#Literally checking out women's asses good for her !!

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Quick Too-Ticky doodle <3

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Pervert!

Ft. Giyuu, Shinobu, Obanai, Uzui, Gyomei, Sanemi, Rengoku, Mitsuri

Warnings: Panty/bra stealing, mentions of masturbation, just sexual themes overall. Afab reader. Minors and ageless blogs dni!

Summary: Just some headcanons! Not proofread!

GIYU TOMIOKA:

He’s so sly about it. Like the two of you will be hanging out and as soon as you turn around, he’s checking you out.

Though, he does feel a little guilty since you’re one of his closest friends (and his neighbor-), but at the end of the day, it won’t matter because he’ll be moaning your name until he passes out.

He’s the type to feel guilt in the moment and then think back on it later and be like “worth it.”

Giyu tells himself that it’s only natural to feel these types of things. (It is, right??) It kind of makes him feel less bad about it.

He walked in on you changing once and was never the same afterwards, I’m talking about the hardest hard on to ever befall a man ✋☠️

He’s not totally perverse though, because he respects your personal space and doesn’t try to hug or feel you up, but every time he gets off to you it makes him feel worse.

This man is borderline about to just get down on his knees and beg for you to be his because he’s so desperate for you.

However, he does enjoy catching sneak peeks of you when you’re in the shower or while you’re changing.

I mean you’re just right there so how can he not stare?

SHINOBU KOCHO

She sleeps over. All the time. Doesn’t even try to hide that she might be a women enjoyer.

She’ll do little things like “Y/N have you ever kissed a girl to see how it would feel? Why don’t we test it out to see if we’re lesbians hehe~”

You two also go skinny dipping together in the nearby lake frequently, and often times she’ll come up behind you and grope you jokingly (Because girl things amiright?)

This chick openly steals your bras and underwear. AND WEARS THEM. IN FRONT OF YOU.

SHE’S PUTTING SHIT DOWN AND YOU’RE NOT PICKING IT UP. LIKE THIS ISN’T PERVERSION, SHE IS HARD ON FLIRTING

She takes you out to places that are referred to as make out spots and likes to give you little sexual innuendos here and there, but you’re so oblivious it drives her up a wall

She literally offered to “demonstrate” how to properly give someone head AND THEN PROCEEDED TO EAT YOU OUT LIKE HER LIFE DEPENDED ON IT

Recently, however, you’ve noticed that some of your vibrators (the ones that weren’t gifts from Shinobu) have gone missing

Not to worry, they’re in good care as long as they’re with Shinobu, and honestly, so is she.

She is shameless.

IGURO OBANAI

He’s so bbg istg, but he’s a DEVIL when it comes to you

He lives for hugging you and brushing his fingers against your ass, or dropping things on purpose and watching you bend over to pick them up

Speaking of bending over- this man has an entire photo album dedicated to pics of your juicy ass

He is definitely the type to get turned on at the thought of you finding that album; He just loves the riskiness of it all

He takes you out for drinks and gets you a little tipsy so he has a reason to ‘watch over you’ because it’s simply not safe for a girl like you to be alone and wasted

Obanai also has pictures of you sleeping, ones where you can see how tight your shorts are and ones where you can see your perky nipples through the shirt you’re wearing

He really can’t wait until you find those ones.

Once after a night out together, he went through your room while you were asleep on your couch and stole one of your vibrators

That night, he used it until the battery died, shaking from pure overstimulation and excitement. However, he never got tired of moaning out your name desperately

He does feel some form of guilt though, after all, what he’s doing isn’t exactly morally acceptable. And he would have made his move a while back if he wasn’t so scared about ruining your friendship

So for now it’s just useless masturbation, pretending it’s your pretty little lips wrapped around his aching cock

TENGEN UZUI

Has more self control than Shinobu, but barely.

He openly slaps your ass in public, placing his hand in your back pocket as you walk together and glaring down anyone who gives you funky looks.

He’s also a lightweight, so whenever the two of you go out for drinks, it always ends in him flirting (poorly) with you and asking you to join in on a foursome with Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma

He gets all whiny when you say no and offer for him to spend the night at your place so he doesn’t have to walk home alone, but then again, he’s gonna be at your house for a night 👀

The next thing you know, your favorite pair of panties are missing, along with your most worn bra and even your favorite perfume.

You ask him about it the next time you see him but he denies all accusations. Low and behold, the next time he spends the night, your bra and perfume return, but sadly, you’ll never see those panties ever again.

Whenever he’s wasted and at your place, he begs for you to bathe him to help him sober up, but the last time you did that, he got a hard on when you ran your hands down his broad shoulders.

Your friendship dynamic is the dumb idiot (Uzui) and the tired mom (You), so it’s often that you wind up taking care of him in situations like this.

However, unlike Obanai, he hardly has any photos of you, instead, he prefers to take sneak peeks while you’re showering

He gets even more painfully hard when he catches a glimpse of how the water runs down your gorgeous body, your head turned away and your ass facing him is the best sight he could ever behold.

But he’s not the type to masturbate alone, moaning your name like a slut, he takes it to Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, who are far from worried when he ‘accidentally’ moans out your name while they’re pleasuring him.

He’s sworn them to secrecy though, so they’ll never be able tell you how terribly he shakes when he calls out your name.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Out of all of them, he’s definitely the one to feel the worst about it. Like, it goes against his views to be thinking of someone like this and it causes him to feel MASSIVE amounts of guilt.

Since he’s blind, he has to imagine what you look like, which isn’t hard because he had you describe yourself to him when you first met.

He sees you as the most perfect woman to ever grace the planet, he’s 100% smitten. He is legitimately in love with you 🙏🙏

The two of you share an apartment, and due to Gyomei’s strong desire for you, he’s considered moving out.

He hates it, he genuinely thinks it’s wrong to think of you in such a way. But Uzui and Rengoku told him that it’s totally normal for a man to think like that and not to worry about it.

There was one night when he had come back from work later than usual and had assumed you were asleep, only to hear you pleasuring yourself in your bedroom.

He may be blind but he sure as hell ain’t deaf. He’ll never be able rid his mind of how beautiful your voice sounded, of how lewd the noises you made were.

He’ll never stop picturing it either. There’ll be times when he’s at work and he thinks of you like that, immediately having to excuse himself and head for the restroom as soon as possible.

You just get him so unbelievably hard. It drives him mad how he can’t have you, and it creates a deep pit of shame in his stomach when he masturbates to your perfect being.

He can hardly hang out with you like he used to because he starts to think about how it would feel if he had you ride him on the couch, or if he bent you over the kitchen counter and made you scream.

While he dreams of fucking you endlessly, he’d die a happy man if you’d just kiss him.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

You’ve been tutoring his brother recently, and he just can’t get you out of his head.

Like he loves the idea that you’re so willing to help Genya, so maybe you’d be able to help him?

Or better yet, he could help you.

He’s so mean whenever you come over, openly bullying you whenever you’re trying to teach Genya. He hopes that he’ll get to see tears run down your beautiful face one day, but instead, you only return his comments with a smirk

The first time you did this, it caught him off guard entirely. Like you put his ass in his place with ease and it left him hornier than ever.

He dreams of you on your knees, tears in your eyes and he fucks your throat harshly.

Poor Genya can’t catch a break either- He literally caught Sanemi jerking off to a pic of your ass, literally traumatizing the kid.

You take no bs, so you’re used to going over to their place, immediately shutting Sanemi up and watching him scurry of to do lord knows what.

He has videos of you insulting him and often uses them to get off, but he’d never tell you that even if he managed to pull you.

As far as he’s concerned, he’s going to dominate you, not the other way around. (He just wants you to sit on his face.)

KYOJURO RENGOKU

He’s such a gentleman when it comes to you. But like- whenever you grab his arm and drag him around, or bend down in front of him to look at something, he starts thinking some unholy things-

He does have a couple upskirt pics, but only out of curiosity. He wanted to know what it would feel like to do something risky like that (and Uzui kind of talked him into it-)

He loves hanging out with you, but you’re so innocent. He’d make sexual innuendos if he wasn’t afraid of you asking what he meant. The thought of someone ruining your innocence literally makes him break out in a cold sweat.

(Oh but he gets off to the thought of him ruining your innocence all right.)

He often wonders what it would be like to make you moan in pleasure, how easy would it be to get you to cry out in pleasure?

You’re just so sweet though, and it only makes him feel like a horrible friend when you meet up after he’s been masturbating to your cute little face.

Honestly, he couldn’t care less about how you would make him feel, he practically strives to make you happy. He’d eat you out endlessly if you turned around and asked him to.

I mean it. He’d do it no questions asked, right then and there. As long as you’re satisfied, then nothing else matters.

But it does suck when he’s stuck humping a pillow, pretending it’s you. He’d much rather it be the real deal.

MISTURI KANROJI

MY GOD SHE’S LITERALLY JUST LIKE SHINOBU

She uses the fact that you’ve been best friends for a long time as a way to “test things out”

She also occasionally says things like “Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to kiss a girl?” And “jokingly” flirts with you during sleepovers.

There was one time you two were dancing around and you told her you liked her jiggle physics, resulting in her flashing you

She once found where you kept your toys and judged you for how cheap they were. She mocked you for “not knowing how to pleasure yourself” and offered for you to use hers whenever you liked

You did take her up on that offer once, and she used it right after (cleaned of course)

She jokingly gropes you along with you groping her and just messing around with your sexualities in general. (Just normal gal pal things-)

Though, you’ve always taken her flirting as a joke, since you’ve always been flirtatious with your friends.

She loves cuddling with you on your couch when you watch movies, making fun of the characters and eating popcorn together.

She definitely takes a lot of advice from Shinobu, which is where she gets most of her confidence from. If it were anyone else, she would be a blushing mess.

She’s just a fan of physical contact in general. Like hugs and little cheek kisses in general-

My god she loves physical contact so much that like the slightest touch has her shivering a little. Full blown goosebumps.

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not good enough | charles leclerc social media au

paring: charles leclerc x reader

charles' girlfriend gets a lot of hate online and he usually stays out it because she knows how to handle it...but sometimes people just need a little reminder that they're in love asian faceclaim: christina nadin - british/filipino influencer

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charles_leclerc thank you dior for helping me end Paris Fashion Week in style

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my acotar unpopular opinions

taking this time to come out as an acotar reader. yes i've read all the books and i've spent way too much time thinking about it. i enjoy the books in the sense that i enjoy hating on many of the characters and loving a few of the others.

be forewarned inner circle fans. you will not like this.

rhysand is not a 'morally grey' character. he's a rapist and a groomer. he sexually assaulted feyre utm, he groomed her (reminder that she was 19 in acotar), and he withheld important medical information from her. 'you'll always have a choice' my ass.

nesta telling feyre about her pregnancy was not a bad thing. why do people act like it is? 'oh she did it to hurt feyre' hurt her by doing what? revealing the lies that her beloved husband had woven? revealing the fact that she'd die giving birth? the fact that rhysand told literally everybody but feyre?

mor is not the champion for women everyone thinks she is. this i will give to sjm it is truly impressive to make a character like women and still be a pick me. i'm not even going to go into her whole weird ass relationship with her dad (i still don't understand why she wouldn't just kill him. 'oh rhys needed the army' rhys is supposed to be the most powerful high lord ever. either admit he's a fucking loser or give me an actual good reason for this) or the fact she's seemingly incapable of doing anything to help the women in the court of nightmares, but everytime she was mentioned, i had to let out a heavy sigh and rub my temples.

on a similar topic. i liked eris. like a lot. out of all the acotar characters sjm has written, eris is by far my favorite.

the inner circle needs to sit the fuck down. they are the most hypocritical bitches i've ever met. they like to think themselves high and mighty. reading them make fun of lucien's band of exiles while their name is literally 'court of dreamers' was the most infuriating thing ever. and then they have the gall to be insulted when called out. don't dish what you can't take.

out of all the inner circle, the only one i don't hate is azriel. this is simply because he is the only one who hasn't opened his big fat mouth and done something bad (except if you maybe count his whole thing with elain). cassian is on my hit list. it's on sight with cassian.

nessian is sjm's worst ship and i will stand by that. lucien/nesta could have been so much. 'nesta would have ripped lucien apart' and cassian was your first choice? not even azriel was considered? like be so for real right now. sjm didn't see the potential of lucien/nesta and i will forever mourn that.

sjm is a terrible writer. i'm not saying this to be mean but she seriously just sucks at it. that being said i admire her ability to still make millions of dollars off her shitty writing. as a woman, i am rooting for her. as a reader, every day i wake up a shoot a prayer to the heavens begging the gods to not let sjm write any more books from the inner circle's pov.

lucien/elain is better than azriel/elain. argue with the wall.

eris/azriel is better than azriel/elain. you can kiss my ass.

NESTA/ERIS IS BETTER THAN RHYSAND/FEYRE. i know this because i have been enlightened.

feyre is a victim to rhysand. that being said, she is also a major bitch. both can be true because these things are not mutually exclusive. i wish she could make friends outside of the ic like nesta did, but i know that's unlikely.

feyre's pregnancy storyline was completely useless and went against her whole character.

acomaf retconned everything about tamlin and feyre's relationship in order to make more money. idc.

tamlin gets a ridiculous amount of hate. rhysand is hypocritical. so tamlin locking feyre in a house because she wants to ride out with him into potential danger is terrible and abusive, but rhysand locking nesta in the house of wind for... *checks notes*... having sex and spending money on alcohol is helping her? what?

#anti rhysand #anti sjm #anti inner circle #anti acotar #rhysand critical #inner circle critical #acotar #acotar critical #pro nesta #anti nessian #pro eris vanserra #anti mor #this might be a controversial one

[onabat11e]

i’m yours (lucy bronze x ona batlle)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

warnings: smut, top!ona, bottom!lucy, fingering, cunnilingus

summary: ona finds it fun to wear lucy’s barça jersey. lucy finds it fun to be claimed by ona.

based on this request!

dedicated to @barcaxona for giving me inspo c;

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The door to the bedroom clicked open when Ona walked in sporting a Barça jersey, the shirt fitting slightly oversized. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts, just long enough to be peeking out from the bottom of the jersey. 

Ona was busy reaching up to slide a book back into its place on the top shelf, allowing Lucy’s eyes to skim her body. Suddenly, whatever was on Lucy’s phone was not even the slightest bit interesting because she noticed that it wasn’t just any jersey that Ona was wearing, but her jersey. 

Adventurous eyes continued down Ona’s body and lingered for half a second when Lucy noticed the shirt lifting where Ona was reaching. 

“Mmm, that looks good on you, babe,” Lucy’s eyes fixated on the curve of Ona’s ass sticking out from under the jersey as well as the thickness of her muscular thighs. 

“Yeah, you think so?” Ona smiles, looking over her shoulder at where Lucy was relaxing on the bed. She noticed how Lucy glued her eyes to the lower half of her body, checking her out. 

“Letting everyone know that you’re mine,” Lucy returned her eyes to Ona’s face, a half-smile played on her lips. Ona laughed under her breath and mirrored the expression. 

Lucy and Ona had been hiding their relationship for a while before they decided to turn to a ‘private, but not secret’ approach. It made things easier for the lovebirds, the two unable to keep their eyes off one another, even when the cameras were around. 

“Mmm, I’m yours,” Ona hummed as she turned around to face the bed and swayed her hips as she walked towards Lucy. “And you’re mine,” her voice darkened at the last word. 

Now aware of her heartbeat, Lucy felt a thumping in her chest as she got stared down. Although Lucy had a good few inches of height on Ona, that didn’t matter in the bedroom; Ona could make her feel small - make Lucy feel like her prey. 

“And now it’s my time to claim you,” Ona’s voice dropped, her eyes deepening with lust. Lucy felt a wave of desire spread over her body at Ona’s words. She loved it when Ona took control.

Lucy Bronze was known for being a dominant player, never afraid to throw herself (figuratively and literally) into a match, a ball, or a whole other player. The truth was, with the amount of control she had to exercise in her career - the last thing she wanted was to carry that responsibility into her personal life. 

Regarding the bedroom, Lucy loved nothing more than to give up any control and surrender to her partner’s needs and desires. She couldn’t blame anyone for thinking she would be the opposite, but she was a self-proclaimed pillow princess. 

“Please,” Lucy’s voice was barely above a whisper, Ona’s intense eye contact making her body feel weak. Never taking her eyes off Lucy, Ona climbed onto the bed and lay on her side. She propped herself on one elbow and craned her head down, letting warm breath hit Lucy’s neck. 

“Shh, let me take care of you, baby,” Ona whispered into Lucy’s ear, goosebumps pricking up at the softness of her voice. 

Ona placed one hand on either side of Lucy’s head before leaning in to meet Lucy’s lips. Both women were hungrily trying to deepen their kisses, submitting to each other without a fight. Keen tongues curled together, their moans harmonising as they explored each other's mouths. 

Ona brought a hand to cup Lucy’s face, the pad of her thumb stroking across a sharp jawline before sliding to rest around her neck. The devious hand dipped further to grab Lucy’s chest over her clothing, causing her back to arch into the touch. 

Ona pulls away from the kiss, her teeth tugging on Lucy’s bottom lip as she does so. The two girls pant slightly, and the intensity of their making out is evident on both faces.

“Need this off,” Ona pulled at the hem of Lucy’s t-shirt once more, “Need to see my beautiful girl.” Lucy shyly blushes at the compliment and lets Ona tug the t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her sports bra and sweatpants. 

“You are incredible,” Ona gushes over Lucy’s toned body, a hand resting on Lucy’s collarbone as she leans in to kiss her neck. 

Ona goes to hook her fingers under the Barça jersey to take it off, wanting to match Lucy’s level of undress. Her hands only move a few inches before a voice interrupts the action. 

“Keep it on,” Lucy requested, trying to school her expression into confidence as she reached out to stop Ona’s hands. Seeing that Ona was proud to be hers lit a fire in the pit of her stomach. 

Ona smugly agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching up as her hands dropped the material to return to Lucy’s chest. Her hand slipped under the bottom of Lucy’s sports bra, eagerly pulling the material over her head. 

