gagging because Haechan had gotten a little rough on you, tugging at your hair and using his hands to control you, facefucking you. 7:12, 10:22, 12:57, by the time Jisung’s thirteen minutes in, Haechan’s patience had dissipated and he’d thrown you onto the bed, claiming he wanted to cum in you—not your mouth. Then Jisung has this thought of what it would be like to cum inside you, and wonders if one day you’d ever let him. He knows that you wouldn’t, but it’s still a fun fantasy.
Jisung finds himself enjoying this new angle better. Your whole body is on display, thanks to Haechan taking off your undergarments as well as the remaining portions of his own clothes. He had you on all fours, waiting impatiently for him as he teased your slit from behind you, gliding his cock over it while being careful not to slide in. The moment you whined, Jisung pulls his own dick out, not entirely, but enough to where his fingers can touch him in place of yours.
“So needy,” Haechan cooed, brushing his cock against your wetness, “you’re so wet. All for me, right? Tell me who got you this wet.”
“You,” you muttered.
Haechan drew back, sounding a desperate whimper from you, “Speak up, baby. Can’t hear you.”
“You!” you said it louder, adding something extra you knew your boyfriend would like enough to quit his teasing and finally slide in, “you, Hyuck, only you. Want you s-so bad.”
Just like that, Haechan gave back in, finally slipping himself in and stretching you far and wide. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, gripping your waist and rocking against your hips.
At the same time, Jisung strokes himself, watching the way you let your boyfriend toy with you, how needily you take everything he gives you. He thinks you look beautiful, your back in a pretty arch, your thighs and breast shaking as your body lurches forward at the impact of Haechan’s thrusts, your face—god, do you look gorgeous when you moan. Maybe there is a privilege in being a viewer. Haechan couldn’t, though Jisung can see your face perfectly.
“Harder,” you begged, your voice practically muffled as you whimpered into the pillows and mattress, yet he still heard you, “harder, Hyuck, please, please, please?”
“Baby wants it harder?” He chuckled. “You’ve been so good for me, so I’ll give you everything my sweet girl wants.”
Watching Haechan touch you in all the places Jisung oh so desperately wishes he was, he feels like he’s going insane. You’re so incredibly fucked out, so out of it that the pleasure has practically locked you inside of a trance. Knowing you’re a sucker for contact, your boyfriend toyed with your body a little more, rubbing your clit to heighten the feeling, slowly yet steadily climbing his hands up your skin until they’re brushing your chest. Jisung moans when you do, unable to shake his urge to be inside you. Just one time, he begs to no one in particular, one time, and he’ll be able to happily move on with his life.
It feels like with every moment that passes, he’s closer to the edge. He’s blocked out everything else in the world, hyper-focused on your body and face. Your mouth agape, the pretty sounds that tumbled loose every time your boyfriend hit the spot, how caught up in the pleasure you were. If you gave him a chance, he thinks he could make you feel good, too. Sure, all the experience he has is with the palm of his hand, and he’s no where near as experienced as your boyfriend, but with a little guidance, he thinks he’d make you crack.
Though right now, he’s about to crack.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jisung’s been here plenty enough times before to know that’s he’s almost there—not necessarily watching you like this, but on those occasions when you stay over and go at it with Haechan during the dead nights where you think no one is awake, where he’s secretly hearing you and shutting his eyes, imagining a twisted fantasy of you and him. He even sometimes does it when you’re not there, getting off to the memory of your pretty lips or gentle fingers, both around his cock. Up until now, it worried him that the thought of fucking your mouth kept crawling stealthily back inside his brain. You’re so gorgeous, so cute and loving. Though upon seeing you beg for Haechan to be rougher with you, witnessing secondhand how you took your boyfriend’s length despite him forcing it down your throat, he thinks you can handle it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jisung bites at his bottom lip as he cums, shutting his eyes as the pressure breaks through his body. It’s so intense, taking everything in him not to make noise as his cum shoots into his pants.
When he’s done, it takes him a couple seconds to blink back in. Then the realization of what he’s done hits, following with the guilt and shame of his actions. He always feels bad after he cums to you, but this was different. This time, he had done something inexcusable, and he can’t help but wonder about how you’d feel if you found out. Would you think he’s a creep? Could you ever look at him the same again? Jisung doesn’t think he can live with that, so he quickly exits the tab and discards all evidence of his activity, shutting the laptop and buttoning back up his pants. He’ll definitely need to wash those himself.
Swiftly, he swoops the laptop up, and walks into the hall to put it back. The video he was originally looking for is long-forgotten, and he spent over half an hour watching you and Haechan. Jisung’s a terrible liar. If Haechan comes back before he can put his laptop back, he’s toast.
“Why do you have Haechan’s MacBook?”
Jisung freezes. Fuck, he forget about Renjun.
“I don’t,” he winces, realizing that’s a boldfaced lie. He has puppy stickers on his MacBook. Unmistakable puppy stickers, all your doing. “Okay, so maybe I do—”
Renjun glares.
“Fine, I totally do! But I wasn’t doing anything, I was just trying to find that video of Jeno and Haechan from the beach!” Jisung defends himself like he’s being accused of murder, “You know Haechan keeps everything on his laptop!”
Renjun nods his head. Valid. He’s still skeptical, but he doesn’t care enough to further interrogate the younger, so he just shrugs and walks into the living room. Jisung sighs in relief. He’s gotten away with it for now. Now he just needs to put the laptop back in Haechan’s room and pretend that what happened never actually happened.
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Jisung’s been acting weird lately.
No scooting next to you on the couch and lying his head in your lap. No asking you how your day has been. No shyly waving at you whenever you first walk through the dorm door. No awkward hello’s (hell, he’s hardly even speaking to you.)
Even when you try and speak to him, his answers are plain and simple.
How’s your day? Fine.
Did you guys have a good practice? It was nice.
Have you been thinking about trying any new hair colors? Not really.
You don’t think he’s even looking at you. And Jisung’s really not that shy as you originally thought him out to be, after he got to know you a little, he was holding eye contact with you during conversations just fine. He’s a confident speaker even. But you try not to overthink things and try to get used to the emptiness without his normal self, chalking it up to him having a bad week or something. It’s normal, everyone has those.
Mission unsuccessful. You are the queen of overthinking. In fact, you are literally the walking definition of overthinking. If someone Googled the meaning of overthink, your name would probably pop up next to it.
So you turn to your all-time favorite therapist, AKA your boyfriend.
“Is it just me, or has Sungie been acting different lately?”
You’re at the dorms, in the middle of folding laundry. Haechan stands near you, doing absolutely nothing. Normally the guys would absolutely never let you do their laundry, and it’s Haechan’s turn this week, but you offered and somewhat aggressively insisted on on folding, so he let you. He knows that you willingly do chores when there’s something on your mind and you’re trying to get it off but you can’t, so he was aware there was only a matter of time before you asked him some ridiculous question.
Your boyfriend blinks, not expecting the question, but if he’s caught off-guard then he conceals it quickly. “Just you, babe.”
You frown, “Think about it. He’s been acting so weird.”
“Jisung’s always weird,” Haechan emphasizes his name in a way that almost makes you roll your eyes, “I haven’t noticed anything. He seems the same to me. Why are you so worried about him anyways?”
“Because he’s being weird, Haechan, I’m telling you. He doesn’t wave at or greet me anymore, doesn’t sit next to me during movies, and he won’t even talk to me anymore! I asked him if there was any hair colors he wanted to try and he said not really. He always has a list of hell no’s and shit that’s on his bucket list. This isn’t normal, Hyuck,” you ramble, halting in the middle of folding some Adidas sweatshirt.
Haechan pauses, rewinding a little and realizing that you may have a point. A small point, but a point nonetheless. “Well now that you mentioned it, I don’t remember having to hyper watch him during movie nights.”
“Exactly, because he doesn’t lay in my lap!”
“Thank God, maybe he’s finally learning boundaries,” Haechan says, relieved if that’s the case. Jisung’s never been particularly touchy with you, but he does use you like a human pillow during movie nights. Not that you mine, but your slightly possessive boyfriend does. “I was gonna kill him if he kept that shit up any longer.”
“Babe,” you whine, “seriously.”
“Oh, I am being serious. But I’ll ask the guys if they’ve noticed anything,” and as if perfectly on-cue, Renjun walks into the living room, “Yo Renjun, you think Jisung’s been acting weird lately?”
Renjun shrugs. “Nope, why?”
“Cause y/n thinks he is, and she’s like super worried. Been tryna tell her it’s probably nothing, but you know how she is—”
Renjun pauses for a couple seconds, brows furrowed as he tries his hardest to think. And then it dawns on him. “Wait, the other day I did see him leave his room with your MacBook.”
Haechan furrows his eyebrows. “My MacBook?”
“Yeah, it had puppy stickers on the cover. I asked him why he had it, and he did a whole defensive rant talking about how he was simply, and I quote, ‘just trying to find that video of Jeno and Haechan from the beach’. I hope he never gets interrogated for something serious,” Renjun says coolly.
MacBook. Video. Haechan’s MacBook. Video. Oh god, this cannot be what you think it is. Yet as you gaze at your boyfriend, you can tell he’s thinking the exact same thing as you.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he groans. “When was this?”
“Like four days ago, why?” Renjun questions, utterly confused.
The time lines up, that’s when he started acting distant with you. He definitely saw something he wasn’t supposed to.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper, tugging your boyfriend’s hair.
The ultimate stress reliever, head from your boyfriend. You’re not even exaggerating, the man eats pussy like his life depends on every lap. In this case particularly however, you’re ninety-nine percent sure he’s more so trying to shut you up by distracting you with something that’ll make you whimper in pleasure instead of distress, and you refuse to go down without a challenge. It is, needless to say, a challenge, especially with how the way that he makes you see stars clouds your mind, but you won’t succumb yet.
“Feel good?” Haechan parts for a split second to speak, then dips right back in unhesitatingly. He really doesn’t have to ask, but you know he only is because he wants to hear it from you, as though your moans aren’t telling enough.
“Yes, f-fuck,” you moan, unable to numb yourself to the pleasure. You wouldn’t even if you could, though it would be useful for you to convey your thoughts right now—the ones that keep slipping away the more he works between your thighs, yet you’re clutching onto them desperately. “But babe, gosh, what about Jisung—”
Haechan draws back, resulting in a whine to sound from you. “Baby, tell me you’re not talking about another man while I’m eating you out.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” you bemoan, “I mean, I could, but I don’t want to. I’m worried about him, you know, like what if he’s traumatized. And what if he never looks at me the same again, he’s never gonna—oh.”
Haechan cuts you off mid-rant by stuffing his fingers inside you, catching you a little off-guard since you hadn’t suspected his actions, or even take notice of how he moved from between your thighs, positioning himself behind you with your back to his chest. “Do you want him to forget?”
His question seems to catch you off-guard a little more. “Huh?”
“Do you want Jisung to forget what he saw?” He repeats. “he saw you naked, baby. He saw you sucking me off, maybe even you getting fucked into this mattress if he’s that nosy. Do you want him to forget that he saw you like that, or do you want him to remember? To get curious?”
If you’re being frank, the thought has crossed your mind at one point. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself (because you already have a man, how dare you want another?) but a part of you craves Jisung. You think it has for a while, you’re just now coming to terms with it. That doesn’t mean that you don’t want Haechan—you do want him, you love him and you’ll never stop—though you can’t help but want Jisung a little, too.
“I… I don’t know,” you lie, afraid of choosing the wrong answer. How would Haechan take that you want to fuck another guy? And how could you unabashedly admit that to him?
“Stop being complicated, I know that you know,” he pulls away his fingers, as though to punish you for lying, “do you wanna fuck him or not, y/n?”
As expected, you whine once more for the umpteenth time this hour. You’re thinking about answering honestly if it means that he’ll stop denying you pleasure. “Why are you asking me this when you said you’d kill him if he kept lying on my lap!”
“I know what I said, and it has nothing to do with my question. Now if you wanna cum, tell me the truth,” your boyfriend whispers, silk voice giving you goosebumps, “if it helps, I know Jisung and I’m literally a hundred-percent sure that he is absolutely anything but traumatized. The horny bastard probably got off to it if anything, and now he’s all embarrassed and worried about you finding out. That’s why he’s avoiding you.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “And not you?”
“I’m assuming it’s because you’re the one he wants to fuck,” Haechan shrugs, “since he’s usually all over you instead of me.”
Well fuck. You hate this. You hate it because if Jisung wants you just as bad as you want him, then something could really happen, and worst of all, Haechan’s okay with that. That’s probably all the reasons you need to love this, but you can’t shake the feeling that something about this is wrong, even if you want it. It’s the same feeling that’s prevented you from accepting how you feel, all of the shame and the guilt inside you. But fuck, are you willing to ignore it. Your moral compass is malfunctioning. You’re malfunctioning, probably. There’s no reason you’re turned on thinking about all the ways you could have both of them, and you can’t say the fantasies aren’t fun. You can’t say that you don’t want to take a chance at living them out. And even though technically, you can, that would most definitely be lying. You’re a woman of truth, and nothing but.
So you decide to tell him the truth.
“I… want him to remember,” you admit, your voice low but audible.
“Course you do,” Haechan crams a pair of his fingers back inside you, prompting a fairly loud gasp from between your lips in response, “you’re such a cock-hungry fucking slut, you’ll never be satisfied with just one, hm?”
“N-no, not a—fuck—slut,” even though you deny it, Haechan feels the way you clench around his fingers when he degrades you. He even felt the way you clenched around them when he described all the ways Jisung’s potentially seen you, and from that moment forward, he knew exactly what you wanted.
“Yes, you are, baby,” he disagrees, observing how you moan for him so needily. He thinks about how Jisung felt the moment he saw you like this in that video, so gone and pathetic. Then he remembers Jisung’s horniness is through the roof, and he was definitely turned on. “Such a slut. My greedy slut. Tell me you’re my slut.”
“I-I’m your slut, Hyuck,” you whisper, too caught up in bliss to speak an octave louder without forcing yourself.
Haechan slaps your thigh, and you moan consequently, “Louder.”
“I’m your slut!” you cry, louder than intended, yet your volume pleases him.
Satisfied, he smirks a little to himself. “Good girl. You wanna cum?”
“God, yes,” you’re nodding your head almost violently, “please?”
“Go ahead, baby. Let go for me.”
You’re in a daze-like state, feeling almost lightheaded as you clutch your boyfriend’s thighs for leverage. It’s either extremely early in the morning or extremely late at night and you’re at the dorms again, so you dig your teeth into your lips to try and conceal your moans as you cum, almost too out of it to even do that. Though as many times as you’ve been in this situation, biting back moans until your lips are bleeding, you like to think that you’ve perfected the silent skill.
The moment you come down from your high you lie your head against your boyfriend’s chest, and he whispers into your ear all these sweet praises, telling you how good you are for him. Everything is typical, with him holding you tight and close.
“Now, I want you to hear something,” Haechan says, throwing you off a little.
“Hear what?” You ask, nothing but confused.
“Shh,” he whispers, “listen carefully.”
Allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, your lips press together in absolute silence, and you’re even holding in your breath so that it won’t distract you too much. It takes a couple of seconds, but your ears begin to pick up on the faint sounds of groans coming from the wall that separates Haechan and Jisung’s rooms, which could only mean one thing.
Jisung’s jerking off… to you?
Fuck, why does that turn you on? You wish that you were right there next to him, so that you could perfectly hear how deep his voice is when he grunts like that. Better yet, you wish that you were touching him yourself, so that you could see how his face looks when you make him cum. It isn’t fair. He’s seen you naked, while you’re left with not much more than your imagination.
“Haechan…” you whisper speechlessly.
“I know,” he whispers back. “He’s been doing this every night we fuck when you stay over. I know you’re always too fucked out to hear anything, though.”
Oh, god. The walls are severely thin here, you can only imagine all the noises he’s heard you make over the nights. All the times he’s came, and no wonder you hear him insisting on washing his own laundry. The guys already tease him, saying that it’s because he’s always jacking off, but you’re the sole one that never would’ve thought he was truly this horny—that he’d jack off to you.
“What do we do?” You ask, although your head isn’t exactly blank. It’s just that everything you’re thinking, you’re not sure your boyfriend would approve of.
“Confront him,” Haechan replies, like the answers obvious, and the moment you stare back at him in shock and appalled, he adds, “I’m not mad at you or against it, baby. If you wanna fuck him, then you can once on the condition that I have to be there. I’m sure that horny fuck wouldn’t care.”
“Really?” You almost don’t believe your ears. Then again, there’s a catch, and you know Haechan wouldn’t agree to this without there being something in his personal gain. Whatever that is. You’re too excited to care, already fantasizing about the many ways this could go.
“Yes,” he murmurs, and with today’s exhaustion catching up on him, he begins to yawn a little, “but tomorrow. For now let’s go to bed, it’s 2 in the morning.”
The two of you lie down, and you go to sleep imagining all the possibilities of what could happen within the next twenty-four hours, snuggled up in your boyfriend’s arms.
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The following day, you and Haechan plan out the confrontation quietly in his bedroom. Since the walls are thinner than you thought, most of your conversation is in hushed whispers and low tone.
Just thinking about it has you excited. If everything goes according to plan—essentially meaning if Jisung doesn’t shy off despite your boyfriend’s insistence on watching instead of participating—then you’ll have him wrapped around your finger, right where you want him. You just hope that he won’t freak out too much.
“You got it?” Haechan whispers once he finishes explaining the rundown of the plan.
It’s nothing like some elaborate scheme, or intricately-detailed ploy. There isn’t much to it but patience and faith in the slight steps to play out in your favor, although the ratio of your amount of the two things is dramatic.
“Yeah,” you reply a little too fast, a little too enthusiastically, “can’t wait.”
“Aw, that’s too bad,” he taunts, “you don’t have a choice. But I’ll get the rest of the guys out of here by two, and then you’ll have Virgin Mary all to yourself. He just won’t have you to himself.”
You make a confused face, “What’s with the emphasis on him being a horny virgin?”
“You don’t get why I want to watch, do you?” Haechan asks, and you shake your head. You’ve been tempted to ask, but you’ve already come to terms with the fact that your boyfriend sometimes works in mysterious ways far beyond your comprehension level. “Baby, I doubt Jisung’s gonna know what to do with you. He’s gonna need a couple of pointers plus a push in the right direction. And who knows your body and how to fuck you better than to me?”
No one. Not a single soul. You find it a little embarrassing, but not even you. Haechan didn’t take your virginity, but the first time sure felt like he had—he had reached places you didn’t know were there, let alone reachable, and he made sex seem like something totally new. No one has quite pleased you the way your boyfriend has.
“So you’re going to… teach him?” Is the conclusion you make when you put the pieces together, and Haechan nods.
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
That is what you want to call it.
Time passes rather slowly. Every hour feels twice as long, and you feel as though you’re going to die any moment now. The second you hear the sound of the guys piling outside the dorm, there’s a burst of excitement in you, making your stomach turn and swarm with butterflies. (It’s killed briefly when Jaemin rushes back inside, claiming he forgot his phone, but once they drive away you’re filled with bliss once more.)
Jisung steps outside his room, “Where’s everyone going?”
“Away,” Haechan replies vaguely as you two walk back down the hall.
“So it’s just us three?”
“Yep,” you and your boyfriend answer in unison.
Jisung looks absolutely petrified, though not wanting to appear suspicious (he’s kind of late, but it’s the effort that counts) his face soothes soon after. “Cool.” To him, it is anything but cool.
“Cool,” you repeat, “so you wanna watch a movie with us in Haechan’s room?”
“I don’t think I should—”
“Please?” Your eyes are begging him, pleading at him, and for safe measure, you add, “I miss you Sungie, it feels like it’s been forever.”
Truthfully, it hasn’t been anywhere near that long. Though Jisung knows that he’s been extremely distant with you—probably why you feel kicked away—and he feels terrible. Plus, it’s impossible to say no to you, especially when you give him that look, gazing at him like a sad puppy.
He gives in, “Okay.”
“Yay!” You clap your hands together. You clutch Jisung’s fist and begin to drag him down the hallway, “Babe go make popcorn!”
Some moments later, everyone’s settled down. The three of you sitting on Haechan’s bed, with you squeezed in the middle like the cream of an oreo. You rest your head on Jisung’s shoulder and he tenses a little at first, though eventually relaxs.
Everything’s going great and according to plan. Jisung looks calm, laughing at the movie and being as naturally clingy as he usually is during movie nights. You and Haechan glance at one another occasionally, silently deciding on the perfect moment to strike and telepathically agreeing that that moment is now.
Haechan pauses Netflix, making Jisung whine in complaint. “Why’d you do that? It was getting suspenseful.”
“You’re getting a little comfortable, don’t you think?” Haechan tilts his head.
It takes Jisung a couple of seconds to realize what Haechan’s talking about, but once he does, he quickly separates his hands away from you and scoots over to put a little distance between the two of you.
His face burns like fire. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? You’re a repeat offender, Jisung, sorry isn’t gonna cut it this time,” and before Jisung can apologize again, Haechan adds, “plus, I have another question for you.”
“What is it?” Jisung swallows sharply.
Your heartbeat is drumming against your chest. This is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. The moment you’ve been bracing yourself for since… well, last night, but still. This is the opportunity you’ve been chasing.
“When you watched that video, did you cum?” It’s you that asks the question this time, much to Jisung’s surprise. He’s chewing hard on his lip, nervousness spelt out across his face.
Still, he plays dumb, holding onto the slim piece of remaining hope he has to consider that maybe this is a joke, that you aren’t serious and don’t actually know he’s seen the video. “W-what video?” Even his own voice betrays him, and Jisung knows from this moment that he’s screwed. Terribly fucking screwed.
“I’m sure you know it very well. The one where she’s giving me head and I’m fucking her into this mattress, remember?” Haechan inquires, a smirk blooming onto his lips as he watches Jisung break.
He’s done, he thinks. You probably hate him. You’re probably disgusted with him, repulsed by him, and appalled that his prying eyes saw you in such a sexual context. He doesn’t look at you, afraid of what he might see, holding his head down low in shame as he’s unable to lie to you anymore. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” he stammers, “I didn’t, I wasn’t trying—I didn’t mean to, I just… I was just trying to find—”
“That video of me and Jeno from the beach, yes, Renjun told us. But you found something you liked better and just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Something about humiliating Jisung, toying with him a little simply to see how he reacts is fun to Haechan. All of his reactions, needless to say, are amusing; shuffling in his spot; fidgeting with his hands; swallowing and gulping hard; biting his bottom lip; and his eyes widening in panic as his cheeks sting with embarrassment.
You add, “We heard you last night, too. Do you always listen in on us like that?”
Jisung whimpers, “Y/n…”
“Answer my question, Sungie,” you lean into his ear, “do you always listen in on us like that?”
Whenever he’s awake, he definitely does. Jisung isn’t oblivious to the fact that if he can overhear Haechan’s room, then you guys can certainly overhear him in his room, but he thought he was quiet enough to get away with it. You have to give him credit, if Haechan would’ve never pointed it out you probably would have never noticed.
“Y-yes,” he admits in a low murmur, head still hanging low, “I’m sorry, you just sound so pretty when you… make noises, and it wakes me up. But sometimes I stay up and wait because I know you’ll start soon. Please don’t be mad.”
“Mad? You don’t get it, do you?” You move to straddle his lap, gripping his chin to force eye contact with him. He appears taken aback by your actions, but doesn’t fight them. “If I was mad, we wouldn’t be doing this, Jisung. I’m here because I want you, and you want me, right?”
Jisung’s Adam’s apple bobs as silence prevails over his voice.
“Answer her,” Haechan commands. “Do you want her?”
Jisung chokes out, “Yes.”
Shaking your head in dissatisfaction, you instruct, “Say it. Tell me you what you want. Do I have to walk you through it like an ameteur?”
Jisung instantly shakes his head. He’s not a baby, he can do this. “You,” he finds the courage to say, fighting the urge to cower, “I want you.”
“Good boy,” you purr, “but you didn’t answer my first question, so I have some more for you.”
Trying his hardest to conceal how evidently the pet name fazes him while simultaneously bracing himself for the severity of your question, he asks coolly, “What are they?”
You lean back into his ear, but with you in his lap and his hands holding your waist this time, it feels so much different. “Do you moan for me when you cum?” Your voice tickles his neck, but he thinks he that likes it, “do you say my name?”
Fuck. Jisung could get hard at the memory, recalling all the times he’s came to you, moaning your name quietly to himself as he imagines you’re around his cock—your hands, your pussy, your mouth, anything. He’ll take anything as long as it’s from you. The only time he doesn’t moan your name is when he has to be silent, like when he was watching that video of you, in spite of how badly he wanted to call out for you right then and pray that you would somehow answer.
“Yes, fuck,” slowly, all of his shame and dignity is dissipating, “I imagine it’s you,” he mutters.
That gets you going as well. Jisung fucking his hand to the thought of you, pretending that it’s you, and moaning your name as he cums is a sight you’d pay to see. You’re pretty sure he’d send you a video for free though.
Deciding this needs to escalate quicker than it is, Haechan instructs, “Touch her, Jisung.”
“T-touch her?” Jisung repeats back, incredulous that this is the same Haechan who shoots him knife sharp glares whenever he so much as accidentally brushes his fingers against yours during movie nights. “Are you sure?”
“You think I’d ask you to touch my girlfriend if I wasn’t sure,” Haechan deadpans. “Honestly, you’re asking the wrong person.”
So Jisung shifts his focus back to you, and you eye him with these lustful eyes that tell him, scream at him that you want him. It’s so much like a fantasy that he’s half-tempted to pinch himself to test if he’s dreaming or if this is just a wet dream come true. “Can I touch you?” Jisung asks. His eyes are a little wide still, but he sounds so much more confident.
“Please,” you answer, and that’s all it takes for his hands to roam your body.
Jisung’s fingers move gracefully yet like the wild, untamable waver of a flame. As his fingers pull your top above your head, you can’t help but gaze at his fingers, long and bony. Fuck, you can only imagine the places they could reach, and you’re not too proud to say you’ve thought about it on more than one occasion. Because of your willingness to push it away though, the thought hasn’t ever bloomed into a full-on fantasy. Not until now, of course. This time however, you’re finding it perfectly acceptable to wonder.
