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hanafubukki · 3 months

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Happy Birthday Malleus Draconia 💚💕

Summary: You kidnap Malleus Draconia.

Sebek knew it would be a tiring day when he saw a letter placed on his wardrobe table.

It had decorative little crocodiles and squirrels all over with his name written in your writing.

He could already feel a headache incoming.

He’ll wonder how you snuck into his room to place said letter later, he was more interested in the message you had to say.

“Dear Knight,

Your Lord has been kidnapped. He is mine for the day.

Mwah~

YN”

Sebek rushed out of his room, running to the Diasomnia waiting room where his lord would sit and enjoy tea at this time.

…only to be met with a giggling Lilia and a napping Silver.

“YN!”

“Did you have to tease Sebek?”

“It’s all in good fun Tsunotaro.”

“I see.”

While Malleus ponders your answer, you plopped down right next to him on the couch.

“What does this…kidnapping entail?”

You could tell Malleus was humoring you. He found this whole situation funny and yet intriguing.

“For you? Just sit there look pretty and enjoy all the snacks, games, and movies I have.”

Malleus laughed lowly, “YN, I do have duties to fulfill. I can’t just sit here.”

You shrugged, “One day without work won’t bring down your dorm. Besides, all work and no play make dragons go cranky.”

Malleus laughed freely and you joined him this time, “Is that so? Then I shall join in this activity with you.”

You laid the nearby comforter over you and Malleus before starting your T.V.

It would be a good day; you would make sure of it.

“This warrior does not speak?”

“Kind of. He talks he’s just not voice acted, but he does make sounds when you attack with him.”

“Interesting. A silent and courageous warrior who will save his kingdom and the princess.”

“Reminds you of someone?”

“This Link reminds me of Silver. They share many similar qualities.”

You joked, “Are you the princess then?”

“I am a prince, am I not?” Malleus replied, before softly continuing, “and Silver has saved me, from myself.”

You bumped your shoulder with his, “That’s love for you.”

“Yes, it is.”

“That crocodile and that pirate…”

“Funny, isn’t it?”

“Yes, especially as Kingscholar dressed as one during Halloween.”

“Does the crocodile remind you of Sebek?”

The glint in Malleus' eyes answered your question.

You can only imagine Sebek's reaction if he knew, “Well with the way Sebek is always barking at Leona, I can't blame you for thinking it.”

Ah, you were going to hold this over Sebek's head forever.

“Those fairies should have never been given the child.”

“Yeah…”

“They haven’t properly fed her, even Lilia knew to feed a baby!”

“Yeah.”

“She almost fell off the cliff!”

“I know. They suck.”

You tugged at Malleus’ hair, “At least she had someone to take care of her, two of them in fact.”

Malleus calmed down knowing exactly to whom you referred, “Yes, those days were filled with laughter and warmth even amidst the chaos. How…nostalgic.”

Malleus leaned towards you; a mischievous glint in his eyes, it reminded you of a certain pink-streaked fae, “Want to hear an embarrassing story grandmother told me about Lilia?”

“Yes! I’m all ears!”

You watched as Tsunotaro enjoyed Toothless and Hiccup's adventures.

You knew he would like this series.

You wondered how Sam had the trilogy.

…you would question him thoroughly later.

You were content to watch Tsunotaro be happy.

His family is never far from his thoughts as he is never far from theirs.

You felt happy to be part of his family.

“YN, is there a reason to why we are making cupcakes this late at night?”

He didn’t know.

You hid your smile as you put the tray of goodies into the oven.

Malleus must have enjoyed his day if he forgot why tonight would be special.

“Anytime is a good time for cupcakes, just like how you can have ice cream even during winter.”

“I thought it was easier for human’s teeth to decay due to late night sugary treats?”

“We’ll be fine! Just make sure to brush your teeth and don’t tell Trey -senpai.”

You went over to the nearby drawer. The confetti poppers were there as planned, just a few more minutes before the time came, so you snuck them into your pocket discreetly.

“Let’s go play more Zelda.”

You and Malleus moved towards the lounge; you eyed the hallway clock on the way.

Less than a minute.

You took out the poppers from your pocket.

“Malleus?”

“Yes?”

You pulled the poppers out just as he entered the ramshackle lounge.

3…2…1

“Happy Birthday (Lord) Malleus!”

Malleus was shocked as confetti rained on him from all sides.

Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and you surrounded him as the day turned over.

His surprised face broke into a wide smile before an unrestrained joyous laughter filled the lounge.

What a beautiful start to today.

The day Malleus Draconia was born.

A day filled with endless love.

Happy Birthday Malleus.

Resounded affectionately in all the hearts of everyone present.

May you always be filled with happiness and love.

Bonus:

Silver came to you as you watch Lilia bear hug Malleus. It was funny how someone so petite wrapped all four limbs on someone so tall.

Silver hesitated.

You knew.

“He baked a cake, didn’t he?”

Silver sighed, “Yes. We tried to stop him.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“It’s okay. Toxic waste it might be, but it is something Lilia made with him in mind. Malleus will love it nonetheless.”