Whether it be from the temperature change or the stimulation, Lucy’s nipples were now hard and begging for attention. Ona moved to cup over the newly exposed flesh, letting her palms graze over the tips of Lucy’s nipples. 

A muscle in Ona’s jaw feathers as she smirks, her head dipping towards Lucy’s chest. Their eyes locked onto each other as Ona licked her lips and made a show of licking around a nipple.

Staggered breaths echo in the room, Lucy’s body pushing up into the feeling of Ona’s mouth on her. Lucy tried to stifle her moans as Ona pulled away, her teeth tugging on the sensitive tissue.

Ona kissed across Lucy’s chest before taking a patch of skin between her lips, increasing the suction against the skin for a few seconds and then soothing it with slow, flat licks. Ona admired the quickly reddening skin before she repeated the action. 

Ona and Lucy’s favourite thing was to leave marks on one another that only they'd know about, a secret message for only them: ‘I’m yours; you’re mine’. The most common area of choice was each other's chests, close enough to the nipple that they’d always be covered. 

Soft fingers stroked down Lucy’s abs, the muscles tightening under the touch of Ona’s hands. Before Lucy knew it, Ona was tugging her sweatpants down, her body subconsciously lifting from the bed to help Ona remove them.

“My baby is so needy for me, huh?” Ona cups a hand over Lucy’s underwear, feeling the warmth of her arousal through the material. Hips thrust up, trying to grind against anything. 

“I need you,” Lucy begged, her voice weakening at the pressure of Ona looking at her. Lucy’s pelvis chased after the touch of Ona’s hand, desperate for more. Desperate for her. 

“I’m right here,” Ona knew what Lucy meant, but she wanted to hear the words, needed to hear Lucy beg to be fucked. 

“Please, baby,” Lucy’s voice cracked as Ona’s hands played with the waistband of her underwear. Ona raised an eyebrow, the smirk playing at the side of her mouth again. 

That damn smirk will be the death of Lucy, she thinks.  

“Be more specific,” Ona pulls her hand away from Lucy, causing a frustrated whine and a release of air to leave her mouth. Lucy clenched her jaw and took a deep breath through her nose to compose herself before forcing the words out of herself. 

“Just touch me,” Lucy says in almost a whisper, too busy thinking about the intensity of the throbbing between her legs and how much she needed Ona to do something about it. 

“Good girl,” Ona let her hand go under the waistband to run a finger through the pooling wetness, causing Lucy’s head to fall back against the pillow. And, God, she was already embarrassingly worked up from Ona’s voice, Ona’s words, Ona’s expressions. Everything Ona. 

Ona takes pride in breaking down the tough exterior Lucy puts on, using her hands to make the older woman whine and beg for more, using her hands to make the woman entirely fall apart under her touch. 

“I wanna watch you as you cum on my fingers. Think you can do that for me?” She spoke down to Lucy. And maybe it’s the eye contact. Maybe it’s from the low pitch of Ona’s voice. But Lucy doesn’t think she could muster an answer if she tried. 

The slight movement of Lucy’s nod, bottom lip between her teeth, is enough for Ona. Ona doesn’t even bother to pull down Lucy’s underwear properly, her hand tucked between Lucy and the fabric.

Fingers rub up and down Lucy’s heat before they target her clit with teasingly slow circles. Ona loved to watch Lucy’s body come alive under her touch. All the small details: her burrowed eyebrow, jaw going slack, eyes rolling back. She loved to see and hear how she made Lucy feel. 

Lucy’s neck and shoulder are covered in warm kisses as Ona continues to rub at her clit, taking small breaks to dip into her entrance and collect slick heat on her fingertips. 

“Your pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it, baby?” Lucy turns her head into the pillow, a red blush burning her cheeks. “So needy to get fucked like the good girl you are.”

A finger gets pushed in, and Ona can feel the low vibration in Lucy’s chest as she groans at the new sensation. Ona continued to push in further, her fingertips pushing against Lucy’s soft spot and pressing into it. 

“You look so hot right now, taking my fingers,” Ona’s lips brush against Lucy’s neck, her body shuddering from the gentle contact.  

Another finger slipped into Lucy, and the stretch of her quivering pussy around them drove Ona crazy, increasing the speed of her arm pushing into Lucy. Ona whispered sweet nothings into Lucy’s ear as she continued the unrelenting motions of fucking Lucy. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Lucy groaned, body jerking into the tempo of Ona’s fingers. The coil in her stomach impossibly tightened further as Ona mumbled Spanish against her neck. Moans got choked out, and Lucy didn’t know if she could hold back much longer. 

Lucy’s orgasm hits her hard, Ona’s teeth scraping the sensitive skin of her neck as she falls apart, cumming around Ona’s fingers. Ona curls her fingers faster in Lucy’s pulsating wetness, pushing her through her orgasm. 

Once Lucy had come down from her high, Ona removed her fingers slowly and pulled her hand up to her lips. 

Lucy could barely hold in the whine when Ona licked the two fingers before sucking them into her mouth to clean off Lucy’s wetness. Ona nearly growled at the taste of Lucy on her fingers, a desire to primally devour Lucy kicking in. 

“God, you’re addictive,” she said after pulling the digits from her mouth. “I think I need another taste,” Ona kisses Lucy's décolletage again, moving past her breasts and abdomen. As much as Ona wanted to take her time and worship every inch of Lucy’s body, she needed to taste her. 

Ona positioned herself between Lucy’s legs, parting them and bending them at the knee. Warm brown eyes looked up through eyelashes to meet Lucy’s stare, her nimble fingers finding their place around Lucy’s underwear. 

Lucy’s pussy was glistening with need - it might just be the most beautiful thing Ona had ever seen. Lucy’s arousal was begging to be consumed, begging to be taken by Ona. 

Using the spare hair tie on her wrist, Ona threw her hair up into a bun, stray hairs poking out. Desire and need filled Lucy’s eyes, her body coming alive under Ona’s gaze. Ona kissed over Lucy’s thighs, her path leading up to where Lucy’s cum was still shining on her inner thighs. 

“Please, I’m still sensitive,” Lucy almost begs, feeling Ona’s lips placing lingering kisses leading closer and closer to her core. 

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Ona winks, kissing Lucy's body and nipping at the delicate skin. She licks at Lucy’s inner thigh before leaving another cleverly hidden mark mere inches from where Lucy was aching for Ona’s mouth. 

“Ready?” The breath from Ona’s words against Lucy’s sensitive cunt made her twitch and ache for Ona’s mouth on her. Lucy’s hand reached down for Ona, intertwining their fingers. Another whine and a nod from Lucy gave Ona the go-ahead. 

Lucy’s body jolts as Ona’s mouth makes contact with her. Her tongue is coated in Lucy’s arousal as she licks up her folds, taking in everything that Lucy is giving to her. 

It could almost be too much, Lucy thinks. Ona’s mouth lightly suctioned onto her whilst her tongue circled her clit. 

Lucy looks down to see Ona between her legs, her head dipped, back arched with her hips in the air. Lucy could see her name, ‘Bronze 15’, written across Ona’s back. She almost prematurely falls apart again right there just from the sight of it. Just from thinking about how Ona is hers and how Ona’s hot mouth is absolutely devouring her pussy right now. 

The grip Lucy had on Ona’s hand tightened - Ona could tell that Lucy was getting close again. Ona placed her other hand flat onto Lucy’s lower abdomen, applying a weight to pin her down to the bed and stop her hips from rocking up.

Ona keeps playing with Lucy’s clit, making quick darts to her entrance to lap up Lucy’s arousal as her core tightens and twitches from Ona’s tongue. 

“Please, baby. I’m so close,” Lucy whined, hips trying to drive against the weight of Ona holding her down. The action just caused Ona to double down, lips sucking on Lucy’s clit once more, her tongue licking wildly across it as she worked to push Lucy into her next orgasm. 

Toes curled, thighs tensed, and breaths shuddered as the pleasure took over Lucy’s body. Between Lucy’s teeth were her fingers, the moan getting choked back as Ona continued to lick at her. Ona messily lapped up Lucy’s cum, letting out breathy laughs as Lucy twitched through the aftershocks. 

Laughs got mixed with whines as Lucy pushed Ona’s head away, not being able to withstand the overstimulation of Ona teasing her with more touches. 

Ona gives in and stops playing with Lucy, sitting back on her heels between Lucy’s legs. Lucy is an absolute vision. Beads of sweat scattered her forehead, the constellation of red marks around her nipples. Ona wonders how she got so lucky that this woman, this beauty, is hers. 

When Lucy managed to open her eyes again, Ona had moved back to be beside her in bed. Lucy can taste herself on Ona’s lips when she leans in for a kiss. It’s hot, and if she wasn’t so far gone already, she might have begged to be fucked again. 

Ona opened her arms, allowing Lucy to shuffle closer into her and rest on Ona’s chest. 

“I’m yours,” Ona said as she kissed Lucy’s forehead. “I’m yours,” Lucy echoed, snuggling her head closer to Ona.

#ona batlle #lucy bronze #ona batlle smut #lucy bronze smut #lucy bronze x ona batlle #ona batlle x lucy bronze #woso fanfics #woso smut #my writing

[getmeoutofhell]

Mk1 Women NSFW Headcanons part 2

includes: Li Mei, Mileena, Sindel.

part 1

warnings: SMUT! (ofc), pussy eating, degradation, STRAP! usage mentioned, mommy kink and blood kink mentioned, & more i think.

a/n: another WARNING! i added links to dildos to show a better description, just beware. sorry part 2 took fucking forever to do, but i’ve been working on other things. anyways enjoy!

Li Mei:

THIS women treats you so right in bed.

i promise you’ll never feel uncomfortable around her.

she loves feeling your naked body against hers. when you two have sex, it’s very intimate for her, so we wouldn’t want anyone knowing what you guys do when you’re alone if that makes since.

her strap is definitely a blue-ish color (something like this!), and boy does she know how to use it.

some days she’ll fuck you slow, whispering sweet and beautiful words in your ear as she’s inside of you.

“i love you so much, my lovely.” she says to you, as she kisses up your neck.

other days, you’re fucked. literally.

when’s she’s not in the best mood she’ll fuck you like you’re nothing to her, but you have the best orgasms so you don’t mind much.

and also after she fucks you dumb she compliments you. then she eats you out as a reward for being so good. but don’t worry, she reassures you once she’s done to make sure you’re safe.

she eats you out at a slow pace, tasting every inch of what’s hers. sometimes when you’re to needy and want her to go faster, she’ll just slowly lick up your slit over and over again. it drives you fucking insane.

if you guys are out somewhere where people can see you, she’ll check out your surroundings every minute to make sure nobody’s looking at your beautiful body.

if you behave good in public, she’ll give you a reward once you get home. she’ll even maybe let you be in charge. isn’t that great?

just be a good girl for her and you’ll be fine.

she fingers you so good, that you cum so fast every time.

but just imagine her scissoring you and slightly chocking you.

she loves buying you lingerie as a reward also for your good behavior.

she loves morning sex and is the best at it.

if you sit on her lap, you won’t be walking for a few days.

not gonna go into to much detail but you’ll thank me later 😛.

Mileena:

well if we’re talking about mileena after the incident she does a bunch of tongue action.

even when it comes to sex, a bunch of tongue action.

her strap is pink ofc with a spiral texture. (like this!) which has your g-spot touched beautifully.

if she’s pissed off (which happens a lot), you’ll know by how rough she is with you. nothing ever over the top but she’s not gonna be soft.

you’ll also know if she starts getting bossy with you. she might even yell a little bit, but nothing crazy.

you lowkey get pussy drunk with her every time you eat her out. and when she scissors you, you won’t ever get enough of it.

she licks all over your body. like all over. there’s not one spot she hasn’t licked on you. yes, that includes your ass crack, armpits, and feet. she’s a freaky girl.

she loves shoving her long tongue inside of your pussy. the feeling of that makes you lose your mind.

when she does eat you out, it’s very sloppy most of the time. her drool is everywhere. all over her, you, and the bed or whatever surface y’all are on.

she’d be down to try a bunch of kinks with you. you want it done? name it and she’ll do it with you.

she may of may not have a mommy and blood kink. i won’t go into to much detail…unless you want me to. 👀

is she’s horny when y’all are not home, y’all will be fucking anywhere. i’m not kidding. she’s a horny girl who gets horny often.

she’ll pull you into a room or bathroom to have you get her off, you’re fucked either way.

one of her favorite spots to lick you on your body besides your pussy, would definitely be your nipples. she just loves teasing them.

another thing she does in public is when she gets horny, she’ll eye you up and down in a certain way that tells you to come eat her pussy.

whenever y’all make out her tongue always immediately goes down your throat. your pussy loves it very much i tell you.

her fingers are pretty long, so when she fingers you, your legs basically become jelly every time. also, sometimes she makes you look at yourself in the mirror as she fingers you, hopefully you can keep your eyes open!

if you do somehow get to dom her, get prepared for her bickering. she still likes to be in control after all.

Sindel:

well, she does have a mommy kink for starters.

dom. a hard dom at that. she’s always in control of everything, you are her little slut after all ofc!

she wants you to obey her, so if you do that, you’ll be rewarded. she’ll even ride your beautiful face, wouldn’t you like that?

you have the best orgasms with her i swear. she fucks you like a slut.

mommy sindel’s strap looks like (this!), and it has your toes curling every single time. be prepared to get your pussy stretched and fucked nicely.

rough back shots most of the time. if you have hair be prepared.

she loves making you suck her beautiful nipples as she rubs her fingers through your hair (if you have any). god the noises she would make…

she is the queen after all so, if anyone comes near you she doesn’t want…they’re dead. she always immediately assumes the person is only hitting on you for sexual reasons, so she gets jealous.

you want to ride her face? you have to earn it like the slut you are. beg her and maybe she’ll let you. or if you misbehave she’s gonna ride your face and you won’t get any pleasure done to you. so your pussy is just gonna be wet and empty :(

another reward is her eating your pussy. which only happens if you be very good with no mistakes. mommy sindel doesn’t play.

she will sometimes take pictures of her in lingerie or just flat out naked and send them to you as a treat. i hope you enjoy it.

she loves shoving your face in her breast. her pussy gets so wet whenever you do it.

her pussy is perfect. like- actually perfect. and it taste so fucking good. every so often you do something bad on purpose, just so she’ll make you eat her pussy. but she knows when you do.

no one knows about you two. it’s y’all’s little secret, and always will be.

sometimes on missions, she’ll get pretty horny after watching you battle for her. on the way home, she’ll rub her hand on your thigh, letting you know it’s gonna be a wild night.

another thing she does as a punishment, is have you get on your knees infront of her. “who’s your queen?” she’ll ask you. you love it tho.

as long as you behave well and obey her, you’ll be rewarded as a good girl. :)

i hope you sluts enjoyed this. i’ve upgraded with my typing skills as you can see ;)

masterlist

#mk1 x y/n #mk1 #li mei #li mei mk #li mei x reader #mileena x reader #mileena #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #sindel #sindel x reader #mk women #i feel like this was needed to be made.

[torasplanet]

Hellooo! I'm new to your page and to the Blue Lock Fandom. I was wondering if I could get some headcannons on what boys you think would have a black gf and how they would interact with her and her family. I hope this is okay! I haven't been able to fully check the rules yet, so I understand if it's not something you want to do. I love your page ✨️

❝𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐅.ᐟ❞

BLLK. MEN + BLACK! F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; blue lock boys with a black gf and meeting her family !!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; fluff, skin color is not mentioned but black reader, that mean ass auntie everyone has in chigiris and i think sae’s , that’s it i think and ignore how every scenario has something to do with food, i’m a fatass

YOICHI ISAGI

come on now… ik y’all saw this one coming

i feel like isagi is that boyfriend that loves soul foodddd, like i’m talking he will beg you for it everytime you cook

he could eat an entire pan of cornbread after a rough practice i’m telling you and maybe a lil chili on the side

everytime you get your hair done, he always looks at you like he’s never seen you before and you were light itself

“wow that’s so good! i saw this one style on instagram, you should get it.”

when it comes to meeting your parents, he’s literally shitting himself and on top of that, you chose to bring him to meet your family during easter so that means all your family was there

and they all saw him being so fucking competitive with the little kids to get the eggs, it started as a game but then the little kids started calling him poop head and he cannot let that go

speaking of, he is a baby magnet. all your little cousins wanted to play with him

“hi…i’m yoichi.” isagi muttered while standing beside you nervously with a red solo cup in his hand full of a caprison, he didn’t know if he was allowed to get the sodas. your baby cousin told him only for adults.

your mom smiled at him with a laugh “nice to meet you, i hear good things about you.” she says and isagi nods while trying not to seem too nervous as your dad hasn’t said anything yet. “yeah, nice to meet you man.” your father says raising a fist for a fist bump.

isagi smiled non-nervously for the first time and returned the fist bump. you leaned on his side comfortingly but the conversation was cut short when your baby cousin ran up and tapped your boyfriend’s leg. “play with me! help me find eggs!” she yelled jumping up and down and isagi looked at you for approval and you nodded before watching the two scurry away toward the yard.

“better start cooking, he’s gonna work up an appetite.” your mom said to your dad with a laugh making a deep belly chuckle come from him while you sweat-dropped. isagi could be really competitive when he wanted to and lord knows that those little kids took this egg hunt seriously. he was gonna be the designated babysitter for the rest of his life.

and wouldn’t ya know it? five minutes later, all you hear is isagi screaming with your younger cousin at all the other ones “move you little shit. it’s mine.” he grumbled pushing a 7 year old to the ground to get the egg but when they tried snatching it out his hand, he picked them up and started to threaten them to their face.

“yoichi!” you yelled from the porch glaring at him to tone it down and he sighed and dropped the child but only whispered his threats now. ever since then isagi loved going to your family gatherings, he likes the children games.