He struggles to unclasp your bra though, earning a chorus of laughs from you and your boyfriend. But upon seeing Jisung’s flushed face, you try and teach him, with Haechan helping do a perfect demonstration.
Once Jisung thinks he has the hang of it, he says, “Put it back on.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “For what?”
“I want to see if I can do it,” he replies, making you and your boyfriend both scoff. But you indeed put the bra back on, and he successfully takes it off with a dramatic decrease in effort.
You nod in approval, “Good job.”
Jisung realizes he loves being praised by you. And in that same moment, he realizes that there isn’t much he won’t do to satisfy you so that he can hear you praise him some more.
He sucks your nipple into his mouth, fingers fiddling with your other one so that it wouldn’t be neglected. When Haechan talked down on Jisung for being a virgin, it made you think that you would have to teach him everything. But it seems like he’s done his research, because he knows a thing or two. That or he’s just naturally good.
“Shit,” you gasp, “Feels so good, Sungie.”
The look on your face tells him everything. You’re genuinely enjoying this, lips parted as you continue to moan little by little. If Jisung wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. Something about your moans is severely intoxicating, and being able to hear them, seeing how you look when you moan in person is just on another level that the computer screen doesn’t compare to. It simply doesn’t do you justice.
You’re quickly becoming very needy and impatient. Jisung can feel Haechan’s eyes biting into his skin, silently waiting for the right moment to open his mouth, so Jisung decides not to make any advances on his own in dread of setting your boyfriend off. You on the other hand need him to pick up the pace, so you make the advance for him, picking up him free hand by the wrist and sticking it down your shorts. “Touch me,” you beg him with your mouth and eyes, “Please.”
He looks at Haechan, but surprisingly he’s nodding, urging him on. So Jisung complies, fighting the pitter-patter of his heart against his chest as he rubs you through your panties. You’re wet, he knows that much. Really fucking wet. It turns him on to think that he’s the root of it all, the reason why you’re soaking your underwear, especially because he’s wanted to touch you there for so long. He wonders how long it’ll be before he gets to touch you directly, without some flimsy fabric in the way of all the good stuff.
Lust blinding the two of you results in things to escalate somewhat quickly. It started with Jisung rubbing you through your panties, then you begging him for skin on skin contact, and then a complete change of positions after you pull off his shirt and he hungrily takes off your shorts, finger fucking you as you eventually asked with your back flat against the mattress.
“Pay attention to the angle,” Haechan advises. “You can’t just shove your fingers in her and hope for the best. And don’t let having longer fingers get to your head, it’s pointless if you don’t know how to use them. Same with your dick.”
“I know that,” Jisung hisses. “Just because I’m new to this doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”
“Just being careful, Ji. You’d be surprised how many people don’t know that. If you’re gonna fuck my girlfriend, I gotta at least make sure you’re doing it right,” you’re almost completely tuned out of the conversation, only picking up on bits of pieces as you’re too concentrated on the way Jisung’s fingers plunge in and out of you, coated in your arousal. “And pay attention to her body, it’ll tell you everything you need to know. See what makes her moan, squirm, beg—all that good stuff—and what doesn’t.”
If Haechan has you muffling screams when you fuck every other night, then Jisung’s sure he knows what he’s talking about, so he silently takes his advice. You seem to be enjoying this, and he wonders how he can take it further, how he can find out where you’re sensitive.
He decides to explore, not exactly letting his fingers run wild but experimenting here and there until he finds the spot. And when you cry out a little suddenly, he’s sure he’s found it. “Fuck,” you cry out in bliss, “Right there, Jisung, god.”
His fingers continue to hit you there, and he tries to burn the spot into his memory. It’s uncertain if he’ll ever get this opportunity again—and that’s when he realizes he should make sure this experience is as pleasurable as possible, just in case this is a once in a lifetime thing—but he wants to remember for safe measure.
For some reason, Jisung has the urge to look at Haechan again, so he does, and sees the man mouthing the words, Pull out.
Jisung is utterly confused. He mouths back, Why?
Just do it, Haechan says.
It takes Jisung a little. He’s reluctant. After all, one look at your face tells him that you’re all blissed out, and he thinks you’re pretty close. So why would he pull his fingers away? The point is to please you, isn’t it? Though not wanting to mess up, he hesitantly does as told.
“Jisung,” you whine when you’re suddenly empty, and Jisung hates it. He wants you to say his name in pleasure, in satisfaction, not like this.
“Haechan told me to!” He defends himself quickly.
“I did,” Haechan unabashedly confirms. “Don’t let her cum yet, making her wait is part of the fun and makes her want you more. Just get her wet enough so that you can fuck her good.”
Figuring that you’re wet enough, he turns to look at you. “Can I… can I fuck you?”
“Yes,” you’re literally about to beg, you’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity, “please do, I can’t wait anymore. Need you so bad, Sungie.”
Jisung feels like he’s out of his mind. A part of him still refuses to believe that this is real, that this is actually happening. That instead of being mad at him for invading your privacy, you’re here begging for him to fuck you. He’s not sure what’s more surprising, the fact that you want to fuck him or the fact that Haechan is allowing this to happen, even telling him what to do to please you. You’re begging for him. You’re spreading your legs for him. You’re wet—all for him. It crosses his mind that maybe this isn’t a good idea, but with those three things considered, he can’t bring himself to care anymore. Haechan doesn’t care that he’s fucking his girlfriend, you don’t even care that he’s fucking you, so why should he?
Jisung drops his pants and lets his boxers hit the ground. There’s nothing holding him back anymore, not when he sees you gawking at him (unlike Haechan, he leans more to the lengthy side rather than girthy, though as long as he follows Haechan’s instructions you’re sure you’ll both be fine). It gives him a little ego boost.
“Condom?” He asks.
“You don’t have to use one,” you say, nearly making Jisung’s jaw drop, “just hurry up, please.”
What comes over him as he slides into you is beyond him, but the process is effortless and he just skates in. “Fuck,” he grunts, needing time for himself before he can even move. He’s barely moved an inch, but he can tell the real thing is a billion times better than his palm.
“Start slow,” Haechan says. “You’ve made her want it, but most importantly, you have to make her need it. Make her beg for you to pick up the pace, and then go faster. Not too fast, but not too slow, either.”
Jisung complies, drawing it out a little. With the way you feel around him it’s difficult to resist moving around freely, but then he remembers what he was thinking about making this as pleasurable as possible for the two of you and decides it’s worth the wait. Something tells him to grip your waist so he does, his fingers dipping around your hips, and in return you let your hands fly to the empty space on his back.
You’re crying out in pleasure, need, yearning—all of the above. You probably should have expected Haechan to descend his teasing ways onto Jisung. He’s ever so slowly stretching you out, not pushing his whole size into you, but gently wedging it inside bit by bit at an agonizingly slow pace. It’s useful preparation, but once most of his length is sliding in and out of you so leisurely, your patience has run significantly thin.
“Faster, Jisung. Please,” there’s tears pricking your eyes, and he hasn’t even really done anything yet, “want—no, I need you to fuck me so much.”
“How much?” He asks, catching everyone in the room, including himself, off-guard a little bit, but he doesn’t back down.
“It fucking hurts,” nothing but desperacy fills your tone when you whimper. Luckily enough you’re used to this tormenting treatment from your boyfriend, so you have a couple tricks up your sleeve. “Don’t you want it too, Sungie? You said it yourself that you think about this. Don’t you wanna make your dreams come true?”
Jisung grunts and caves in, allowing himself to move a little faster. He’s honestly tired of torturing you and himself.
“I’m almost impressed,” Haechan begins, nearly startling Jisung as his presence for once almost goes forgotten. It feels a little unnerving to Jisung that he’s been watching so closely, but he refuses to let that get in the way of fucking you. “Keep it up. Talk to her. Definitely not too much to the point where it gets annoying, but not too little to the point where it’s awkward. Make observations, compliment her, ask her shit like you just did.”
Jisung simply nods in understanding, not bothering to drop some bitter reply. He’s too focused on you, on how you look, on how you feel, and he wonders if he’ll ever have the opportunity to see how you taste. He’s never ate anyone out before, but he thinks that your pussy is so pretty that there’s a first time for everything.
Meanwhile, you’re lost in the realm that is pleasure, savoring the way his dick inches in and out of you, filling you to the brim, slipping out, then pushing back inward. It’s hard to believe Jisung’s winging this—he has to have really been paying attention because he’s so fucking good at this, tip so far kissing all the right places. You like the way he holds your hips, so firm and secure like you’re precious and he’s afraid of shattering you (even though you wouldn’t mind if he did.)
From beside you your boyfriend is groaning, and that’s when you think to shift your gaze in his direction, realizing he’s finally stripped his lower body. His dick is in his palm, tall and erect, and you’re impressed that he’s gone this long without touching himself—or most surprisingly you. As much as Haechan likes to talk down on Jisung for being horny, he can’t blame him because he’s the exact same. Worse, even, especially for you.
“Touch her,” even in this state, Haechan still has pointers to offer, “Anywhere she’s sensitive for extra stimulation. Rub her clit—if you know where it is. Or what it is. Do you even know what that is, Jisung?”
“Yes, I know what it is, Haechan,” As if to prove his point, Jisung drops his hand down to your cunt. If you thought the way his fingers accidentally brushed against you was amazing, you were no where near prepared for the feeling of them toying with your clit. “Right here.”
“Oh, g-god, Jisung,” you stammer out, rocking your hips onto his hand. “More, please. I want more,” he’s quick to obey, applying pleasure to your clit while his fingers softly kiss your cunt in the same motion. “Just like that!”
Some moments pass, all actions consistent though Jisung isn’t sure how much longer he can keep this up. He’s having this fuzzy, trance-like feeling, where everything seems like nothing greater than his imagination. The only reason he knows he’s not dreaming is because of the way you feel around him. It’s like pinching himself, except this is pleasurable. Your bare walls are warm, tight, and wet as ever around him, and he knew from the moment he slid in you that he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.
That video doesn’t compare to this. His fist doesn’t compare to this. He can’t describe it, not with one-hundred percent accuracy, because absolutely no other feeling in the world compares to this. You look so fucked out beneath him, bliss spelt out across your face, and he’s proud that he’s the reason why. He had always known that he could do this with a little help, that he was fully capable of satisfying you. He just never thought that he’d ever be given the chance.
“Shit, y/n. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, the deepness of his voice driving you closer to the edge. You’ve always found it hot, but it’s more extreme with his dick inside you.
Close, I’m close,” you moan, feeling the tightening in your stomach, “are you gonna cum?”
“Shit, y-yeah. Gonna cum. Can I—”
Picking up on what he’s asking before he even has to chance to state it himself, you say, responding a little over-eagerly, “Yes, fuck, cum in me. Please don’t pull out.”
You’re seeing stars, you swear. Bright white twinkling ones that cloud your vision as you cum, digging your nails into Jisung’s back. It helps that he’s rubbing you in your most sensitive area, fucking you so perfectly, and that Haechan’s sweet moans are audible beside you. You aren’t sure who cums first between the three of you, but you do know his cum is leaking from your cunt after his hips stutter to a stop, and he can’t help but fill you with a load of white.
It takes you a long while to collect your breath. But afterwards your boyfriend swoops you into his arms, placing you in his care once the deed is done. “Last pointer,” he says, “always check up on the person you’re fucking. Good aftercare is extremely important after sex.”
“Are you okay?” Jisung asks, and you find it cute how his eyes look so filled with concern.
“Seriously never been better,” you manage to respond through heavy breaths. “Haechan, can you join us next time?”
Haechan looks repulsed by the idea. “Who said there was going to be a next time?” This saddens you considerably, and Jisung too, but he does a better job at concealing it. “You did good, Jisung. Hope you find your own person to fuck on, though. C’mon babe, let’s get you cleaned up.”
You follow your boyfriend into the bathroom, and Jisung sees himself out. At least he has new material to jack off to, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t feel you again. You’re just too good to give away, so he understands why Haechan is so determined to keep you to himself.
But fuck, you’re too sweet to let go of.
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“Ever heard the phrase sex is a remedy?”
“That’s because I just made it up,” Haechan grins, and you roll your eyes consequently.
It proves true in some circumstances, you’ll give him that. Prime example: Jisung. Ever since that day, things between you have cooled. He started sitting next to you during movie nights again, even going as far putting his head in your lap (much to Haechan’s annoyance), actually talks to you, and looks at you (maybe a little too much.)
Yet surprisingly, he doesn’t seem that bashful anymore. It isn’t like he’s ever been the type to shy away, though this is next-level. No more shy waves or meek hello’s. No more weak eye contact. No more hesitance in touching you, despite him potentially being able to piss your boyfriend off. He’s so relaxed, so calm and so certain of his actions, and you kind of like it. There’s a chance the sex got to his head a little, but perhaps it was a push in the right direction and plus, you find confidence very sexy.
But you push these thoughts away as fast as they come. Whatever you had with Jisung is done, it can’t happen again. You all had your fun, now it’s time to let it go.
You pout, “Why are you leaving me alone for so long? I’m gonna miss you.”
Haechan’s going out with some of the guys to handle what he titles manly affairs. If you didn’t know any better you’d say that probably translates to I’m going somewhere to play video games, but you saw Jeno in his gym shorts. They’re definitely about to go hit the gym.
“Relax, I’m going to back be in a couple of hours and you aren’t alone—Renjun and Jisung will still be here to keep you company. Speaking of which, Renjun said that if you keep treating this like a second home he’s gonna start making you split the rent with us,” your boyfriend snickers.
“I was joking!” Renjun shouts from the hall, coincidentally walking down at the same time you happen to be talking about him.
“I think Renjun should mind his own business,” you say, and he rolls his eyes prior to stepping inside the bathroom. “And why aren’t they going with the rest of you?”
“Won rock paper scissors,” Haechan mutters, “but back to what I was saying about sex being a remedy, I promise I’ll make you cum at least three times when I get back.”
“Why three?”
“Because I don’t think you can handle four,” your boyfriend kisses you on the lips for a second so short it feels unreal, and you’re torn between focusing on that or informing him that he sounds like that one Reese’s commercial, “but I gotta go. See you later, babe, love you!”
“I love you more!”
“No, I love you mo—wait. I see what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work,” he catches on, earning a gloomy frown from you. At least you tried. “Now goodbye, I love you most!”
“No, I—” before you can even chuck out half your sentence, the door is rudely shut in your face.
You huff. He cheated.
Alas, you’re left alone. Flopping down onto the couch, you consider that Renjun’s probably right about you overstaying your welcome, though it isn’t like you’re here all day every day. Two days a week at most. You have your own lovely apartment free of men that fight over video games and superior pizza toppings. Speaking of men, you’re tempted to go annoy Renjun in order to pass the time, but then Jisung creeps from the shadows of his room and you’re suddenly no longer interested in the former.
You don’t seem to notice the look on his face when you call him that, and even if you did, you wouldn’t have been able to make out what it meant. It’s fleeting, gone before it’s ever really there. Jisung covers it up with a smile, though can’t help but feel the nickname has an entirely different feeling. It used to be cute—innocent and sweet. But then he heard you begging for him and that changed his perception of the word forever.
He figures that he should probably let it go, though. It happened almost a week ago, the sex. It was fun, he knows that. All parties enjoyed it, he knows that too, but he also knows that Haechan would never let it happen again. Hell, he’s still surprised that he let it happen a first time.
“Y/n,” he smiles cheerily, joining you on the couch. You sit upright to make room for him. “you’re here while Haechan’s not?”
“Oh, yeah. All my clothes that I have here are dirty so I’m waiting for them to finish washing and drying,” you explain, Jisung listening and nodding understandingly, “I also don’t feel like driving.”
Jisung laughs, “I can’t drive so I’d be zero help with that, but I can help with your laundry. Do you need any assistance?”
“I’m good,” you shake your head. “Thanks, though.”
Jisung nods. “Cool.”
You both know shit is anything but cool. And if you’re being completely honest, the silence that fills the room is a tad bit awkward. You’re sure you’re both thinking the same thing, though neither of you want to say it. However, there’s a major difference between a want and a need.
“We need to address the elephant in the room,” he initiates.
You sigh—in relief or not, Jisung can’t tell. “So I’m not the only one who realized.”
So, maybe your analogy was slightly wrong. Maybe sex wasn’t a perfect remedy for your Jisung situation. Or maybe Haechan’s made-up saying needs some clarification: sex is a temporary remedy, that eventually subsides into a plethora of other problems.
False advertisement.
“Yeah,” Jisung chews at his lip, “it’s been gnawing at me for a while. I mean, I get that it was supposed to be a one-time thing, but I can’t be the only one that’s having trouble forgetting.”
He isn’t, much to your misfortune, and it’s been gnawing at you. It’s even worse since Haechan hasn’t acknowledged that day since it happened, and you don’t have it in you to bring it up this time. You know he’s down to try lots of things, though at some point there’s a line you know better than to cross.
Yet the lingering memory is still tattooed onto your brain, and you can’t simply forget how wonderful it felt for Jisung to touch you; how good and deep he felt inside you; how perfectly his fingers felt on your clit; how blissful you felt when you came in his embrace. It doesn’t help that Jisung is impossibly attractive, and you can’t help but want to do things to him, or let him do things to you—you couldn’t care less.
“No, me too,” this time it’s you struggling to hold eye contact, opting to look down, “but Haechan already has, and is it really worth going behind his back?”
Jisung pokes his cheek. “I know. We don’t have to act on it, I just wanted to get it off my chest.”
“Okay.” You look up at him again. He’s still looking at you, unfaltering. “Wanna watch a movie with me?”
He nods a little. “Yeah. Sure.”
Fetching the remote, you open Netflix under Chenle’s account (poor him. The cons of sucking at GamePigeon 8ball.) and select a movie. It’s nothing spectacular, but holds your attention fairly well for a while. Nothing new seemingly happens with Jisung—he’s not on your lap, though still touchy, replacing his head with his hand as he lies his head on your shoulder. It shouldn’t bother you but it does, goosebumps breaking out on your skin. As if things couldn’t get any worse, your body refuses to listen to your brain, allowing itself to look at his hands as your brain shouts at it not to. With the sight of his fingers planted firmly into your brain, showering little seeds, it’s impossible to forget those six days ago. Even if you try and push the memory away, it’s helpless. Your body remembers, and doesn’t want to forget.
His slender fingers plunging inside you is all you can think about. You shut your eyes, yet the image burns into your eyelids. You open them again, yet it’s still there, fueled more by sight of his fingers close to you. It doesn’t help that they’re dangerously close to the inside of your thighs, the proximity making you sweat.
“Are we gonna pretend you don’t want me to finger you right now?”
His voice startles you. Jisung knows you think he hasn’t caught you, but he does—he did. It’s impossible to ignore the burn of your stare.
Fuck, when did he get so bold? “Jisung,” you whine, already sensing this is going to head in a direction you simultaneously do and don’t wish for it to.
“I want to do the right thing, I really do, but it isn’t easy knowing you want me, I want you, and we’re not doing anything about it,” he’s slowly rubbing circles onto your thigh, which is significantly bare since you’re in un-lengthy Dolphin shorts, “can’t we do it one more time? Fuck it out?”
“You and I both know that if we do it again this won’t be the last time,” you say.
He doesn’t look half-bothered by the idea. “That’s not something we have to worry about right now though, right?”
You know better than to give in like this, but it’s much too late the moment he sneaks you inside his room and lies you flat on his bed. You also know that you could stop at any time you wish, but as terrible as it sounds, you don’t want to stop. It’s basically been said that you’ll deal with the consequences later, letting impulsivity win.
“Can I taste you?” His voice sounds so hot when he says this. You can’t help but nod, allowing himself to have his way with you.
Jisung tugs down your shorts in fervor, your panties following suit and meeting one another in a growing pile on the floor. He’s seen it before, though he can’t help but gawk at the sight of your cunt, dripping with arousal and he’s hardly even touched you. You’re so pretty to him that he can’t help but run a finger through your folds, spurred on further when you gasp aloud.
“Never done this before,” he says, yet he sounds ready as ever, “so tell me what to do.”
Impatiently, you nod. “Just go with the flow and I’ll help you from there.”
Your eager motion and the way you buck your hips up is more than enough to signal to Jisung that you’re ready. He takes it as you giving him the green light to begin, tongue experimentally prodding against your folds. It’s like all his hesitance dissipates the moment he gets a hold of you, as though the mere taste of you has put a spell on him that he can’t wake up from. He isn’t sure what comes over him in this moment, though he knows that he wants to savor it—the taste, the feeling, the craving. A single taste of you is enough to fill him with greed and then he’s eating you out like he just can’t get enough of you, as though there’s a burning fervor coursing through his veins that can’t be ceased.
“Sungie,” you cry. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been given head and you’d consider that a while, so the relief is extra phenomenal. You’re sure that even if it had been yesterday, you’d be just as weak to his touch.
Then, so torturously, he pulls away. Before you can complain, Jisung shushes you. “I’m sorry, but you have to be quiet. Renjun’s here.”
Your eyes widen slightly. You had honestly completely forgotten about the other, though fortunately, this isn’t your first rodeo. If there’s anything sneaking around in the middle of the night with Haechan has taught you, it’s how to be quiet. The only reason Jisung’s overheard you is because his room happens to be directly next to the one that your boyfriend owns.
“I can be quiet,” you murmur.
Jisung scoffs. “Sure, you can.”
Affronted, you’re inclined to protest, until Jisung’s lips meet your pussy again and you’re silenced, digging your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle any potential sounds you might make. He picks up again, listening with super-sense to the quiet moans you utter as you’re unable to hold all of the volume in. It helps him apply his knowledge, playing close mind to what garners pleased reactions from you and your body.
His tongue skirts around, and he gets the wonderful idea to target your clit. The moment the muscle swirls its way there, you know that staying quiet is gonna be more difficult than you thought. Your lips nearly shudder shut and he pushes them open, his grip firm as he spreads you apart ever so gently.
“G-good, feels so good,” you moan softly, careful to lower your volume, “you’re doing so well.”
Jisung’s tongue is anything but gentle, however. Spurred on, he darts his tongue like it knows magical spells of it’s own, putting one on you that you fall deeper into with every stroke. The pressure feels amazing, and you can practically feel your heartbeat between your thighs. It’s honestly admirable how quick of a learner he is, paying full attention to how your body responds to his touch and solely acting on that. No previous experiences, just you and his intuition.
You really don’t have to tell him what to do. If there’s any question, you naturally give him the perfect answer. When you moan, when you whimper, when you beg. When your thighs quiver and your hips buck up in greed, it’s all a telltale signal of arousal, perfect sign of pleasure. In the moment, your fingers reach for his hair, threading through his locks and drawing him closer to you desperately. You want to feel this to the maximum, until you quite literally are numb.
It’s a miracle that you’re far from numb right now though, feeling every lap. He’s making you feel so good and it’s so hard to stay silent to the point where you’re contemplating stuffing your fist in your mouth. If Jisung was extra nosy, he would have seen another video of you and Haechan on his MacBook, a video of Haechan eating you out while everyone else was assumingly asleep. You wonder if Jisung was listening in that night, if he heard your muffled sounds after Haechan stuffed your mouth with your panties. Gosh, you aren’t sure why the thought of him hearing you in such lewd ways still arouses you. You just know that you want him to have you, you want to pry into his mind and carry out every fantasy he’s ever imagined as he got off to the sound of you.
If this was amazing, you don’t think that there’s an accurate word in the dictionary to describe the feeling of what Jisung does next. He presses his tongue inside you, his hand replacing his mouth as he simultaneously plays with your clit. Your whole body feels hot now, like piece by piece, you’re being consumed by fire.
Between watching you struggle to conceal your moans, and the way your face scrunched in pleasure as you do, he doesn’t know what’s hotter. He could do this forever if it meant seeing you break on his tongue like this. Hastily your resolve is cracking, and he knows he could have you wrapped around his finger. In fact, he thinks he probably already does. It may be wrong, though it’s only fair since you’ve had him wrapped around yours since the moment he met you.
Then he notices something—your moans are getting louder, your thighs are quaking more, and overall you look so much more blissed out. That could mean only one thing: you’re close. He knows he doesn’t have to, but he pulls away.
“Jisung!” if it wasn’t for the fact that Renjun was home, you think that you’d probably scream your lungs off. You’re also beginning to think that Haechan influencing Jisung was a bad decision. “You know that you don’t have to edge me, right? Like, even if I cum from foreplay, you can make me cum again.”
“I know,” he smiles, licking your juices off his mouth, “but I wanted to.”
Scratch that. It was a horrible decision. Now, Jisung’s equally as much of a sadistic piece of shit as Haechan.
Before you can whine, he says, “But I’ll make it up to you, if you let me,” he starts palming you with his hand, earning these little moans from you. Then he looks at you, with that pretty gleam in his eye that makes you want to fuck the shit out of him. “Will you let me?”
Ultimately, you let him. It didn’t take much for you to cave in—he had already given you head, aroused you yet refused to let you cum, so now you’re desperate for an orgasm. Plus, this has already gone too far. It might’ve not done any wrong to stop things from going any further, yet it isn’t like it would do any good, either. You’re in too deep, once you’ve started you can’t stop.
Jisung undresses you, showing you that he remembers how to unclasp a bra, and then he undresses himself. The sight of your naked body isn’t foreign to him anymore, yet he’ll still continue to marvel as though it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Fuck that—it is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“I wanna ride you,” you say, snapping him out of his daze.
He blinks dumbly. “Huh?”
Gently, you push him onto his back. “I wanna ride you,” his eyes are on you, watching you with a lustful shadow dimming his eyes. “Are you gonna let me?”
“You can do whatever you want with me,” he tells you, gaze never once leaving yours.
Fuck, he’s so damn hot.
You straddle him, and once your knees are on either side of him you sink onto his dick, a sound of relief being drawn from both of you. Instantly you feel so full, yet that doesn’t stop the need built up inside you from yelling for a release. You allow yourself to adjust all over again before you start really moving, grinding onto him.
The stretch almost makes it feel like you’ve never been here before but you take it, fingers clutching his shoulders for leverage as his arms anchor around your waist, keeping you in close proximity. You’ve allowed him to go in bare again so the feeling is as raw as it was the first time around, yet Jisung still doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this. How your walls tighten around his dick, how the wet squelch of your cunt sounds when he enters you. It’s fucking mesmerizing—you’re fucking mesmerizing, and he’s happy to have you all to himself even if it’s for a moment.