You bumped shoulders with Silver, whispering, “We made cupcakes.”

Silver’s grateful smile had you hugging him.

No one will get food poisoning today, not on your watch.

You hoped.

☺️🌺🌸💚

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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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Cabin in the woods (yan!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!Horangi)

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

TW: Yandere, Age gap(Reader in her early 20, murder husband in their late 30), Serial Killers, Mild Gore, Extreme dub-con(Bordering cnc), Blood, Horror, Kidnapping

CHAPTER 1 You meet two weird locals at the corner store in a city in the middle of Austrian woods. Your timid nature is going to be your downfall.

Come to the woods, your assholes-of-a-friend said. Come on, he said, I know that for someone like you, dwelling in some shitty forest for three or more days only to drink mediocre beer and probably have even more mediocre sex while mosquitos are biting at your vagina sounds like your worst nightmare, but! Have you considered it could be fun?

Yeah, you have considered it. Considered it, thought about it and already decided not to engage with the idea. Spending the holiday in your own country, your own city and by your computer was far better than running around some random Austrian forest – and so you decided to kinda…ditch the idea.

Considering what happened in the next few days, you really should have been more true to your words.

Because you agreed to the proposition – because you don’t want to antagonize your friends, because you already feel strained from them, because they are assholes and they continue to be assholes but they are the only ones you have. Maybe you shouldn’t rot in your room, maybe you should agree to spend Spring break with them, getting drunk in the woods and maybe chasing some wild boars across the place.

— Sorry.

Some asshole – not the friend one, just an asshole in general, like everyone else in this fucking country that is so stuck up at being in the woods and mountains, that you are literally going to be sick – took the last remaining bottle of coke that was still left on the shelve. You were not having it because it was almost night already, the last remaining store open in the area, and you needed your sugar fix and something to mix alcohol with so you wouldn’t get drunk and stupid immediately.

You aren’t letting go of the bottle.

The guy doesn’t let go either.

— Sorry, I think I got it first.

You hate how weak your voice is. Never be the active, social one of your friends, you’re stuck being just a dumb girl who has literally everyone walking all over her. You decided to dig your heels into the ground and sent this asshole where he belongs – so, your grip on the bottle intensifies.

— Haven’t seen you.

He tugs the bottle back to him – and he has some arm strength, surprisingly for someone in this town. To be quite honest, you are too intimidated by his deep, annoyed voice to even consider looking at him, so you don’t know what the guy looks like. Maybe it’s an MMA champion – celebrity shop at some weird corner stores in abandoned Austrian cities too.

— I am very sorry, but I really, really need this bottle.

You don’t, actually. There are multiple bottles of Pepsi right here, and not like you have a very specific preference for the drink that is bad for you. You just got tired of people walking all over you, tired of your friends that constantly getting you into their shenanigans without asking for your opinion and you just want something good happening to you at least once. So, you tug the bottle back to you, and press it against your chest, hoping that whoever this man is will get the memo and get the fuck away from you until you’ll get your pepper spray. Ah, right, you forgot to bring one…well, he doesn’t have to know about that.

— What do you need this bottle for?

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

The man sneered and you finally got a good look at him. And…fuck.

Tall, broad, maybe more on the leaner side, but you can clearly see his tight muscles that form this perfect, thin type of masculinity that makes you think about greet athletes and that weird webtoon you were occasionally reading because you don’t have anything better to do with your life. You lick your lips, nervously, suddenly aware of the fact that you wear some old hoodie, battered jeans, and exactly zero makeup – you were supposed to get chased by the bears in the forest, not a meet-cute annoying strangers.

He is Korean if little doodles on his jacket and an accent are saying the truth. You force yourself to get your gaze away from the mask that was covering more than half of his face, black glasses that obstruct the view even more, and messy black hair – the only thing about his appearance that you can actually see.

Maybe, it’s good that you can’t see his face – you need to get out of here, preferably with a bottle of coke and some other snacks before your friends start questioning why the only person who didn’t want to go is so reluctant about leaving the store. Besides, it’s already almost closing time and you need to gather your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you push the bottle closer to you.

But this time, he didn’t humor you with softness. He kept it close to himself and suddenly, you are very aware of how much weaker you are than him. You could put up a good fight against a mouse, maybe, a squirrel on a good day – but in this tugging match, you were no, pun intended, match for him. You look closely at his cargo jacket – the patches look official, normal, making you think about the military and what the fuck Korean soldier is doing in the small town somewhere in the rural, touristy-foresty-mountainy part of Austria.

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly.

— Yes, it is. Give up now.

He has that weird calmness in his voice – a low grumble that makes you shiver, the urge to just give up your control and present him your neck like a good pet makes you want to vomit. God, it’s humiliating – you just hope that your friends won’t be here to witness your utter humiliation.

— I really, really need this bottle. Please?