SAE ITOSHI

sae is a traveling man, he’s all over the world so he’s vaguely familiar with dating women of all different races

he likes taking you on dates and spending hella fucking money on you

that being said, he likes to pay for all the things you want. he likes to pay for your hair, the products, your clothes, if you want your nails done, he’ll drop a band right there for whatever design you want

sae kind of has a fascination with your body also, like whenever you get out the shower he likes to rub lotion and whatever other products you use on you but not in a sexual way

that’s just a gen hc but whatever

sae really likes to watch you do your hair, not because he doesn’t know anything about it, he just really likes to watch. it’s also good for you because whenever you get too frustrated he just calms you down and says he can get someone to do it if u want

really bad at doing your hair and not just curly hair, any type of hair. straight, kinky, wavy, it’s doesn’t matter bc the most he can do it probably a ponytail

anyways he’s probably very chill about meeting parents, he’s a very classy guy so he has nothing to worry about especially bc he met them during christmas, so he bought hella gifts

that being said, he’s also not going to let any disrespect to you slide

sae stacked two plates with macaroni and cheese, turkey, greens and other foods he knew that you liked as he occasionally said hi to the people that passed by him in the kitchen. once he was finished he trodded over to the living room where you sat chatting among your family while trying to avoid the children running around.

he swiftly dodged one of the soccer balls he got one of your nieces as a gift and made his way to you and your mom. “here baby.” sae muttered handing you your plate and then your mother hers. you thanked him with a smile but the smile didn’t last long when you heard the huff of your aunt beside your mom.

“honey, i feel so bad for you. you had to make her plate.” your aunt said with a small chuckle as the boy sat next to you with a confused look on his face. “why is that a bad thing?” he asked already not liking where this conversation was going. the entire car ride, you were complaining about this aunt and how annoying she was toward you but how you never said anything.

you grabbed his hand to tell him to just let it go but you should’ve known better, if you weren’t going to do something, he was going to do it. “well you’re the man, she’s supposed to be serving you.” sae rolled his eyes very obviously with a ‘ugh’ leaving his throat.

“if i’m the man i should be serving her. she shouldn’t have to move an inch.” he muttered glaring at your aunt and looking her up and down with disgust and that’s when you decided to stop it. you put your hand on the side of his face and turned it toward you to whisper in his ear. “be quiet.” you muttered and he only rolled his eyes again.

you took a spoonful of food and shoved it in his mouth before kissing his cheek to thank him for standing up for you. “you’re annoying.” sae said beneath his breath and you just told him “thank you.”

RYUSEI SHIDOU

idk how to explain it but i don’t think you being black would change how he acts in the relationship

he buys you things, clothes, food, anything you’d like

doesn’t care much for your hair and not in a disrespectful way it’s just he wouldn’t get it if you said it looks bad when it looks perfectly fine to him??

does like watching you do your makeup and commenting that your concealer shade is so much lighter than you and laughing about it (he barely understands shit abt makeup unless it’s eye makeup)

when meeting your parents, he was not nervous but you warned him that he needs to tone it down just a bit afterall this is the first time they’re meeting him

he didn’t want to do it but he did because you asked him to although despite this, he still fits right in with your uncles

and not the sports fanatic uncles, the uncles that try and upstage each other during every family gathering

you watched as shidou laughed with your uncles in the backyard, all of them with a drink in their hand due to new years just coming around merely minutes ago. “you play soccer right? must be flexible as hell.” one of your uncles asked shidou as they lightly punched him on his shoulders while he laughed.

this was shidou’s opportunity to show out. to show how flexible and amazing he was and of course, he’ll never miss an opportunity to show off his talents. “hell yeah i am! watch this.” he mutters making motions for everyone to make room for him and they did. seconds later, shidou began to do a backflip that just turned into him doing other flips until he felt like stopping.

“wooo!” “damn man!” the men whistled as they gathered around your dear boyfriend who just laughed extremely loud. then his stomach started to growl and he immediately looked over to you who watched the entire ordeal “babydoll!” the tanned man shouted immediately gaining your attention. “can you get my plate please?” he asked still yelling. usually you would’ve told him no and that he can get it himself but he was having so much fun, so you nodded and went inside to get his plate

when you came back from retrieving his plate, he was sitting at the table on the porch waiting for you breathing heavily. “you have fun over there?” you asked sitting next to him and he nodded with a laugh “yeah and now i’m hungry, feed me.” shidou said with his words coming out as a jokingly beastly sound making you grin.

“nah, you have hands.” you said pushing the plate toward him but he let out a groan as he threw his head back. “my bones hurt.” you sighed at his pleading and picked up the fork before scooping mac and cheese on it and of course, shidou had to give you instructions. “get some of the barbecue from the ribs on it.”

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI

pretty much a combination of everyone on this post

child magnet, parents love him, uncles love him, just really loved by your family overall

he likes soul food but mainly the desserts, he loves that shit

kunigami doesn’t really know how to do your hair but he tries his best but he’s really good at doing your edges for some reason…

knows so much about you that he can go into the beauty supply store and they recognize him and already have all your skin stuff ready

unlike everyone else on this list, he met your family when they came to one of his things and even tho he talked to them for only a few minutes, he managed to make them accept him into the family already

kunigami sat in the empty locker room drinking out of his water bottle with heavy breaths leaving his throat. the game was very stressful but it was fine because he saw you in the stands cheering for him like always with the addition of your parents.

his attention turned to the door when he heard it opening and he saw you and your parents standing there with smiles on your faces, you had on one of his extra jerseys with a corny smile. “you did so good!” you screeched hugging him as your parents laughed at how excited you were.

“i’m not a huge soccer guy but you are good.” your dad said walking over and putting his back comfortingly making kunigami smile. then came your mom with a styrofoam box in her hand. she practically forced it into his hands “here, i thought you’d need it after allat running.” she said and your boyfriend smiled not overwhelmed one bit with all the attention.

kunigami opened the box and ate a spoonful of one of the food portions and immediately hummed in delight. “mhm! this is so good. you either have to give me the recipe or make me my own tray.” the ginger boy said with a hearty smile on his visage.

you kissed his cheek “okay we’ll leave you to get dressed, see you after.” you said with a smile before you and your parents walked away with kunigami bidding his goodbyes to the both of you. safe to say, they loved him.

HYOMA CHIGIRI

just like he’s obsessed with his hair, he’s obsessed with yours

like obsessed obsessed, if he didn’t know how to do your type of hair before, he learned how to like he might as well be your hair stylist because he can do whatever style

silk press, ponytail, simple straightening, literally you name it and he can do it. certain hairstyles he can’t exactly do well like box braids and shit, you’re better off going to someone else but still

if you wear wigs, he knows how to lay that shit DOWN. and by this i mean he watched so many tutorials and can only glue it. so don’t expect him to do the whole thing

beauty supply store knows him by name, he’s always in there buying stuff for you (and him) like he knows everything you need and use. mielle, carols daughter, he knows it all

he also likes when you do his hair, he really likes when his hair smells like yours because of the oil but don’t fw his shampoo. he got that routine down.

he wasn’t nervous meeting your parents, he didn’t really care too much for it so he went there and acted like his usual self. his pretty princess self.

“c’mon get on that grill, show us whatcha got.” your dad said slapping a hand on chigiri’s back that hurt a lot more that he’d anticipated. he looked at your dad and your uncles standing around him unaware of you watching from the porch.

kids ran around wanting to light the fireworks for fourth of july already as you sat next to your aunt. “when are you going to get a man? it’s been years [y/n]?” she asked turning toward you and you looked at her confused while trying to figure out what she meant by that.

“he’s right there, what are you talking about?” you asked tilting your head and your aunt merely scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “please, he looks like a girl and can’t grill nuthin’.” your aunt said a little too confident for someone that’s been single since you were little. “he doesn’t cook with his hair down.” you said with your nose scrunched up irritated as if he was the devil, chigiri appeared in front of you with a sheepish smile.

“hey babe, hope i’m not interrupting anything.” the redhead said looking between you and the older woman and you gave her a passive aggressive smile before turning back to your boyfriend. “not at all, what’s up?” chigiri smiled and turned around with his back facing you.

“can you put my hair up? i’m gonna cook.” chigiri asked and you hummed in response before beginning to put his luscious locks into a high ponytail with the hair tie on your wrist. “thanks babe, come over with me. i miss you.” chigiri said turning around and kissing your cheek. the whole reason he was asking you to come over there was because he could clearly see your hatred for your aunt in this moment.

plus he really did miss you. “okay, bye.” you said waving to your aunt not even looking at her before you and chigiri walked off the porch and to the grill. your aunt did not like him but after he cooked the food, your dad did.

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[soursturniolo]

boyfriend hcs (sfw & nsfw) • chris sturniolo

boyfriend chris

- talking stage would last a long time with him. he wasn’t really looking for a relationship when you both met but as he got to know you and got closer to you, things changed for him.

- I feel like it would really take something happening to make him realize like ‘oh shit I really care about her, I want her to be mine’. it’d probably take him hearing you talk about some other guy or you just calling him out about feeling strung along for him to make the jump to dating.

- once you’ve labeled it and talked about everything and decided to be official though? he’d be so damn good to you.

- kid is goofy as hell. you’d always be laughing with him. either him saying something crazy or funny or doing something out of pocket would have you both dying.

- that doesn’t mean he can’t be serious though. he understands time and place and if there’s ever a serious discussion that needs to be had, you have his full and undivided attention.

- music is really important to him and a big part of his life. he’d LOVE having a collaborative playlist on Spotify where you both can add songs you like that make you think of one another.

- LOVES pda. Gives no fucks. Always holding and kissing on you, as long as that’s okay with you of course.

- “hey mama” started as a joke but it’s now how he greets you half the time. The other half he’s calling you babe or just your name.

- seems like such a player but fr is such a gentleman with you and makes sure you know he only has eyes for you.

- shows you off any chance he gets. someone doesn’t know who you are? Don’t worry he’s pulling up your insta real quick. and always emphasizing that you’re HIS girl.

- so proud of you and your accomplishments. give the man a megaphone. don’t worry he’s got one ordered.

- values your opinion so much. goes to you for advice and opinions on things often.

- likes staying in just as much as going out. sometimes you both just stay in and watch a movie while cuddled up in his bed or on the couch, other times you go places like top golf or the movies. either way, you’d always be having so much fun.

- doesn’t play with you. if he hears someone saying some disgusting or disrespectful shit about you he’s shutting it down immediately.

- this man loves being the little spoon. I said what I said. loves to lay on you with his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

- possessive af. If he catches a man staring at you like you’re a piece of meat at a party he’ll put his arms around you and pull you in, kissing your head while he literally glares daggers at the man.

- at the same time, super chill about you having male friends. not weird about it like some guys are. he trusts you and isn’t worried, he knows he’s got your heart the same way you have his.

- protective in really cute ways. the kind of dude to see you bend down under a table or near a corner to pick something up and he immediately covers it with his hand to make sure you don’t bonk your head coming back up. If you’re walking in downtown LA he’s always got to be the one closest to the road. always checking in on you at events and parties you guys go to, making sure you’re not overwhelmed or uncomfortable

- overall just a sweetheart fr, even with all the dirty jokes he makes

NSFW content below!! Stop here if you don’t want to read.

bedroom chris

- ass man all day everyday. LOVES when you wear skirts or dresses that hug you and show it off just right.

- you wore a sundress one day and this man almost had a stroke right then and there. sundresses are gods gift to anyone attracted to women and he felt blessed that day fr. it just showed off your curves so well and he really liked that it gave easy access.

- you called him daddy once as a joke, thinking he’d gag or laugh. instead, he leaned in and asked you to say it again in such a sexy raspy voice. you were the one gagging later.

- loves doggy style. it’s the go to, he loves being able to spank you and grab your ass. but he’ll never say no to you riding him.

- talks absolute FILTH. whispers in your ear about just how he’s going to take you, how good he wants to make you feel, how sexy you are, how he wants to hear your scream for him, how your his and his only.

- begs you to sit on his face. And he doesn’t like any of that hovering bullshit, no. You tried that once and he grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit down on his face so quick and held you there until you finished. he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven when you’re on his face with your fingers in his hair shuddering and moaning and he gets to pleasure you and have a literal front row seat to watching you finish.

- really enjoys aftercare!! always making sure you’re cleaned up and situated before worrying about himself, especially after a rougher night.

- smirking and so smug when your legs are sore the next morning, he takes it as a job well done. but fr he’ll offer to massage your legs or back to make you feel better, he doesn’t want you in pain.

#chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fanfiction #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets fanfiction

[1for5]

yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

materlist

chapter 7

“you know y/n, at this point i just think that you have a liking for me. if you don’t then.. why is my name and jersey number at the back of your shirt?”

y/n’s eyes widened, and check the name at the back of her shirt. it said bueckers with the jersey number 5. she immediately explained that aubrey gave it to her.

“i do not have a crush on you! don’t be so much of an assumer. aubrey gave it to me” y/n denied. “i left the shirt?” paige asked aubrey, furrowing her eyebrows. “think so. didn’t know that it has a name at the back..” aubrey explained nonchalantly and grabbed her phone. paige and y/n just shrugged it off, and waited for the game to start.

in a groupchat, the messages were going wild.

nika

AUBREY YOU’RE SO DONE

aubrey

atp why can’t they realize they love messing with each other because they want each others attention 🤦‍♀️

azzi

you’re so smart aubrey i love you

nika

cant believe we have to do their own first moves

kk

LIKEEEEE

never seen paige so happy when she messes with y/n

ice

paige is literally stopping her smile right now 😭

q

and i thought y/n is a psychology student 🤷‍♀️


the messages stopped after awhile just before as the game started. everyone had fun, the team jumping when the uconn team makes a point, and shouting uconn chants every now and then.

after the football game, uconn fortunately won, and everyone’s school spirit were showing. the women’s basketball team all decided to get uber eats and eat at paige and azzi’s dorm.

when they arrived at the dorm, y/n asked the team if she can leave, as she didn’t want to feel left out due to the fact that she isn’t part of the team or even as active as them in sports.

everyone started saying no, they all genuinely wanted y/n to be there. she is always a good company.

the team ordered wingstop, and thought of what to do for the night. some suggested karaoke, dance battle, but truth or dare (or shots) won for the night, everyone was just in their mood to feel oozy.

the food finally arrived, and they all immediately started to eat. after some time, azzi brought beer, tequila specifically.

play: anytime by sza

“okay lets get this party started!!! we have a very very special guest today….. y/n!” azzi playfully said. everyone got hyped and started the game.

“okay so truth or dare. if you don’t want to answer the question or do the dare, you get a shot” nika explained, and got a water bottle to spin. she then spinned, and the bottle’s cap pointed at kk.

“KK!!!!” everyone laughed. “truth or dare boo” aaliyah asked. “dare boo!” kk answered. “okay.. we dare you to sing a cover and send it to coach geno!”

kk was up for it, and sang saturn by sza to coach geno via dms, with many voice cracks and flat notes. everyone was laughing and having fun, with kk being proud of herself. coach geno replied when he got the message, and sent a “😂” and a “just stick with basketball.”

kk now turned the bottle around, which pointed at aubrey. “im choosing truth!” aubrey exclaimed. azzi had a question in mind, and asked who aubreys current liking was. aubrey got shy and answered that she’s been eyeing a junior in the uconn women’s volleyball team.

everyone was shocked, asking if they have talked already or how aubrey discovered her. “nah uh, only one question per turn!” aubrey didn’t ask answer questions, spinning the bottle.

it pointed at paige, with her choosing dare. the team then asked her to text her ex an “i miss you.” paige was always one who does dares, but for this one time, she hesitated. paige wasn’t sure why.

“uhm the girl from lsu?” paige asked, giving her time tho think about it. “duh! she’d always be there whenever we have games and still cheered for uconn even if she’s from lsu” ice mentioned. paige now decided to not send a text, she didn’t want to associate herself from love interests. she didn’t want y/n to witness that, and she didn’t know why.

“i dont know ice, i’ll drink this shot” paige

drank her shot, and everyone in the room felt silent.

do-do you even know im alive?

this was their first time seeing the person who never drinks for a game actually drinking because of a game. either way, the team didn’t force paige and continued to have the fun atmosphere.

paige looked around, and saw y/n get up, maybe getting more snacks. paige is now starting to realize how pretty y/n was. paige thought that the “y/n” effect was coming from y/n wearing her jersey. it just simply felt weird for someone in the team (or atleast close to the team) wear her jersey. but she felt nothing when kk wore it.. or when nika wore it.

paige shrugged off the feeling, and spinned the bottle. the bottle pointed at nika, who chose dare. kk had a “good” idea in mind, which was to have nika film a tiktok, as she isn’t always in the team’s tiktoks.

nika groaned but got up, and kk then showed her an easy tiktok dance. y/n and the team then decided to all join her which ended in pure chaos and fun. after the tiktok, everyone got back at their seats still laughing.

nika spinned the bottle, and it now pointed at y/n. y/n said truth, and people were contemplating on what to ask her. q then got an idea, “in the team, who would you like the kiss the most.” q asked. a bunch of “OOOOs” followed.

do-do you even know im alive?

y/n wasn’t sure. scratch that, she was scared. her first thought was paige. she didn’t know what to feel and do, since she thought that she had always disliked the basketball player. was she into paige the whole time, using her “dislike” antics to get paige’s attention?

y/n was taking awhile, the others already asking the same question. instead of answering, she drank her shot instead. everyone was saying “AWWWs” and “NOOOOs.”

the psychology student looked around and saw paige looking at her, like the basketballer didn’t know whether to be happy or not, but y/n just shrugged it off, just like paige.

after many rounds of truth or dare, everyone is either tipsy or wasted. it was around 1am, and they all decided to call it a day night. it was late, and most didn’t seem to be in their proper minds and behavior (some were just really lazy) to come walk back to their dorms, so they all decided to have a sleepover.

y/n was positioned on the couch. everyone said their goodnights, and close the lights. y/n tried to sleep, but with the many thoughts in her mind she cant. she thought about her research, which was due in a month, stressing her out.


she then thought about paige.

do you even know im alive? do you even know?

she can’t comprehend as to why she loved messing around with paige, and why she loved seeing paige give her a negative reaction, but from all these experiences, why was she the first girl she thought of kissing?

after an hour of y/n just looking at the ceiling, she finally got sleep.