“How does it feel, Sungie?” You ask, already having your answer when you look at his face.
The same way Jisung can see through you, he’s like glass to you, a mirror even. He’s beautiful beneath you, face scrunched up in pleasure, and the tightening grip on your waist is a crystal clear sign that he’s enjoying this. It’s entertaining hearing him trying not to moan, his sounds muffled as deep little grunts that you’re sure he’s oblivious of how fucking sexy they are. In contrast you can’t stop thinking about what lives rent-free in your mind, wishing you could be louder so that you’d hear the full extent of his beautiful sounds.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growls, surprising yet pleasing you. If he keeps up the sexy noises, you’re going to cum hard.
You smile, “All for you.”
In this particular moment, it is all for him, and that’s enough for him. He likes that he’s able to get you wet, he likes that he turns you on, he likes that you want him, he likes that he has so much control and influence over your body. And you like when he treats you like you’re his.
Jisung also enjoys watching you fuck yourself on him, ever so desperately chasing your orgasm. He hates denying you it, but that unfortunately doesn’t make Haechan any less right. It is apart of the fun because it makes you needier, and there’s nothing he loves more than seeing you all delicate and fragile, so greedy for his touch. And in your determination to cum, you’re using his shoulders to hold yourself together as your pussy swallows his dick. He knows it’s going to be a sight when you actually do cum, to see you fall apart on top of him as you finally reach your climax.
His gaze lingering on your body, Jisung suddenly feels the urge to touch you. You’re so beautiful all over, it’s only right that he appreciates every aspect of your body equally. Slowly, he drags his hands up from your waist to your breast, fundling with your breast. His fingers graze over your nipples and when you gasp, he can’t contain his smile. You’re so sensitive there, it’s so fun to mess with you simply to see you react.
“Your body’s so beautiful,” he’s really just thinking aloud at this point, but you enjoy the compliment, especially as you notice the in-awe gleam in his eyes. He looks like he’s seen you pluck a star from the sky, or summon the moon with your palm.
That’s when he gets an idea. One he’s always daydreamed about, yet never thought to ask you until now, when he’s thinking of all the ways to show your body love. “Is it okay if I kiss you? Not on the lips, but your skin.”
He thinks it sounds weird to ask, but you’re delighted by the question. “Y-yeah,” you answer mid-moan, and you can feel his dick twitching inside you, “just don’t bite or suck or do anything that’ll leave a trail and make marks.”
He hadn’t even thought about marking you, though now that you mention it, he really wishes he had the chance. He’s ignored the faint ones that linger on your body from your boyfriend, fading blotches of color. Instead, he does what he can, delivering little kisses to your skin. It starts from the valley of your breast, and slowly yet steadily falls down.
Jisung notices your breath getting shallower when he kisses your skin. When he passes by your breast, he makes sure to flick at your nipples with his tongue, driving an unsuspecting mewl from you. His kisses leave a hot sensation all over your body, like some kind of Midas Touch where everything he touches feel like fire. It’s a kind of fire you don’t want to be put out, that you want to let it’s flames eat at you and burn you. That’s exactly what Jisung’s touch does, and it’s driving you crazy. You don’t know how long you can keep this up before you have to let go.
You’re fucking yourself onto him at a steady rhythm, biting your lip profusely as you rock yourself against him, finding the spot that drives you to insanity. You look so fucked out but Jisung’s not any better, struggling just as much as you are to keep your sounds in. He’s so vocal, and you’d appreciate it more if it weren’t for Renjun being only some yards away.
You think of the perfect way to shush him, leaning in to crash your lips against his. With your eyes shut, you miss the way his go wide, yet he lets your mouth guide him and sinks his hands back around your waist. After all, he did say that you could do whatever you wanted with him.
Once you’ve confirmed he’s not backing away, you shift your hands from his shoulders to his hair, carding your fingers through there and drawing him closer this way. A particular movement causes him to moan in your mouth, and by then you feel beyond ecstatic. You feel high off of the pleasure, senses heightened and everything around you seems to slow. It’s a beautiful moment, filled with heavy breath and low moans, and you wonder if he feels the same.
Jisung pulls away, panting, “I’m not going to last.”
You guess that gives you your answer, because you’re so in sync, your body’s mirroring one another.
“Me neither. Fill me up, Sungie. Please.”
You’re clenching around him repeatedly, and he’s sure that’s what triggers his orgasm. That’s when Jisung meets his breaking point, biting his lip as his cum shoots inside you, yet you’re still close enough to hear the deep sound of his perfect groans. He recalls thinking that having you like this one tike would be enough for him to move on from you, but he’s onto his second and it’s already been somewhat established that there’s plenty more where this comes from. You just feel too good, more than he could have ever imagined.
The way you draw his name when you cum, clutching onto him so tightly as you work your way through his orgasm before leaning against his shoulders, it’s enough to spur him on once more. He’s realizing that he could seriously do this forever—you’re that addicting.
“Are you okay?” He asks through heavy breathing, holding you to his chest.
“I’m good,” you sigh, satisfied. “Thighs are kinda sore, but I’m good. What about you?”
Jisung rubs your thighs gently, but replies honestly, “I want to go again.”
You’re honestly astonished. You already knew that this wouldn’t be the last time, however you also didn’t expect the third to be so soon. You’ve hardly relaxed from this round, and the ache in your thighs is screaming at you to slow it down.
“My thighs ache, Jisung,” you laugh.
He pushes you onto your back, moving his head between your legs again and kissing softly at your thighs. “I’ll take care of you,” he whispers between kisses. “If you let me,” he gazes up at you, meeting your eyes. “Will you let me?”
In that moment, you feel purely hypnotized by him. Something tells you that this is a bad idea and that it’s getting out of hand, but it’s been that way since the moment this begun. You know it sounds corny, but though it’s wrong, you can’t stop this from feeling so fucking right.
And in that same moment, you realize that you’ll also let him do whatever he wants with you.
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Sneaking around with Jisung becomes routine.
It’s like you two just can’t get enough of each other, drawn to the other’s body as though there’s some magnetic force between you, as though he’s a moth and you’re his flame.
When everyone’s back is turned, you find time for one another. Sometimes when the guys go away. Sometimes when they’re all asleep. Sometimes you even invite him over to the solace of your home, with no roommates, no one like you who uses the WiFi and the Netflix without paying even a quarter of a bill. Him and you. No more, no less.
Times such as now. Times when he has you backed against your front door as soon as he steps inside your apartment, out of sheer desperation. It isn’t always like this, sometimes you take turns taking control. Sometimes you fight for it until the other submits. Sometimes you’re so desperate for each other that neither of you can even think to care about control, just submitting to the desire in your bodies.
“Missed you, too,” you take his eager actions as a non-verbal way of saying I missed you. You gasp when he doesn’t respond, just pressing his lips to your skin. He doesn’t suck or bite, God knows he wants to though he knows better, but shows love to your body as he slides your shirt off.
It’s been longer than it usually is since the last time you’ve seen him, so he has every right to behave like a touch-starved virgin again. “God, I really fucking missed you,” he grumbles in your ear, cupping your chest. You bet he does. The reason you haven’t met up until now is because you two haven’t had the opportunity. It’s either the guy’s have been around more often, you’re prioritizing Haechan, or one of you are too busy and burdened with work to find time.
Speaking of your boyfriend, you don’t think he’s entirely clueless.
It isn’t like either of you are stupid enough to downright stick a hand down the other’s pants, however you’re still too touchy. Your fingers soothe through Jisung’s hair as his head lies in your lap, or his hand rests near the danger-zone of your thigh.
Haechan hasn’t brought this up, though you still feel the sting of his stare and it burns mightily. As a solution, you’ve come to the agreement to keep the contact to a minimum as long as he’s around, and use your place more often so that you aren’t starving each other of touch completely. It’s a solid plan. Haechan visits your place occasionally though not nearly as much as you visit the dorms, so you figure you two should be safe.
“Do you?” Jisung nods, not missing a beat and staring you down with the most hungry eyes. “Then show me, Sungie. Prove it.”
That’s all it takes for him to lead you to the couch and fuck you until you can’t even think — however if you could, you’d think that you honestly can’t handle it anymore.
There’s been times where you’ve almost been caught. Most recently, during the middle of the night the last time you stayed the night at the dorms. You decided to meet Jisung in his room for a quickie, slithering out of your boyfriend’s grasp and tiptoeing down the halls, thanking god that Haechan’s a heavy sleeper.
The minute you hooked your hand on his doorknob, you were given the scare of your life by no other than Huang Renjun (you swear, he’s always in the hallway at the most inconvenient of times ever.)
“What are you doing?”
You jumped. High as a Kangaroo. Turning to see who had caught you, you nearly let out a relieved breath when you realized it wasn’t Haechan. Then you realized it was Renjun, and all the panic in you resurfaced like clockwork.
Luckily, your lying skills are nothing short of impeccable because you follow one simple rule: don’t lie more than you have to.
“Going into Jisung’s room,” you answer honestly.
Renjun quirked his eyebrow. “In the middle of the night? Isn’t he asleep?”
“Oh, you know how he is. Afraid of everything under the sun, and he texted me that he had a bad nightmare so I volunteered to be his human teddy bear until he falls asleep.”
“Typical,” Renjun snorted, but he looked more convinced than you thought he would. “Good night, then. And tell him I said to grow up.”
Putting forward your best, oscar-worthy laugh, you told him goodnight back as he slipped away to his room, and you finally entered Jisung’s, shutting the door behind you and trying desperately hard not to laugh as you saw his face.
He frowned, “Scared of everything under the sun? Human teddy bear? Seriously?”
“You should be grateful that my oscar-worthy performance kept us from being found out,” you replied as you walked to his bed. It wasn’t unrealistic, Jisung doesn’t have nightmares as much as he used to anymore, though he’s certainly a scaredy-cat. You have no idea how he found the balls to sneak around with you. “Actually, I think I deserve a reward.”
Jisung pulled your shorts down your ankles, “You think so?”
“I do,” you smiled.
“Then,” Jisung paused to kiss you, addicted to the feeling of your lips ever since you first pressed them against his. It was a craving he didn’t even know he had until you gave him a taste. “Let me reward you.”
“This isn’t gonna be a quickie, is it?”
“Bet me,” he said, a little smirk on his lips that he slightly tried to hide. “How fast you think I can make you cum.”
He’s insane. That’s the conclusion you’d drawn from every moment you’ve spent naked beside him. You can’t deny it though, you like it, even if it’s a little dangerous and very unwise.
You furrowed your brows, “Bet? Like, money? Or orgasms?”
An even better currency in mind, Jisung shook his head. “Rounds.”
You knew what that meant. Jisung wanted you to himself. He was never satisfied with only one round — even if it meant overstimulating himself, he was desperate to have you until neither of you could continue, sore and exhausted from the work.
“Fine,” you agreed. “Six minutes. If you can’t, you get one round. If you can, then gosh, you deserve as many rounds as you want.”
To be honest, you never pay much attention to how fast he makes you cum, too caught up in the moment to even consider the amount of time you’d spent in that way, skin on skin, body to body. So the only person you’re sure has made you cum in six minutes or less is Haechan, because you explicitly remember him setting a timer to prove himself to you.
In spite of all that, Jisung looked confident. He passed you his iPhone and shifted to your bottom half, pushing your thighs open. “I’m ready when you are.”
Nodding, you set the clock.
Long story short, Jisung had as much fun as he wanted with you that night.
You’ve also been setting precautions. If it’s too risky for you to see each other in person, then you settle for exchanging nudes and things alike.
The first time it happened, you hadn’t actually intended for it to. It was more of a joke, you were texting each other and you playfully suggested that Jisung should send you a video of his own as reparations for his snooping. When he didn’t respond for a while you had your suspensions, but you didn’t think he’d actually hit you back with a video of himself, stroking his dick and moaning your name with a tremble in his voice.
In that moment you were given an idea of what it was like when he got off to your moans in another room, how he sounded and not so much how he looked since the focus was never really on his face, but you’ve seen his blissed-out expressions enough to come up with it on your own. It turned you on, enough to make you send back a video of your own, and from that day on it became a bad habit of yours to exchange explicit images and videos whenever you were separated.
It’s so late at night yet so early in the morning when the text hits your phone, I need you.
He caught you at a good time. Feeling hot and bothered yourself, you were honestly about to fetch your vibrator from it’s hiding spot in your closet because you knew your boyfriend had fallen asleep and assumed that Jisung had as well, at least until he texted you.
How bad is it? You send back, instead choosing to lie back on your bed, resting on your stomach as you wait for the typing bubble to transform into some type of message.
This bad. The attachment makes you bite your lip after he sends it. Sometimes when Jisung sends nudes of himself he isn’t very nude, he likes to send dick prints to tease you because he knows you want the full image. Though this time, his pants and boxers are discarded, he has his hand curled around the base of his erect dick, and you can tell at once that he’s much too desperate to be in the position to tease you. In fact, he’s probably hoping you’ll be generous to him.
He’s needy as hell right now, you can feel it. And how cruel would it be of you to not help him?
You grab your vibrator and prop your phone on your pillow, positioning it so that it’d film you perfectly. It’s late, and you have work tomorrow so you don’t have that much time to sext with Jisung, so you instead decide to send him a video you know will last him for now. You press record, and wiggle yourself out of your panties exaggeratedly, knowing he’ll love the gesture. He always does. Then you spread your thighs apart, enough so that he’d easily be able to see how wet you are. For a while you tease yourself with your fingers, allowing little moans to fall from your lips before you desperately reach for your vibrator.
The feeling of it against you almost makes you forget that there’s a camera watching you, and that this is supposed to be for Jisung more than it is for you. You’re not worried, however. The thought of him has successfully infiltrated your mind, and you can’t help but moan his name louder than your ears can register. With your eyes firmly shut, you’re imagining it’s him between your thighs—his dick, his mouth, anything. In this moment, you don’t care. You can’t care.
“J-jisung,” you whimper when you’re close, not once, not twice, but several times in a chant-like manner. You can only imagine how much he’ll love that, and if he wasn’t hard already, it would’ve certainly did the trick.
It feels explosive when you cum—literally. That’s when you come to the realization that you’ve squirted, and you find it a nice touch to end the video with. You send the message Good night to Jisung, making sure to attach the video before preparing for bed.
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The next night when you find some free time, Jisung calls you briefly and asks you to come over, informing you that the guy’s are away and won’t be back for some hours.
Of course you’d never miss the opportunity to see him, and you were there in record-time, wearing a cute skirt you know he likes. Time is a blur when he opens the door for you, and you hardly remember what happened in the time between you walking inside and him sitting you atop the kitchen counter.
He slithers his hand up your skirt, making you sigh in pleasure when he rubs you through your panties.
“Missed this so much,” Jisung murmurs, acting as though he hasn’t seen you in days. You didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’ve turned him from a virgin to a sex addict. He’s seriously a fiend for you, but you don’t mind it.
You snort. “You always miss me.”
“Yeah, well,” you can sense the disappointment in his voice, but you don’t know where it’s coming from, “I miss you more now because you kinda left me hanging last night.”
Is he talking about you not sexting him? There’s no way, you sent him a whole video. He isn’t entirely insatiable. “What do you mean? I sent you a video.”
“No, you didn’t,” when Jisung feels you stiffen in his grasp, he stops and steps back. The realization creeps up on him as quickly as it does you.
Your voice at a whisper, you quietly muse, “Then who did I send it to?”
You think you’re going to be sick. You don’t even have to turn your head, you can tell it’s Haechan from the sound of his voice. Still you do, your heart hammering against your chest as you look him in the eyes. He’s standing by the door and you have no idea how long he’s been there, but you know it’s definitely been too long.
“Hyung,” Jisung looks equally horrified, “I thought you left.”
That’s right. Jisung did tell you everyone had left, and it surely seemed like they had. No cars outside, the apartment was quiet, and void of all life save for you and him. You had made a mistake, and fuck, so did he.
“I was asleep,” Haechan shrugs discardingly, too nonchalant to be relaxing. “Having fun here, aren’t we?”
You start, “Haechan, I—”
“Can explain? I don’t want to fucking hear it,” he’s upset, and it’s finally seeping through his calm demeanor. “When I saw that video I’m thinking I’m waking up to a sweet morning surprise from my girlfriend, ya’know, and then I hear you moaning my best friend’s fucking name,” his gaze pans to Jisung, who then practically cowers.
Fear has consumed half your body, though lust consumed the other half. You can’t help but bite your lip at the way your boyfriend looks when he’s mad, pushing your thighs together — and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“You’re fucking turned on by this, aren’t you?” He’s doing that laugh, the one that’s more out of anger than genuine amusement. It doesn’t help you at all, because damn does he sound hot doing it. “You know what? Come on. You too, Jisung.”
Haechan hooks his arms around you and forces you down the hallway before you can even think to move. You know being thrown around by him shouldn’t turn you on and especially not right now, but you can’t help the way that the aggression combined with his angry attitude has you sopping.
Jisung trails behind, feeling as though he doesn’t have much of a choice. You can tell he’s scared shitless, but you on the other hand are somewhat thrilled to see where this’ll go.
You’re practically thrown onto the bed when Haechan takes you into his room, slamming your back onto his sheets without much care. “I’m going to play with you until I’m satisfied,” he announces, not leaving room for options. “And Jisung, you’re going to watch.”
Jisung’s Adam’s apple bobs. “Watch?”
“Yes, watch. You’ve been fucking my girlfriend right under my nose and think that I’m going to let you off easy?”
Neither of you are going to be let off easy, and that’s the scariest part about it.
He doesn’t say anything from then on, only dragging down your articles of clothing or pulling them above your head at paces nothing less than excruciatingly slow. You begin to feel bare and uncovered underneath him, as though nothing could escape him and as though he can see through you more than you could him in the moment. The inscrutable expression on his face as he strips you naked makes you feel like everything you’ve hid is being stolen from confines, open and on display for him. He can see so much of you, but you can’t tell what’s running through his mind as he touches you almost everywhere but where you need him to.
The little relief he’s permitting you as he hauls his fingers around your skin isn’t enough and you at least know that he’s aware of that, deliberately fighting shy of the space between your thighs. You try and squirm, to show any possible hint of you needing more, but Haechan moves his hands to hold your hips steady. “You’re only making this worse for yourself if you keep moving,” his grip tightens until you give up and lie still, realizing that cumming is probably going to cost you more than you initially thought. “I’m in control here. Not you, not him, me. If you want to cum, then you’ll have to play by my fucking rules.”
You lift your gaze to Jisung, finding him staring back at you. The look on his face appears as unsure as it had the second you were caught, but the bulge in his pants betrays any lack of will present in him. If he could, you know that he’d be running his hands all over your body too, and you realize that that’s probably what’s going on inside his head.
You look away. “I’m sorry.”
The way Haechan snorts, you can tell he doesn’t believe you. He knows you’re only sorry because you want relief, and know the more you disobey him, the longer you’ll wait for it. “If you’re truly sorry, you’ll take what I give you like a good girl.”
The thud of your heart against your chest is loud, yelling at you when you feel him finally spread your thighs apart. You wonder if he can hear it too, the hunger and desperation in you calling for him in one steady rhythm. He moves like he’s willing to satisfy your greed, although not all at once, taking his precious time with you as he presses delicate kisses and rubs patterns onto the insides of your thighs. You whimper, but the dark, shadow-y look in his eyes as he gazes up at you shuts you up instantly.
“C-can I touch her?” Jisung asks tentatively.
Haechan doesn’t look back, doesn’t even think about it as he replies, “Not yet. You can touch her when I say you can.”
He’s dipping his head onto you again, not to say he ever really left. You moan a little when he licks at you, fighting the urge to buck your hips onto his mouth in reluctance to anger him further. You don’t know what the consequence would be if you did, and you’re fine without knowing. Still, the pace he sets is agonizing and it takes everything in you not to let temptation prevail. You know you did a bad thing. You also know that bad behavior doesn’t get rewarded, but you can’t help but feel a little selfish, wishing he’d give you a little more instead of teasing you beyond imaginable.
Eventually, the little licks do become more, gradually developing from gentleness to Haechan lapping at you with the eager movements of his tongue weakening you as he becomes unable to resist his own temptations. As you grip his hair, you forget there’s even anyone else in the room with you, weak in a way you had never allowed yourself to become for Jisung. This type of fragility is what he hears at night and what he saw in the video, but what he’d never be capable of having. You’ve been desperate for him too, but Haechan’s broken you beyond desperation. He’s teased you until your cunt physically aches, then filled you with pleasure that gives you whiplash.
“Hyuck, Hyuck,” your knees feel weak, and you can’t even think. All you know is that this feels good, and you fucking need him.
“You wanna cum, angel?” He coos, only moving away from your cunt for a second before he’s latching onto you again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant. “Please.”
In short, your stomach feels like an insane rollercoaster, your gut flipping, turning, twisting, spinning—and everything in between. You can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly and you’re sure that Haechan can too, especially from how your body quivers in his grasp, your sounds increase in frequency and volume, and your grip on his locks tightens without you being capable of noticing. It’s almost as though your body is physically here, yet you’ve elevated off in heaven somewhere. But when he pulls away just before that invisible string in you can snap, you feel shoved back into torturous reality.
“No!” You whine.
“You really think you deserve to cum?” The way he looks at you feels so degrading that you can’t resist shaking a little underneath him as he hovers above you, “I’m going to edge you until you understand that this pussy is mine.”
“No, no, no,” you whimper, “please let me cum, Hyuck. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Haechan scoffs. “Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that? You weren’t worried about being good when you decided to be a slut for Jisung.”
The mention of Jisung gives you the rough reminder than he’s still in the room again, watching closely how pathetically you unravel before your boyfriend. You can tell that he wants to do something but he’s mentally debating it, and he shies up every time you shift your gaze over to him again. He’s more nervous now that he’s been directly mentioned, unsure of what to do and how to react in a scenario like this. He knows he shouldn’t touch you, but should he be ashamed if he were to touch himself? Should he feel guilty about the things he’s done with you when your boyfriend’s back was turned?
“I, I didn’t—”
“You didn’t what, babe?” He crooks his head. “Go ahead and tell me another lie.”
It’s almost embarrassing how easily Haechan makes you feel like such a pathetic mess. You can’t even find the words to say in response to that, and he’s simply amused by how quiet you’ve gone. It was never like you expected him to placate you after finding out about everything you did behind his back, but you didn’t think it would hurt to try, hoping he would show you some type of mercy and be even a little lenient. You know that he didn’t deserve for this to happen to him and that you don’t deserve even a sliver of his mercy, but you had hoped that maybe he would still find it in him to grace you with it anyway.
When Haechan moved his lips from between your thighs, soaring up your body and re-starting his teasing journey at your neck as he peppers the skin with gentle kisses that you know only temporarily betray his attitude, you had then accepted that nothing comes without a cost, and that this was your price to pay. He played fake soft with you, treating you like you had a fragile label warning printed across you in spite of being completely aware that you wanted more, that you needed more and would never be satisfied with what little he was giving you. That was what made it more fun for him though, because it seemed like no matter what amount of pleasure he was generous enough to give you, you would take it for granted and not value it enough.
Then Haechan’s movements get fiercer as he continues to follow this torturous pattern of gradually fulfilling your desires, kissing developing into biting and sucking at your flesh in ways that make you gasp out in response, and ways he knows will leave marks on your skin. He was satisfied that Jisung had at least successfully avoided that and you couldn’t imagine what side of him would unravel if he hadn’t. Haechan liked to joke and play around at times but he was never truly all that possessive over you unless you had truly set him off, and this was one of those instances where you had.
There isn’t a single sign of reluctance in him as he marks you up more and more little by little, sucking red spots into your neck and falling steadily down the rest of your body to cover every area he could. He knows that they aren’t tattoo permanent, but not extremely temporary either. In the moment you would feel him decorating your skin, but afterwards you would look in the mirror and see how he had left you covered practically head to toe in marks. If you were bold enough to try and sneak around with Jisung again, he would be reminded that you didn’t belong to him and you never would. You’re Haechan’s, and Haechan’s only.
Jisung speaks up again, asking in the faintest, meek voice, “Can I touch myself?”
For once it manages to make Haechan pause, and ultimately causes you to whimper by instinct when the rough contact between your skin and his mouth is broken, but the moment is thankfully brief when Haechan shrugs, “Go ahead.” Then he’s continuing again.
At the same time, Jisung manifests every sign of being eager to get his clothes off, desperate to feel some sort of relief that he’s been refused recently. He had planned on breaking that spell, on having you to himself today even if it was only for a while, and honestly couldn’t and wouldn’t have predicted that this would happen. After going without being inside of you for the past couple of days on top of you ghosting him last night (whether you intended to or not), he felt starved of everything he was craving.
Touching himself felt no where as good as being inside you would, and especially after he finally had received the experience to prove it, although it’s better than nothing and he’s accepted that Haechan is likely not going to let him anywhere near your body — not until he’s done playing whatever game he calls this. You would nickname it torment, and so would Jisung.
You’re back to square one soon enough, with Haechan reappearing between your thighs once more, still acting slowly and rather teasingly although not nearly as much as he had the first time around. As you feel his mouth on you, your sounds mix with the ones that Jisung audibly makes as he strokes himself to the sight, practically bouncing off of the walls. “Be quiet,” Haechan whispers momentarily, and you immediately frown. You instantly feel the urge to question why he suddenly has a problem with you making noise, but you figured it would be best to fight against them. If you thought about it, lacking self-control is what landed you in this particular situation in the first place.
In your attempt to hold back any sound, you bite the walls of your cheek. He has you right there on the edge again, at the point where it’s hardest for you to keep quiet, but you manage to comply with his rules. It’s relaxing your body that feels impossible, especially when he’s pushing the right buttons. Your thighs begin to tremble, and your senses feel so heightened that you could almost cry. You’re right there, so close, your orgasm practically in arm’s reach—yet then he torturously snatches it all away once more. This time you do cry, however for an entirely different reason than you anticipated. “Haechan, please let me cum. I’m sorry, I’ll do anything!” you’re past the point of caring that Jisung’s seeing you like this, all capability of feeling embarrassment and shame leaving you as you’re filled to the brim with nothing but denial and want. “Please.”
Swiping his thumb over your eyes, he coos mockingly, “Aw, did you wanna cum? Do you think you deserve it?”