-

in the morning, y/n was awoken up by many notifications, with kk and azzi being on their phones and screaming. “goodmorning guys, what happened?” y/n asked, stretching her arms.

“brace yourself, you can scream as loud as you want since it’s just us three. the others went to dunkin and bought breakfast, they might take time” kk explained.

azzi gave y/n her cellphone, with a post from uconn’s freedom wall.

uconn freedom wall entry #0105

paige and y/n are dating. the uconn wbb went to the football game, and y/n was with them. she was wearing paige’s jersey shirt. they weren’t seated beside each other, but they kept on glancing at each other, i was near their seat. can’t believe a freshman bagged paige bueckers 🤷‍♀️

comments:

huzkieeees: explained their nonstop bickering

paigefan: NOOOOO

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zo’s notes: hope you guys enjoyed! sorry for being ia

taglist: @h34rtsformilli @imsobabygiirl @aerinaga @pinkandlilacroses

#Spotify #paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #wlw #paige bueckers x reader

[umeoniii]

AOT WOMEN + hange as pervs! Please

aot women & hange as pervs

mikasa , hange , annie , pieck , sasha

♪( ´θ｀)

mikasa:

she’s a perv on the low. she’s not super crazy though. and by this i actually quite literally mean it. she’s a very good girl. the most she’ll do is like look up your skirt but then it’s bcs the skirt is kind of flowy. the most “pervy” thing she’ll do is have sexual thoughts of u or touch herself thinkin about u.

hange:

NOW HANGE. she’s the reiner of this one. the restraining order is writing itself. she’s not even a perv, she’s a creep. okay im over exaggerating it a bit though… she’s thirsty as well. SUPER thirsty. super slick with her actions as well. she gets super close, like all over you. it gets passed off as the ‘super touchy friend’. ass, crotch, boobs, stomach, IM TELLING U somehow, SOMEHOW, she’s gonna find a way to touch it. if you are dating her it’s even worse, shame is a word she’s never heard of. says the most outlandish things ever spoken, her actions likewise.

annie:

she’s a low-key perv too. she doesn’t keep it too obvious that her eyes aren’t looking at yours but instead your… “heart”. tries to act as if she’s not, literally belittles u whenever you accuse her of staring at u oddly. her expressions are misleading though. she could easily be checking you out but instead it looks like she’s judgmentally looking at u which just makes u feel worse. i guess it’s good u don’t know what she was actually doing though

pieck:

she’s more obvious. i feel she might not even care tbh. bcs she’s smooth. she’ll slip in a nice compliment about your body and it’ll be taken as a compliment or a quaint joke. though it literally wasn’t. it could be something like “i’ve just now noticed how nice your boobs look” with a neutral expression. and she’s very observant of stuff but like i said she’s actually smooth with it so you’ll never ever know how she actually acts.

sasha:

CRAZY. oh my goodness. she’s not slick with it NOT AT ALL. gosh you literally can tell too, she doesn’t try to hide the perv side.. like she’ll tell you straight up. very touchy, slaps your ass all the time, holds your breasts a lot. she DOES NOT care. obviously if you aren’t even friends she’s not gonna touch you so daringly. but she will sneak a few glances and gropes… but since she’s “silly and goofy” it’s kind of kicked under the carpet.

♡

a/n: at the end of everything im posting is gonna b a personal apology to the anon for taking 2+ months to reply to these requests. if u want a short fic abt any of these characters as pervs pls do request it! (*´ω｀*) hope u guys enjoy it!!

#umeswritin!~ #aot imagines #attack on titan #aot hcs #aot x reader #aot smut #aot hange #hange x reader #hange attack on titan #mikasa attack on titan #snk mikasa #mikasa smut #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa x you #mikasa headcanons #annie leonhart #annie x reader #aot annie #snk annie #annie leonhart smut #annie leonhardt headcanons #annie leonhardt x reader #sasha braus headcanons #sasha x reader #sasha braus x reader #sasha braus smut #sasha aot #pieck x reader #pieck smut #pieck aot

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Damn, you felt sore. Almost every part of your body ached. Last thing you remembered was, you were behind the school because you've received a note to meet someone there, just like the many you got like every other week. It's always the same corny love confession, and you always respond with the same answer,

"Oh, I already have a lover. Thanks for the thought though." You say and walk away.

But this time, it was something you never would've expected. It was a girl this time but that wasn't the new part, you've had even girls confess to you. It was she started talking about,

"You just think you can do whatever you fucking want just because you're pretty." She said in a spiteful tone,

You grimaced knowing what type of girl she already was. She was a bitch, not the good kind. She was green with envy of any girl who tried to outshine her. You snickered,

"You think I'm pretty, why thank you <3." You dropped the smug remark, rolling your eyes playfully.

You started walking away, not wanting to waste your time with some girl who has nothing to do then shit on other women who are living their lives. Jealousy really is a disease, and an ugly one. But suddenly you stopped in your tracks when she shouted,

"YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST STEAL HIM AWAY FROM ME, YOU BITCH!"

Turning to her, annoyance bubbling up inside you as you spat back at her,

"What the hell are you talking about, steal who?

"HARUKI SENPAI, YOU SEDUCED HIM!"

She saw your furrowed eyebrow and crooked smile, before you burst out laughing, hugging your stomach,

"PFFT, BAHAHA! OH MY GOSH, REALLY!? THAT UGLY GUY CONFESSED TO ME."

Taking a deep breath before wiping the small tears in the corners of your eyes,

"Okay, so you're yelling at me because your man-wait no- CRUSH asked me out. Sounds like you should keep him in check rather than attacking me. You know, that's a really bitchy move. There's a special place in hell for insecure hoes like you who put down other women."

You felt bad for her, she was trying so hard for this guy's attention to the point of coming at other girls. That's so...pathetic. You saw how her malice expression faded into a sadistic smile, then you caught the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You gasped at the realization, turning halfway when you felt the sharp pain in the side of your head. One of her friends had snuck up on you then at the moment you put your guard down, she struck you with a metal pipe.

RIP my man...Shinichiro

You weren't sure how long you've been knocked out for, but once you woke up it was night time. And you were met with two afros you were oh-too-familiar with.

"Hey Souya, it's alright. She's opening her eyes, there's no need to cry." His older brother, Nahoya, tried to comfort him.

Souya hasn't stopped crying ever since they got the first glance of your almost lifeless body on the floor. He never ran so fast to check up on somebody, pulling you into his arms and light shaking you to wake up. Begging you to.

"Hey Soso, baby, you're kinda squeezing the life out of my ass right now." You managed to gasp out,

He quickly let you go but both of his hand were still on your shoulder,

"Who...who did this Y/n. I'll fucking kill-" He started, his voice dripped with malice and rage.

Tears were running down his face, Nahoya had warned you about Angry's tears. No matter what, don't make him cry. You cupped his face, catching him off guard. You took a good look at him before gently wiping his tears away and leaning in and kissing his wet cheeks, You giggled a little at the small blush that became visible on his now hot cheeks. He was such a kind soul. He was one of the rare people who truly had a good heart. You weren't sure how hard you fell for him until now.

"Why are you crying dummy, I am literally right here in your arms."

You feel relieved once you see his tears stop running like a speeding river. You continued by kissing his hands,

"I told you before, your tears are precious to me, baby. Mm, I love you so much." You whispered, your voice sugarcoated as you pulled him into your arms, holding him lovingly.

He sniffed and struggled to talk because of his constant gasps,

"Shh, it's gonna be alright. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breath, angel. Yeah, that's it. Are you calm now?" You whispered near his ear, rubbing his back and gently caressed his hair.

He nodded,

"I-I tried, I really did! But you were hurt and bleeding!"

"I know, baby. I know, and it's okay. I'd never ever blame you, love. Also c'mon, I bleed like every month. I think I can handle this." You joked,

You heard his muffled laugh when he had his face rested in the crook of your neck.

You were too focused on Souya, notice the way Nahoya took the hint and left you two to the comfort of your own presence.

...

The walk home to patch you up was sweet. Souya offered (demanded) to carry you all the way to your house. It was relaxing, he smelled nice, and he was warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck getting more comfortable when you pulled him closer resting your head on his shoulder.

"Souyaaaaaaa, I love youuuu. You're so sweet and make me so happy." You whispered, dragging out some of your words.

He was glad you weren't looking at him. You would tease the freak out of him if you saw the way he blushed hard at your harmonious voice. You raised your head, facing him. You snicker at his flushed face,

"You're so cute when you blush." You purr, biting your lower lip a little.

You moved your face closer to his, brushing your lips against his. It was a deep and affectionate kiss. You lost yourself in his warmth, treasuring the sensual moment. Pulling away to take a shaky breath. You sunk back into his arms, a smile tugged on your swollen lips, and let your eyes rest, getting sleepy.

After a moment you heard a small chuckle. You open one of your eyes, staring up at him,

"Hmm, what's up?

"I just remember talking with my brother about something."

"Oooh, tell me! Tell me!"

"He said you were a lot like a tootsie pop."

"The sucker. pfft-why?"

"You always act so tough on the outside but you're really such a softie."

You got flustered and a tad bit angry,

"dammit Nahoya, I'll shove my foot up your ass next time I see."

Ate a whole bag of tootsie pops while writing this

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyorev #souya x reader #souya x y/n #souya x you #souya kawata #souya smut #angry x you #angry x y/n #angry x reader #tokyo revengers souya #souya tokyo revengers #souya tokrev #angry smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #nahoya smut #kawata twins #nahoya x reader #souya kawata smut #kawata souya #angry #souya fluff #souya imagines #tokrev souya #tokyo revengers fluff

[chiquititaosita]

Maki Zenin x Latina fem reader 🫶🏼🌶️👹

¡! ❞ synopsis: maki x latina reader varying headcanons, with slight mentions of nsfw descriptions, and suggestive writing

osita note: yall im making more soon asap, writing is back in the groove more gay shit coming soon! hope y’all love it @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife @yourrfavzxri @chrollohearttags @chocolatetheoristcloud @sanjis-all-blue @euphofic @roronoaswifey @cookiepie111 @sierae @hqkalon

maki being the girlfriend to write you notes on a sticky note in places you’ll be looking for stuff. “have a good day at work! fuck that bitch (coworkers name).”

Maki who spoils you by buying you food, and even cooking sometimes. She comes to terms with accepting the use of vicks vaporub and newspaper cones.

Maki Zenin being the girlfriend that literally checks you out unintentionally, and her sister calls her out.

“You’re checking her out aren’t you?”

“So she’s not your type.” “but that’s my girlfriend.”

“Hey she’s mine back off!” she gets jealous so fucking easily, and is kinda tóxica but we stan it.

You yelling at Maki and slapping her hand with a wooden spoon with a small hit. Then itadori with a PAM! because they attempted to eat your cooking that’s still raw and needs to be cooked thoroughly.

“Wash y’all’s damn hands!!” You’ll be yelling that in Spanish and putting your hands on your hips.

I mean if you you yell at Maki or anyone in español She’s gonna get her pushy wet, call it Niagara Falls up in this bitch.

“AYO THOSE ARE MY TITTIES!!” she’s gonna cover you up if you have a nip slip or a fashion mishap. Or get nobara to help you. She don’t mess with taken women, nobara goes after married men PURR

here y/n is just being fussy; and crying if she gets hurt, “who did this to you!?…” at first in her head she’ll be like oh shit.

“What happened…?” bitch will fight the whole jujitsu society and even risk her life as a sorcerer for you. BECAUSE SHE LOVES YOU SO DEARLY INTO HER HEART.

ms girl loves your cooking and your body with stretch marks and freckles. “And I thought you were my breakfast.”

FaceTimes you when you’re on break, ALWAYS COMES HOME TO YOUR COOKING AND CLEANING. Because she’s never been taken care off because her dads a bitch. she starts showing affection to you slowly.

“i know you’re homesick, so i brought you pan dulce from the panadería.”

“you want me to help you with anything?” she really doesn’t know how to ask you for help, but instead she takes over the whole task on doing it.

“you need to be careful, okay?” overprotective 11/10

cuddles are necessary with her always

she’s always gotta be touching you on your thighs your ass or your titties, even the small of your back

“My girlfriends coming! And she’s gonna kick your ass!” The minute she feels somethings not right! 🏎️ nyooom!! She’s gonna use her cursed objects to find you AND KILL THEM MFS

Maki to the rescue. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She’s gonna kill these bitches with no mercy. Maki has already lost her mother and she can’t risk the chances of losing you.

She calls you mama, princess, baby, y/n love, love, love bug, sunshine.

Actually is learning Spanish for you. Even though it’s easy to understand by how you’re yelling at someone she’s just encouraging you with her hands up having a smirk on her face. “that’s my girl.”

especially for her voice being low and sounding like honey, when she calls you baby. she’s obsessed at how y’all dance together. Mai approves of you 9/10! only because maki didn’t tell her about you sooner.

if your cousins ask maki why her hair looks like mocos, she’ll just just not care. and whisper something super sinister in your cousins ears that’ll leave them terrified, and go back to eating.

kisses with maki are sweet and slow, even passionate at times, of course when it comes to pda she’ll show you off, but when y’all are alone and in private she’s mostly affectionate, and at her most vulnerable state

when you teach her how to flip a tortilla she instantly burns her finger, because the comal was hot. “fuck!” that leaves you to helping her with it. but you or maki wouldn’t change a thing

#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ jjk #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ osita’s maki zenin #maki zenin x latina! reader #maki zenin fluff #x latina! reader #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚jjk headcanons #༊*·˚ ositas master list #mai zenin #maki zenin #zenin twins #jjk x reader #maki x reader fluff #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ositas jjk masterlist #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen

[nhlclover]

blushing sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia's friend points out her and rutgers behaviour, hinting towards mutual feelings

✭ — warnings: literally one curse word, realizing of feelings!!

✭ — a/n: paisley coming in clutch

✭ — word count: 0.48k

Walking down the sidewalk to the coffee shop, Sofia admires the trees that lined the street. The leaves had started to turn bright shades of red and orange, while the air now had a bit of a bite. She was on her way to a coffee shop to meet her friend, Paisley before they went to their children’s literature class.

Stepping into the cafe, Sofia is met with the strong smell of espresso beans. She spots Paisley at a table scrolling on her phone, two coffees in front of her.

“Hey Pais.” Sofia says, setting her bag down on the ground and sitting.

“Hey girl, I got you a coffee.” Paisley replies, sliding the paper cup to Sofia.

Sofia thanks her, taking a sip. “So, how was your birthday?” Paisley asked.

“It was good! Luca had me over at his place and his roommates surprised me with a cake, and then we watched Adams’ game.” Sofia explains.

“Cute!” Paisley grins. “Any fun presents?”

“Luca got me a pair of Birkenstock clogs, Adam sent me a Lululemon gift card, and my parents are sending me something,” Sofia tells her. “And, oh my gosh, Rutger gave me this antique copy of Little Women from 1902, it was so friggin thoughtful.”

“I’m sorry, Rutger gave you an antique copy of your favourite book?” Paisley asks, Sofia nodding in response. A small smile spreads on her lips. “Oh my god, Sofia.”

Sofia furrows her brows. “What?”

“This dude is straight up in love with you.” She says.

“What? No, he isn’t. We’re just friends, trust me.”

“Well, I think he likes you as more than a friend.”

“Paisley, please.” Sofia chuckles. “He’s also Luca’s teammate, he knows Luca would kill him if he even checked me out.”

“Okay, whatever you say Sof.” Paisley shrugs, sipping from her cup.

Sofia furrows her brows, scanning her friend's doubtful face. “Why do you think he likes me?”

Paisley chuckles. “Okay, he started reading your favourite book just so he could talk to you about it, he remembers your complicated coffee order, and now he just bought you a probably expensive ass book for your birthday when he’s only known you a month!”

Sofia runs through all those memories in her head. Every one of them made her heart swell.

“And babe, it’s obvious you like him too.” Paisley adds.

“It is?” Sofia asks.

“Girl you immediately blushed when you brought up Rutger, then blushed even harder when I explained why he’s in love with you.”

Sofia slightly cringes. “Do you think he notices?”

“I hope he does!” Paisley says. “Then he would make a move.”

Sofia shakes her head, still in denial that Rutger likes her. Paisley lets the conversation change, knowing her friend won’t immediately admit she sees Rutger as more than a friend.

For the rest of the day, Sofia is stuck in her thoughts, dwelling on Rutger’s behaviour and Paisleys' insight.

#sparks fly au! #sofia x rutger #rutger mcgroarty

[yandere-fics]

Pauline Rhune

♡ "My parents invited us to the villa tonight, you better show up or I'll like kick your ass, or something like that." ♡

She's sort of a tsundere yandere, she expects you to be able to just know that dumbass is a term of endearment for her. You might occasionally get her to be honest with her feelings on late nights when she's tired but for the most part you won't get a crumb out of her. She's very sadistic to anyone who she perceives as a threat to your relationship and unlike the others she'll also punish you for not picking better company. Never anything too severe but if you really push it then you'll remember how much of a bully Pauline can be.

♡ "Idiot can't even remember my name. Like do I have to spell it out for you? P-a-u-l-i-n-e R-h-u-n-e. We're literally like the biggest family in the academia." ♡

The Rhunes run the magic academy in the kingdom though Pauline herself can't use normal magic. The Rhune's became embroiled in the academy when their distant ancestor began to study why Rhune's tend to be extremely possessive of their lovers, more so than most in the kingdom normally are. Pauline's field of study is curses, which is the only thing she can cast primarily.

♡ "I'm 26 you freak, god why can't you remember anything today? Do you need your head checked or something?" ♡

She was supposed to get her title and inheritance at 22 but she never met her darling so her parents refused to give it until they were sure she was ready for it so she needs a darling to prove she's ready for the responsibility. She's also very worried that you keep asking things about her, she wants you to be able to remember everything about her cause you're important to her.

♡ "Women if it isn't already obvious, idiot." ♡

She's a lesbian also she would flick you on the forehead for asking when you should know she likes you.

♡ "Ugh you keep asking dumb shit today. I have no job currently cause my family won't like give over my title already, you should know this, dumb dumb." ♡

At the current moment she can only study at the magic academy but once she gets her title she'll likely be an assistant royal mage or perhaps dean of the academy, really whatever life style suits her and her darling more at that point in time.

♡ "I uhm oh- you like actually want to know what things I like? Well I'm like major into curses and shit like that, y'know. I also, likeyourdumbface. Don't ask me to repeat what I said again." ♡

She's extremely diligent with her job which is why she's desperate for the title so she can begin the next step in her studies. She also really enjoys bullying people, even her own darling is not safe from this.

♡ "You're really talkative today, is this gonna be like a permanent thing? You're sort of giving me a major headache. If you have to know, I hate losers." ♡

Don't worry she doesn't think of you as a loser and she loves hearing you speak. She isn't a fan of people since compared to her most of them are losers who are fine coasting by off of their nobility instead of using their nobility to actually do something cool. She's not a fan of clerics since they can dispell her curses and usually she gets reprimanded for cursing someone if they find out. It's not a harsh sentence but she still feels like she should be able to curse whoever she wants.

♡ "I'm like pretty smart if that's what you're asking? I mean shouldn't it be obvious that I'm brimming with talents? There's no need to ask what I'm good at since I'm totally amazing anyways." ♡

She's very talented at cursing people and convincing people to be her lackeys. She knows how to find the right person for the right task which is how she found you to pretend to be her darling in front of her family, unfortunately for her she was too good at finding a fake darling since the fake became real quickly.

♡ "Come on, we've been meandering too long, they'll be like totally pissed if you keep them waiting any longer." ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #my oc pauline

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Can you give a brief description of namjoons wife escaping and why? Cruel intentions

I was going to make it brief but - then I decided to make a full length fic about it from start 🥲 so hopefully this isn't too much 🤣 Cruel Intentions (part 6) coming soon 🥹

Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime

Namjoon finds you captivating - but for the sake of his pride, ego and heart, he sure as hell hopes you are who you say you are. However, you aren't a foreigner coming from the States to Korea as a stripper - you're an Undercover detective coming to take down multiple Mafia families in Korea by all means neccessary; Bangtan being your top priority.

Genre: smut, dark, Mafia! Namjoon x Undercover! Reader

Warning: oral sex, hand job, grinding, dirty talk, blood, mentions of death, public sex, creampie, riding, ass slapping, dark themes, violence, hair pulling, choking,

Word Count: 13, 867

"Who's she?" Namjoon questions, eyes watching you - a foreigner no doubt. He leans forward as he watches you from the V.I.P area of the club - an underground club ran by Bangtan in which only those with large pockets could attend.

Jimin picks up the glass of champagne. "Like her?" Jimin smirks. He knows you would be a hit amongst the men in the club. While the woman that worked either in the clubs as dancers and bottle girls or the Brothel as escorts, there was a level of shyness they had. You, however, came from the West - along with a handle of other women.

"She's confident." Namjoon responds, eyes never leaving the way you danced. Confident and popular - having a foreigner in their club only meant you'd be the eye-candy for a bit to feed off whatever fetish these men had. You stood tall and looked them in the eye - an act that women don't often do. "Where is she from?"

"The states." Jimin takes another sip of his champagne. "Recruited from our port in New York. She prefers not to work in the Brothel and instead out in the club area." Jimin glances at Namjoon, his Hyung not blinking as he watches you closely. "And she's good. The amount of money she's made in a few hours is more than what Ari made this month."

Good was an understatement - you were amazing, and it appears as though you were doing the bare minimum and not giving it your all in the slightest. You were a fresh face - and a foreigner at that, it's guaranteed you'll be the talk of the club. If you kept this hype around you, you'd grow to be successful in Bangtan and could probably even work your way up.

"I think you're drooling." Jimin teases, eyes sparkling with mischief. He knows Namjoon's type and it was you - the mysterious foreigner who had the confidence of a leader and beauty capable of taking down any man.

"I think you're seeing things with that big imagination of yours." Namjoon retorts, yet his eyes never leave yours. You're swaying your body quite seductively, lingerie hugging your skin tightly. Your hands run up your hips to your stomach and chest, a seductive smile on your lips.

"You haven't blinked once, Hyung." Jimin isn't judging. Hell, you were a sight to behold. It's a shame that you weren't going to the Brothel - he was sure a night with you would be worth it. However, he was also sure - positive even - that Namjoon had his eyes on you (literally) and you'd be off limits.

"What do we know about this girl?"

"Y/L Y/N." Jimin responds. "Did a background check on her. Estrange from her family and moved from New York." Jimin says as if reading from a physical form of your background check. "When she interviewed with Hobi and I, she said she just wanted to get away from her life at the States and start fresh."

"In South Korea?" Namjoon furrows a brow. You were now on your knees, back arching as you danced. "A long way to get away."

"We don't ask a thousand and one questions while interviewing, Hyung." Jimin rolls his eyes. "She wasn't shady in the slighest and she's sex on legs. She's making us and herself money."

For the first time in minutes, Namjoon looks away from you. He glances at the door where Ji-Yong stands. "Bring her to me." he commands. He lifts the bottle of vodka from the table across from him and pours himself a shot.

"Want alone time?" Jimin questions. "And condoms?"

"I'm not fucking her. She isn't working in the Brothel."

"When has that stopped any of us?" Jimin scoffs. "You're 20 and I can name a handful of women you've had already."

Namjoon sighs and gives Jimin a pointed look. The younger man just shrugs and smirks, sauntering towards the door. As he opens it, Ji-Yong and you are climbing the stairs to enter. "Your girl has arrived." Jimin winks. "I'll let the others know to stay away from her."

Namjoon doesn't respond. Ji-Yong allows you to enter first before bowing to Jimin and Namjoon. You stand at the doorway, unsure what there is to do here with the unknown man.

"Close the door, Ji-Yong." Namjoon commands, and soon it's just the two of you in the V.I.P room. It's a large sitting area that overlooks the entire club, mainly the large dance floor and stage. It has its own private bar and a large couch that lines the walls. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" you respond quickly. Namjoon takes notice that you aren't nervous - you don't lower your eyes or cower at him. He was a tall man, yes, but you've met taller. He was wealthy and you understood he was one of the bosses by the way he dressed and spoke to those around him.

"Sit with me." Namjoon says. It wasn't a question - it was a demand. He sits on the leather couch, legs spread open. He pours two shot glasses - one for him and another for you. He takes hold of the shot glass that has less liquor in it, not going unnoticed by you.

"Okay." you nod. You stroll towards him, heels clicking against the floor. Namjoon doesn't hide his wandering eyes. Your hips sway as you walk, and he ponders if this is how you naturally walk or was it to appease him.

Namjoon is taken aback when you sit in his lap, directly on his crotch. Both of your thighs are on either side of him. You tilt your head, eyes never breaking away from his. "Aren't you going to talk?" you hum. Your fingers trail the hem of his expensive suit.

"You're bold." Namjoon states. He doesn't hesitate in touching you - you're in his lap after all and seemingly made the first move. His hands place themselves directly on your hips.

"Do you want me to get up?"

"No." Namjoon answers, possibly too quick. Yet, you knew his answer before he responded. If he wanted you to move he would've moved you already. "What brings you to Korea?"

"I always wanted to come." you shrug. "See what Korea has to offer. Experience a new culture and eat amazing food."

"How long have you been here?"

"A few weeks." you respond. You trail a finger onto his chin. "You have such pretty lips."

Namjoon clenches your hips. No one's ever complimented his lips before. He was complimented for his looks, sure, and his height and body. Yet, his lips were never one.

"As do you." Namjoon murmurs, his eyes darting to your lips. He notices they're shimmering and glossy.

"Really?" you smile. "Do you want to taste them?"

Namjoon can feel his throat tightening. He was never the one to be tongue tied. He was young yet he had his fair share of women - none of them acted like you. "Which ones?" he retorts, licking his lips.

"Whichever ones you want." you respond without a thought. You were good - and surely not new to this.

Namjoon chuckles. He shifts beneath you, grasping your hips to make sure you don't fall off of him as he leans back into the couch. His eyes never leave yours. "You've danced in a club before?"

You shake your head.

"Are you lying to me, baby?" Namjoon furrows a brow. "You were a natural out there and made more money than my best girls did."

"Maybe I'm just better." you shrug your shoulders.

"How much better?"

"I can show you." you lean closer to his face. "If you promise to show me what you do with your pretty little lips."

"Do you know who I am?" Namjoon's voice deepened to a whisper. "You work under Bangtan which means you work under me."

"I know. Kim Namjoon." you whisper back, lips centimeters from his. "That's rude of me. Do you prefer RM?"

Namjoon would've preferred RM from his men - Namjoon from those close to him. Yet, the way you said his name sends goosebumps upon his arms.

"How do you know my name?"

"You aren't the only one who's done research, baby." It was a risk, yet you were known to take them. Your teeth clasp down on Namjoon's bottom lip and you lightly tugged on it. "I've done my own research on you and Bangtan."

"Is that so?" Namjoon is amused. Whatever a foreigner could know of Bangtan was less to none.

"Mhm." you hum. "I know who stole your product."

Namjoon stiffens. His eyes narrows into yours - eyes dancing with mischief. Quickly, Namjoon wraps a hand around your throat and begins to squeeze. "Who are you?" he demands.

You do the same to him, manicured nails digging into his flesh. With all your might, you push him back enough for his grip on your throat to loosen. "If you want to play rough, you'll have to take me to dinner first." you joke, smirk forming onto your lips. "I'll let you know everything I know...for a price."

"How do I know you aren't lying to me?" Namjoon spats. He's ashamed of himself for harden cock beneath his suit pants.

"How else will I know about your product being misplaced?" you tilt your head. "Or maybe...I know a certain rival Mafia family has set you up. How else would the police suddenly come to your port, steal your product but not arrest those involved?"

Namjoon scans your reaction, taking in your words.

A month prior, one of Bangtans ports was infiltrated by the police. They took nearly all their product before a fight broke out. However, no arrests were made and Bangtan was down severeal million won by the incident.

"I won't ask you again. Who are you?" Namjoon needs to know just who you are and what you wanted.

"I told you who I am. Y/N. A stripper that works in this illegal strip club you're running." you giggle - Namjoon bites the inside of his cheek at your words. "But enough about me. Let's talk about what I want from...you."

"Money?" Namjoon snickers. "How much?"

"You must think I'm such a whore." you sigh. You lean down and rest your forehead against his shoulder. "But no, I don't want money. I want something more."

Namjoon feels your finger place with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"I want you." you admit. "I want you completely. All to myself."

"What do you mean?"

You lift from his shoulder and look into his eyes. "You know what I mean. Don't be daft." you smirk at his, glossy lips appearing inviting that Namjoon just wants to entangle you in a kiss - and have his cock between those same lips. "I want to be your girl."

That's not what Namjoon expects to hear from you. "My girl?"

You nod. "You know. Your girlfriend." You place a finger on his lips. "Someone you take on dates, introduce to your friends and family." you lean to his ear. "Someone you can fuck as much as you want."

Namjoon shudders when he feels your tongue lick along his ear.

"And in exchange - I can be useful to you."

It takes Namjoon a few moments to respond. He needed a way to recollect himself before he did. "How could you be useful to me?"

"I've been in Korea for a short time yet I already know about your issues." you kiss his nose, not caring about the consequences. "Imagine what else I know and could find out."

"What do you get out of this?"

You shrug. "Well, for starters, I get to have you." you respond. "You'll have my loyalty to you and Bangtan. But, I'm not the one to sit around and wait for a man.”

Namjoon furrows a brow.

"I don't want to sit around all day and wait for you to come home and entertain me." you scoff.

"Who says I'll even consider taking you home with me? As my girl at that?"

You give him a look. Then, you're laughing. "Because, baby. If you didn't want me..." you begin to grind in his lap slowly - dangerously slow. "...you wouldn't be hard right now."

You're good. You had him right where you wanted him and Namjoon is embarrassed. He was a man, not an adolescent boy who was with a woman for the first time.

"Like I said. I'm not waiting on you. I want to work directly next to you."

Namjoon snickers. "No woman does that."

"Then make an exception." you retort. "I'm not going to be just any woman. I'm going to be your woman."

"You sound sure of yourself."

"That's because I am sure of myself." you peck his cheek before standing up, pushing his arms off of you. "A powerful man would be nothing without a woman by his side."

Namjoon widen his eyes.

Hoseok gasps.

Taehyung furrows his brows.

Jimin hides back a laugh.

"What's his name?" you hiss, bringing your first down against the officer's cheek - a dirty cop who was in charge of infiltrating Bangtan's port.

"I-I don't-"

You bring down another first against his cheek. The man is tied up and crying now, nose bloody and lips busted. "Don't play games with me."

It took a week for Namjoon to agree to your terms. But, it wasn't in vain. Before he could ever agree to you being his woman and being a crucial part of Bangtan, he had to investigate just who you were. You were an intelligent woman who not only knew her worth, but understood (in a way) the life Bangtan lived.

Seokjin was the one who had done a thorough background check outside of Jimin's - you were clean. There wasn't even as much as a speeding ticket under your name. You lived in New York prior to coming to Korea - he hadn't asked you why Korea out of all of the world, and it couldn't have been what you stated while on his lap.

After your background check was cleared, Namjoon had spoken to his older Hyungs - Yoongi questioned your motive while Jin was more lenient. The ultimate decision was Namjoons - did he want you to be his woman? He was young and didn't necessarily need a woman by his side as of yet, but - you fascinated his mind constantly. Every night he visited the club to see you and each night you sat in his lap and made time stand still.

"They paid 200,000,000 won for us to infiltrate the port and steal the drugs!" the man whimpers. His eyes are wide - shocked as the men behind you. You were a woman dealing in men's business, a rare site to behold.

"Give me a name." you grasped his hair and tugged it. The man falls onto the ground and hisses.

"She's strong." Hoseok murmurs. You were now dragging the police officer across the floor, knocking him into whatever you could to get information out of him.

"And hot." Jimin shakes his head. "A shame you got her before I did." Jimin places a hand on Namjoon's shoulders.

"200,000,000 won to be a mailman?" you pout your lips. "If you won't talk I'll have to go harder with you." you kick the man so now his back was on the ground, eyes staring up at you.

You release a gun from your hip. Namjoon steps forward. "Where'd-"

"I got it from your car. It was left unattended." you answer before he can ask. "Don't worry - I know how to use it." you send him a quick wink before turning back to the quivering police officer.

"She's turning me on not going to lie." Jimin murmurs and all Namjoon does is glare.

You turn off the safety of the gun and place your hands on the trigger.

"SVT!" the police officer screeches. "I-I don't know who exactly, but I know it's SVT."

"Typical for a man to lie to me." you shoot the gun directly above his head. The man's crying now, but you don't care. "Give me a name, sweet cheeks."

"Woozi." the officer screeches, spitting blood beside him. "His name was Woozi. Blond hair, pale skin."

"We know who he is." Taehyung scoffs. "Why would they steal our product when they have their own?"

"Our product is pure." Namjoon responds. "No doubt they're selling and gaining money from our shit." he hisses.

You turn around to face them. "Is that all the information you needed?"

Namjoon nods.

Jimin smiles at you. "You're such a natural." he compliments. "How are you so-"

"Jimin." Namjoon hisses.

"Don't start, hyung. I'm not going to steal her away from you."

You smile at Jimin in return. Then, you aim the gun back at the officer. He widens his eyes and shakes his head.

You fire the gun at his knee. He screeches at the sudden impact of the gun. "No one likes a dirty cop." you pout, feigning sadness. "Now, where's that money they gave you? I know it was cash. If they're bold enough to steal product from Bangtan then they have some sense to not leave footprints to track."

You don't wait for the officer to respond. You begin opening every drawer you could until you see beneath his desk was a black leather bag. Opening it, you smile. "Jackpot." you sing-song, holding it up for Namjoon and the rest.

"Wow." Hoseok is in awe at you. You were ruthless - attractively so.

"Let's go." you hand the bag to Jimin and wrap an arm around Namjoon. "I want to try this new restaurant in Seoul!" you beam up at him and Namjoon could do nothing but nod.

Namjoon opens the back door to the black SUV, allowing you to enter first before he does. He nods his head to the driver before he presses a button on the side of the seats. A privacy window closes and now it's just you and Namjoon as the driver drives back to their destination.

"How are you familiar with guns?" Namjoon asks you. The way you held his gun with such confidence - it wasn't your first time. He was certain you've done this many times before.

"Gun laws aren't as strict in America." you scoff at him. "I'm surprised you have this amount of guns. Where do they come from?"

Namjoon doesn't respond. He eyes you, eyes squinting at you. You only tilt your head at him, a small smile forming onto your lips. "You don't trust me." you state matter-of-factly.

"You come into my life, demand to be my girl then assault a dirty cop." Namjoon snickers - it all sounded just as crazy as it was when he witnessed it. "I'm having a diffult time believing you are who you say you are."

"Understandable." you shrug. "Eventually you'll see that I'm on your side."

"Is that so?" Namjoon furrows a brow. He leans back into the seat and spreads his legs. "How do I know this for sure?"

You bite your lips, an act that doesn't go unnoticed by Namjoon. You placed the gun that was on your hip besides you. You swing your legs around his to sit upon his lap. You place both hands on his cheeks. "Such pretty lips." you smirk - you're teasing him, you know it makes him flustered. "Who else is going to help you bring down SVT and other families who are going to threaten Bangtan?"

Namjoon is amused, so he humors you. "And you know how to take down Mafia families?" he chuckles.

You nod - if only he truly knew who you were. You've taken down many families back in the States while you were still in the Police Academy - it was risky being a rookie, yet you were trusted enough to do the job. You and a handful of other newly graduated from the Police Academy were set out to take out Mafia families in other countries within the organized crime district - South Korea being one of them.