You’re nodding your head impatiently, unable to stop the trail of tears that stream down your cheeks. “I’ve been—I’ve been good, Hyuck. I did everything you told me to do.”
Haechan seemed to debate the decision of his next move in his head, going back and forth with himself a couple of times before ultimately deciding he would he allow you a deal. “Here’s the deal: I’m gonna fuck you, and you better not make a sound unless I tell you to. If you don’t cum by the time that I do, then you won’t cum at all. Got it?”
Again, you nodded fervently, sealing your lips shut in fear of messing up your opportunity to cum before you ever really got the chance if you opened your mouth. Haechan stripped himself of his clothes in what felt like seconds, throwing them onto the floor to be concerned over another time. He had truthfully wanted to be inside you when he saw that video you’d accidentally sent him, just to prove to you that no one could ever make you feel as good as he could. He had a particular motive in not letting Jisung touch you, too. He was punishing not only you, but the both of you, and he wanted Jisung to see that no matter how much you crawled to him, you were Haechan’s. You belonged to him entirely, and he could please you like no other. It wouldn’t matter how good he was because Haechan was better, and with every second that passed, he proved it time and time again, relentlessly.
So when Haechan thrusts inside you, there’s no doubt that Jisung feels jealous. It’s his own fault for messing with someone who didn’t belong to him, but he’s attached to you in a way that he doesn’t think he could be with anybody else.
“Shit, babe,” he slides in easily, both from the fact that you’ve been dangerously aroused since the moment he grabbed you and the fact that he’s edged you twice already.
You had almost whimpered at the feeling of him gliding inside your cunt, but then you remembered the terms of your agreement and settled with digging your teeth into your bottom lip with a force slightly dangerous. In this moment, you’re content. All you had wanted was to be filled and Haechan does so greatly, shoving his girth inside you as though he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. With how much he had been edging you, you never really realized how much his own need was growing.
“Fucking slut,” Haechan growls, watching how eagerly you take him. You look like such a mess, cheeks stained with tears, skin covered in marks, and your body practically shaking in response to the pleasure. “Needed dick so bad you fuck my friend behind my back?”
When you don’t reply, his palm lands on your ass, causing you to barely hold in a moan. “That was a question, baby.”
“I—‘m sorry,” is all you can bring yourself to say. There’s no use in coming up with a better response, you already know there’s no words you could use that would placate him.
“I didn’t fucking ask if you were sorry though, did I?” he smacks your ass once more, and this time you’re unable to contain the loud yelp that tears from between your lips. “And I told you to shut the hell up. But I know you can’t think with nothing but that greedy fucking pussy.”
You’re then distracted by the ever so inviting sounds of Jisung’s moans the second they ripple through the air, instantly shifting your gaze towards him and observing how hot he looks as he gets himself off to this, to you, his hair in front of his face and his lips parted agape. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, eyes squeezing shut in a deepening moan as he strokes himself with his palm. If you were in your full mind, you would have realized that you’re only further proving your boyfriend’s point, however you just can’t help but still want the both of them—together.
Haechan slows his movements until he stops entirely, then grips your chin, slightly rough yet you display no sign of disliking it. In fact, it’s probably worse how much you enjoy him manhandling you. You’re so close to whimpering when he goes still, hardly remaining silent and although he doesn’t mention it, you know he could tell. “Look at me, not him. You’re fucking mine,” he enunciates the single syllable with one sharp, deep thrust. “This pussy is mine,” he repeats the motion again, rocking your body forward and nearly forcing a moan from you, “now tell me who you belong to.”
Weakly, you answer, “Y-you.”
It’s clear that Haechan isn’t moving again until you’ve complied, and he seems unsatisfied by your response. Your thoughts are confirmed when he instead smacks your thigh, resulting in tears to prick your eyes once more.
“Not satisfied. Try again.”
“You, Hyuck, f-fuck,” you sound weakened and broken, attempting to speak through your sobbing, “I’m yours, I belong to you! Only you. N-no one—no one but you.”
That seems to do the trick, because he finally re-starts thrusting into you habitually, temporarily making your vision go black when he strikes a particular, sweet spot. There’s no one word that perfectly captures how he feels inside you, and you wouldn’t even bother to try and think of one. Hell, you’re beyond the point of thinking. You would’ve been embarrassed by how dumb you’d gone at this point, unable to comprehend how loud you’re being and that you’re essentially breaking one of the terms of your deal. Haechan’s in too deep to stop now though, wanting to feel how you perfectly take every inch of him, and instead comes up with a better solution.
“Jisung, come—s-shit—come fuck her throat,” Haechan barely manages to grunt out, his own eyes closing firmly and his moans getting louder with every passing moment. “I know that’ll make a slut like her shut the fuck up.”
At first the command takes him by surprise, though then Jisung’s rushing over to fuck your throat without needing to be told twice. He’s a little unsure if you had even registered the words that left your boyfriend’s mouth, however he can’t find it within him to stop once he slips into your mouth. He can’t stop the moan that tumbles from between his own when he feels your mouth around him, neither, the warm sensation already feeling levels bettet than his palms. It’s then that he realizes you’d never sucked him off before, that it had always been him giving head and you on the receiving end—not that he minded. He loves giving you head and watching the way your body reacts to his touch. However he discovers that he also likes the way your mouth feels.
He’s dreamed about this, and the reality is so much better than the expectations. You’d seemed a little lost when you noticed him in your mouth, but you sucked anyways, assuming Haechan had finally allowed interaction between the both of you and being glad about it. You also feel bad that he had been abandoned on his own for so long, unable to do much but watch, and wanted to please him to the best of your ability. The look on his face is hard to concentrate on when your boyfriend’s simultaneously fucking into you relentlessly, but the glimpses of it that you do manage to catch tell you that you’re most likely doing a great and successful job.
“S-shit, you feel so good,” Jisung moans, practically feeling his whole body tingle. 
You’re almost overwhelmed by the feeling of having two dicks in you, although it’s clear as day that he isn’t going to last extremely long, especially considering that he had already been getting himself off beforehand. You listen to his deep groans while simultaneously watching the way Haechan’s face twists and scrunches with pleasure, the three of your sounds—although yours muffled—mixing together as one.
“G-gonna cu—f-fuck,” Jisung grunts, unable to finish his sentence before he’s filling your mouth with his cum, his eyes firmly closed as he murmurs a set of curses. He pulls away when he’s finished, watching with awe as you swallow as much as you can, and admiring the way you look as whatever you couldn’t take in your mouth dripped down and decorated your chin.
There’s something about the way you look at him that honestly makes him feel like he could cum again right then, right there.
Deciding slapping your ass isn’t effective enough, Haechan slaps your cunt to grab your attention, not caring that you whimper from the unexpected impact and almost tempted to do it again because of how sweet you sound. “Focus on me,” he commands, and you comply. “You close?”
Forgetting about what had happened earlier, you simply nod in response, much to his dissatisfaction.
Haechan slapped your cunt again, “It’s like you never learn, baby. Use your words.”
“Y-yeah, I’m close,” it’s written all over your face, you know he’s only asking for a chance to torment you some more, “can I—can I cum?”
“S-shit, cum for me babe. You better do it before I do,” he says, reminding you that you wouldn’t be allowed to cum if you didn’t by the time that he had. He’s just as close as you were, moaning needily, his grip on your waist tightening almost bruisingly. His thrusts get deeper yet they aren’t as precise as they were initially.
Whatever happens in the next couple of moments you don’t process, save for your orgasm and the feeling of Haechan’s cum filling you to the brim, warm and thick. He stops moving eventually, slowing the way he rocks into your hips until he pauses completely. When he pulls out, he watches the way his cum drips from your cunt, unable to hide the proud smile developing on his face. He knows you like it too, recalling vividly all the times you’ve begged for him to cum in you.
He scoops you into his arms afterwards, kissing your neck gently again, making you giggle when he avoids your mouth for obvious reasons. “You okay? Too rough?”
You shake your head. “I’m good.” He’s never too rough on you.
Jisung clears his throat from beside you, making you both shift your gaze to him. “So, um,” he begins awkwardly, “what now?”
The smirk on Haechan’s face is sinister, and you know whatever he’s thinking in his head can mean zero good, but a part of you is excited for it anyways. “We’re not done here,” he says plainly, then adds, “since you wanted it so bad, do you think you can take two dicks for us, y/n?”
You have no idea, but you guess you were about to find out.
When you slowly nodded in confirmation, you swear you saw Jisung eyes twinkle a little in excitement. “Can we record it?”
Haechan shrugs. “Is that okay with you, babe?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply, thrilled by the idea. If this was the last time you’d ever be with the two of them at once, then you wanted to be able to remember it vividly, and there was no better way than recording.
Your boyfriend grabs his phone from the nightstand, grinning a little devilishly. “Are you ready?” When you nodded, he pressed record and immediately brought the camera to your face, still sticky with cum.
“Smile for the camera, baby.”
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mrvlbimbo · 20 days ago
Okay but picture this (pls make this a fic omg) Eddie coming home after a club meeting that went rlly well and he’s super pent up and energized and he gets into his room and he’s greeted with the sight of his sweet y/n on his bed in the cutest pink lingerie set waiting to have him basically rearrange her organs, and ofc he does cause how could he say no to his needy girl :(
18+ (this is pure smut)
Eddie never tried to be inconsiderate, he really didn’t. But sometimes there was just so much going through his head he forgot to think about anyone other than himself.
So when he got home still riled from a really good dnd session, his girlfriend knew it was going to be a long night. Unfortunately not in the way she was hoping
He burst through the door full of energy, monologging about whatever (she really couldn’t care less) “Eddie,” she said softly, trying to draw his attention to her and what she was wearing.
She had though, since his recent campaign was finally over, he might have some time for her that night. So she had bought a very fancy and very expensive pink lingerie set to surprise him.
Unfortunately he didn’t seem to notice or care, instead focusing on rambling about his dnd session.
As much as she loved to listen to him ramble, it was getting tiring. “Eddie,” she repeated, raising her voice a bit this time. He noticed that, energetically striding over to her and grabbing her shoulders to press a sloppy kiss to her forehead.
“love you babe,” he greeted before returning to pace the room.
She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, content to watch him and his ramblings for the time being.
Of course he would apologize profusely if she ever voiced that she felt like he was ignoring her, which is why she never would. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it, and she would be lying if she said his easily distracted nature wasn’t cute as hell.
Eventually he settled beside her, having tired himself out. “Sorry. You wanted to say something didn’t you?” He asked apologetically, pulling her into his arms.
The confidence she had when he walked in had waned. So she grumbled and hid her face in his chest when he asked.
“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he chastised, sliding his hand against the back of her head to tilt her face up and meet her eyes.
She pushed away from him, hiding her face in one hand and sitting back on her thighs. “Ok ok. I have something to show you. Lay back.” He sat up and she pressed against his chest, pushing him to sit against the headboard and straddling him.
She sat on his lap, hands running nervously over his chest. “Well? What did you want to show me?” He asked, already anticipating what was going to happen. Or so he thought.
She reached for the tie on her matching pink robe, hands flinching away before she could untie it. “I feel dumb. This feels dumb.”
“Baaaaabe. Nothing you do is dumb. Except for when you think anything you do is dumb,” Eddie whined, clutching her hips in his large hands and pressing her closer to him.
“That makes no sense,” she giggled, guiding his hands to the tie instead.
He twirled his fingers in the fabric, taking his sweet time removing the robe. “Yeah. But I love you.”
When the fabric finally fell off her shoulders, his eyes almost popped out of his head from staring. “Fucking hell babe. Wow.” His hands rubbed over her hips and thighs, one eventually coming down to cup her clothed cunt.
“Oh fuck. Eddie,” she moaned when he started pressing down with two fingers, gently massaging her clit.
From the state of her panties he could tell she was wet far before he started touching her. “Mmmm what’s got you all worked up?”
“You. Always you,” she gasped out when he slid the underwear to the side and started touching her without the barrier in the way.
“M so sorry for ignoring you baby.” He pouted, sliding two fingers into her. She arched her back at the intrusion, moaning into his mouth that was now pressed to hers in an apology of sorts.
She rolled her hips, fucking his fingers into her. “Please. Please.”
“Please what, babygirl?” He teased, removing his fingers and freeing himself from his boxers. He rubbed the tip of himself over her slit.
He was already slipping in before she had to ask. “Your cock. Please,” she whined as if she wasn’t already full of him, rolling her hips furiously to get any friction.
“You’ve been needing me all day, huh?” He started slowly, gripping her hips and sliding her up and down over him.
“Eddie!” She screamed when he hit a particularly deep spot inside of her.
“I’m. Such. A. Dick,” he choked out through deep thrusts into her. She whimpered, clutching his shoulders and pressing herself down in time with the motion of his hips. “M sorry for not givin my girl what she needs,” he admitted breathily, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before spilling inside of her.
“Mmmm s’okay,” she slurred, hazy from her own orgasm. She cuddled into his chest as he moved both of them to lay down.
“You forgive me?” He asked, cupping her face to look in her eyes. His thumb brushed her cheek in a delightfully intimate way, causing her to arch into his touch once again.
“Yeah,” she sighed happily, kissing his jaw before ducking her head against his chest.
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hopefulfuturenovelauthor · a month ago
STRESS (part 1)
Eddie Munson x reader (sorry couldn’t think of a better title)
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Eddie Munson is your short term weed provider and long term best friend. You’ve known him since you were in elementary school. You befriended him in 3rd grade. Plus, most importantly, you loved to listen to him ramble on and on about whatever: D&D, music, guitars, bands, movies, and much much more.
Recently though, life has been stressful for you. Your mom has been bringing men home again, and you can’t help but want to escape. It takes everything you have to wait for graduation and your diplomas before getting out of this shit town as soon as you can. Of course, you never shared your feelings on this with Eddie; after all, how do you tell your best friend you want to run away with him and never look back because your life in your small town is killing you and you're in love with him. 
No, Eddie didn’t know any of that, but he could tell you were stressed, you asking for weed only drove that point home. Eddie knew your life wasn’t great, and that you sometimes were really annoyed with life, but then again, it’s not either of you have the best home life. Eddie lives with his uncle and you live with your mom. Your house is only slightly nicer than his place.
But, you don’t voice your concerns and worries to Eddie. You hide the late notices claiming your rent still needs to be paid for this month, much less the other bill that would come by the end of the week. You pretended that your mother was trying to find a job when really she was just trying to find another guy to go home with. You thought, I can handle this; I’m almost done. You thought you and Eddie would finally confess your feelings to each other and would ride off into the sunset in his van. Actually, no you didn’t, but that is beside the point. 
You wanted to leave so badly. You wanted to grab the backpack sitting in your closet, containing food, water, cash, clothes, a pocket knife, and whatever other item your 13 year old self had put in it at the time. You wanted to take it and just run away. You wanted to remove yourself from all of the problems. 
You wanted to go, but you would never leave without Eddie. Sweet, kind, beautiful, funny, comical, loving, adorable Eddie. God, why did nerdy you have to fall for him all those years ago? 
If you didn’t you may have made it out. You would never have to worry about cursed Hawkins and murder and a whole other dimension. 
But, tick tock, your time was running out when it came to being left in blissful peace and ignorance. 
Instead you closed your window that night and put your bag back where you stuffed it all that time ago. You sat on your bed and cried. You couldn’t take the drugs. You flushed the cannabis down the toilet.
School the next morning was hell, except for lunch. You loved to watch and listen to Eddie ramble on and on. You smiled and laughed at your dorky friend as he leapt up to the table, continuing with his monologue. 
After school was better though, you got to be with him, by his side, arms pressed together, always some sort of contact. Fucking hell, you loved him, you wanted to hold his hand, you wanted to wear his rings, you wanted to be consumed by his jacket, and, god, did you just want to tell him that you loved him.
But time was ticking away and the sands of the hourglass were slipping through the curved sides, falling to the end of the countdown. You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t grab his hand, so you just went home.
You did your homework quickly and then started to clean your house. In all honesty, you skipped dinner and just went upstairs to your bedroom. You sat down at your desk and stared at the photos of you and Eddie. 
There was one of you and him playing D&D when you were in middle school. Another of the two of you at the talent show when his band had played. The third one of you and him were from a picture taken at school your freshman year. His arm was wrapped around you, his mouth showed a giant smile, and his eyes were crinkling from laughter. You leaned into him, your head on his shoulder.
You had three other photos on your desk. You had a family photo of you and your mother and father. The next one was of just your father and you. Small, young, and naive little you was situated on his shoulders looking at the fireworks in the sky. The last photo was just of Eddie, he sat in his normal spot as dungeon master, you didn’t even realize that the polaroid would come out perfect. He was smiling at you from his chair. His eyes only on you as you kept all of his attention and verbal affections that game. You didn’t look at the photo till the end of the session. When Eddie saw it he joked about how good he looked and how incredible your photography skills were. You offered it to him, but he said you could keep it, pressing the photo back into your hand. 
That was the closest and most intimate you two had been really. His face was only inches from yours and you both had so badly wanted to act on your mutual feelings, but neither of you did.
So instead, you pocketed the photo, smiled, thanked him for the incredible game, and left for home.
The home you are sitting in right now. The home in which you are staring at the grandfather clock protruding from your wall, the pendulum swinging back and forth, ticking down the time you have left.
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hiddles-and-skittles · 3 months ago
Not Just A One-Time Thing
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Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,046
Summary: When in Rome-or some random event that you definitely don’t want to be at-and after pushing every one of Bucky’s buttons, you take it upon yourself to have a party of your own. In a closet. With Bucky.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, rivals to lovers, heavy teasing, blushing idiots, Bucky’s anxiety, smut, fluffy smut because it’s good for the soul, mutual pining idiots who don’t know they’re mutual pining idiots, a little angst but it all ends fluffy because I won’t be able to sleep otherwise!
Notes: I haven’t written much in a hot minute, I’m going through a lot right now (potential liver failure) and this is one thing I’m sorta proud of! I’ve stated before that I don’t typically write smut, which is true because ya girl is inexperienced and it’s completely unfamiliar, but I like to push myself out of my comfort zone and see what I can do. Sometimes it’s great, sometimes it flops. But you won’t know until you try. And me? I want to try everything.  
*Divider by @firefly-graphics
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"You're going."
Sam’s stern voice echoes in your head as you resist the urge to slap yourself in the face.
"No." You desperately hope the simple word is sufficient enough that he decides not to argue.
"I will drag you there in a dress if I have to."  
"If you're trying to threaten me you'll have to do better than that."  
He chuckles. "Alright fine. Then he’ll drag you there," he points a thumb in the direction of your third roommate, Bucky, and the corner of Bucky’s mouth slightly twitches. There’s always been a slight rivalry between the two of you, never a real reason behind it. All you know is that if Sam’s attention is on you, Bucky stares at you as if he’ll rip your head clean from your body. It can be intimidating sometimes, but you know it’s just what he does; he’s insanely protective of anyone he holds dear, and you’ll admit it’s fairly admirable. Maybe kinda hot.
Most people would probably cower from the former assassin’s lingering glare, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about those piercing blue eyes boring into you as he fucks you relentlessly into your mattress. So you challenge him by being as annoying as you possibly can to see how far he’ll go before he snaps.
"I’m not wearing a dress in this weather."
"Oh, so that's what this is about?" Sam asks, his hands on his hips.
You narrow your eyes. “It's almost in the negatives out.” He sighs and mumbles a quick ‘whatever’ under his breath, giving up and leaving the room. Bucky watches him intently until the door shuts, leaving the both of you alone. His eyes flick to you.
“This is big for him,” he starts, taking a breath. “Imagine having something this important to you and we don't show.”
“Well I'd encourage you not to, I wouldn't want to be there more than likely.”
His jaw clenches and he frustratingly huffs through his nose, taking a chair and flipping it around to sit with his arms leaning on the top of it. After a moment of silence, he tilts his head. “They have alcohol.”
You sigh, resting your cheek in your palm. “So?”
“So,” he shrugs suggestively.
“I don't like alcohol,” you simper.
He rolls his eyes and throws his head back with a dramatic ugh, his previously annoyed demeanor returning. “I'll drink for you then.”
“Yeah okay,” you snort. “And I have to be completely sober? Pass.”
“Just-” he squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing his brow with his thumb and index finger, exhaling sharply before looking you in the eye. “Wear a stupid dress, alright?”
You cock an eyebrow. “Oh? You went casual last time, were you the exception to the rule?”
He licks his lips. “Tell you what. I'll wear a suit if you go.”
You sit back in your chair, a sinister smile appearing on your face. “...I don't think that's enough incentive.”
“What do you want from me?” he growls.
“Hmm...I don't know yet.” His metal hand makes a fist and you chuckle. “I'll go.”
It’s only been about twenty minutes at the crowded event, but you’ve managed to situate yourself and try your best not to acknowledge the men staggering around leering at you. You thought this place would be far classier, but clearly where there is alcohol, there are people who lack self-control.
You don a sequined red dress that hugs your curves and goes past your knees, and a faux white fur jacket covering your shoulders to try and stave off some of the cold.  
Sam walks on stage and the crowd immediately cheers for him, and a small proud smile appears on your face. Your eyes find Bucky from across the floor and your breath hitches, finding it difficult to take your eyes off him as he makes his way over to you.  
He fidgets as he stands beside you and takes in the way you look at him. He buzzed off more of his hair, his scruff has grown out a little but it’s neatly trimmed, and as promised, he’s dressed in a navy blue suit with a matching tie.  
“I know. I look ridiculous.” His brows furrow as he tenses up.
“I wouldn't say that,” you purr. He turns to you, his cheeks tinged pink as he smiles bashfully. Cheering erupts once again as the host asks to give Sam a warm welcome, and he soon starts his speech.
It’s times like these Bucky wishes you weren’t such a punk, because he’d kill to tell you how he feels. Of course you don’t feel the same because you always push his buttons, and Sam never should have let him move in with you two because you’ll never accept him in fully, but he really wants to kiss you and sometimes bend you over a table but-  
You both stand away from everyone and around the refreshment tables and Sam eventually throws a mention to you both, a spotlight beaming on you for a second while the audience shouts. You give an awkward smile and wave, both of you hating the attention, and when it disappears Bucky is visibly uncomfortable with strangers’ eyes on him. You turn to him and place a hand on his arm.
“Wanna get a dri-”
“-Yes,” he interrupts quickly, apologizing immediately and making you giggle. You walk towards the alcohol and find an ice tub of beer. He watches your hips sway seductively as you leave his side and wonders if you’re doing that intentionally, but it doesn’t matter; in the end it’s got his mouth watering for something that isn’t alcohol, something that could get him just as drunk.  
He stays a few steps behind, raking his eyes over your body at least a dozen times. You turn around as if in slow motion and he can’t help but compare your beauty to that of a young Vivien Leigh, but he quickly dismisses his thoughts and grasps the bottle you reach out to him. He pops the top, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swigs the drink, causing you to swallow thickly and wet your lips at the sight. Fuck. After almost downing the entire bottle he nurses it in his gloved left hand, and you look away, feeling warmth spread over your body. He gazes at you when you’re no longer paying attention to him.  
“You look lovely,” he blurts out, interrupting his own thoughts and nearly choking on his drink.  
“Really?” you whisper in disbelief. He hesitates when you don’t fully react, but you give in and tug on his tie, twirling it around your fingers. “You don't look so bad yourself, Barnes.” You both lock eyes, his gaze darker than before, and that has enough pull on you to set a plan in motion. You glance around the room and notice the buzz dying down, everyone in their own little worlds. “Getting a little dull here, isn't it?”
He licks his lips. “Mmhmm.”  
“I have an idea.” You take the drink from him and replace it with your hand, leading him away from the crowd as he stumbles after you.
You creep down an empty hallway and discover a small utility closet that luckily is unlocked, so you open the door and find the light switch. You practically throw him inside, both of you tripping over cleaning supplies that litter the floor. You fall into his chest, both of you panting in anticipation. He gives in to his thoughts and quickly shrugs his suit jacket off, cupping your face with his gloved fingers and roughly kissing you to steal the breath from your lungs. All you can do is thank God that you gave in and wore a stupid dress, and went to the stupid party, and oh hell is he a good kisser. He pulls away for air, eyes scanning your face while he licks his lips. “I'm glad you came,” he breathes.
“Oh, I haven't done that yet.” You smirk as he shoves you against the wall and pins your wrists above your head with his hands, his mouth a breath from yours as he presses into you.  
“Was this what you wanted?” he whispers, brushing the tip of your nose with his.
“No, but I guess I'll have to settle.” One of his hands leaves your wrists to gather up the hem of your dress to where it sits just above your hips, granting himself better access to rock into you. Your leg instinctively hooks around him to pull him closer and you feel his hardness pressing into your stomach.
“Why are you always such a brat?” He grits out, diving to kiss you again as he parts your thighs with his knee. You can still taste the alcohol on his lips.
“Because you haven’t fucked it out of me yet.” You smile as his hand wraps around your throat to deepen the searing kiss and he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. He shifts to latch his mouth onto your neck and trails his way up to the sweet spot under your ear. You moan as you ride his thigh, the friction making you dizzy with lust. You wriggle your hands free from his grip and tangle one in his short locks and the other slides down the wide planes of his back to claw at his ass. He grunts and squeezes your hip in return.
“Tell me you want this,” he says between ragged breaths. You chuckle.
“You say it first.” He laughs dangerously, a predatory sound that sends a shock directly to your core. “You always did strike me as submissive,” you tease, testing the waters. Any trace of playfulness immediately dissipates from his face and a moment passes where he looks as if he’s about to devour you like a wolf would a deer.  
“I’m not giving you that satisfaction,” he simpers as he leans in close. Your eyes stay trained on his.
“Well, looks like I’m not giving it to you, either.” You condescendingly pat his chest and grin as you push the hem of your dress back down, lazily running your fingers through your messy hair. He stares at you in disbelief when you open the door to leave, collecting your discarded accessories from the floor and stepping outside the frame.
“Fuck,” he rolls his eyes to himself. “Wait.”
“Oh?” you turn around, tapping the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you.”
“I said fine. I...want you. I want this,” he says reluctantly, avoiding your eyes as a light blush covers his cheeks. “But if you think for one goddamn second I’m sub-”
“Shut up and kiss me, dumbass.” You kick the door shut and throw your things down again, and he pushes your back against the wall once more. His lips descend on yours with more fervor than before and you waste no time hiking up your dress for him. He presses into you and successfully traps you between his arms, grinding into you as your hands grip the collar of his shirt. He detaches himself from you and in one swift motion yanks his belt out of his pants and slings it to the floor.  