Your mission being undercover could take years, especially when it involved families such as Bangtan that've been around for decades. Their connections spanded outside of Korea and worked throughout Asia, Europe and now in the west - New York being one of the main ports.

Now, you didn't choose to be a stripper - but it brought you a direct invite into Bangtan. You refused to work in the Brothel to get what you needed, but you weren't opposed to sleeping with any of them. You had a job to do and in the end, these men were just that - men. Sex ruled over the male species and you were going to use it to your advantage if needed be.

"Why are you adamant on helping?" Namjoon adjusts you on his lap. He leans into your neck - you smelt of bourbon and sandalwood and it was becoming his all time favorite scent. "Any woman from the club or brothel would be happy with being by my side and outside of the sex business."

"I am happy. Grateful even." you murmur. You kiss his forehead lightly, glossy lips leaving your mark. "But like I said, baby, I'm not one to sit around and wait on a man. It's obvious you need a womans touch."

Namjoon nods his head with a throaty chuckle. "A woman's touch." he leaves a trail of kisses upon your neck. "What does this woman think Bangtan should do?"

"Depends. Does Bangtan have a leader?" Though you're undercover, you still have a job to do. Bangtan is a priority to take down - but the other families would be easier to ruin. They weren't as powerful as Bangtan - their name meaning bulletproof is evident enough of such.

"We have branches." Namjoon swallows - you're grinding in his lap as he speaks. "Our fathers have handed down each branch that was given to them to the next generation - me and my brothers."

"Oh?" your fingers trace his exposed collar bone.

"Uh huh." Namjoon bites the inside of his mouth. Large hands catch your hips to steady as you grind upon him. "No one is higher than the other. Think of the 7 of us as the Main Branch that holds the family together. Those who work with us also have their own families involved, but they'll never be considered the main branch. Makes sense?"

"In a way." you quickened your pace - he was where you needed him to be, talking your ear off. "What does each brother do?"

"You have a lot of questions." Namjoon moans - his cheeks redden.

"I'm helping, remember?" you place a kiss on the corner of his lips. "The last thing rivals expect is a woman taking them down."

Namjoon stops your grinding. You lean back to look into his eyes - they're nearly unreadable. But there is a glint - lust, sure, yet he doesn't fully trust your judgment. You don't blame him, it took you a while to trust people, as well. However, the information you had of Bangtan and the main family was that Namjoon's intelligence exceeded those you worked alongside that were much older than he was. Gaining his trust accessible easily, but you were stubborn and not prone to giving up.

"Hm." you knit your brows. You reach into your back pocket and took out your lipgloss - the same lipgloss that weakens Namjoon's state of mind whenever you wear it.

Namjoon doesn't tear his eyes away when you gloss your lips with the lipgloss and then pucker them up. "Do you want to see my lips wrapped around your cock?"

Namjoon coughs, cheeks a bright red. "W-What?"

You giggle cutesy - there wasn't anything you weren't willing to do to get the job done. As long as you manage to take down families outside of Bangtan to gain the trust of Namjoon and his family, you'd have to use what a man could never turn down. Sex.

"How about we play a little game?"

The backseat of the mercedes was fairly large. You could slide off of Namjoon's lap easily and go between his legs. Your hands tap his belt buckle playfully, waiting for Namjoon to get the hint.

"I'll suck your cock so good that you'll cum for me. On my face or down my throat." you wanted to laugh at the dumb look placed on Namjoon's face. "But, you have to talk and tell me everything I want to know. If you don't then you won't cum."

Namjoon gulps. You're tugging at his belt buckle, not taking anything less than his agreement.

Namjoon was big - no, huge. It surprises you how hard he is and you take a deep breath. The things you do for justice.

Namjoon gasps when you wrap your lips around his tip, tongue swirling in circles. "Talk." you say against his tip, a trail of saliva sliding down his length.

"Jin-hyung...deals with weaponry." he stutters out, closing his eyes. If he was going to speak, he couldn't watch you in action. It's enough for him that you're already doing it plus to hear your slurping and gags was a bonus. "He smuggles them from outside the country and - shit..."

You bring him entirely into your mouth, throat aching yet you had a job to do.

"Yoongi-hyung is known mainly as a hacker. He's taught a few things t-to Tae but..." he clenches his fists. "You're sucking it so good, baby."

Your hand slaps his bare thighs and Namjoon jumps. "S-Sorry." he murmurs. "Hyung hacks into Government programs all around the world. We use what we need for blackmail or eve theft."

Namjoon was a fool in lust, telling you everything you needed to convict them when the time came - all you needed was a little more evidence.

"Hoseok is more hands on. He recruits people - more assassins and snipers as back up. He himself even gets involved if he needs to but," Namjoon takes a deep breath. Your now sucking the tip of his cock while stroking the length. "we try not to get our hands dirty."

So they let their men do most of the dirty work - smart, you'd admit.

"Jimin handles most of our businesses. The clubs and Brothels and he recruited the girls." Namjoon graps your hair. "You have to slow down or I'm gonna cum."

"Not until you tell me everything." you retort, slapping his tip against your tongue. You can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.

"Jimin uses the girls sometimes to get information from our targets. Or he does so himself...he's...known as Himeros. It's guaranteed he can find anything out if needed be."

Jimin appeared as such - a sweet looking boy with a hint of sex appeal. You were off limits now being known as Namjoon's girl - yet you desire to see Jimin in full action.

"Taehyung does light hacking and trafficking. He's also the eyes and ears of Bangtan."

"Like a spy?" you lick your tongue on the side of his cock and Namjoon hisses and nod.

"Y-Yes. Like a spy." he stutters. "He deals with interrogational torture. He will get anything out of anyone. He also trafficks art pieces."

That would explain a series of highly expensive one of a kind art pieces have been reported stolen.

"Jungkook is just coming into the business. He's still a kid, yet he deals with Narcotics and a hefty amount of drugs. Everything is pure - it's what Bangtan is known for."

You conitnued to suck - he deserved to cum, you supposed, for giving you the information needed.

Namjoon closes his eyes once more, fingers tightening its grasp into your hair. You were going at such an alarming speed that hew as sure he was going to cum any second now if you didn't slow down.

"He's still learning after the death of his father, but he's golden." You were unsure of what Namjoon meant by golden, but maybe Jungkook was just a fast learner.

"What about you and I?" you hum. "What would we be doing?"

Namjoon catches the way you mention the both of you. He pushes his head back and twitches. He cums right into your mouth - so much so that you struggle to swallow and a some drips out.

Namjoon is catching his breath when he hears you cough. He pokes one eye open to see you wiping your lips.

"Shit." Namjoon curses. He looks around the backseat for anything he can use to give you, but finds nothing. He takes the bottom of his shirt and wipes your lips. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." you assure. You rest your head against his knee. "So tell me. What would you and I be doing?"

"A little bit of it all. Heists and such of that sort."

"Heists." you hum. "Do you guys rob banks?"

"We rob whatever we feel like robbing. It's something we began doing as a side job. It isn't easy in the slightest - but we always get the job done."

You nod your head. You had enough information for now. "Are we almost to Seoul?"

"We are in Seoul now. But," Namjoon places stray hair behind your ear. "If we're going to be together. You'll have to meet the rest of the family."

"All there is missing is...Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook?"

Namjoon nods. "True. But, we'll start with my mother first."

You frown. "Don't you think that's...too soon?"

Namjoon furrows a brow. "Nothing is too soon. Besides," he smirks down at you. "you already managed to find out valuable information and made me cum all in one hour."

You've never been nervous as you were now. You didn't get nervous - you were known to excel in anything you did. Always the top of your classes in school and remained on top all the way until after you graduated the Police Academy.

However, you also never had a boyfriend. Namjoon was your boyfriend. It felt weird calling him this. To you, this was a job and it all was fake.

However, to Namjoon, it wasn't. You've gained a part of his trust that no woman has as of yet. You proved yourself useful to him by discovering information on their missing product. Not only that, but you weren't afraid of getting your hands dirty. Witnessing you go hard on a man like that turns him on and also makes him proud to say that you were his girl.

Never having a boyfriend meant you never had the experience in meeting their parents - especially their mothers. You had a few friends in your time and all they spoke of was of how their partners mothers hated them, being emotionally far too attached to their sons to not be considered emotional incest. You steer cleared from dating and only rather hooks ups here and there to satiate you when your hands or toys couldn't.

So to say you're unprepared and nervous was an understatement.

Namjoon brings you into the home that belongs to his mother. It's cozy, having a warm feeling upon entering. You catch pictures littering the walls of Namjoon throughout the years and even some familiar faces of Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. The other boys you assumed were Jungkook, Yoongi and Seokjin.

There's soft humming coming from where you assumed was the kitchen. You follow Namjoon, his hands tangled in yours as he brings you to said kitchen. There's a woman who's back is turned, hair cut into a bob and she's currently washing the dishes. There's a pot on the stove boiling and you conclude that she must have known Namjoon was coming.

"Eomma!" Namjoon calls. He lets go of your hand and gives you a look. He then goes to his mother and gives her a tight hug.

You sighed. He had a good relationship with her. The way she wraps him in a tight embrace is possibly the fact that he hasn't seen her in a while.

Her eyes meet yours and you could feel the tension change. Her smile slowly fades as she looks towards you. She glances at Namjoon and murmurs something in his ear.

"This is Y/N, eomma." He nods your way. He gently grabs her wrist and brings her closer to you. "She's my girlfriend."

Girlfriend felt weird coming from his own lips. He doesn't recall ever having a girlfriend - or a girl that he brought home to his mother. He was waiting for whenever he had the chance to meet a woman that was involved enough in his world - and now he has.

You quickly bow when she turns back to you. Americans and Koreans had different cultures and you could try to be respectful while you were in her presence.

"Eomma," Namjoon murmurs. "Why don't you make Y/N and yourself some tea? I have to make a phone call." he suggests and you're mentally screaming at him to not leave you.

When Namjoon leaves the kitchen, his mother turns away from you. She starts the tea just as her son asks and all the while you take a seat at the island table. You inhale, unsure what else to do but wait for Namjoon to return.

When Namjoon's mother turns back around, she places two cups of tea in front of you. Again, her lips curl to the side, but it appears more like a grimance than an actual smile. Yet, you can't blame her - you're a stranger in her home that her son claims to be his girlfriend. Men like Namjoon don't regular bring girls home to their mothers unless they're sure said girls are who they're serious about.

You and Namjoon weren't serious - yet. You're unsure how long you'd be undercover, maybe a year if you're lucky. Taking down Mafia families weren't easy, yet if you used Bangtan to your advantage - it could be as easy as A.B.C.

Namjoon's mother gently pushes the tea towards you. You grab it into your hands, nodding your thanks to her. You take a sip after blowing it. It was surprisingly tasty; enough amount of sugar yet not too sweet. It had a fruit-like taste. You weren't much of a tea drinker to begin with but whatever this was had surprised you.

Namjoon's mother holds out her hands once you drink the rest of the tea. You're unsure what she wants, but her eyes are cast down to your hands. You place a palm into her hands and she immediately begins to touch it, tracing the lines.

"Eomma." Namjoon's voice breaks the two of you out of the trance. "You aren't a palm reader."

Namjoon leans to her level as she murmurs something.

"Is everything...okay?" you ask. She has yet to let go of your palm nor has she spoke actual words to you.

"Yes." Namjoon chuckles, tint on his cheeks. "She thinks she can read palms. Sorry-"

"It's okay." you shake your head. "W-What does my palm say...?" You weren't one to believe in such things, but it doesn't hurt to try.

Namjoon's mom whispers into his ear again and now Namjoon is shaking his head. "Eomma..."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes." Namjoon nods. "She, uh...says your life won't be easy as of yet." You gulp at his words. Your palm begins to sweat and you can feel Namjoon's mother's dark eyes on you.

Namjoon sighs when his mother takes his own hands in her own. She glances between both of your palms.

"What's she-"

"She's reading our marriage line now." Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Eomma..."

Namjoon's mother drops your hands and goes to speak to her son once more. You wipe your palms - not sweaty because of the weird palm reading of your future - against your pants.

"She says..." Namjoon turns to you. "...that we'll have a successful marriage."

You laugh dryly. You didn't want to be rude to his mother, but there was no way in hell you were marrying this man. She was correct with stating that your life won't be easy. You were beyond fucked if Namjoon or anyone found out who you truly were - but the Government had made sure to seal every and all records of you prior to leaving the county. Now you were just Y/L Y/N that resided in South Korea.

The dinner with Namjoon's mother was eventful. She acknowledged you more, but still didn't speak with you. You're unsure of what her voice sounds like because she only spoke in hushed tones. Still, the food she made was delicious and what you considered a traditional Korean cuisine.

Namjoon had communicated between his mother and you, making sure to inform her the way you handled the dirty cops. That tells you that she is well aware of her son and what he does - but it wasn't shocking. Bangtan was functioning for decades before Namjoon took his father's place. She married straight into Bangtan so if there was anyone that knew more about Bangtan than Namjoon would have to be his mother.

Leaving a few hours later is a sigh of relief. You can say that Namjoon was a different man around his mother. He never touched you intimately and seemingly became a different man - a slightly clumpsie dork so to say. If you'd met this Namjoon before, you'd be positive that this wasn't the same man that belonged to Bangtan.

"You'll have to move in with me." Namjoon states as the two of you stroll through the door of your apartment. "If you're going to be my..."

"Your girlfriend?" you scoff. "And why? I'm comfortable here." The apartment was small, but cozy. You weren't much of a cook so the kitchen was a good size for easy dishes an you had a washer and dryer in unit which made it even better in your eyes. 

"I don't doubt you aren't." Namjoon glances around. "But, you've made your presence known to the cop so we aren't sure just who he's told as of yet. You'd be safer with me surrounded by Bangtan."

You didn't think that far - he was right. An obvious con in living with him would be you wouldn't have any alone time to report back to your superior. It would be more difficult to have notes around that you'd need to keep everything together. You sigh lowly - you'd have to do everything digitally. Yoongi and Taehyung being hackers is where your paranoia lies - you'd have to get on Namjoon's good side so he would never have the chance to hack into your devices. 

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Namjoon's voice startles your thoughts, but you don't show it. "I don't want to intrude on your space." you lie, stepping closer to him. "I already somewhat forced you into being your girl. I don't want to force my way into your home."

Namjoon wraps you into a loose embrace. "It's for your own safety." he murmurs. "You aren't forcing your way in. I want you there."

You nod your head. Mafia men get attached easily, you note.

"What do you think we should do, Noona?"

You've managed to move in with Namjoon and steer clear from his bad side. It was a bit draining having to be someone else 24/7 with no break for months, but you were always one step closer to your goal.

You met the rest of the main branch of Bangtan. Jungkook was just as young as Namjoon told you - but you weren't expecting to see a baby face teenager that should be in school barking orders around to men twice his age. He was cute and reminded you of one of the boys you trained alongside at the Police Academy. But just as he was cute, he was deadly and knew how to work his way around a gun of any size.

Yoongi was standoffish and never spoke too much to you, but you concluded that was his personality. Namjoon wasn't lying when he said Yoongi could hack into any system in a matter of minutes - he was someone you'd remain on good terms with for the sake of your operation.

Seokjin was kind when he met you, giving corny jokes that even made you laugh sometimes. He warmed up to you first upon arrival and would even visit Namjoon often to ensure you were alright - coming with his wife. You and her only spoke a few words to one another, the both of you not the same. She was what you weren't - a pillow princess, a term that shouldn't be insulting. While you are heavily involved in Bangtan, Seokjin's wife was not, nor was Yoongi's girlfriend. They decided it was easier to stay far away from business and enjoy the benefits that Bangtan gave.

"Ah, Jungkookie." you smile at Jungkook who gives you a shy one in return. "Have you eaten? You look hungry."

Maybe you were a bit sensitive when it came to Jungkook, but you blamed it on his appearance. He was only a teenager - a child of course - involved in a criminal organization where school didn't seem to be his first priority. You learned the death of his father a year prior, but the way Jungkook doesn't appear affected in the slightest has your mind wandering to just how the man died.

"Ah, I'm alright for now." Jungkook shakes his head.

"Are you sure?" you lean forward. "I have some lamb skewers left over. I know you and Yoongi love them."

Jungkook's eyes slightly widened at the thought of you giving him lamb skewers.

"No." Namjoon calls as he enters the sitting area you were seated. "If you keep feeding him he'll start to have a crush on you. He's already making heart eyes."

Jungkook glares at Namjoon but doesn't say anything. He just sits back into his seat and crosses his arms.

You shake your head. "Let's get back to the topic at hand then." you turn to a sulking Jungkook. "What do you mean what should you do?"

"Ah, noona, SVT wants to meet with us." Jungkook uncrosses his arms.

"You can call me by my name, Jungkook." you couldn't help but smile. For a boy surrounded by criminals daily, he was respectful. They all were, which was what surprised you the most about being in Bangtan.

"Hm. I like calling you noona." Jungkook glances away as if in deep thought.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. You were growing to like Jungkook more than you should. He was by no means jealous - Jungkook had a pure aura around him that made you always gush whenever around him. Not in a way in which he should be threatened by his dongsaeng, but you considered Jungkook to be like a yonger brother - always offering to feed the boy even when he just ate.

"Can we get back to the topic at hand?" Namjoon sighs. "SVT has asked for Bangtan for a meeting, yes."

"Why so sudden?" you furrow a brow. "We haven't told them about our knowledge in them stealing product, right?"

Jungkook shakes his head, but bites his lips. "There was a run in with them a few weeks back, but nothing major."

You turn your eyes to Namjoon.

"Nothing dire, only a verbal altercation then we went on our way." Namjoon shrugs.

"So they want to meet you all? Randomly? To discuss what?"

"We'll have to go and find out." Namjoon responds. He claps his hands towards Jungkook. "Get up, we have to head out soon."

"I want to come." you insist. You would finally get an insight on SVT to report back to your captain.

Namjoon shakes his head. "There'll be no women there. I don't want them to get the wrong idea."

"More the reason for me to come." you insist. "Stop acting like I'm nothing but eye-candy. I know my way around any type of weapon you own."