“You won’t be telling me what to do after I fuck you through this wall,” he growls. Heat blooms on your face at his obscenity, but you can’t help your excited grin spreading from ear to ear.
“I don’t think you can handle me,” you tease, your voice quiet. He laughs like a madman on the brink of relapse.
“Oh, I think I can handle you just-” he hooks a finger into your underwear and rips it off completely, “-fine.” You yelp in surprise when he suddenly lifts you, instinctively wrapping your legs around him and gasping when you feel his clothed erection throbbing against your clit. Your hands grip his shoulders and he finally pulls his pants down just enough to spring himself free. You bite back a sob as he slowly removes his gloves and brings his cool, metal hand to your wetness, easily sliding two digits in, causing you to hiss at the stretch. He pumps slowly and you throw your head back, letting out a whine.
“P-please, Bucky, I need you.” He promptly pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, sucking your juices off loudly to get your attention. Your head slumps forward and you meet his boastful gaze.
“I’m sorry?” he asks, mocking your tone from earlier. “I didn’t catch that.”    
“What, going deaf in your old age?” you jab.  
His hands intentionally slip a little from under you and he smirks. “I’ll drop you.”
“Don’t be such a baby.”  
“Name calling isn’t the way into my heart, doll,” he tsks.
“No, but it is the way into your pants, otherwise we wouldn’t be in this room.” You both erupt into a fit of giggles and he nods in agreement. “So, honor that by doing me.”
“That’s not how you say it,” he laughs, his nose crinkling as he smiles.  
“Fine, then. Fuck me.”
His hand reaches to guide himself into you and you both moan as you fully sink down, seating yourself on his cock. Your eyes wrench shut and Bucky kisses you again, only this time there’s something else behind it. His forehead rests against yours and he doesn’t move until you open your eyes.
“You sure?” he asks, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you respond with shaky breath, your hands connecting behind his neck. And with that, he draws his cock out, adjusting your stance and sheathing himself in you again.
He starts at a leisurely pace to give you time to accommodate his size but you impatiently meet his thrusts to spur him on, gasping each time your bodies connect. “You’re so tight,” he groans, his brows furrowing as he builds a faster rhythm. Every sharp snap of his hips sends you a few inches up the wall and you can feel the tangles forming in your hair, but you’re too intoxicated by him to notice.  
His hand pulls you in by your neck and he kisses you, licking into your mouth when you moan. You fixate on the sounds of his body slapping against yours and his shallow breath, the feeling of your slick running down your thighs and the way he smells. Your eyes roll back and his rocking accelerates when you dig your nails into his shoulders, growling out your name as he relentlessly pounds up into you. He dips his fingers between your bodies and your back arches the second his thumb meets your swollen bud, sending a sweet electric shock up your spine. Your walls begin to flutter around him as he feels you getting close and he massages your clit in tighter circles.
“Oh fuck,” you moan.  
“Cum for me,” he rasps, his mouth agape and eyes screwed shut.
It doesn’t take long for the coil in your stomach to snap, and with one look at his blissed out face you’re sent over the edge, crashing repeatedly as he continues to ride you through your orgasm. “B-Bucky,” you gasp, writhing at the slight overstimulation. He holds you in place by gripping your thighs as he slams into you, choking out a moan as he soon follows your climax.  
Had he not been holding you up, you definitely would have fallen. He nuzzles into your neck as you both come down, kissing your pulse point tenderly as you gently card your fingers through his hair. You relax into each other for as long as it takes for your breathing to level out.
He reels back, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek as he studies you.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he gushes, making your face flush. His eyes find yours and you both breathe out a laugh at your disheveled states. You lean forward to kiss him, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as he gently captures your lips. You both moan when he suddenly pulls out, sighing when you feel his cum dripping down your thigh.
Your legs are jelly when he finally sets you back down and you hold onto him for balance as he pulls his trousers up. He looks around the closet and finds a stack of towels, reaching for one without stepping away. He squats to clean you up, then tugs your dress down and smooths it out, extending an arm to pick up your purse, his jacket and belt, and your ruined underwear. He shoots you an apologetic look and you snort as he shoves them in his pocket.
“You owe me a new pair.” He stands and reaches for your hand with hesitance but you close the gap to hush his racing mind. “Then again, if you’re just gonna rip them off, maybe I shouldn’t bother wearing any at all.” He casts his eyes downward with a sad smile, avoiding your eyes. You squeeze his hand. “What’s wrong?”
He sighs. “Was this a one-time thing?” He watches you from his peripheral with caution. “Because I really like you.”  
“I like you too,” you assure him, taken aback by his question. His eyes flick to yours.
“This isn’t exactly how I wanted things to go with you.” A pang of guilt hits your stomach.
“Do you...regret this?” He shakes his head.
“No. It’s just, I wanted to ask you out first.” You smile at him.
“Then ask me out. You know I’ll say yes.” He timidly smiles back.  
“Will you-”
“God, yes,” you laugh, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You both step over the cleaning supplies you haphazardly kicked out of the way earlier and open the door. “How long do you think it’ll take Sam to notice we’re a thing now?” Before Bucky can respond, another voice pipes up.
“I noticed about ten minutes ago.” Sam’s arms are folded over his chest and he’s leaning on the wall outside the utility closet, his eyebrow cocked with a smug grin plastered to his face. “And it’s about damn time.”
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Thank you for reading <3
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luvring · 5 months ago
— haikyuu boys as campus crushes
(gn!reader) | iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, suna, sakusa
note from nia: my classes got moved online until the end of february so i will live vicariously through my own writing! </3 (not proofread lolol)
✧* IWAIZUMI bumps into you after leaving the gym causing your notebooks to fall and drink to spill. he mutters a curse before apologizing and bending down, offering to buy you something at the café nearby that he likes. your hands brush against each other while you reach for the same stray paper, and if you weren't so flustered maybe you would have noticed the pink dusting his own cheeks. he makes small talk on your way there, asking for your name and where you were headed, telling you about his classes and how his workout went. he pays for your drink and seems unsure of what to do after handing it to you. having mercy (and not wanting to take up more of his time), you thank him and he offers another apology before starting to leave. when you joke and say "hope you don't run into anybody else. don't want to spend more money, do you?" he blinks before laughing, "yeah, guess so. wasn't too bad meeting you, though." you can't help walking by the gym the next day, hoping to catch him on his way out again.
✧* BOKUTO isn't hard to spot at the main quad. it's the beginning of the year club fair and he's charming everyone who walks by, despite any lack of initial interest. you aren't an exception, you realize, when he spots you and flashes a big grin, "hey! d'you wanna hear about the volleyball club?" he tells you the basics and boasts about how good they are, how hard he's been training himself. he even offers to spike a ball for you, backing up into a bigger area with another player. everyone around claps after he hits the ball with ease, but he turns to you for your reaction first. his friend pokes him, a signal that he's been talking to you long enough, and he pouts a little before realizing he did have a job to do. "i—we'd love to see you at tryouts!" he says. when you show up, maybe not for the club, but to see a specific white and black haired player, the same smile reaches his face as he jogs over. you're not sure if his flushed face is because of warm-ups or something else.
✧* AKAASHI is the well-dressed guy sitting by the window of a coffee shop, notes strewn in front of him and fingers typing away. he looks away from his screen and stretches, finally taking a break. as he glances around, he can't help but make eye contact with somebody at the table in front of him. his face flushes as you turn away and he decides the people walking outside are more interesting. but after a dozen more glances, a few close calls of being caught, 20 minutes of overthinking, and a text from his friend saying "GO TALK TO THEM!!! >:(", he starts shifting to get out of his seat—all before his heart drop as he watches you get up to leave. he keeps coming back, about to accept he'll never have another chance until he spots you a few days later. when you get back from a washroom break you notice a sticky note next to your drink with a phone number, user, and smiley face scribbled down. you look around and see the same cute guy from before watching your reaction, blushing then scribbling notes down a few seats away.
✧* ATSUMU is the guy who sneaks into class just late enough to have missed the first slide of notes, sliding into the empty seat next to you. he wouldn't have been so loud if it wasn't just the prof speaking, his noisy jacket, and backpack hitting the floor. he sheepishly taps on your desk to get your attention, holding a laptop charger for you to plug in. you think that'll be your last interaction for a while until you watch him start up a game (valorant, probably) and take out a bag of gummies. he's chewing on one when he notices you looking from the corner of his eye and he turns the bag so you can grab one. you spend the rest of the lecture switching between trying to pay attention to the professor and holding in your laugh as he dies again. he sends a joking glare your way and hastily switches to a tab to write "do YOU wanna try then??" in the search bar. you're pretty sure everyone around you turned when he snorts at your panicked rejection. after class ends and you pass his charger, he doesn't forget to turn around and say "see ya next class!"
✧* SUNA replies to your question in the class discord about a project due date. he makes a comment about the prof's bad teaching style in the safest way possible to avoid getting in trouble, sending a friend request after you laugh and agree. as soon as you accept, he dm's and says "our prof is complete ass lmao." instead of dropping the class you make a deal to stay and get a good grade purely out of spite—the loser would buy lunch at the end of the semester. you become each other's class life lines. the semester's filled with complaining, loopy 2am conversations, working through questions, secret looks when the prof said something incoherent, and high-fives. the first time you decide to sit together, you didn't expect him to be that attractive when he poked your shoulder and you turned around, though you can't really complain. he sends "😐🖕" when you get your final grades then immediately asks when to meet up. you have a sneaking feeling he tried harder with his outfit than usual, but he just teasingly sighs, "i guess i owe you a lunch?"
✧* SAKUSA sits alone at the last table with free seats in the library during finals season. he watches you pace around, trying to find an empty spot with no luck. he stares until you look in his direction then moves his things out of the way for you to take a seat diagonal from him—it's far enough that you won't bother each other, he thinks. you whisper a small "thank you" while placing your things down and he nods before returning to his project. his thought was proven to be wrong three times. once when you excuse yourself to plug in your phone by the port next to him, another time when his pencil accidentally rolls against your things and he mutters an apology, and a third when you both look up and at each other at the same time. you offer an awkward but sincere smile, and his eyes widen before he clears his throat and looks away. despite it all, he's at the same table the next day, and he moves his things again when you walk towards him.
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bonky-n-steeb · 6 months ago
there is no right way (iv)
summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.
warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, oral sex, soft missionary sex. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.
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“Tell me what happened?” Wanda had been pressing for the details of yesterday’s date for the better of the last hour. She had dropped billy and Tommy off to school this morning and had come right at your bustling cafe.
“Wanda, how many times should I tell you? He took me to watch a movie in a drive in theatre. That’s all.” You weren’t at all angry at your best friend but instead you were loving the attention. A few years back, you had been the one pestering Wanda when she went on dates with Vision.
“That’s not all. I can see the way you’re smiling to yourself. I know that smile more than anyone. It crosses your face when you’ve had… a great dick.” Wanda replied slyly.
The cafe still had other people and Wanda was talking in a softer voice than usual. “Wanda! There are people in here.” You scolded her.
“Oooo… so something did happen. Well you promised to tell me, so tell me now.” She just wasn’t giving up. “Okay. So we didn’t have sex.” You said with a deep breath.
“But…” Wanda wiggled her eyebrows in excitement. “I can tell you that he’s really good with his fingers.” The next instant Wanda was howling and clapping her fingers. “Oh my god! I knew it!”
“Sshhhh… people are watching.” you shushed her. “Oh god, I’m sorry.” Almost everyone in the small bakery was staring at you two. “See, this is why we can’t have nice things.” You said as you placed the new batch of cookies on display.
“I’m so happy for you.” Wanda hugged you tightly and you hugged her back. Wanda was your friend who had been with you through thick and thin, like a lighthouse.
“Also, we’re going on a date tonight too.” By now Peter was besides you too as he was finally done frosting the cupcakes. “A second date? Tonight? What magic have you done on him?”
You chuckled at Wanda’s question. “I have no idea what he sees in me. Do you know when he first saw me? When I was fighting with Walker over money. He said I impressed him that day.”
“Now that’s interesting. But you gotta tell me what happens tonight because I’m pretty sure he’s gonna show you how good he’s with his….” She trailed off. Her hand was still leisurely resting on your shoulder.
“Wanda really? I hate you.” Your face was heated and you wanted to hide somewhere. Peter was trying his best not to laugh out loud and take care of the customers. “Awww… I love you too.” Wanda said grinning madly.
“Hello.” You answered the phone call with hesitancy as the number was a unknown one. The rush had now died down and you were sitting idly when the phone rang.
“Hello sugar.” Now that was enough to make you understand who was there on the other side. “Oh hey Bucky!” You replied with excitement.
Yesterday night when he had dropped you off at your house, you had punched your number in his mobile but had forgotten to ask for his in return. Though you honestly weren’t expecting that busy man to call you anytime soon.
“How is my cupcake doing today?” My cupcake! This man was out for your soul. Why was the name so cute and why did you love the way it sounded from his mouth?
“Well, today is going…. Ummm, kinda okay? Like I did pretty good business, I had my regulars plus a few extras, which is a good thing. But then there was this guy who ended up spilling a whole cup of hot coffee and it was a mess to handle and clean up.”
“Also there was this bitch who was acting so entitled. Like who do you think you even are. And I missed…..” you stopped midway as you realised you had just started ranting. “I must be boring you. I’m sorry I just went off like that.”
“No. You aren’t boring me at all. I did ask you how your day was, and I meant it. You can talk how much ever you want to talk to me and I’ll never be bored.” You smiled to yourself at his response. “That’s so sweet of you. But no, you must be busy.”
“You gotta start believing what I say. Because for any reason you start doubting me sugar, then that means I’ve gone wrong somewhere.” You were smiling so widely, your cheeks hurt. “You’re unreal.”
“I’m very real, sugar. Now please continue and tell me what you missed.” He chuckled. “Missed??.. oh about that. God Bucky, I almost forgot it myself. So, I was saying I forgot to have my breakfast this morning.”
“Why sugar? You shouldn’t be missing your breakfast.” His worry was eminent in his reply. “I’m a klutz, that’s why. I forgot to buy my groceries and had nothing in the fridge. No worries tho, I’ll buy them while going home.”
“Hmmm..” he seemed to be thinking something. “Anyway, where are you taking me tonight?” You were once again in the dilemma of what to wear. “I told you it’s a surprise sugar.”
“Bucky please. I’m really confused as to what to wear.” You complained into the phone. “Now that it’s up to me….” He trailed off with a hint of mischief. “Bucky, I’m serious. Tell me, pleasseeeeee…”
“Hmm… wear your nicest dress today.” wow, that was so helpful. “Okay.” You shrugged despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to see you. “I can’t wait to see you.” Bucky could only imagine what you’d look like. “I can’t wait either.”
You had left your shop a little early to dress for tonight’s date. You probably trusted Peter too much. But till now he hadn’t given a single thing to doubt about him.
You were standing in front of the mirror, placing your dresses in front of you and checking which one looked the best when your phone ringed indicating a message.
Bucky: did Sam visit?
You: Who’s Sam?
You saw three dots indicating Bucky was typing, but before he could send the message, your doorbell rang. You couldn’t quite place who would it be, as you weren’t expecting anyone and it was too early for Bucky to come.
Placing the dress on the bed, you opened the door. “Umm hello?” You just peaked your head out while keeping majority of the door closed. “Hi! I’m Sam. Bucky sent me.”
You looked down to see Sam carrying two bags full of groceries. Though it was neatly packed, you could easily see some vegetables peak through the top. In the excitement of going on the date, you had forgotten about buying groceries for yourself.
“Ok ohkay.” You opened your door and let Sam in. He gave you a wide smile which you reciprocated before placing the bags on your counter.
“What is this for?” You knew what that was for, but still you had to ask. “Honestly, I don’t know. Bucky told me to buy groceries and deliver them to you. I don’t know the specifics of what you buy, so I just brought the generic stuff.”
“Woah… you didn’t have to do any of that.” You said shaking your head, but your heart fluttered with joy that Bucky paid attention to even meagre of your problems.
“So… how much was this?” You were about to go fetch your purse when Sam stopped you. “You don’t have to pay for anything.” You stopped to look at the grocery, it definitely wasn’t cheap. “Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure. Also, pro tip, you don’t have to pay for anything Bucky gives you. Anyway, I should go.” Sam said with a small chuckle. “Wait! It would be rude of me to not offer anything, so you want coffee? Tea? Anything else?” You were suddenly conscious of the state of your house.
“I’m literally dying to taste anything made by you again. But sadly, I’m a bit busy now so I have to leave. But don’t worry, one day I’ll come here to have a whole three course meal.” You had already started liking Sam.
“You’re always welcome here Sam. It was nice meeting you, and thanks for the groceries.” He saluted you as he walked out of the door. “You’re welcome. I look forward to meeting you too.”
You dialled Bucky’s number the moment you closed the door. “Hello!” His sounded chirpy. “Bucky what was the need for this? I mean, thank you for sending the groceries but there was no need. I would’ve bought them myself.”
“I told you I’d take care of you, so let me. You went to work hungry this morning and I don’t want this to happen ever again. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is tell me.”
With this explanation, there wasn’t a space to argue. “Bucky, are you in a kitchen?” You could hear sizzling voice in the background which clearly sounded like food cooking. “Umm,… yeah.”
He sounded as if he wanted to hide that from you, and you knew better than to dig into it. “Okay. I’ll see you in the evening then. Bye!” You once again went back to checking your dresses. “Yeah, see you then. Goodbye!” Bucky had big plans for tonight.
“That’s the road to your house!” You said as Bucky drove through the private road that led to his house. “Yeah, you guessed it!” Bucky said sarcastically.
“Okay, there was no need to be so secretive about it. You could’ve told me.” You had worn a simple yet elegant black dress which highlighted the parts you wanted to be highlighted.
“Yesterday when I took you to the theatre, your eyes widened with pure joy and a huge smile graced your lips. It was a mesmerising sight to watch and I wish to watch it again and again. So despite taking you home, I kept it a secret so that I could see that smile of realisation again.”
Your heart was thumping so loudly you feared it would burst. In just two days Bucky had managed to prove himself better than any other man you had known. “You’re unbelievable Bucky.”
“No I’m not. I just wish to be the man you deserve.” You were about to cry with all the emotions by all the emotions bubbling up. “Do you go to sleep by reading, ‘101 ways to be a perfect guy’?”
“I told you, I’m not perfect, rather far from it.” His eyes were twinkling in the moonlight as he traced your cheek with his finger. It was then that you realised that you had already reached your destination.
“Your house is… just gorgeous.” You said as you two entered his mansion. The last time you had visited, it was for business. But now that you were on a date, you gave yourself some time to look around keenly.
“But I think the house owner is even more gorgeous.” He jested. “Agreed.” You said cracking a smile. Bucky hooked his around around your waist and led to you towards a beautiful laid out table.
It was decorated with rose petals and a candle was gleaming in the middle. The ambience was on point to the date. “Bucky this is wonderful. Thank you!”
You didn’t know if Bucky was being this nice just till he laid with you or this was going to continue further. But honestly, you didn’t care. Even if all this care and adoration was for just two days, you’d keep these two days close to your heart.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything. You deserve all the pretty things in the world.” You couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned up and sealed your lips in a kiss.
Bucky’s flesh hand framed your cheek while his metal arm rested on your waist. His tongue licked your lips and you opened them giving him entry. You moaned as he licked into your mouth.
When you parted, you were sure your lipstick was either smudged or gone. But since Bucky was looking at you as if you hung the stars, you didn’t care for it.
You both knew that tonight you were going to end up in his bed. But before that, you had a dinner to eat. The moment the pasta was served into your plate, from the smell itself you knew it would be delicious.
You hummed as you took your first morsel. “Ummmm,, it’s absolutely delicious. I want to kiss the chef.” It was honestly better than any pasta served at high end restaurants.
Bucky still hadn’t started eating his food and was just looking at you to gauge your expression. And it was then that it struck you. The sizzling noises in his background on the call, his reluctance in telling you, him waiting for your approval.
“Oh my god, you’ve cooked this, haven’t you?” He smirked and nodded, as if he’d just got full marks on a test. “I can’t believe you’re this good at cooking. It seems I have a tough competition.”
“No no, you don’t. The only thing I can cook is pasta. And over the time I’ve perfected it is all.” He shrugged as if he hadn’t just cooked the best pasta you’d ever eaten. “Bucky, you and your surprises. Ufff, I can’t get enough of them.”
You spent the rest of the time chatting and giggling. Once again, unlike his usual stoic demeanour, he was relaxed and easy with you. It didn’t feel as if it was your second date, but rather it felt like you’d known each other for a long time.
“I think it’s time for the chef to get his promised kiss.” Bucky proclaimed once you were done with the dinner and dessert. “Aahhh, right.”
You got up and walked over to him. Bending down you went for his lips, but at the last moment, you turned your head and pecked his cheek.
“Hey, that’s not fair.” He complained as you laughed looking at his disappointed face. “I never said I’d kiss the chef on the lips.” The next instant, he stood up and crashed his lips into yours.
His hand held your nape as he deepened the kiss. You rubbed your hands over the expensive material of his suit and curled your fingers in it to pull him closer.
You gasped when you felt him squeeze your ass. “Bucky…” he left little kisses from your jaw to your neck. His eyes were hungry as they drank your form in.
“I think we should continue this in the bedroom huh?” His voice was dripping with lust. You nodded eagerly and he pulled you by your arm to walk upstairs towards his bedroom.
Once inside, he couldn’t stop his hands from wandering your body. His lips were either attached to your neck or your lips and you just relished the sensation.
His fingers found you the zipper of your dress. Opening it, his fingers traced your skin sending a ripple of shiver down your spine.
Once the dress was on the floor, the cold air of the night made goosebumps rise on your skin and you suddenly felt exposed. You were wearing your best set of lingerie and yet it somehow paled in front of Bucky’s beauty.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He murmured in your ear as he pulled on the straps of your bra. “You… you don’t have to lie.” Your voice broke as you said. You were sure he had slept with actresses and models.
He stopped all his ministrations and looked in your eyes with more seriousness than he had since the day you met. “You don’t get to decide what I feel sugar. If I say you were the most beautiful that means you are the most beautiful. No arguments.”
You just stared at him with an awestruck expression; wide eyed looking up at his face like he ruled the world and parted lips just taking in the meaning of what he said.
“Bucky…” you didn’t really have anything else to say. Because you were afraid you’d either say too little or a little too much. So you expressed yourself the best way you currently could, by kissing him fiercely.
And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You wanted to say this aloud, but you stopped yourself. Instead, you shucked off his suit and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw his chiseled abs and hard pecks. He looked like one of those roman statues displayed in museums. Either created by Michaelangelo or someone of his likes.
“I’m literally out of words to describe how fucking good you look.” He smirked and bit his lip and your eyes followed his movements religiously. “There are other ways to show me than talking, sugar.”
Turning you around, he pushed you onto the bed. The mattress was unbelievably soft as you bounced on it. Bucky didn’t waste much time in getting out of his pants and crawling over you.
He removed your bra before fondling your breasts. You sucked in a sharp breath when he took your nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
After laving on the hard peak for a few moment, he let it go with a pop. His eyes were looking into yours as he trailed his kisses up to your core. Sensually, tugged off your panties and spread your legs.
Bucky lowered himself until he was right in front of your dripping wet pussy. Suddenly conscious of yourself, you snapped your legs closed. “What happened?” He asked, worried all of a sudden.
“Umm,, no one has done that before…” Bucky shook his head as if he was disappointed and you just hoped he wasn’t disappointed in you.
“Idiots! They were idiots, cupcake. I’m sure you have the sweetest pussy and I’m fucking honoured to be the first one to taste it.” He once again separated your legs and you let him.
The first swipe of his tongue on your throbbing pussy was literal heaven. His wet tongue and his warm mouth licking and sucking your sensitive core, was the thing you needed but never knew.
Now that you knew what it felt like to get eaten out, you wondered if you’d ever go without it. Bucky was very skilled when it came to using his tongue. He was flicking your clit, then fucking your hole with his tongue, and then sealing his lips around your nub and sucking.
Your fingers were curled in the bedsheets and your back was arched as Bucky kept licking all that you gave him. His hands were holding your thighs tightly to prevent you from wiggling away. “You taste so sweet sugar. Never gonna leave this pussy.”
“Bucky..!” Your hands tried holding on to his short hair, but it was too short to tangle with your fingers. You could feel the coil in your core tighten to its highest points and you knew you were close.
“… I’m gonna cum..” you had thought that Bucky would let up now, but instead he doubled down his efforts by adding his fingers. His fingers were pumping into you as he sucked and licked your swollen clit.
“Oh god! Fuck fuck fuck.. Bucky! Fuck…” your brain lost its filter when you came. He held you tightly as you squirmed beneath him.
When he got up, the lower half of his face was covered with your slick. He did a lewd display of licking his wet lips while staring straight in your eyes.
You were about to pull him back into the bed as he stepped out but you stopped complaining when he lowered his pants. “Good lord…” the words left your lips when you took in his hard length.
Bucky was very well endowed. He was thick and long with veins running up to its head which was glistening with precum. You couldn’t wait to have him inside you.
When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. Bucky stilled when you pressed your fingers at his shoulders where the metal arm met flesh. That area was marred with scars and you traced as many as you could.
“You’re so beautiful Bucky.” Your eyes were locked into what could only be described as a loving gaze. In that single moment of intimacy and vulnerability, both of you were just two people trying to make their home in the other’s life.
Bucky needed to be close to you. And this wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer. You gasped when the head of his length entered you and he moaned when he was surrounded by your wet tight heat.
He went slowly until he was halfway buried in you, but then he just couldn’t stop himself and thrust all the way in in a single movement. “You feel so good sugar. So good. Fuck.”
His his were snapping up to you as his length speared your insides. You just clutched your hands around his neck and held him as he rutted into you like an animal in heat.
Your head was arched back into the pillows and your neck was bared for Bucky. He was constantly nibbling and sucking on the column of your neck and you shivered as his saliva cooled down.
“God.., fuck. Waited so long for this, sugar. Waited so long for you.” Your moans were muffled by his lips as he kissed you. “Can’t believe you’re mine sugar. All this sweetness, just for me.”
Tears were slipping past your eyes from the intensity of the whole thing. Your toes tingled and your eyes clenched shut as you came with a shout of Bucky’s name.
Seeing your writhe for him and they way you were clenching around, he wasn’t far behind either. Small trevors passed in your body as you felt him cum deep inside you.
Bucky circled his arms around you as you both panted and quivered around each other. When he pulled out, you could feel a trickle of cum leak out of you. “Bucky,…. Bucky, that was amazing.”
He lifted you up so that you were resting your head on his beating heart. You could clearly heart as his excited rhythm returned to a steady thumping, and at that moment, he was real.
You didn’t know of this was going to be your last time together and if Bucky went to the length of all those efforts just for one night with you, so you decided to bath in every second of his attention that he provided you.
His pupils were blown wide as he looked down at you. You looked like an Angel to him; the moonlight was blanketing your body and a small sated smile was stretched on your lips.
You were happy and satisfied because of him. You were looking up with fondness and devotion to him. And he was feeling more powerful than god at that moment.
Bucky saw the way your eyelids were fluttering close with exhaustion. He knew you were fighting to stay awake but soon you gave in to the sleep. Watching you sleep somehow felt even more intimate than sex. With your warmth covering his body, he too soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
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finelinevogue · a month ago
Yes!! Your writing is top tier!! Harry and Y/N having a cheeky little convo in their backyard while the sun sets
oh god stop it’s not really! but thank you!!;
May 16th 2022
“How was that then?”
Harry was sat beside the pool, still in the same interview attire with the mint green Harry’s House sweater. He was watching the last of the sun go down as the fire pits started making up for the lost light.
You walked over to him, dressed in a dress you had been wearing today that was a gorgeous rose pink, with two cups of tea in hand. Your feet were bare and you could feel the cool of the pool stones underneath your feet, due to the sun dying beyond the horizon.
“What? The interview?” You nodded when he asked. “Really good. I’m really happy with what I said and what we talked about.”
“Good. I’m glad.” You said, handing him his cup and placing yours down on the floor before you sat down yourself.
“Thanks. Is it the green tea m’mum shipped over?”
“Um, no. I think it was some sort of green tea from Walmart or something.” You shrugged, allowing your feet to dangle into the pool water. It was so soft and warm against your ankles.
“Need to ask her to send some over then.” He said, taking a sip before placing it back down.
“Not ready to go home then?”
You’d been having this conversation a lot, about when you should go back over to England. Sometimes it was as if Harry neglected it on purpose and you were always unsure of why, but you knew he also missed his mum and sister especially. You’d tried to get him to really consider going back recently, but work kept on tying him to California.
“You know I can’t.” He dropped his head and you went back to softly kicking your feet in the water.
“What?” He asked, making you look up at him.
“You’re doing that thing where you have something to say but you’re being too polite to say it.” He raised his eyebrows and it was annoying how well he knew you. After 4 years today you’d think he would really know you though.
“I am?”
“Yes. Now tell me. Please.”
You gripped your hands on the edge of the pool instead of taking a sip from your tea. It was too hot anyways and you probably wouldn’t drink from it for another 20 minutes.
“It’s just… Does this feel like home to you, H?” Referring to not just this house but also California in general.
“I, uh, I guess?”
“Okay.” You nodded your head, not sure how else to talk to him about this when he had different views. And after such a good day and a good interview, you’d hate to upset him and ruin it now.
It was comfortable silence for a few minutes. Neither of you spoke but you could feel where the conversation might lead to next. You both watched the last bright bolt of sun dip below the crests of the valley hills and listened to the crickets chirp their funny noises. You knew you’d have to go inside soon, due to how cool it got in the evenings out here, but for now you were both content sitting in each others presence.
“You’re trying to tell me something, aren’t you?” Harry asked.
You nodded, but didn’t say anything else. 
“Talk to me then baby.” He softly pushed, reaching over one of his hands to touch yours. He slipped his fingers through yours the best he could and you both melted at the homey contact.
“I don’t want to tell you like this.” You shook your head, trying to remove your hand from his but he wouldn’t let you. 
He brought is other hand to the other side of your body and shifted you along the floor until you were pressed up beside him. He twisted his body around and took ahold of your other hand, so both of his could fully clasp onto yours. He kissed your hands to show you that he was here for you and he loved you - more than you would ever comprehend. 
“Are you hurt? Are you in trouble? Is someone dying?” He asked quickly, trying to think of things that could possibly be wrong.
“I never said what I had to tell you was bad news.” You smiled.
“Then what, love?” He smiled back, reassuring you in any way he could.
“England has always been your home, H. Not just because it’s where you were born but because there’s family there. And because it’s your home, it’s also become mine. I love it there so much. I, um, I just don’t feel that here. Don’t get me wrong I adore this place so much, it’s beautiful, but I never feel settled. I want to feel settled. I want to feel at home. Especially now.” 
“Why now?” 
“Because we’re pregnant, H.” You breathed out, it feeling more of a relief to get it out rather than excitement. You were unsure what his reaction was going to be, so you had prepared yourself in this moment for anything.
“We’re pregnant?” He whispered, his eyes glossing over slightly. “I mean, you’re pregnant. There’s a baby in there and you’re going to be a mum and I’ll get to be a dad...” 
It sounded like his rushed words were going to turn into something more, but he couldn’t stop himself from simply crying. His body was overcome with tears and heavy sobs and you could tell by his body language and the tone of the cries that he was too happy. So overly happy that he was upset - and yes that was a thing. He was overjoyed. A feeling that didn’t come so often but when it did he didn’t know how to handle it. His body fell into yours, with his head resting on your chest. You detached your hands from his and scooped them around his back to cradle him.
Your own tears built, but more because you were happy to see Harry happy than anything. You felt his head dip down and his lips kiss over your dress on your stomach a few times, whispering ‘I love you’ in between each one. He then lifted his body up and found you. 
He cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours fiercely, kissing you with every ounce of love he had inside of him. He kissed and kissed, dessert mixing with tea, until he knew that you both needed to breathe. His lips were crimson red when he pulled away from how harsh the kiss had been, yours slightly puffy too. 
“I fucking love you, y’know?” He choked out between hiccuping tears. “And I would do anything for you and, now, this one. If you want to go home baby, we’ll go home. I swear I love you so much and it’s my goddamn job to make sure you both have a happy life.” 
“But not at the expense of your own happiness H. So if you want to stay here, that’s okay.” You nodded, but he shook his head.
“No. I want our baby to grow up where I grew up and with the people I grew up with too. I want normal and this is all too Hollywood to be normal.” He explained and you understood him perfectly, because you felt exactly the same. 
“I’m so happy you’re happy.” You laughed.
“Of course I’m happy, lovie. You are the single most important person in my life, but now you’re giving me another. That’s special and I’m glad I’m doing it with you.” 
Then he kissed you again, showing you just how special you were.
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yesitsmewhataboutit · 4 months ago
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You bring Tom to set so he can watch you, he loves watching you work. Plus, the scenes are pretty interesting, and it gets him riled up
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Being an actress in a tv show is nerve-wracking, and being the star is even worse. Well, you had both. It's your first time staring in a tv series, not to mention the show is meant to send a message. It's one about the teen mental health statements. Like 13 Reasons Why and Euphoria. You're a nervous wreck. But you're a professional, and what they say is true, do something enough, you get used to it, and you did. Within no time, not much about it fazed you.
Something that helped through it all is Tom. He's supportive and awesome, and you couldn't ask for a better husband. "When will you tell me about your show?" Tom mumbles, pulling your body close to him. You told him the bare minimum about your show. Stuff like you're in high school, it's not for kids, and you definitely think he'll like it.
Anytime he asked to know more, you always said either he has to wait for it to come out like everyone else, or promise not to spoil anything, then he can come with you to the set and watch you during shooting. "You know the answer, Tom." You laugh and snuggle into his chest.
"You know I can't promise I won't spoil anything tho." He pouts, "but I'll try really, really hard."
You smile, "Fine. You can come tomorrow." Tom gives you a big smile, dipping his head to kiss your forehead before laying back again and relaxing, ready to slip into sleep. "If you make me mess up, I'll tell security to throw you out," you say in a sweet tone right before you fall asleep, making Tom silently laugh.
In the morning, you both get up and head to set. When you walk in, you say your hellos to everyone as you head to hair and makeup, hand in hand with Tom. "Hey, look," you say, getting Tom's attention and pointing, "that would be the security guard that'll throw you in the mud if you distract me," you playfully whisper.
"Very scary, Love," Tom snickers.
Once your hair and makeup are perfect, you and Tom head to the spot they're shooting in at the moment. They had started shooting with two of the other characters. It is a casual scene that turns "spicy." Starting off the day strong.
"I have to look. I don't remember what scenes we're shooting today, but remember, if you get uncomfortable, you can step out," you tell Tom before you walk in.
"Darling, I can handle it," he smirks and smiles at you.
"Alright," you laugh.
The area they started shooting in wasn't where your first scene was, so you walked past and went to where you knew your first scene would be, getting ready for when they finish and move to you. While you walked past, re-reading your lines, Tom's following you and looking around. Since you only walked past, he didn't see much of the scene, but he knows he saw two people simulating a blowjob.
"Alright, this is my spot. You can stand over there," you say, snapping Tom's attention back to you. He nods, taking a spot a few feet away and watching as you sit down in the part of the set made to look like a high school cafeteria, saying hi to your co-star, Sierra Capri, and sitting down as you both chat to fill in time.
Tom stood back, smiling as he watched you interact and talk with the others. Even though you hadn't begun shooting, you looked like a natural. He waves when he sees you point to him, Sierra looking past you and waving to him. You're wearing a simple hoodie and jeans, Sierra's in a shirt and leggings. The high school look. Tom laughed, knowing you're clothes weren't too different from what you wear on a daily basis anyway.
Not too much time passes before it's time for you to start. Peyton List, your other co-star from the scene you walked by earlier, walks over and says hi to you and Sierra. She only stays for a few seconds, and she walks over to the side, and then once everyone is ready, you start shooting.
The scene is lunch. Your character, Micah, is talking with her best friend Sam, Sierra, and then their other friend Abby, Peyton, will come in mid-scene.
"Come on, please," Sam begs, whining and pulling at your arm.
"No," you laugh, "I'm not leaving just cause they want to be dicks."
"I don't want to deal with this right now. It's so stupid. Look," Sam says. You turn your head, seeing the group of boys staring at you both.
You sigh, "Sam, I love you. But no."
She groans and throws her head back dramatically. During Sam's little tantrum, Abby runs up to the table, smiling and sliding in with you guys.
"I just sucked Luke's dick in the bathroom," she whispers yells.
"Nice," you laugh, still focused on your food.
"What's wrong with her?" Abby asks, nodding to Sam, who's still in her own world.
Sam looks at her, a big smile coming on her face, "Abby, you know you're my favorite, and I love love love you so much. You wanna go sit somewhere else?" she asks, her whole face changing to convince her.
You roll your eyes and look at Abby. "She wants to sit somewhere else cause dick decathlon over there," you nod your head to the group of boys, "won't stop staring at her."
"Why? What happened?" Abby asks, confused.
"Last night, she and Grey were hanging out, and he kept asking how big Ben's dick is. She wouldn't tell him. So Grey thought it would be a genius idea to call Ben and ask him himself. Saying, she said he wasn't packing, and he wanted to know if it's true." Abby's mouth drops open, and she starts laughing.
"No," Sam whines, "this's not funny."
Grey is you, Sam, and Abby's good friend who also goes to the school. He obviously jokes too much. Abby and Ben were dating, but he broke up with her last week. She actually got over it rather quickly, but they'll probably get back together. Anyone could see that they were soulmates.
"When she told him she didn't say that, he didn't believe her. Now him and his posy won't stop starring cause they know it annoys her and gets her all flustered. So, she wants us to move and sit somewhere else today, but I said no cause, one, I already started eating, and two, I'm not a pussy," you smile and take another bite of food.
Abby laughs, "Girl, It is not that bad. He's an idiot, and you know it, don't let him bother you. You know they're only starring cause you're hot," she winks at her.
"But I don't like it! They have no reason to be staring. It's weird," Sam says.
You smirk, "Fine. Then let's give em something to stare at."
Sam and Abby give you a confused look as you get up. You stand and put your hand out for Sam to grab. She does and stands in front of you with a "what are you doing?" look. Not missing a beat, you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her flush against you, pushing your head forward and kissing her.
She's startled at first but catches on and kisses you back. Abby and the group of boys that had been watching it go down, all their mouths drop. You both stand there, a full-on make session, and you snake one of your hands around, grabbing Sam's butt and making her let out a surprised moan.
You pull away and wink at her, turning around and sitting back down. "Can I enjoy my food now?" you laugh.
You all turn your heads toward the director. He gives you guys a thumbs up, signaling it was a good take. Everyone gets up, walking away to do their own stuff until the director is ready for the next scene.
You walk behind Sierra as you walk toward Tom, who's giving you a tight smile. "She's a good kisser," you hear Sierra say to Tom as she passes him. You laugh and walk up to him.
"So? What did you think?" you ask, smiling.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do," Tom says lowly.
"Is that a compliment?" you tease.
"I don't know what was better. You're acting, or the fact you're playing a gay character, and I got to see you kiss another girl. Kind of a turn-on," he smirks.
"Hate to disappoint you, but my character isn't gay," you say, smiling.
Tom laughs and hangs his head, "You're going to kill me." You laugh. "I'd like a heads up if more of your scenes are going to be like that cause if so, I might need to step out," he leans close to your ear, "wouldn't want to do something unprofessional."
You bit your lip and playfully hit him, "Guess you'll have to put your acting skills to the test. Cause I'm not telling."
For the rest of the day, it's a combination of many scenes Tom enjoyed. You didn't get to talk to him much, wanting to stay in character and get the takes done, but Tom definitely was watching you like a hawk. If you had paid more attention to him, you'd see how his eyes dilated watching you, how his breathing became short.
The scenes you filmed included: your character undressing and talking to a friend in the locker room, a fight between your character and her mom, a sex scene, another scene of you and Sierra as your character tried to teach her about kissing and where to touch her boyfriend.
By the time you're finished with all that, it's around 5 pm. The directions tell you that you can take a break until 7, the rest of the shots needing to get shot while it's dark.
You make your way over to Tom, a smile on your face, and taking his hand, leading him to your trailer. "I have some food in here if you want. I'm so tired. Wanna take a nap?" you ask as you step inside, Tom closing the door behind him.
"I don't know," Tom says, stepping up behind you and putting his hands on your waist, leaning on your back and putting his lips by your ear. "I hope you're not too tired. I had a few other things in mind." He grips your waist, pressing you back into his bulge. You can feel it growing against you.
"You enjoy my acting that much, Tommy?" you tease.
"Anyone who says watching their wife kiss another girl isn't the biggest turn on in the world is an idiot," Tom says lowly, his hands starting to roam your body.
"Tom," you whine, "you can't mess up my clothes and make. They only like doing touch-ups after the break." You laugh, feeling him turn your body around and kiss on your neck.
"But I've been watching you all day," he pouts. "I'll be gentle. Promise."
"My baby needy?" you lean up and kiss him, pulling back and biting your lip, your faces inches apart, your lips ghosting his. He nods his head, bringing his hands to the front of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them. "Don't ripe my clothes and no marks."
Tom smirks, pushing you toward the couch and letting you both fall on top of it. Tom knew he couldn't be too rough. He knew he couldn't be sloppy, kissing all over your body and letting his hands dig into your skin. Plus, your trailer isn't that big. If he's too rough, it'll rock.
He kisses you, slowly taking off your pants, careful not to wrinkle them. He reaches his hand to your underwear, hand massaging your clit. You let out shaky breaths into the kiss, feeling him ease two of his fingers inside your hole. You pull away from the kiss, leaning your forehead on his shoulder, your hand gripping onto his bicep, grinding into his hand.
"Been waiting to feel you all day. You close? Gonna cum on my fingers?" Tom says by your ear, curling his fingers into your g-spot, feeling your body jolt against him as your mouth falls open. You moan his name, your walls squeezing his fingers, making him groan. "God."
He pulls his fingers out, sitting up over you, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean, also untying his sweats and pulling his cock out. He leans back over you, one hand next to your head and the other wrapped around his cock, pumping it as he gets close to your pussy. He captures you in a kiss, rubbing his tip around your clit, pre cum leaking over it.
You moan, moving your hips against him, needing more friction. "Shh, can't get too loud. They're a lot of people around that could hear," Tom says against your lips. You nod, pressing your lips together again. Tom continues grinding on you, savoring the way you squirm under him.
"Wait, do you have a condom?" you ask, looking up at him.
He reaches into his pocket, grabbing it and quickly ripping the wrapper with his teeth, pumping his cock a few times before rolling it on. "So prepared," you smile and smirk as he leans back over you.
"Of course, Darling. Never know when I'll need you," he says as his lips go over yours, kissing him again. He melts into the kiss, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing in. "O-oh shi-" he pants, pulling his head away from you and his hand gripping on the couch. "God, you're so tight." He bottoms out and pauses, not wanting to lose his mind, trying to remember he needs to be gentle. He slowly pulls his hips back and thrusts back in, his mouth falling open from the way your wall squeezes him so tight, the way they wrap perfectly around him.
He finds a rhythm, grinding his tip against your g-spot, your walls fluttering around him. "Feel so good, Tommy," you moan in his ear, arching your back. In return, he grunts, his cock twitching from the praise, his pace speeding up slightly.
"Love you, Y/n. Love you so much," he pants, speeding up again, feeling you grind against him, meeting his thrusts. His hips pause when you cum again, your cunt milking his cock. He carries you through it, continuing to buck and grind his hips into you as you slowly come down from your high.
After you do, Tom speeds up again, throwing his head back and groaning as he gives in to the pleasure, his cock throbbing and spilling cum into the condom. He bites his lip and continues to roll his hips, milking out everything he can.
He stops after it gets overwhelming, pulling out and taking the condom off, throwing it in the trash before grabbing something to clean between your legs. You sigh, watching him move around before he moves back to laying with you against the coach. It's not big, so you lay directly on top of him, snuggling into his warmth. "You took up my nap time," you joke quietly.
"You still have time to nap. I'll wake you at 7," Tom laughs gently. You hum and close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat in the quiet of your trailer. "Plus, you'll need the sleep now. Cause when we get home, I plan to do what I really been thinking about all day."
Ahem: @novaresque
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slutobrien · 4 months ago
I love all your writing so much,,,, and Omg I just NEED fezco letting the love and praise he deserves, like…. Him asking if he’s handsome and needing validation… I need the reader praising fez and showing how much fez turns them on and how good they want to make fez feel and how much they care for him
Thank you so much, this means a lot to me! The way he got when Faye said he was handsome was so fucking precious. Fezco need someone to praise him all the time .
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Fezco x Reader
Fezco like it when you show him how he makes you feel
Fez being soft
Warning: 18+ sexual situations and usual Euphoria themes
When you first met Fezco it was when you went to the store with Rue. He was sitting behind the counter and smiled up towards the two of you when you walked through the door. At the time Rue was only smoking weed to deal with her father's death - or so you thought. But at the time all you were focused on at the moment was how the moment you saw him you thought he was beautiful.
You loved how blue his eyes were, seemed to shine in whatever light he was in. It made butterflies erupt in your belly and cause your heart rate to spike. But then you actually got to know the guy. You saw beyond what the world labeled him as. Fezco was smart, caring, and deep to you. It seemed every conversation you had together made you connect with him deeper.
It was Rue that called out that you had a crush on him.
"You so like him," Rue smiled with a slightly teasing look in her eyes. You were hanging out with her and Lexi at the Howard household.
"What, no...no I don't." You tried to lie. But both of your best friends could see the lie the moment it left your lips.
"Oh, you so do," Lexi spoke up.
Soon the three of you were giggling and laughing.
It was a couple weeks later that you were back at the store hanging out with Fezco when he asked you out.
"So like...there is a new superhero movie comin' out this weekend...was wonderin' if maybe..." He bashfully looked down, his cheeks turning red as he spoke "...you wanted to go together or somehtin'?"
"Like...a date?" You whispered softly, nervous about what he might say.
Fezco looked up towards you and nodded his head, "Y-yea...if ya want."
"I would love to," You smile so wide that your cheeks began to ache.
And from that moment it was like an unspoken thing between the two of you. You were his and he was yours. That bond between you both became stronger and stronger with each second that you spent with one another. You fell into place with the family that he had, Ashtray becoming someone that you felt protective of. Like the big sister, he needed in his life ever since Marie fell ill.
But being with Fezco meant that you got to see the other side of him. The softer side.
"So pretty," You whisper one night, looking up towards him as you lay down with your chin against his chest. Your fingertips slowly move along his cheek. "Can't get over it."
You almost instantly saw his cheeks turn pink.
"You think I'm pretty?" Fezco spoke, his voice deep and slow.
"Of course." You sat up slightly.
"Never been told that befo," He spoke with a bashful smile on his lips.
"Well, I'm here to tell you,"
You moved to straddle over him before bending down and kissing his lips softly. You felt his hands along your thighs and teasing slightly beneath the dress you were wearing. Your hands moved down his chest slowly before pulling back so you could remove his shirt.
As you tossed the shirt to the side you kept your eyes locked in his. Gently you reached down and grabbed his hand and moved it between your legs. You watched his lips part and moan softly when he felt how wet you were.
"Fuck mamma," Fezo moaned as his fingers moved past your panties so he could fully feel you.
"This is how you make me feel all the time," You whimpered as he teased along your slit. Your nails dragged along his chest slightly and began to move your hips against his hand. "Always turn me on,"
Fezco sat up slightly and used his other hand to reach up and grab the back of your neck lightly and pull you into a kiss. He loved to hear you moan and whimper for him. Knowing he was making you feel good. There was a part of Fezco that liked it when you praised him and told him how good he made you feel.
Correction. He loved it.
"I wanna make you feel good," You whispered against his lips.
You moved down his body, away from his touch for a moment. your hands lopped to pull down both his sweats and his briefs. Standing at the end of the bed, you removed your dress and tossed it to the side, along with slowly pulling down your underwear.
No matter how many times the two of you were together. Nothing made you feel more beautiful than the look that came across Fez's face whenever he fully saw you.
Slowly you moved back up the bed to settle between his legs, bending down and leaving kisses along his thighs, making your way up. Every time your lips pressed against his skin you could hear his breath hitch for a moment.
"You're perfect to me, Fez." You whispered as you hovered over him more, your hand reaching down and stroking him slowly.
Fezco slowly fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes as he felt you. Fully feel how good your touch felt. It was like he believed every word that fell from your lips needed that validation.
Because to Fezco, you were his world. He would do anything for you. And knowing that everything he did you appreciated meant the world to him.
He just wanted to love you and be loved by you.
"Baby," He whimpered the moment your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
You started off slow, making sure to use your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down at a teasing pace. It sent a shock through Fezco's body that had him reaching down to grip the sheets beneath him. But slowly, you sucked harder, moved faster.
"H-Holy...fuck," Fezco moaned and opened his eyes to look down to watch you.
He felt his chest tighten for a moment as he watched you. You slowly pulled back, his cock leaving your lips with a pop. The small smirk that spread across your swollen lips made his cock twitch slightly.
Your body moved to straddle over him again, rising up slightly and reaching behind you, rubbing him against your slit for a moment. Fezco was the first person you'd ever been with. But to you, there was no one else that felt as good as Fezco felt inside of you.
Your head fell back against your shoulders as you slowly sank down, biting down on your lip as you felt him stretch you. You fell forward slightly as you took him deep inside of you - just needing to feel him for a moment.
Your hand caressed along his face and kept your eyes locked with his as you moved your hips. Fezco moved his hands along your thighs before grabbing at your hips as you moved. Though he liked it when the two of you got passionate and a little rough there was something about the moment when the two of you were like this.
"I love you," You whispered against his lips, pecking them softly, "Love the way you make me feel."
"I love you too," Fezco groaned feeling you tighten around him more. You watched as his face twisted in pleasure and let the feeling take over his body.
Your hips rotated against his more, moans growing louder in his ear the closer you got. Something about the way his pubes rubbed against your clit was making your toes girl. The room is filled with the sounds of both your moans, the sounds of your bodies moving together.
"F-Feel so good..." You let out breathy moans. "Always making me feel so full. Love how you fuck me..."
When you moved to rest back on your knees, Fezco couldn't take his eyes off the two of you. Watching as you moved and sank down around him over and over. A curse left his lips when he saw how wet you were, his cock covered in you. He couldn't stop but lift his hips to meet your thrusts.
"Want you to cum, Fez." You looked down towards him, "Come on baby...w-want you to feel good. N-need you to fill me."
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out but his moans and groans. Fezco couldn't take another more, you felt too good. Feeling you pulse around him and begging for him to cum. Something inside of his snapped and he let go. Your name changed from his lips like a prayer.
Watching him sent you over.
You fell against him as the two of you fell over the edge, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in close.
For a while, neither of you said a word.
Just laid there as your hearts beat wildly against each other as sweat cooled against your skin.
Fezco moved the two of you so you were lying side by side.
"Fuckin' hell...the way you be makin' me feel..." Fezco whispered, feeling your hand moving along his back as the two of you held each other close.
"Want you to always know what you mean to me and how you make me feel Fez." You spoke softly. "Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
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authenticmiya · 4 months ago
Jellybean - Fezco x Reader
Summary - Months on end of different emotions, mood swings and cravings. You and Fez really did go through it all together - Ash did to, he kinda had no choice. This is how it went from just being two young adults in love, to becoming parents.
Words - 5k
Warnings - fluff, angst, mentions of birth, arguing
A/N - this is the third and final part to this mini series! I hope y’all enjoyed💗
Part 1 here Part 2 here
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Pregnancy altered your life forever. It’s made you realise how fragile and important life is. It’s made you understand the concept of ‘protection’ to a level past what you had thought. Nothing in the world could prevent you from looking after this unborn baby, regardless of anyones actions and opinions. You were capable of being able to grow a healthy baby in a time span of nine months and it continued to amaze not just you, but everyone around you.
Within a couple of days of Fez knowing you were pregnant, an appointment had been booked. Sitting in a waiting room full of full-term pregnant women, really worried you. Fezco hadn’t seen anything like it before. There were some judgemental looks from the mothers sat opposite you. Fez laced his fingers with yours in a way to calm your nerves.