Namjoon knows this, and this is what he wants to avoid. He wasn't threatened by you - nor was anyone in Bangtan. They respected you greatly in the short amount of time they've known you. Jungkook always speaks highly of you whenever you aren't around and Jimin always teases him for having a strong partner by his side. However, not all men were as comfortable with having a woman in the front - especially one that could rival them.

"Please?" you cross your arms. "I'll sit in the car. I just wanna go."

"Okay." Namjoon caves, and when you smile up at him he couldn't help but return it.

"Simp." Jungkook murmurs and Namjoon throws him a glare.

"I knew listening to you would result in us getting killed." Hoseok hisses lowly to Jin who just shakes his head in return.

Jin had suggested that bringing guns to an event like this would cause nothing but a war - so they hadn't. Leaving the guns in the car was their first mistake and Hoseok ponders why none of them ever listened to Jin. They outnumbered SVT - 7 against 4. However, these 4 all had handguns pointed at them at this moment and each wore smugged looks.

"This is why you brought us here?" Namjoon asks, his eyes directly on Seung-cheol who held the gun straight at him. "We let you slide after stealing our product."

"Is money looking better for SVT?" Hoseok tilts his head. "I heard your own product was killing the customers. Are you planning on stealing more anytime soon?"

"It is about that time." Jungkook pipes up. "Is that why you wanted to meet with us? Steal more of our product becauses yours is shit?"

"Shut up!" Jeonghan hisses.

Your eyes watch from inside the car, windows tinted to hide you. You shake your head at the lack of common sense these men had - but luckily they had a woman on their side for the time being. The amount of firearms - especially military grade firearms - in the car would make an unexperienced person nervous.

"Bangtan basically owns the nation." Yoongi pipes in for the first time. He was growing bored of sitting in an abandoned parking lot. "Casinos, clubs, brothels, restaurants and more. We've been lenient when it comes to you vultures."

"Now it's only getting disrespectful." Jin continues. "What is it that SVT exactly wants?"

"Easy." Joshua shrugs his shoulders. "Take down the main branch and the problems go away. What Bangtan has will soon be ours."

Namjoon scoffs. "SVT doesn't have a plan...do they. Bangtan isn't just the main branch. We have eyes and ears all around - even outside of the east."

"Bangtan's worked for many years to get where we're at. We won't be taken down easily."

"You say that but..." Seung-cheol looks down at his gun pointed at the seven men. "...you can't use your fists in a gunfight."

A few shots rings out and hits Seung-cheol directly in the chest. He drops to the ground, gun dropping to the side. Joshua, Jeonghan and Hoshi all gasp and go to Seung-cheol's side.

Namjoon turns his head as he hears footsteps coming towards them.

You're holding the machine gun in your arms as you pass the seven men all eyeying you with wide eyes. You stop in the middle between Bangtan and SVT, eyes on the 3 men trying to stop the blood from rushing Seung-cheol's wound.

"W-Who is she?" Joshua murmurs, eyes scanning you holding a large machine gun. He's never seen a woman hold a gun in his life, let alone something so big.

"Bangtan's done negotiating with trash like SVT." you say aloud to them. "Now if it was up to me, you all would've been dead months ago when you stole our shit."

"Noona..." Jungkook calls, but his voice doesn't come above a whisper.

"Y/N." Namjoon steps closer to you. "You're going to start a war."

You turn to face Namjoon and the other 6 men. Their expressions are one of the same - all astonished by your sudden actions. You snort. What you witnessed back in the States only prepared you for moments like this. Your goal was to take down these families - no matter how you truly done it in the end.

"A war already started once they pulled their guns out on you." you say, blinking towards the 6 men. Your intention was to appear distraught by the thought of losing any of them.  

You turned back to 3 men hovering above the now dead man - Seung-cheol - and sighed. You pulled the trigger of the machine gun and managed to not lose control of it. Gasping, grunts and yells are heard throughout the sound of the machine gun. After a few moments, you stop - throwing the large firearm down. 4 members of the SVT are down -  multiple gunshot wounds littering their bodies. Blood is oozing from said wounds and staining the concrete. 

"Do any of you have a knife?" you turn around to ask and only Jungkook makes a move. He rummages through his pockets and pulls out two pocket knives. "Good, Kookie. Come with me, yeah?"

Jungkook nods, swallowing. He follows you towards the bodies. "What are we doing, noona?"

"G7 and SVT are current in a Gang war, right?" Jungkook nods, he recalls telling you a few days prior when he came over to see Namjoon. You'd made fixed him ice cream - 4 scoops with different amounts of sweet toppings to top it off for any information he can give you - and like all teenagers his age when he was bribed with something he liked, he sung like a canary. 

"Okay," you nod. You take one switch blade from his hands. "Cut off their thumbs. G7 is known for taking trophies from their victims."

Jungkook nods, doing as you're told. The sight was gruesome - especially watching from where the 6 men were standing. However, they weren't disgusted by you and Jungkook - if anything, they were proud? Satisfied? No one - besides their own men and themselves - had killed for them, especially not a woman. 

Once you cut the last thumb off, you open the jacket from one man - Hoshi - and carve a large 'G7' onto his chest. "That way when the rest of SVT comes, they don't suspect Bangtan. Come, Kookie."

You and Jungkook place the thumbs in a discarded plastic bags and make your way back to the other men. As you approach, Taehyung steps forward. "How do we keep Bangtan's name out of this?"

You sigh. You place the bag of thumbs in his hands and he's visibly disgusted. "Easy, Tae Tae," you smile. "First, we need to get rid of that evidence. "

Taehyung nods. 

"Then," you wrap an arm around Namjoon, placing your head against his chest. "we pretend we never came. Easy. It's only 4 members that's died."

"What do you mean?" Jimin questions. 

"I mean we go home and pretend we never came. Is there any evidence that any of you responded to SVT in their meeting? If not, then we should be in the clear." you exclaim. "In my eyes, they were waiting here for you 7...then G7 came and got what they wanted in this little war they're having." you shrug. "We'll never know for sure because we weren't here."

You look up at Namjoon whose eyes are already on you. You give him a small smile before kissing his lips, having to stand on your toes to do so. 

"I'm hungry." you moan into his lips. "Let's eat dinner. Together as a family."

You make your way back towards the car, 14 pairs of eyes watching you. When you close the door, Yoongi chuckles. "She's something else." 

"Noona's so cool." Jungkook clenches his fist in excitement. "You should really marry her, Hyung. She's perfect for the family."

Namjoon couldn't agree more. 

Jimin claps his hands loudly when the medium sized cake comes their way, sparklers buzzing loudly as the bottle girl places said cake onto your table. The table errupts in claps, laughter and cheers - all for you. 

When you suggested that dinner be served as a family, you were expecting a restaurant - not in one of the clubs Bangtan owned to eat bar food in the V.I.P lounge while music danced off the walls.

While you were undercover, you took full advantage of sightseeing and experiencing a different culture.

Namjoon had taken you to countless restaurants throughout and you never complained - mainly because he wasn't much of a cook. You two often went sightseeing and that's when you realized that Namjoon was more than what you know of him - he loved nature, always suggesting the two of you go out for walks and even bike rides. It felt weird - far too intimate, yet you understood that this was what you were expected to do as his girlfriend.

The bike rides and walks didn't stop there - he also enjoyed museums. He dressed casually, outside of the fitted dark suits and actually wore comfortable clothing. He insisted that the two of you take pictures together at each destination for memories - and you agreed, enjoying your time in Korea before you had to take down Bangtan. 

"Noona!" Jungkook claps his hands when the cake is set down in front of you. "This is a celebration! Drink up!"

"You better not be drinking." you called, squinting your eyes. "You're like 12."

"He's 16." Namjoon murmurs, placing a hand on your thigh. "He's done worse, trust me. A little alcohol won't hurt him."

"If Noona doesn't want me to drink then I won't." Jungkook declares and you offer a small grin. If you could pack Jungkook up and bring him home with you after your investigation you would. 

"There wasn't a need for a celebration." you insist, blowing out the sparkles. You didn't hesitate to cut the cake - you were ready to eat after all. 

"But there was." Jimin is first to pour a round of drinks. He raises his own glass. "You're truly the savage we never knew we needed in Bangtan."

The table agrees with Jimin's words. 

"You truly know your way around a gun." Yoongi compliments - one of the few times he actually spoke to you and for a second you could feel your heart swell. 

"To Y/N!" Jungkook lifts a glass filled with a dark red liquid. "It's cranberry juice, Noona." he insists with a cheeky grin. 

You raise your own shot glass and lick your lips. There's a few glasses clinking and each of you took the shots. Your throat burns and you shake your head slightly then sighed.

You did come to regret drinking. It would be unorthodox not to - they were celebrating because of you. To them, you were a woman that's putting her foot into their life and seemingly doing it better than them.

However, now you feel as though the room is spinning. You and the 7 men were no longer in the V.I.P lounge but deep within the crowd - lights flashing and loud music booming through the speakers.  The tables around you that held cups of half filled drinks are jumping along with the bass of the music. 

You feel hot and have long removed your shirt, only in your bra now. Your mind wasn't straight in the slightest and all you did know was that you were looking for Namjoon. You're unsure where he scurried off to after Jimin dragged you to the dance floor with him - and that was nearly an hour ago. Even now, you'd lost Jimin in the sea of people and you were ready to leave.

"Noona!" you feel a hand wrap around your wrist and turn you around. "Where's your shirt? Did someone touch you?"

You laugh, slapping Jungkook's chest lightly. "You...are touching me now." 

Okay, you were drunk. 

"Noona..." Jungkook shakes his head. "Let's take you to, Hyung."

You allow Jungkook to drag you deeper into the dance floor. He pushed people aside without caring the consequence or how rude it was. Seconds felt like hours when you get away from the dance floor. You're taken back into the V.I.P lounge with Jungkook, the sound of the music growing quiet. 

"You're so cute, Kookie." you sighed aloud. "Just like a little rabbit. Do you have a girlfriend yet?"

Jungkook's cheeks tint at your words. He closes the door behind him and glances behind you to his Hyungs. Hoseok was asleep on the loveseat, possibly just as drunk  - if not more - as you. Taehyung was nodding off on the ground below Hoseok and Yoongi and Jin were talking lowly to one another.

Namjoon's ears perk when he hears your voice. "Where's Jimin?" 

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. 

"And where the hell is your shirt?" Namjoon hisses.

"Don't ignore me, Kookie." you sigh.

"No, noona. I don't have a girlfriend." Jungkook chuckles lowly. "I'm not sure, hyung. I think she took it off." he answers Namjoon. 

Namjoon shakes his head. He was about to stand when you turned his way. "Joonie." 

"Joonie." Yoongi snorts. 

Namjoon rolls his eyes. 

"Y/N." Namjoon calls, motioning you over. 

"Don't rush to find a girlfriend, Kookie. You have to find the right one first." you're rambling, but Jungkook nods his head at your words. "Promise?"

"She's like a mother hen to that boy." Jin laughs. "It's nice."

Yoongi nods his head in agreement. He had his own speculations about you and how a woman knew so much of their lifestyle - yet you proved to not be a threat to them. Jungkook opened up to you easily, and that boy never opened up as easily as he done with you - especially you being the opposite sex. Namjoon was smitten with you. Even if he pretended to be annoyed at your intoxicated appearance now, the faint grin on his lips is glad that you're having fun. 

Namjoon opens his arms and you fall right into his lap. The room is still spinning but you could do nothing but inhale his scent. The act of being in a room with other men leaves your mind completely. All you could do was nuzzle your nose into Namjoon's neck and inhale. "You smell good." you mumble against his neck, your breath tickling his skin. 

"Y/N..." Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat when he feels your lips on his skin. "...we can't-"

"You never denied me before." your tongue licks the nape of his neck and he feels himself growing hard in your embrace. 

"I think it's our queue to go." Yoongi stands as does Seokjin. "Y/N. Welcome to the family." 

You beam in return in having Yoongi's approval. 

"Shit." Jungkook curses. Now he had to handle Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung alone as he was the sole sober person. "Let me find Jimin-hyung then I can drive us home."

You don't acknowled Jungkook leaving. When you hear the door close, you rise from Namjoon's lap and set both legs on either side of him. You drukenly unclasp your bra and throw it aside. 

"Y/N-"

"Please fuck me." you moan, pressing your lips upon his. 

Namjoon himself wasn't sober now and he's fighting the urge to do what you say. 

"I want you to make me cum before Kookie comes back." you beg. "Something quick."

"Quick?" Namjoon hisses, hands laying on your hips. "You want me to fuck you?"

You nod with urgency and Namjoon's fight is lost. He pushes you off of him, fingers digging into your pants and thrusting them down. He drops them at your ankles and you kick them off. Luckily Taehyung was now asleep and Hoseok was long gone.

Namjoon wraps his hand around your throat. You stand straight as he places two fingers against your clit and begins to rub. "How are you so wet already?" he groans. 

"Wan' your cock." you murmur, eyes closing at the sensation. "I need it now. Please, Joonie?"

Namjoon hisses. You were always stubborn and impatient. He pushes you into his chair. He spreads your legs apart and undo's his belt. 

The sight of his cock springing out has your mouth watering. Namjoon doesn't waste valuable time. He spits into his hand and rubs his cock before entering you. He visibly shudders at how amazing you felt. Your minds are beyond intoxication and forgot the main thing you two always used - a condom. 

Namjoon pounds into you - his mind is asking how someone could be so wet, warm and tight. His thumb plays with your clit as he pounds inside of you, only making you wetter by the second. "You just couldn't wait, huh?"

Your hands place themselves on Namjoon's hips as he fucks you. Your body is crashing into the chair with each thrust, sending said chair back and it scrabs against the floor. You're loud, moaning his name without a care. Hoseok and Taehyung were drunk, and even if they woke up and saw - it wasn't going to stop Namjoon from fucking you like you wanted him to.

"Your cock is so..." you bite your lip when you feel Namjoon's thumb quicken its rub on your clit. "...you're fucking me so good, Joonie!"

Your breasts are bouncing aggressively as a result of his pounding. Namjoon wraps both hands on your breast and squeezes them. "We're going to get caught if you don't cum soon, baby."

"Let them watch." you managed to flip Namjoon back to sitting on the chair. You sit onto his cock, gasping at how deep it felt. 

Namjoon shakes his head. You start riding at an alarming pace, your stamina is amazing. You place both hands on his shoulders as you bounces against his cock. 

Your goal was to reach your high - and if Namjoon came along the way made it even better. You were wet, dripping down his thighs at each bounce. You were now screaming out with only one goal in mind. 

"You're riding me so good, baby." Namjoon sends a slap upon your ass. "Turn around."

Namjoon just adores the way your ass bounces against him  - it was his all time favorite sight. When he opens his eyes and has the chance to witness you sliding his cock into you, ass shining  - he's near cumming. He could never last when his view was this beautiful. 

You continued your pace, hands now holding onto the small table in front of you. Namjoon's hands gripped both ass cheeks, eyes never blinking at the way you bounce your ass against him. You were so wet and perfect - his cock was now a nice creamy color. 

"S-Shit!" Namjoon bites down on his bottom lip as he cums right inside of you - you were riding out your own high, juices mixed with his cum dripping out of you and onto his thigh. 

Yall fall against the table, not moving to take Namjoon's cock out of you - even if it was slowly - very slowly - softening. 

"You two couldn't wait to do that?" Jungkook hisses as he enters the room with a drunk and giggling Jimin. He covers his eyes with his hand and releases a frustrated sigh. "Get dressed. We're leaving."

It was national news when SVT - what was remaining of them - and G7 were arrested by Government officials, mainly those coming from outside of the country. The amount of helicopters littering the skies for hours was nere wrecking - it has Bangtan sending all their men away to said ports for extra precaution.

In the end, SVT and G7 were no longer a threat to Bangtan. They were raided and now all awaiting a long trial for those who survived the war between SVT and G7. You had a front row seat to it all - it being viewed live on the news. It reminded you back in the states with the O.J Simpson case - you sometimes go back and watch the footage on youtube.

With two major families down only meant Bangtan grew. What was once belonging to the two fallen families now belonged to Bangtan - and you soon come to regret working on the inside. More men were recruited and more products were coming and going from their ports and warehouses. Security was tighter and it made it more difficult to bring outsiders in.

Namjoon kisses your forehead. "You did it baby." he murmurs against you. "It was your idea to escalate the war between SVT and G7."

You swallow. That was months ago - and now you feel sick to your stomach.

You're unsure why your feelings were changing. You needed to talk to someone - anyone that didn't belong to Bangtan. Monthly, you check in with your captain to ensure you're alive. You were the one that gave the "anonymous" tip to where SVT and G7's warehouses were located. You could have went as far as told them Bangtan's.

But you didn't - not even with the amount of evidence you had. You blame no one but yourself - blame yourself for becoming close to these men. Jungkook reminded you of a puppy who did whatever you told him to out of admiration and respect - yet the amount of weight he moves through Korea alone reminds you that even someone like him could be a criminal. 

Namjoon and you often went on museum dates with one another - so much so that his home began to appear like said museums, yet you couldn't forget your reasonings for being in Korea in the first place. You were allocated for your part in taking down 2 major families - so much so that you were expecting to be awarded whenever you returned. 

You were unsure if you had any desire to return back to the states. You did enjoy your life in South Korea, yet you couldn't stay here. You were afraid that your mind was altered from reality - you were growing to enjoy your stay with Bangtan. Jungkook and Jimin were like the little brothers you never had - Namjoon was the partner you always wished you could have.

But it wasn't real - not when you were undercover attempting to take Bangtan down. You hated yourself as time went on when you woke up besides Namjoon and enjoyed his warm and tight embrace. You loved the sex he gave you - filled with passion and pure lust, not like the hookups you endured during your time back home. It was geniune - real, for something that's fabricated on your side. 

"We have to get ready to leave soon." Namjoon stands from his seat besides you. "And we still need to pack."