“Does that shit not put you off? I feel like I’m getting judged more here than I would if I fucking danced the Macarena on the X factor.” You grumbled to your boyfriend.
“Ion think you going on X factor a good idea Ma.” He chuckled.
“But what is a good idea is that we go and see what’s going on here.” He pointed to your lower stomach and you just nodded.
“Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” A nurse called out and you wanted to vomit right there and then. You stood up with Fez and followed the nurse to a private room. Fez refused to let go of your hand. He didn’t show it, but he was on tipping point with his nerves. Of course he wouldn’t put that on you.
You’d watched enough movies and shows to know what was gonna happen next. The nurse would ask you a fuck tonne of questions like “when was the positive result?” or “when was the date of conceiving?” Then of course would come the announcement of “This gel is gonna be cold so brace it.”
And for the fact it wasn’t the nicest day for warm weather, the gel was fairly fucking cold.
“The train track noise you’re hearing, is a healthy heartbeat.” The nurse announced, and you looked at Fez with wide eyes. It was all coming so surreal.
“And this small area here, would be your baby.” A tear fell from your eye and Fez padded it away with your thumb.
“That’s our baby.” You whispered, whilst Fez had his signature grin plastered on his face.
“Baby is the size of a jellybean, I’m gonna say you’ve just gone past 8 weeks of this pregnancy.” The nurse continued.
“We got our own lil bean in there.” Fez kissed your cheek.
“You mind if we get pictures of this?” Fez asked the nurse and she smiled happily.
“I can print some of them off for you.” From that moment, everything slowly began falling into place. Your very first ultrasound pictures had a very significant meaning to you and Fez. He kept one in his wallet, Ash had one framed, there was one of the fridge and Fez had even placed one of them next to his grandma.
“You finna call the baby jellybean now?” Ash laughed as Fez explained how the doctors visit went.
“If he gets his way the baby is gonna be called M and M.” You laughed and it was moments like this that Fez really fucking treasured with you.
Time went on ever so slowly, especially since your morning sickness had just about calmed itself down. You knew you’d start showing soon and keeping a bump a secret wouldn’t exactly be the easiest thing to do. It was only Ash and Fez that knew you were pregnant.
“Ion see why we’ve gotta tell everybody. Dunno how I’m meant to protect you and jellybean from shit if everyone is up in our business.” Fez admitted as he drove you to Maddy’s house. All of the girls were there and it seemed a convenient time to just tell them all at once. You had gone past 12 weeks and you had been told that this time was usually a good time to tell friends and family.
“When they start wandering why I’m not at parties or drinking at parties, they’re gonna be more in our business, questioning things.” You told him and he nodded. Although your baby had grown a bit bigger within the past month, Fez refused to drop the nickname Jellybean. Even you and Ash had picked up on it without realising.
“You call me when you want picking up and I’ll be there.” Fez pulled up to the house. You leaned over and kissed him.
“We love you.” Fezco’s heart warmed the hell up. He had loved you for all these years and somehow his love just continued to grow.
“I love you both.” He made sure you got into the house safely before driving away.
“Y/N I fucking love you, but why the fuck do you look so serious?” Maddy asked and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.
“Ima need you all in a circle, right now, on the floor.” You demanded. The girls that were there were Maddy, Kat, Cassie, Jules and Rue.
“Why do I feel like we’re throwing an intervention for you?” Cassie questioned.
“Because I’m gonna need one.” You told her.
“I’m beyond fucking confused with you Y/N, Fez been giving you drugs or something?” Rue asked seriously and you laughed.
“Fuck you.” It was now or never.
“So you’re probably wandering why I wanted us to all be together on a random day like a Thursday.” You began.
“How do y’all feel about being aunties?” It was Kat who clocked on first.
“No fucking way.” She squealed, quick to gently wrap her arms around you. Then came Maddy, Jules and Cassie.
“None of you have nieces and nephews. Neither do I. So how would we know about the feeling of being an auntie if we aren’t one? You feel me? I’m particularly confused.” Rue announced.
“No you dumbass, Fez and I are having a baby.” It took her a few moments to process the sentence that just came out of your mouth.
“Holy fuck ima be an auntie.” She couldn’t really tell if she was tripping or not. All of the girls were so happy. They were sort of the only ones you could tell outside of Fez and Ash. You had no family on your side, so telling your friends was the next best thing. And boy were they so happy.
“Y/N what the fuck are you doing awake at 3am?” Ash groaned as he watched you pace around the kitchen.
“Dude, ima need you to drive me to the store.” There was no way you could wake up Fez again. For a few weeks, you’d had quite the cravings. Mainly savoury food but when you thought about a particular thing, you couldn’t help but really want it.
“You can put the gun down, I’m not a robber. We have no fucking chicken nuggets.” You whispered.
“Fez won’t let me drive anywhere and I’ve already woken him up enough. Actually I’m kind of glad you’re awake because I was hoping it would be you and I really need these fucking nuggets.” You ranted to Ash. If he didn’t love you, he would’ve certainly told you to fuck off.
“What brand and what store? I can’t mess this shit up, I can’t deal with your tears.” Ash admitted and you smirked.
“The twenty-four seven one that’s literally down the street or do I want McDonald’s nuggets.” You put a finger on your chin as you began to think.
“Ima fall asleep standing up.” Ash warned.
“Surprise me.” You told him.
“Last time I fucking surprised you, you cried. You cried because I got it wrong and then you cried because you felt bad for being mean. So ima just decide and say both because then you can’t cry.” Man this kid was the best.
“La you!“ You whisper shouted as he left through the front door.
“Ma?” Fez called out.
“In the kitchen.” He was quick to walk through the hallway and into the kitchen.
“I woke up and you weren’t there. The fuck you doing up this early and why is Ash gone?” He questioned.
“We have no nuggets babe, I have eaten so many nuggets over this short amount of time. Fuck me, maybe I shouldn’t have asked him to go get me some. Am I fat? Do you still love me Fez-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, he placed his lips on yours to shut you up.
“You ain’t fat, you just cravin’ the good stuff. Jellybean gon’ be a fucking nugget instead.” Fez laughed.
“But why didn’t you wake me up? I don’t care what time it is mamas, you gotta wake me up when you need shit.” Fez told you.
“I felt bad.”
“Ain’t gotta feel bad Y/N, you ma fucking girl. I do it cause I care.” You two must’ve been going back and forth with your conversation for a while because Ash was soon back. He had carrier bags of nuggets and a big ass McDonald’s bag
“I broke every driving law tryna get there and back quick.” Ash handed you the bags.
“You been breaking every driving law since you decided to start driving way before you turned the legal age buddy.” You laughed and gave him a hug.
“You’re lucky I got love for you.” The waterworks made their way to your eyes and Ash was quick to pull away.
“Ain’t no fucking way you crying cause of that. Love ya but no.”
Fez couldn’t exactly say no to you at any point during your pregnancy. Being raised by one hell of a women, he knew how to respect and love them. He was super protective and was yet to go against his promise. You, Fez, Ash and Faye were currently watching Stand By Me. A movie in which you and Fez has claimed to be the best. Ash disregarded the fact he had to watch this nearly everyday because it meant keeping his brother and sister in law happy.
“So Y/N, you having a boy or girl?” Faye dragged her sentence, getting ready to light a blunt.
“Faye take that shit outside, don’t need jellybean inhaling that shit.” Fez glared at her. She mumbled a sorry and rushed outside.
“Watchu thinking about Ma?” Fez asked. Your head was on his chest as you laid on top of him.
“We haven’t decided if we wanna know.”
“Whether we’re having a boy or girl. Do you wanna find out? Or keep is a surprise?” You asked him.
“Whatever you wanna do baby, I ain’t against yo decisions.” Fez told you.
“Nah, it’s not just about my decisions, this is an us situation.” Ash couldn’t help but snicker at the two of you.
“I’m down to keeping it a surprise.” Fez didn’t want to cause an argument.
“Then I’m down with that to. What about you Ash?” You asked him.
“Y/N, it ain’t my kid, so I ain’t gotta say.” You laughed at his words. Maybe keeping the gender a surprise would make the rest of the pregnancy more exciting. Who knows? After all this was your first pregnancy.
Pregnancy was a rollercoaster of up and downs. Sure growing a baby was a huge positive but nobody really told you about the downs. Your cravings didn’t bother you. The weight gain sometimes bothered you but the mood swings were lethal. One minute you’d be laughing and the next you were crying.
The baby shower was one you’d certainly never forget. Maddy had surprised you with a whole ass stroller in which you later found out her and Ash had a fight over who would be buying it. Cassie got drunk and started saying how much she’d miss you once your baby was born. Not that you were going anywhere, but you certainly wouldn’t be going to as many parties anymore. Kat and Jules had prepared hamper gift baskets including things like diapers, baby clothes, wipes and teddy bears. Rue had opted to gift both you and Fez packs of Jellybeans as a gesture to the babies nickname.
The end of your pregnancy was fast approaching and it was a lot harder to do your normal day-to-day activities.
“You ain’t going Y/N.” Fez would say and once he saw your frown, it was more “you ain’t going without me.”
“You can’t just use the oven without me or Ash, you’ll get burned.”
“You’re not driving.”
“Stop reaching for the high cupboards, just ask.”
Eventually it got to the point where you were annoyed. Annoyed with how long this pregnancy had gone on for and annoyed that you were being deprived of what you’d do in a normal day.
“Y/N don’t-“ Before Fez couldn’t finish his sentence, you snapped.
“Fez I’m not fucking incapable!” You’d snap.
“I haven’t been able to do things independently and everyone seems to think I’m made of glass. I’m not Fez. I’m sick and tired of someone have to be watching my every move. So what if I burn myself on the stove? If I burn my hand it sure as hell ain’t gonna affect this chunky ass bean in my belly.” You huffed. He’d have to try and hide the smirk on his face.
“I know I’m sorry mamas. I just don’t want you to hurt yo’self you know?” Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a big sigh.
“Our baby will be here soon and it’ll all be okay.” He reassured you.
What nobody knew was that when Fez would go in and take care of his grandma, he’d often talk about you. She wasn’t able to respond and react, but he felt at peace knowing he could just open up to her.
“You always told me about falling in love grandma. Ya told me it was the worst thing I could do.” He’d begin.
“But I think even you know how long I’ve been in love with that girl. I ain’t letting nothin touch her. We all miss you. You’re gonna be a fucking great grand-mother. Will I regret telling ya that? You’d kick my ass if you could.” He’d chuckle.
“Y/N’s one hell of a girl grandma, and this baby is my everything. I gotta be a real ass father figure. I ain’t having none of thay reluctant, dead-beat baby daddy shit. I’m in this for the long run.” He’d admit.
And then it hit your due date. A lot of shit had happened over the nine months you’d been pregnant. One of the most recent ones being that Rue had gotten herself in a bit of a shit situation and decided to come to your shared home. After throwing your man into the wall, Fez had no other choice but to kick her out. Ash gave you a sad look, knowing that Rue was practically family.
It was around 4pm on this particular dad. You and Fez had just gotten back from a long ass walk. Something that’s meant to help induce your labour.
“Feelin’ any different?” Ash asked from the table whilst he was counting money.
“I’m feeling fucking tired, I need a nap.” You groaned and headed towards the bedroom. You put on Fezco’s sweats and a loose top and got straight in.
“Look I have a friend coming over.” Fez admitted to his brother, turning around to make sure you weren’t in earshot.
“She’s been going through a lot and I said she could come and chill.” Ash stopped what he was doing.
“This friend is a she?” He questioned in which his brother nodded.
“Who the fuck is it?” Ash pushed it.
“Lexi Howard.”
“You’re fucked up in the head, you know that? It’s not as if you’re pregnant ass girlfriend hates her or anything is it?” Ash asked sarcastically. Fez let out a sigh as Ash headed down to the garage. You on the other hand, were passed out asleep. What woke you up was little jellybean practically beating the shit out of you.
“Thanks for the wake up call.” You groaned. Letting out a yawn, you got out of bed and opened the door. Hearing ‘stand by me’ echo through the home, you thought Ash and Fez were watching the movie together. It brought a smile to your face. However, your smile soon faded as you neared the living room. Standing with your arms over your chest. You heard Lexi and Fez. You were raging. Deciding to stay silent, you wanted to see how this would pan out. Then Fez reached over to place his hand in Lexi’s. Faye noticed you and gave you a sympathetic smile, she did feel bad for you in this situation.
“Well you two look awfully comfy.” You chuckled wickedly and Fez quickly retrieved his hand away from Lexi.
“Oh you been crying? Did the movie make you cry?” You questioned her.
“For a fact I’ve wanted to beat your ass for hella time. You’re giving me plenty of fucking reasons as to why I should do it now.” You raised your sleeves.
“I’m not fighting a pregnant women.” Lexi laughed.
“Well a pregnant women is fighting you.” You went to swing for her but Fez was quick to catch your fist.
“What else you been doing when my eyes are fucking closed Fez? You gonna sit here and watch the movie we always watch together and act like a happy couple?” You were getting angrier.
“Don’t be so fucking delusional Y/N.” Lexi muttered.
“Get her the fuck outta my house.” You shoved Fez out the way.
“For someone who wants to protect their girlfriend and defend her through thick and thin, you ain’t doing shit.” You pointed a finger at your boyfriend.
“As for you, you know what, do what the fuck you want. You’re just like your sister anyway.” Ash had come through, hearing all of the commotion.
“What the hell did you just say to me?” Lexi stood up to your level.
“You fucking heard me.” You growled.
“Swear this shit ain’t good for the baby.” Faye muttered to Ash.
“I knew this shit was too good to be true.” Fez looked at you confused.
“Bet you only stayed with me because I’m having your baby right? I mean she’s obviously the girl you’ve been in love with. I should’ve seen it on New Years. You didn’t mean any of your goddamn apologies did you?“ Maybe you were being dramatic but you sure as hell were not tolerating this bullshit.
“How the fuck could you say that Ma? Don’t fucking talk to me like that. I’ve put so much shit on the line for you and this baby, don’t throw it back in my face.” Fez snapped and your face dropped.
“Lexi I’m giving you to the count of three to get the fuck out of this house.” She didn’t budge and you took this opportunity to connect your fist to her cheek. Ash was quick to jump in and pull you away as Fez pushed Lexi aside.
“You fuckin crazy Y/N.” Fez had seemed to be the more annoyed one in this situation now. Tears welled up in your eyes.
“You good Lexi?” Fez asked her, searching her eyes to see if he could read her. Jellybean started to do what felt like somersaults in your tummy, and it didn’t feel that great.
“I’m good, I might need an ice pack.” She looked at him lovingly.
“Ash please get her out.” You whispered, quickly wiping away a stray tear that felt from your eye.
“Lexi ima need you to leave.” Ash spoke up. He’d never really said much to her in the whole time he’d known her.
“Ash-“ Fez began.
“Look what she’s done to you bro, you fucking wildin. You don’t act like that when she’s here but the moment she is, you suddenly go off on yo girl? Nah fuck you man.” Lexi took this as her excuse to leave.
“Couldn’t just stay in bed?” Fez muttered to you.
“Couldn’t just not touch other women?” You snapped.
“Watchu gonna do Fezco? Run after her?” You carried on.
“If she’d turned around and hit you, this argument may not have been the outcome and we’d have been in the hospital.” Fez pinched the bridge of his nose.
“That pussy wouldn’t dare touch me.”
“Dumb move fucking hitting her though? You’re nine months pregnant Y/N, you’ve got a whole ass baby in there. You really wanted to risk all of dat?” Fezco shouted at you.
“You fucking risked our relationship once again! So tell me, why were you holding hands?” You asked and even Ash was intrigued to know.
“It was a comfort thing.” Fez snapped and the pain in your stomach started to increase.
“Bullshit.” You grumbled. You had to walk over to the sofa to hold onto it. This pain certainly didn’t feel like braxton hicks.
“You make me out to be this massive asshole…” Fez began.
“Because you fucking are! How can I trust you with her?” Your voice squeaked as a sharp pain went through you.
“We’ve been together all of these years and now you’re doubting my trust? I wouldn’t have agreed to have this fucking baby if this is what was gonna happen.” And that was your breaking point. You clutched onto your stomach as tears welled up in your eyes.
“That was so mean of you.” Faye muttered to Fez as she excused herself.
“Yo Y/N, you good?” Ash asked, noticing how pale you had gotten. Fez had one of the most chilled attitudes known to man. You two arguing was rare but when it happened, boy the two of you were fucking awful. You gripped onto the sofa real hard as the pain took over again.
“I’m fine-“ You began, and just like the movies, a water like substance practically feel out of you.
“Oh my fuck.” Your jaw-dropped. Fez looked like he had seen a ghost.
“I can’t have this fucking baby, what the fuck?” You groaned.
“Watchu mean? Your water just broke.” Ash stated the obvious.
“Yeah in Fez’s sweats, I need to fucking change first.” You groaned.
“Go and be there for your women. Is it that hard?” Ash shoved his brother. Fez was in major shock. Yeah for sure he had nerves about being a dad throughout the whole pregnancy, but now it felt like something he couldn’t describe. Not to mention, the two of you had once again bickered over the infamous Lexi Howard.
“Ma? You okay?” Fez asked as he saw you throw his sweats in the wash basket.
“You made it seem like having this baby was some sorta agreement Fez.” He knew he’d fucked up.
“We went through picking out shit for the nursery, coming up with names, dealing with everything. Then you throw my insecurity in my face and make it seem like you shouldn’t have agreed to the baby.” Before he could say anything, you leaned over in pain again.
“You’re okay, it’s okay.” Fez rubbed your back.
“This isn’t okay. It’s fucking killing me.” You harshly breathed in and out until the contraction was over. His hand never left your back as he whispered reassurances.
“I know you think I apologise just because I’m in the wrong when we argue. I only apologise when I understand what I’ve done wrong okay Ma? I am sorry. She needed a friends shoulder to cry on. It prolly wasn’t the best girl to have and I didn’t consider your feelings. I’ll admit I was a fucking dick yet again. I love you and I love Jellybean-“ Before he could continue his apologetic rant, you put a hand on his chest.
“Babe please, I need to get to the hospital. They’re getting worse.” Calling for Ash to start the car, he grabbed your already made hospital bag. Fez set the alarms to the house and helped escort you to the car.
“Step on it Ash.”
The nurses had settled you in pretty quick. Endless hours of sitting, enduring pain. The whole labour thing was some painful ass shit. Fezco admired you for it. He’d always admired women and their capabilities of doing strong shit like this. Ash wanted to be nowhere near the delivery suite. He didn’t wanna see or hear nothing so he sat in the waiting room and played on his phone. Fez however, was prepared to see a different doctor about a broken hand. You’d never gripped on it so hard in your life, and you hadn’t even started pushing yet.
“You sure you don’t want an epidural? You still have time.” Fez brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.
“I ain’t taking no drugs Fez, I just want Bean out.” You threw your head back in frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You groaned.
“Like what ma?”
“You always give me this look when I do powerful women shit.” You laughed.
“Because I’m proud of you, and I’m still really sorry about Le-“
“Don’t fucking bring up her name in this room, it’s done. The situation is over. I’m fine, you’re fine, Ash is fine, the baby is fine. We’re fine okay?” You pinky promised him. Soon enough the nurse came in to check how dilated you were. As she was doing what she had to do, Fez reached down to kiss you.
“I am so fucking in love witchu.”
“I love you too.”
“Y/N, you’re officially ten centimetres.”
Going through labour and pushing were two of the worst pains. You were grateful to have Fezco next to you, but the god awful aches and pain you were going through were not fun. You pushed for what felt like an eternity and Fez was there to wipe your sweat away with a cloth and hold your hand. He’d give you certain compliments that obviously didn’t stick with you right there and then, but you knew you’d appreciate them more after.
“Come on Y/N, you’re nearly there.” The nurse encouraged you. With a scream and a push, the sound of cries echoed through the hospital room.
“It’s a boy!” The nurse declared and you looked at Fez and immediately started crying.
“Jellybean is a boy.” Were your first words.
“You done it baby.” Fez felt a tear fall down his own cheek. He was offered to cut the chord and happily did so. His whole world just felt like it had come together. The sight in front of him made him feel ultra guilty for some of the shit he had ever said or put you through.
The nurses had cleaned you up and placed your baby onto your chest - something about skin to skin contact being the best way to make a relationship with your baby.
“Hey buddy, I’m your mom.” You whispered, his hand wrapping around your finger. You looked over at Fez who seemed to have more tears down his eyes now than what he did before. You reached over and gently grabbed the side of his jaw.
“We’re parents now babe.” He snuck you a kiss and it was a very bittersweet moment. You knew this baby was gonna have the upmost love that could be given.
“You want to hold your son?” That question made him sniffle. For a very badass, gangsta type of guy, Fez rarely showed his vulnerable side. But the fact his girlfriend and baby boy were sat just next to him, he couldn’t help but be emotional.
“More than anything.” Fez cradled him like he was never gonna let go. A short period of time went and you knew you had to get Ash in here.
“I may have brought out all of the stocks for our baby being born.” Fez told you before he headed out. You shook the confusion of what he just said off and took the time to admire your little prince.
Fez made his way to the waiting room and in the corner next to the vending machine, was his younger brother. He walked over and took a seat next to him.
“You’re a real ass uncle now Ash.” Fez grinned.
“You wanna come and meet your nephew?” Ashtray’s eyes nearly fell out of your head. Secretly he had prayed that you’d have a boy. Not that he was against having a niece, but something about him just wanted you and Fez to have a son. He’d never followed his brother so quickly.
“Hey Ash.” You smiled weakly, feeling the overwhelming sense of tiredness wash over you.
“Proud of you.” Ash smiled, taking a seat next to Fez.
“You wanna hold him?” Fez asked and at first he was hesitant.
“I ain’t never held a baby befo’.” He admitted.
“Get used to it Ash, he’s gonna be in yo life forever.” Fez told him. Ash gently rocked him in his arms after you handed him over. It was a whole new life you guys were all gonna have to get used to.
“I ain’t letting no motherfucker near you kid.” You wouldn’t sassed him for his cursing around the baby, but it was such a cute moment.
“Protective, just like your brother.” You grinned.
“Y’all picked out a name yet?” Ash asked, not wanting to take his eyes off of his nephew.
“Beau Ash O’Neill.” Fez had his hand laced with yours once again as you told Ashtray the babies name.
“Ash? As in me? His middle name is my nickname? I mean I love his first name cause it’s like bow and arrow but like Ash?” He questioned.
“Dude you’re his godfather too.” Fez told him and his eyes widened.
“You two are crazy.” He chuckled.
“We’re all crazy, but look where crazy got us. I couldn’t be more happier.” You admitted.
“Go to sleep baby, we’ve got him.” Fez reassured you. You were hesitant but couldn’t keep your stinging eyes open for much longer. Fez placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You really ready for this?” Ash questioned his brother.
“I gotchu, my girl and my son. That’s all I need to know that I’m fucking ready.”
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eddiemunsonsbeloved · 27 days ago
relationship headcanons with eddie munson
pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader
summary: what it would be like to date eddie munson!
pronouns used: they/them
warning/s: mentions of making out, food, and drugs. | bullet points: 49 |
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before the relationship
it didn’t take eddie long to catch feelings for you. he didn’t know when he started to catch feelings, though it began to rise up to the surface.
he wouldn’t ever admit his feelings for you though, swallowing it down completely and without much thought.
“i do not have a crush on y/n! why would you even say that?” while shaking his head vigorously, denying every accusation
his feelings were obvious to everyone, everyone but you. dustin found it especially amusing since he refused to admit his feelings
eddie put a confident front when with you, becoming endlessly confident and cocky despite not needing to
“not to brag or anything, but i’m in a band. we’re pretty amazing, you should come see us sometimes so i can prove it”
you were unbelievably head over heels for eddie, and he was extremely unaware of those feelings. he was about as oblivious as it gets
but when bandmate donny pointed out the obvious to him, eddie became suddenly aware of your feelings
every flustered movement and subtle flirtatious a action set off by you suddenly popped out to him like he’d always known it
your fingers brushed against his knuckles quickly, your touch lingering on his skin as his breathing hitched. had you always done this?
eddie never officially admitted his feelings to you. instead, his lips had met yours one night in an attempts for show it
eddie’s warm lips pressed against yours, his clouded mind wiping away all of his previous worries as he went for it
relationship basics
fancy or expensive dates aren’t really eddie’s thing! he likes spending time with you, don’t get me wrong, but he’d rather do something worth while than some fancy dinner
“c’mon, i know a place” he would tell you, before taking you to a large hill with a beautiful view to admire. it was unlike anything you’d ever seen in hawkins
your laugh is his absolutely favorite sound in the world. he’ll do the dumbest things just to hear you laugh, to see your pretty smile
late nights where you two smoke and laugh together, laying in bed and simply enjoying one another’s company
eddie doesnt ever pressure you to do drugs!! he’s perfectly okay with it. but if you’re down, he’ll absolutely give you some of his supply for free
“here,” eddie mumbled, placing the rolled blunt between your lips, watching you intently as you inhale the smoke into your loungs
never let’s you go on drug deals with him, even if you ask to or offer to accompany him. he doesn’t want you wrapped up in the whole ordeal
eddie is definitely a bit of a jealous type !! he tries not to, because he is confident in your guys’ relationship. though sometimes it gets to him
watching the man stare deep into your eyes, very obviously flirting with you made something inside of eddie light up. jealous bubbles through his body and out his throat, speaking warned words to the man
sharing things is one of eddie’s love languages! anything of his is automatically yours, and will share with you in a heartbeat
he is one of the most soft and caring people when around you. his mood will switch from excited to calm when he starts talking to you
“but that’s the thing!! it shouldn’t be allowed,” eddie rambled on, before making direct eye contact with you, relaxing slightly. his voice came down to a whisper as he greeted you
taking everything you say to heart, especially when you give him advice or opinions on something. he trusts your word and will always take it into consideration
eddie is the biggest dork ever, and will sit you down and have you read his favorite dork books and play his favorite dork games
he insists that you join “The Hellfire Club”, and you do without a second thought. you enjoyed dnd, and were more than willing to play
one of eddie’s biggest goals while dating you is making sure you’re happy! he wants to make sure you’re happy and content in all the ways he can help
eddie is very proud of you!! every last thing you do he is proud of you, whether you believe it or not
“baby that is amazing!! i’m so incredibly proud of you!” he’d gawk, holding your face in his hands as you praises you
you are just as proud of him as he’s proud of you!! with his band and his accomplishments, how could you not be?
he tries his best to comfort you when you’re upset, even if it isn’t the best. he’s better with hugging you than speaking with you
holding hands is something that eddie learned to enjoy! he never really liked the idea of hand holding until he was with you
your fingers intertwined with eddie’s, giving it a soft little squeeze to reassure him, offering him a small smile
while holding hands, you often play with his rings !! you do it especially when you’re nervous, fiddling with his fingers or rings
eddie loves kissing you. he loves how well your lips fit with his, how well they moved in unison while making out
he loves all kisses!! neck kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses, and even nose kisses. he loves them all the same
hugs are also a big thing for him!! having you close to him, taking in your scent with a content smile
resting his hands on your lower back, swaying you two side to side in your place, burying his face in your neck
cuddles aren’t something eddie is used to! it was something he had to get used to, however, he grew to absolutely love it. he held you in his arms as much as he can, and adores it when you hold him
eddie loves showing you off!! to have you on his arm for everyone to see makes him so incredibly proud
he loves to pick you up when he’s particularly excited!! he’ll pick you up into his arms and spin your around in circles before kissing you and hugging you
eddie hates arguing with you! please save this mans soul and try your best not to argue with him, he will be very upset
i’m a firm believer he’s got abandonment issues, so he’s very worried you’ll leave him after even the smallest argument. even the littlest reassurance goes a long way!
he refuses to raise his voice at you if he could help it. sometimes he gets too caught up in the moment and he’ll raise his voice, but he’ll always apologize
“i am so sorry for yelling at you earlier,” he would apologize after the fact, looking at you so worriedly
speaking of, he always makes sure he apologizes after an argument!! he’ll make sure you know he’s sorry, even if it takes him a while to realize he’s in the wrong
although you two have some big arguments, smaller, more silly ones are most common with you two.