You nod your head. Jin's wedding was today being held in Japan. He'd been gone for a week now and Namjoon and you were going to be the last ones to arrive. You weren't feeling great about going outside your home while sick - but you wouldn't miss the opportunity of seeing Jin being married. It was going to be the last event you attended with Bangtan before you made your leave. 

You yourself had no plans of returning to the states, that would be far too risky. With the background check Namjoon did, you could see where you'd live prior to Korea. While they were good on making sure your records were private, Namjoon still had access to basic information on you. 

Your plan was set into motion. You've managed to save a good amount to be comfortable for a bit before you felt as though it was safe returning to the west. You would be considered rogue - you had no intentions of advising your captain of your plan. 

Nor did you intend on going against Bangtan.

The flight to Japan was a quiet one. Namjoon assumed you were tired and allowed you to rest. The ceremony was only a few hours away yet he wanted to spend it with you. He promised to show you to one of his favorite museums and restaurants that he frequented whenever he was in the country. 

As you and Namjoon looked at a piece in the museum, he speaks besides you. He tells you the history of said piece with such passion in his voice that it makes you sick. You could feel your stomach rumbling and tightening and your mouth begin to water. 

You appeared less than appealing when you vomited everything into the nearest trash can - you couldn't even make it to the restrooms. A few people had stared at you but moved out of the way as you released everything from your stomach. 

"Are you alright?" Namjoon pats your back. "Was it something you ate? Do you need to go back to the Hotel?"

You spit and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "No." you shake your head. "Continue talking about the artwork."

Namjoon stares at you. "You...vomited, Y/N. I think you're still feeling sick." he sighs, touching your head and cheeks. "You don't feel warm. Maybe we should visit a doctor?"

You shake your head and sigh deeply. "I'm fine just a stomach bug probably." you insist. "I want to continue our...date? Is this a date?"

Namjoon chuckles. "I suppose it is." he responds. "But there will be many more. We can come back here whenever you want - even after the ceremony." Namjoon is still rubbing your back comfortably. "We can go anywhere you'd like for our dates."

You could vomit again just by his words, but you manage to hold it back. Your heart is swelling and you even fight back tears. You couldn't cry and appear suspicious - he'd know something was wrong and it would do nothing but foil your plans. 

"Okay." you nod. "I'm sleepy."

"We can go home and rest before the ceremony." Namjoon nods understandingly. "If you're too sick to attend, Jin-hyung won't mind."

"I want to attend!" you respond - maybe too quickly. "I'll be fine, I promise."

Namjoon had to remove himself from the rest of the family after he came back to the Hotel room to find you gone. He had - upon arrival - assumed you were in the bathroom. But once he realized that the room was eerily quiet and your bags were gone, he feels his blood run cold. 

The ceremony was a success and you appeared content enough to be there. You mingled with Jungkook and Jimin - and even spoke to Yoongi's girlfriend and Jin's wife. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary with you. Yes, you were sick and had been for a little over a month now - yet you insisted that you were fine and everything will blow over. 

Namjoon doesn't waste any time in calling you - but you never answer. He doesn't tell anyone what he's going through - this wasn't about him at the moment. It was Jin's wedding - he had just came from the bedding ceremony ready to come back to you.

Only, you weren't here - and he had no idea where the hell you went or even how far you've gone. 

Namjoon trusted you. You never gave him a reason not to. You always answered his texts and calls at a reasonable enough time and you never told any lies that he can think of. You were an open book - assisting in whatever you could while in Bangtan that Namjoon never had a reason to check your phone. 

Until now.

Yoongi had hacked into it months ago when you were new. He didn't trust you as easily as the rest had - but Namjoon trusted you and to him, that's all that matters. He had access to your phone whenever he truly needed it, but he never checked. It was privacy, of course, and he respected your privacy. You never truly gave him a reason to ever check your phone. 

Until now.

And realizing that he was nothing but a pawn in your hands has him fuming. 

He read through countless emails you were sending to who he assumed was your superior - all going into detail about SVT and G7. There was limited evidence against Bangtan - but by the emails he read, you were sent to Korea for Bangtan - SVT and G7 was just the cherry on top.

Namjoon's heart feels heavy and for the first time in years he cried - angry tears pooling down from the corner of his eyes. It was pathetic of him to cry over you - a woman who didn't love him. You came into his life as a woman who was too good to be true - an undercover sent from the west. The realization that you knew more than what you should've as a stripper - understanding your ways around firearms and the ability to not feel queasy while you cut the thumbs of their enemies. 

Namjoon scoffs. You used him to get what you wanted - what your plans were now he was unsure about, but he did know that you hadn't spoken to your superiors in a few weeks. By the looks of your location, you were headed North - about an hour away from where he was now. 

Namjoon never put his hands on a woman before. They were fragile beings - his mother raised him to respect all women, even those in the Brothels. His mother raised him to be caring towards women - to always cherish and protect them.

But now, as he learns who you truly were and just how horrid your intentions were - he wants nothing more than to take your life himself. He was fueled by nothing but emotions, his heart yearning for you while his brains wanted you dead. 

Finding you wasn't going to be a difficult task - as long as he had your location, he'd always find you. Ji-Yong drove to the location without asking any questions and Namjoon had an hour and a half to think of what he was going to say to you - how he was going to finally face you. Would he break down and cry once he seen the woman he loved?

Love.

Namjoon did love you - as sad and pathetic as it was. Can you love someone after a short amount of time? For months he considered you to be the first woman (outside of his mother of course) that he'd kill for. There was no questioning what he was willing to do for you if you'd ask him to. 

Namjoon's unsure how he'd react when he was face to face with you. Would you continue to lie to him or face him for who you truly were? Did you feel the way he felt - or was everything a lie? Was the sex not as passionate for you as it was for him? Did you not enjoy waking up in his arms each morning - the dates he took you on?

"Namjoon-ssi?" Ji-yong calls. "We're here."

An hour and a half had gone by already? Was he that consumed in his thoughts that the car ride appeared to be 10 minutes?

"Wait for me here." Namjoon responds. He opens the door and steps out. You're in a motel - a run down motel. You could afford better - he'd given you a great amount of money throughout your time with him. No doubt you took whatever he gave you and planned your escape.

Namjoon makes his way in, no one is seated at the front desk at his arrival, but he wouldn't have cared either way. Your room is just down the hall to the right. 

Namjoon stands outside your door for 10 whole minutes. You're silent on the other side - just as silent as he was. Maybe you were asleep - he's not sure.

The door was locked, but easily unlocked with a quick swipe of his credit card - cheap motels didn't have safety precautions. 

You weren't asleep - you were showering. He can hear the sounds of the running water hitting against the shower floor. He strolls silently through the small motel room, his eyes straight at you. You left the bathroom door open, the clear curtains showing the water dripping from your body. 

Your back was towards him - the memories of him and you showering together while laughing and joking flashes through his mind. You didn't care for him - it was all a lie. A fabricated lie to get through him and to his family. 

You met his mother - she liked you. She didn't speak directly to you, but she liked you. She told him constantly that the two of you would be married and you'd give her a grandchild. Namjoon can only laugh at just how wrong her palm readers were. 

Namjoon snatches the shower curtain aside and yanks your hair. You scream, frightened at the sudden impact. He slams you against the bathroom floor and your hands barely manage to catch you. 

"You lied to me!" Namjoon hisses, eyes burning with rage.

You don't respond. You're vulnerable - naked and scooting to get away from him. 

"You never loved me, Y/N. You used me to get to Bangtan, right?"

How did he know this?

How did he find you?

"Answer me!" Namjoon screams, the veins in his neck pusling. 

"J-Joonie-"

"Don't call me that." Namjoon releases the gun from his hip and points it at you. "You never cared for me, Y/N."

You begin to cry. You're terrified - Namjoon was showing a different side to himself. This isn't the man you've known that took you on museum dates and walks through parks - he was deranged. Screaming and waving around a gun with pure rage in his eyes. 

"I-I'm sorry." was all you could manage to say. 

You've scooted out of the bathroom and now leaned against the bed - still naked. Namjoon follows you closely, gun never faltering. 

"You're sorry for what?" Namjoon scoffs. "For pretending to want me for who I am? Or sorry for trying to take down my family?"

You were sorry that you've hurt him this much. You hoped by the time he figured out you were gone, you'd be far away that he would never be able to find you. You didn't understand how he found out about you, but you were positive that only one of you was leaving here alive. 

"I loved you, Y/N." Namjoon's voice cracked at his words. "Was the police going to be there when we got back to Korea?"

You shake your head. "I-I never told them about-"

Namjoon drops the gun. He strides to you and yanks you up. You're on the bed, his hands gripping your cheeks roughly. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

"I'm not lying." you trembled beneath him. Namjoon never scared you until now - you're unsure what he was truly capable of. One things for certain, being completely bare before a seething man frightens you more than anyone could understand. 

Namjoon watches your tears fall, and he hates himself that he feels saddened. He doesn't like to see you cry - even when his heart was shattered at the revelation. 

"Was it all fake?" Namjoon murmurs after minutes of dead silence. "The smiles and laughs? Our time together...? Was it all a lie for you to take me down?"

No - but you don't respond. 

Namjoon wraps both hands around your neck - he squeezes it. He himself could feel the tears forming in his own eyes as he closes in on your throat. You're kicking and thrashing beneath him, gagging for air. But he can't care, not now - not when he and his family were threatened. 

You knee him in the abdomen and Namjoon falls back. 

"I'm pregnant!" you screech, kicking yourself away from him. You're gasping for air now, heart pumping outside your chest. "I'm pregnant," you repeat. 

Namjoon is silent but his gaze doesn't leave you. 

"You're lying to me." he shakes his head slowly. 

"I'm not." you bring your knees to your chest - you're afraid of what else he was going to do and you were no match for him. "I found out a month ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Namjoon snaps - he was going to go insane. 

"I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want anyone to find out." you're whimpering now. "I was going to go rogue."

Rogue. 

"You weren't returning to the west?"

You shake your head. 

"Why?" Namjoon doesn't want to believe you, not after all the lies he lived with for months. 

"If I returned I'd have to tell them everything that Bangtan is about. If I refused I would be interrogated through cruel punishment." you respond. "If I went rogue...there was a possibility that they'd assume I died."

Namjoon inhales deeply. "Your plan was to take my child from me." he states. "And go rogue against your superiors and live your life constantly running."

"I had no other choice."

"Your choice was to choose me!" Namjoon hisses.

"I did." you hiss back, but it comes out as a hushed whisper. "That's why I left."

Namjoon gets onto his feet and your eyes watch his every move. 

"Now that I know you're having my child, Y/N. I can't allow you to leave." Namjoon speaks. 

"Are you going to kill me after I give birth?" It was a serious question that sounded absurd. "Because if so, I'd rather you do it now. It's nothing but a clump of cells at the moment."

"I'm not going to kill you." Namjoon's chest tightened. He never wanted to kill you. "You'll come back with me and raise my child. You've already gone rogue - you have no where else to run."

"You don't trust me anymore. Who's to say I won't betray you again?"

"I don't know." Namjoon answers truthfully. "But I do know that you're carrying my child and I won't allow anyone to harm you. You can come back with me and we can work on whatever our relationship was prior to this," Namjoon waves his hands around. "I won't tell anyone of you being an undercover."

"How would I explain my disappearance?"

Namjoon sits at the edge of the bed. He couldn't believe how easy it was for him to want you back once more - after all you've done to betray him. 

"You were forced into being an informant by the organization. You gave them SVT and G7 but they wanted more." Namjoon speaks - easily as if it was the sole truth. "You refused to give Bangtan because of our love for one another so you ran."

You listened closely. 

"I found you. You're pregnant. I forgive you. They will, as well." Namjoon licks his lips. "We'll get married before the baby is born and you're to remain by my side until death do us part."

"W-What about-"

"You're going to be dead as far as the Organized Crime is concerned. I'll send a death certificate in the mail to them, along with fabricated proof that you are deceased. Dental records and finger prints."

You're astonished by the plan. It was well thought out as if Namjoon didn't come up with it easily. 

"If you betray me again, Y/N, I can't guarantee you won't be harmed." Namjoon warns. "You'll be my wife and you and our child will want for nothing. But I cannot have you going against me. Not again."

You watch Namjoon through hooded eyes. You couldn't stop the tears from falling harder now and you crawled towards him. You placed your head in his lap and Namjoon's unsure how you exactly feel about his plan, but he takes it as you agreed with it. He places a hand on your bare back as you cry. "Let's go home, Y/N." he murmurs when your cries turn to soft whimpers. 

@seokjinkismet @silversparkles11 @bloodline1632

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im making this post for. fucking NO ONE LMAO but i saw @sydmarch's fucking bonkers post about measurehead being openly racist to "his babe" (named katya) and it boggled my mind so much that i was like. yanno what. I'm gonna find out more about this chick. so strap in because the patented Niche Character Lover is gonna do some digging on this extremely niche character.

Let's get started by checking her wiki page! Here is what we have to work with:

Literally fucking nothing. Okay cool. Here's the very little amount of information we have:

Her name is Katya

She's Graadian

She's in a relationship with Measurehead (and calls him by his real name, Jean-Luc)

She is one of multiple "measurehead babes" it seems

cool okay so theres some preliminary information. all extremely basic stuff. I dove into FAYDE to see what I could find, and there are a few details to be gleaned.

Our explanation for why she's with him in the first place! She buys into the bullshit, "craniometric perfection", a fellow believer of racist bullshit. She buys into it hard core, as seen here:

"Transcends the merely sexual"-- she worships this guy!

Anyway, she's also into 'men with guns and power', implied here she may be flirting a little bit even with the lil hair twirl. Makes some idle conversation with Harry and Kim as they wait:

[Og]996.MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Don't worry. Physical stuff like this is *really* easy for Measurehead. Mental stuff too. He's really spiritual, you know." She looks around.

[Og]2.MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "It's late outside, isn't it? You guys must really like doing what you do. To be out so late..." She turns to behold the behemoth appearing around the corner, approaching the gates.

(good with the mental and spiritual... sure, okay)

They seem to have some level of... I guess "tenderness" for each other? Calling one another pet names and whatnot, okay, I guess we could call it that. Interesting to see her not be a million percent on his side all the time, she actually asks him to give Harry a chance.

In fact, she's quite amenable to a shift in control. Loyal, she is not!

She did say she was into power, to be fair, and Harry's the new guy on top once he beats MH's ass, so that makes sense.

Katya is also sometimes used as a mouthpiece for ALL the babes (iirc there are 3?) as seen here

god they are down FEROCIOUS!!

Cockmanship above all else!! (this could just be a biased harry-ism ofc so. grain of salt!)

But here's the thing- you know the dick isn't even good, because, as syd brought to my attention... MEASUREHEAD CAN'T SEEM TO FUCKIN GET IT UP FOR THEM BECAUSE HES SO RACIST.

(screenshots taken directly from their post) ... so, like, what the fuck, right? Well, apparently when you go off to talk to Measurehead privately, it's about the babes. Lets see what he has to say.

She also doesn't seem to like being ogled by guys other than Measurehead. At least, not by Harry, who she views as genetically inferior.

(This is gonna veer less into Katya-specific territory, but is gonna lean into more about MH's views on women. Which I was actually wondering about earlier tonight, how serendipitous)

This isn't relevant, it's just table setting. I thought it was funny. Anyway, once you get through some nationalist BS, we get to the meat of the matter. Or should I say the meat and potatoes of the matter? no i shouldnt

okay. so. lots going on here.

uh. after this he starts talking about semen retention yeah man we've all heard it you don't bust nuts yadda yadda semen reserves whatever. this is pretty much as close as we get from measurehead himself about what... that whole deal is. he lied before, about not being able to get hard for his babes, at least thats the context that im getting. he's TURNED ON by them, he says so himself. but he won't admit it in a public forum, only when its just him and harry.

he... he literally cant justify himself how he's racist AND attracted to those in the racial group he demeans. it's just all faux-intellectual bullshit. i don't know what else i expected! this leaves a lot of questions, though-- did MH and his babes talk this out? do they realized just how hard theyre being fetishized? i mean, they buy into the race pseudoscience shit. oh, god, its most likely a case of "im special, im different, im the exception" that happens too often. thats all speculation; but in my mind, thats the most likely result.

This has strayed away from Katya, let's bring it back to our gal. What else can we learn about her?

Well, unfortunately, not much. I tried my hardest to look for every other instance where she speaks, and there aren't many. Only 65, from my count, and a good chunk of those are just lil dialogue blips.

These last two facts are what I could find that seemed significant:

When Harry says that he's going to stop drinking, she gives us the only real indicator we have of her personal past- her mother was an alcoholic, and she's pretty blasè about it. Okay girl casual loredrop

...and Measurehead eats her out. And apparently she enjoys it. okay. (or she could just be posturing, notice she doesnt say that it makes HER pussy say "yes plenty" so...)

and hey, just to tie it all up, here's all the shit that katya and the other babes just say casually when you walk by em:

 "Measurehead crushes all."

"More than enough to please a woman." (further proving the theory that they do fuck, still not enough to support any hypotheses that he's any good at it)

"Measurehead is a powerful man."

"The future belongs to Measurehead."

"Nobody comes close to Measurehead."

"You're the right stuff, Measurehead."

"No man matches Measurehead."

"Measurehead makes all men quiver." (sus)

 "Oh, Measurehead!"

 "Measurehead is *law*."

 "Everyone should try to be more like Measurehead."

"No one will get past you!"

"Just look at him, the wonderful hunk."

"Not soft and weak like other men."

 "Measurehead's amazing!"

"I dream about you all the time."

I don't really know what I did this for or even if i found out anything significantly new but. god. so many questions. what are the other babes like? what are their names? how did measurehead find/indoctrinate them? were they already brainwashed? so many questions!!!!!!!!

IN CONCLUSION i think katya and the two other babes should unionize and start their own polycule without him and also get. un-brainwashed. thanks

#disco elysium #i promise im not going to become a Katya Stan or whatever shes a racist #im just fascinated by her. DISCO ELYSIUM NICHE NPCS MY BELOVEDS!!!! #lore search