“you absolutely did not leave the milk out so it must’ve been you,” eddie would claim, while you hold your arms up in defense
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boxofbonesfic · 6 days ago
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Title: New Hire [4]
previous chapter
Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader
Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat
A/N: so, as promised, the follow up chapter. it’s not often that this happens, but since it was already sitting there, finished, i decided why not 😂. floral divider by @firefly-graphics​
This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘
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You tremble with relief as Ari nuzzles the mark on your neck, running his lips over the taut, scarred skin there. He does it a few times, like he’s trying to reassure himself of your safety. When he finally releases you, you realize it’s not just the other mall-goers watching you. The police have finally arrived, and you watch Ari’s jaw tic as he watches them bundle the man out in handcuffs. 
 The man stiffens at the sight of your Alpha, and you can scent the tang of his fear as he takes him in. Ari’s entire body is tight, tensed like he’s waiting to spring—
 “Sir is this your son?” One of the officers, an older man with a graying beard steps in front of the two of you, blocking your line of sight. “We have some questions—”
 You’re still numb, barely present as the officer reads you the laundry list of  your rights, how to press further charges, what next steps the city will take in his arrest. You can barely concentrate on it, though. You’re still trembling, holding Liam tightly as the officer dismisses you, his words tumbling about in the space between your ears. 
 Attempted kidnapping of a minor is going to be our best bet at holding him. No, no record of him in the system. You’re still jumpy and nervous as Ari walks you stiffly back to the Jeep, his own Bentley parked directly next to it. He says nothing as he pries Liam loose from your hold, and buckles him into the back seat. It’s habit to try and shrink yourself, make yourself small in the face of a displeased male, and you fall back on it without meaning to, looking down at your trembling hands as Ari rounds on you. 
 “What were you thinking, Kitten?” He snaps, and you cower both in the face of his anger and the feel of it in your bond, grating against your senses. “Just yesterday we had that bastard show up at the house, and you thought it would be a good time to take Liam out? Alone?”
 “I, I didn’t think—” 
 “No! No you didn’t think.” His hand is curled into a fist on the hood of the car, and you flinch when he slams it down. Ari blows out a frustrated breath. 
 “Ari…” You pick nervously at the hem of your shirt. “I… I’m sorry. I tried to protect him—” You’re barely managing to hold back tears. “I—”
 “I know you did, Kitten.” Ari deflates a little, some of the tension leaving his body as his shoulders drop, just a little.  “I have… there are people who don’t like me, Kitten. Who don’t like the name Levinson.” He looks back towards the mall. “People who would do anything to hurt me, any way they could.” 
 “More business partners?” You can’t help the way the question pops innocently out of you, and you watch the corners of Ari’s mouth turn up. It isn’t a smile—there’s no happiness bleeding through the bond—it’s aloof, cold. 
 “Something like that.” He drops his hands to your shoulders, gripping them tightly. “You can’t do this again, Kitten.”
 “Are we safe?” Your head is spinning—Ari’s answers only raise more questions. You had no idea who could hate Ari so much that they would try to take his son. “Will they… will they try again?” This fear is familiar, and it dredges up old memories; of times before everything went sour like food left out to spoil. Memories of seeing men with guns, hearing loud, angry voices, your mother telling you not to look, not to listen. 
 It’s better if you don’t know, sweetheart, better if you don’t know anything at all.
 It’s almost infuriating, the way everyone in your life seems to make these choices for you. Deciding what you can and can’t handle while holding the information above your head and expecting you to just be a good girl and do as you’re told. 
 “They won’t try that again.” Ari’s voice holds an air of cold finality that makes you shiver again. “That, I can promise. But I need you to promise me you won’t do this. You don’t go anywhere without me, without someone to protect you. You’re not just anybody off the goddamn street.”
 “I’m… I’m not?”
 “No, Kitten.” Ari tucks a finger under your chin. “Because you’re mine.”
 It’s only late afternoon, but you’re exhausted when you make it back to the house, half carrying Liam upstairs to the bedroom. He refuses to sleep in his own bed, which you can’t fault him for. You get his favorite movie, and start it in the big bedroom, all while Ari talks loudly on the phone in the hallway. 
 “I don’t care. Get him here. Tonight. You think I give a fuck what Cardinas has to say? I pay him good fucking money—”
 You want to know who Ari’s talking to—what he’s talking about. He sounds angry—no, more than angry, he sounds furious. You’ve never seen him like this before. 
 “Do you know how fucking close he came?”  You can’t deny that part of you is almost pleased at Ari’s fierce possessiveness. You’ve never felt wanted before, needed. Like his world revolves around you, of all things. “Good. One fucking hour, you hear me?” 
 An hour for what? Liam snuggles in next to you as the movie starts, his thumb planted firmly in his mouth. Ari comes in from the hallway, carding a hand through his thick hair. He heaves a heavy sigh as he tosses himself down onto the bed. Liam is already deeply engrossed in the movie, so much so that he doesn’t really notice when Ari leans over him to kiss your cheek. 
 You’re exhausted too, your eyes drooping as you sag against Ari’s shoulder. The adrenaline rush has left you wrung out like a limp cloth, barely able to stay awake as Liam giggles at the antics of the characters onscreen. It doesn’t help that you’d gotten practically no sleep the night before, either, and you drift off as Ari rubs soothing circles into your back. 
 You wake suddenly as Ari is moving Liam, his soft snores stopping for a moment as his father picks him up. The sky outside the windows is dark, and you mumble sleepily, trying to sit up.
 “No, Kitten. You sleep.” He taps the tip of your nose with one calloused finger. “Sleep.” 
 When you claw your way out of the darkness again, the bed is empty and long cold. The television in front of the bed is bright blue, the DVD player having shut itself off hours before. Groggily, you roll over and grab your phone, squinting at the brightness of your screen as the digits swim into focus.
 You’d slept for hours, and probably even missed dinner—though knowing Ari, “dinner” was more than likely pizza. You stretch before swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. 
 There’s no answer from the darkened doorway of the bathroom, or the closet. You tug open the door to find the hallway dark and empty too, save for the sliver of light leaking through Liam’s cracked bedroom door. You peek in on him, satisfied to see him asleep, his stuffed duck held tightly to his chest. Careful, so as not to make a sound, you close the door, and make for the kitchen. There are no lights on downstairs, either, and the living room feels cavernous as you pad across it and over to the fridge. 
“I thought I told you to sleep,” comes the amused voice of your Alpha. The thought gives you pause—when had you started thinking of Ari as your Alpha? Alpha protects us, marked us, keeps us safe. The thought travels up from the primitive mess of your hindbrain, echoing just underneath the noise of your conscious thoughts. 
 “I did sleep,” you point out in a small voice, and a spark of warmth explodes inside your chest at his laughter. It feels nice to be wanted. “I missed dinner.”
 “We had pizza,” Ari replies, and you giggle. 
 “Of course you did.” The entire box sits on the widest shelf in the fridge, and you slide it out, and pull out a lukewarm slice. Ari regards you silently for a moment, and just when you’re beginning to feel self conscious about being the only person eating, Ari speaks. 
 “Kitten, I wanted to apologize. For earlier. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was angry, and scared…You just… you have no idea what the stakes are.”
 “Then tell me! If…” You pause, swallowing. “If I’m good enough to-to fuck—” The curse feels clumsy in your mouth—“t-then I’m good enough for you to treat me like the adult that I am, Ari.” Your words sound braver than you feel, and Ari’s resounding laughter makes you shift nervously. You’re all too aware of his closeness as Ari leans back against the counter. Even relaxed like this, he exudes raw, potent power; and the feral part of you both wants to flee and prostrate yourself before him at the same time. 
 “Trust me, Kitten,” he says with a chuckle, his eyes dragging heavily down your form. “I don’t need reminding.” You swallow thickly, licking your lips. Ari’s eyes follow the movement. “Come, Omega. Let’s talk.” You take two stiff steps towards him before Ari’s arms envelop you, the warm spiciness of his scent making your head go just a little fuzzy. Ari runs his hand over the curve of your ass, squeezing lewdly before lifting you onto the counter. 
 You squeak, your hands fisting in his shirt as your bare thighs meet the cool granite countertop. Ari’s slate blue eyes are twinkling with amusement, his lips parted in a cheeky grin. His fingers trail across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he plays with the loose threads hanging from the unfinished hem of your shorts. 
 You want to keep talking about earlier, about the men with guns, the man who’d tried to take Liam, but the thoughts seem to wither away as you try to form them into words. 
 “I-I, um—” It’s hard to think with Ari’s hands on you, his voice purring in your ear. “I need to know m-more about you, your l-life—Ari, oh—” He cups your breasts through your shirt, testing their weight. You’re suddenly acutely aware of the way your thighs are spread open around his hips, his breath ghosting across your face.
 “You smell so good, Kitten,” he growls, his beard rasping against your cheek as he drags his lips to yours. “Good enough to eat.” When Ari’s soft, full lips press insistently against your own, you’re already lost, sighing sweetly into his mouth. He groans, tangling his hand in your hair as he tips your head back, plundering your mouth with abandon. 
 “I thought you wanted to have a chat, Kitten,” you feel his mouth curve against your throat, and you’re only a little incensed at his mockery. It isn’t fair, how your body responds to Ari like it’s his, like he owns it—though according to the bite mark on your throat, you suppose he does.  You don’t know how his hands seem to be everywhere at once, tugging on your hair, sliding between you to stroke at your cunt through the seam of your shorts.
 You let out a shameful moan as his teeth scrape against your mark, Ari’s cock presses hard against you through your pants, and he hums with pleasure. 
 “Know you’re wet, I can smell it,” he growls against your skin and your hips roll into his. Fleetingly, you recall your father’s warnings, his fire and brimstone shame-filled rants about whores and judgement, but you feel so good. Your name is falling from Ari’s mouth reverently as he squeezes your hips, and you don’t know how this could be wrong, because it feels holy and right and—
 “Ari!” He chuckles at your breathy sigh. 
 “That’s it, Kitten. Tell me what you want.” You try to bury your face against his throat, but Ari won’t let you, cupping your chin as he strokes your kiss swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. “Tell me.” This time it’s an order, an Alpha command that makes your throat tight. 
 “I-I want you to touch me.” It’s vague but true. Ari hums. 
 “You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Your breath catches a little as his fingers play at the button on your shorts. He pops them open while you squirm. “You’re an adult after all.” You wonder if he can sense the embarrassment setting your cheeks aflame, and you huff. 
  You’re certainly not a child anymore, you’re well into your twenties. In fact, you’ll be kissing them goodbye soon enough—but the nervous, excited feeling tickling your stomach won’t go away, even as you fix your lips to say—
 “I want you to f-fuck me.” It feels clumsy in your mouth. You wish you could look anywhere but at Ari, his eyes hungry and dark. “Ari—” His mouth against yours silences you, and you whimper against his lips. One of his large hands finds yours, uncurling your fingers from his shirt. 
He slides it down between your bodies, and you shudder as you unwittingly skim your fingers over his taut, muscular stomach. Ari wraps your fingers around his cock, pumping it a few times with you before letting go. He’s so thick it’s hard to reach your fingers all the way around, and your cunt clenches embarrassingly at the memory of how he feels inside you. Warm, slick precum beads at his tip, and you swipe your thumb across it, spreading it across his silky, throbbing head. 
 Ari grits his teeth, growling as he ruts into your hand. He forces his thumb between your lips, pressing it down against your tongue. You’re dizzy, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit through your open shorts, saliva leaking out of the corners of your mouth as you stare up at him.
 “Love making a mess out of you, Kitten.” He tugs aside your panties with nimble fingers, a reverent noise leaving his throat as he strokes your slick folds. You whimper loudly as Ari circles your entrance with a careful finger. He clucks his tongue at you as he dips into the tightness of your cunt. “Shh, sweetheart. You want to wake up the whole neighborhood?” 
 You bite your lip, breath hissing between your teeth as you sag against him. 
 “Sometimes I forget how tight you are, Kitten,” he rasps, and you unsuccessfully try to hold back another ragged moan as he adds a second finger to the first. Your fingers twitch around his leaking cock and he bucks against you with a quiet groan. “Open for me, baby. Spread it nice and wide—that’s it.” Self consciously you grip your own thighs, holding them open while Ari takes a step back to admire you. 
 He reaches into his pocket, and you feel your heart speed up at the sound of his knife clicking open.
 “Stay just like that, Kitten,” he instructs you lowly. “Don’t move.” Your heart abruptly slows from a gallop to stand stock still in your chest as he runs the flat of the blade along your thigh. “Like these shorts,” he says, and you hear the sound of popping threads as he traces the seams with it. “I’d like ‘em better off, though.” You release a shuddering breath as cool air ghosts across the folds of your cunt. 
 Ari peels you out of your clothing, dropping the knife on the counter where it glints in the low light filtering in through the windows. The cooling evidence of his lust is still sticky on your fingers as he drags your hips forward on the counter until you’re almost hanging off of the edge. He hikes your legs up around his waist, before yanking down the elastic of his boxers. Ari hisses as the head of his cock bumps against you. 
 You feel drunk but you aren’t, and you know you can’t be in heat again, not this soon. The only explanation is Ari, that he’s making you feel this raw, this alive—
 He drags his cock through your folds, growling through clenched teeth. “Yes, Kitten? Tell me.” He pokes at your entrance with his thick, throbbing tip, and you mewl in response. 
 “Feels g-good,” you mumble, unable to break the intensity of his gaze. “I w-want more—” The words dissolve into a strangled moan as Ari presses inside, the stretch a delicious and intoxicating burn that you know you’re going to crave when this is all said and done. 
 “You’re in luck Kitten.” His eyes drop to half mast as he sinks another inch into your tight, willing cunt. “Because I have more to give you.” His thick length pushes the air up out of your lungs in a harsh, needy whine, and Ari’s head falls back as he ruts into you with short, shallow, thrusts. “God, s’like you’re milking my fucking cock—”
 When Ari sinks in to the hilt, you cry out, and he claps a hand over your mouth, chuckling as he presses hard against your cervix. Air wheezes out through your lips and between his fingers as he presses his forehead to yours.
 “Quiet, Omega,” he rocks his hips into you and your mouth falls open behind his palm. Your muffled moans seem to be all the encouragement he needs, setting a deep, steady rhythm. You’re full, so full you could burst, and your every thought centers on the pleasure overflowing from your core. You’re drowning in it, dragged under by the tide, and you can’t even fight it—you don’t want to. 
 His hand drops to your throat, where he squeezes, putting just enough pressure to restrict your air but not enough to hurt. Your lips part, and only a wet rattle escapes. There are words, somewhere, for the unyielding pleasure Ari wrings from your limp body with every jarring thrust, but you can’t seem to find them. The only words your swollen lips seem to be able to pronounce are his name and your pathetic pleas for more, more, Alpha, please—
 You don’t register the sound of popping buttons, the plastic projectiles pinging off of the surrounding walls as Ari tears at your shirt with one hand like an animal, squeezing your breasts with a pleased grunt. You aren’t sure when you were lost, when you’d become a complete and utter slave to the depraved wishes of the knot-drunk Omega piloting your brain.
  You’re so close, your pussy squeezing down on Ari with wet velvet walls. His cock is already beginning to thicken, widening at the base as his knot begins to form. He already barely fits inside you, and you loose a pleased, needy whine at the fresh stretch of it. It’s like there’s fire under your skin, and Ari is happy to keep stoking it, ready to watch you burn bright—
 “M’gonna put a baby in you, Kitten,” He growls the words out against your lips, sucking and biting at the tender flesh until you cry out. “Make it so everybody knows just who you belong to.” Ari bottoms out inside you, his thrusts shortened by the thick weight of his knot. Ari runs his nose down your throat, pressing it into the gland just below his mark as he drives into you. 
 It doesn’t hurt when he bites down, clamping sharp teeth around the already puffy, scarred flesh. Your eyes roll to half mast as your cunt tightens down around him so fast that a choked groan tears loose from his throat. The slick, slick, slick of his cock sliding through your dripping pussy is punctuated by Ari’s muffled cursing, his fingers digging into your hips as he drags you over the edge. 
 You slump against him, crying out as you drown under wave after wave of bliss, Ari’s cock pummeling against your twitching cervix. Your thighs tremble around his hips, and Ari growls against your throat, his teeth still locked tightly in your flesh as you keen and writhe. 
 “That’s it, Kitten,” he praises you as you come apart into a thousand pieces in his arms. “Give it all to me.” You have no choice—Ari drinks in your pleasure like a sponge, his thick cock dragging along your spasming walls as he chases his own end. You’re sobbing, undone as he wrings another orgasm from your trembling body. Your pussy sucks lewdly at him as he ruts into you, and when Ari’s hips finally still, he shudders as he empties himself into your cunt, thick jets of his spend beating against your abused walls. 
 He captures your lips with his own, and you taste the copper of your own blood on his tongue. 
 “Think you can sleep now, Kitten?” He rasps, and you hide against his chest. Though you’re still locked together, Ari loops his hands under your ass, carrying you over to the couch, where he sits with a heavy sigh. You’re already fighting sleep—and losing, dark tendrils creeping across your vision as you listen to the steady beat of Ari’s heart against your cheek. 
 “—should take her upstairs.”
 “She’ll wake up if you move her. Don’t touch her.” 
 You wake up with a frown creasing your features—why are you downstairs? You sit up from the cushions blearily, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. As if in answer, your cunt throbs, and your face heats. 
 Oh yeah.
 You’d been expecting to wake up in bed with Ari—not alone on the couch. The television is off, and so are all the other lights, and for a moment you just sit there, trying to parse out what had woken  in the first place. Voices, muffled conversation carried on just out of ear-shot. You stand with a groan, your thighs protesting the movement as the blanket that had been draped across you falls to the floor. A peek up the stairs confirms Liam is still in bed, his door firmly shut, and the warm yellow glow of his nightlight leaking out from the cracks. 
 Your face heats as you drape the blanket around your shoulders, disguising Ari’s handiwork. You don’t have to look in the mirror to know your throat is probably bruised like a mishandled peach, and the area between your thighs aches with a sort of pleasurable soreness you aren’t used to. You sniff at yourself as you head for the staircase, your nose wrinkling at the musky scent of sex that seems to drip from your pores. 
 You pause with your hand on the bannister, your foot frozen in midair. There’s something underneath the heavy scent of Ari’s pheromones, the woodsy scent of his cologne—
 You whip your head around, suddenly alarmed and unnerved by the quiet house. Nothing is out of place, not a single thing—so why does something feel so…wrong? You turn away from the stairs, padding back across the living room. 
 “Ari?” There’s no answer to your tentative call. “Are you still here?” 
 The kitchen is empty, and your face heats as you pass the island, the scent of your pleasure muted, but still present on the stone countertop. The pool light is on. It’s so dim it almost doesn’t register, the soft blue light flooding over the tiles to wash your feet in cool aqua. You reach for the metal handle, and the door slides open silently. It’s still dark out, though the very edges of the horizon are tinged pink, hinting at the rising of the sun.
 The terra-cotta tiling is cool and slick under your feet, the pool placid and quiet beyond it. The scent of burning metal is stronger out here, mixed with the scent of cut grass and morning dew, but it’s there, and it’s unmistakable. There’s something else too, something that helps new fear curdle the remnants of the afterglow still lingering in your system. The scent of heavy, coppery blood. You round the pool into the patio-area and freeze, your body stalling like a stubborn mule. 
 The man who’d tried to take Liam is on his knees, his face swollen and bruised. In fact, you’re not even sure how you recognize him. He’s taken a beating, that much is clear—blood bubbles from his crooked nose and split lip, dripping down to soak into the already stained t-shirt he’s wearing. You can hear the wet rattle of his breath from where you’re standing. His hands are zip-tied behind his back, hanging at such an awkward angle you know they must be broken too. 
 You try to turn, to look away from the scene searing itself into your retinas, but you can’t, can’t close your eyes, can’t move. The two police officers standing by don’t look particularly concerned as the man coughs up more blood and sags, falling over onto his side. 
 “I’m going to ask you one more time, Jim, and I really hope you’re honest with me.” The familiarity of Ari’s voice cut with the cold, aloofness in his tone sends a massive shiver down your spine, and you clutch your arms to your chest. Ari approaches slowly, his shoes clicking against the tile. A cigarette hangs from the corner of his mouth, and he grasps it with two fingers, tapping off the growing ash before replacing it. 
 “Why my son?” He asks. The cool calm dripping from his words isn’t reflected in his actions as he presses his thumb into a sluggishly bleeding wound on the man’s shoulder. He cries out in pain, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet of your suburban neighborhood. “Why Liam?” The man begins to sob, though Ari pays it no mind, taking another deep drag off his cigarette. 
 “Come on, Clarence. You think I like having the boys work you over? It’s messy.” Ari wipes his bloody knuckles off on his own slacks.
 “H-he said w-we need to d-destroy your l-legacy.” His voice is so low, you almost don’t hear it. “P-please…” He’s speaking around broken teeth, blood and spit leaking out from the corners of his mouth as he stares pleadingly up at Ari. “I w-wasn’t going to hurt him, I swear to fucking God, I wasn’t—”
 “Cardinas, call in a 444.” Ari cuts him off, snapping his fingers. 
 “Boss.” You aren’t close enough to read the bronze tag on his uniform, but you’re willing to bet it says Cardinas on it. “That’s an officer involved shooting.” 
 “I know.” Ari replies, disgust lining his handsome features as he takes the cigarette and stubs it out on the other man’s arm. “Because bright eyes here got loose during transport. Grabbed a gun,” he says, holding out his hand. Cardinas undoes the clip on his holster, before handing Ari the gun. “You had no choice.” He raises it, pulling back the hammer. 
 “You know if you do this, it’s war.” The slow drawl seems to cut through the moment, and you squint, trying to see through the early morning haze. “Actual, factual war.” 
 “Shut up, Drysdale.” Ari growls through clenched teeth, cutting his eyes over his shoulder. The other man smirks, shrugging. He dusts imaginary dirt from his cable-knit sweater, before tucking his hands into his pockets. 
 “I’m just pointing out the risks, such as they are.” 
 “I know the fucking risks.” Ari raises the gun. “I think it’s time Quill did a little risk assessment of his own.” 
 The gunshot is quiet, quieter than you anticipated. It’s quieter than the horrible, wet noise of thick blood painting the tile, quieter still than the low noise of disgust Ari makes in his throat. 
 Quieter than the shocked gasp that tears loose from your lips, even as you raise your hands to your own mouth to try and quiet it. 
 “Oh look, an audience,” the man in the sweater winks at you from across the lawn. “Cute little thing—wait. That’s not Randy’s brat, is it?” You fall to your knees in the wet grass, your trembling hands clapped tight over your open mouth as Ari turns toward you with a sigh, carding his hand through his hair. 
 “Oh Kitten.” He crosses the lawn in a few easy strides, before dropping down to a squat in front of you. You flinch as he reaches for you with sticky, copper fingers and cups your cheek. 
 “I really wish you hadn’t seen that.” 
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duskamethyst · a year ago
stranger danger.
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a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.
word count: 3.8k
genre: smut, nsfw, pwp
warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping
pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader
summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.
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you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.
so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.
even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.
but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.
startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.
he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”
in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.
“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.
the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.
“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”
toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”
the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.
“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.
you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”
“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.
“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”
toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.
but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.
his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.
“get in front of the car.” he urges.
“huh? why?”
toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”
you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.
“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.
you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.
the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.
“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”
“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.
“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.
“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.
“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.
“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.
“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”
“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.
“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”
you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”
toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”
your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”
“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.
“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.
“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.
“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”
toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”
you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.
“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”
your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.
seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?
“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”
toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.
“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.
“no.” you answer meekly.
“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”
“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”
“then stop fucking around.”
without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.
“look at daddy.”
and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.
“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.
squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.
“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”
you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.
“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.
you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.
“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.
you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.
once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.
“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”
“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.
his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”
you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”
“get up. face the car.”
toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.
“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.
“i’m sor–”
“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”
toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.
“but that’s what you want, right?”
your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.
“mmh– s-so big–!”
“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.
“n-no– ah–!”
toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.
“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.
you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.
“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”
your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.
“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.
“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.
your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.
“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.
“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.
“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.
“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”
toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.
“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.
“fucking take it.”
toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.
“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.
“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.
“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.
“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.
“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.
“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.
“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”
“i’m gonna–”
toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.
as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.
“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.
you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.
“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.
and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.
toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.
he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.
“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”
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