You master your best puppy eyes, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, hoping he has at least a somewhat working and aching heart inside of his lean, muscular chest. The dark glasses of his don’t allow you to see his face clearly, but you can feel how he slowly eyes you from head to toe, slowing down at how much your hands are trembling at the confrontation.

In a normal situation, you would give up already. But this isn’t a normal situation – you wanted to learn how to be brave, independent, and stand up for yourself in small things, even if your friends still going to swirl you around into making dumb decisions.

— I was the first to grab it. Why should I give it to you?

His voice is mesmerizing – you didn’t expect something as deep from a random stranger in the corner shop and here you are, embarrassed, cheeks heated because you want to ditch your friends and look at the random guy you just met. Ah, the tragedy of meeting someone remotely attractive and closer to your age – or at least looking like it – in a mundane place so that the horny thoughts would make room inside your head.

— Because this would cheer me up really nice, sir.

You master even puppier eyes – and you lick your lips some more, hoping to elongate the point of how shitty your day was, and how nice it would be, just to have a bottle of coke to cheer you up. Man lets go of a grumpy noise, shaking his head.

“Fucking tourists” he mutters – and you feel even more embarrassed immediately. If anything, he is probably a tourist too!

— Sir? So the coke-stealer has manners after all.

His laugh is dry, and you want to take the bottle and leave – but when you yank it closer, he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grabs it even firmer, thin plastic deforms under his touch, and the tactical gloves he is wearing are only empathizing with the vast difference between you and him.

— I’m not a coke-stealer. I had dibs on this bottle.

He stares at you, tilting his head to the side. You look stubborn, like an angry little kitten – and, god fucking dammit, Horangi loved cats. Always wanted to get one or two, adorable furballs that would lay on him and Konig, maybe destroy the wildlife around their house. he loved cats and never had time to take care of them because of their combined jobs – so when he looks at this stubborn little woman – little more in her posture than actual size – he feels all the desire to take a kitten home gets straight into his pants.

He has to find Konig. Ah, and get the bottle back.

— Dibs don’t matter if you can’t even hold it. So, the bottle is mine.

— Sir, if anything, this bottle can’t belong to you yet. You haven’t paid for it!

— You too.

— But I will.

— Just as I am.

He chuckles, more amused than anything. You look angry, you look pissed, you munch on your lower lip nervously because you don’t want this man to walk all over you, but you also really want his – it belongs to the state, actually – coke. So, you yank it one last time, already preparing to give up and drink Pepsi as the loser woman you are.

Instead, the bottle goes right into your hand with ease – and you fall on your back, losing the connection between your legs and the ground. You prepare to fall and crack your head on the floor, just like a wet kitten of a person you are.

Instead, you stumble into…something. You want to say that it’s something soft, maybe a snack aisle or the pillows that are being sold in this store for some reason, but this mysterious “something” under your cheek is firm, tense and warm.

Just like in the worst romantic comedies you ever saw, you are crushed into a broad male’s chest. Don’t mess it up with another man’s broad chest, those are actually two very different individuals and the concentration of pecks on the square meter already makes you feel uneasy. You bite your lips nervously, wanting nothing more but to disappear – you finally have the bottle in your hands and you can swiftly retreat to the cashier on the other side of the shop, but the man behind you stops you.

— What’s going on, Tigeren?

Ah, good. The wall of muscles behind you smells of generic male deodorant and something metallic – and has the voice of a Greek god mixed with the most stereotypical Austrian accent ever. Not like you are an expert on accents or voices or tones because you’re not sure that Greek gods would have such high and grumbling voices, but you stand not corrected, drowning in your bad decisions.

You feel the firm hold on your shoulder gently put you away slightly, as the man comes to touch the asshole’s hand. Softly, gently, you want someone to touch you like this. You lift your gaze from the pair and…

Did you miss a Halloween party with the tough rule of wearing a mask all the time, even when you’re going out to grab some more snacks? You lower your gaze from the man who also wears a generic black mask and dark glasses, your eyes slowly go down to his pants and…

Did you miss a horse-riding party?

— Some tourist tried to steal my coke. Nothing, Ko.

— I’m not a tourist.

You mumble, under your breath. You don’t want to be here – the area suddenly becomes intoxicating, you feel out of place and you want to run away as fast as possible but the only thing you can do is to just strive on, hoping that you’d at least keep your beverage with you. You take a step to the side, hoping to retreat quietly, like a ninja – but they both notice and turn to your side immediately.

— This is a dangerous place, lady.

The tall guy – well, they are both tall, but the second one is fucking enormous, towering over the shelves and making you feel insignificant compared to him – grumbles it gently, almost carefully. You are inclined to listen to him, taking up his words like a damned prophecy. You know this place is dangerous – it’s a forest in the mountains of Austria, of course, it is dangerous, you tried to tell your friends this, but…well, to no avail. Useless as usual.

— I’m aware, thank you. Can I…excuse me, I will leave now.

— With my coke.

Korean guy snorts, the clear amusement in his voice. You don’t like the way he emphasizes the point of you stealing it from him – you both are entitled to it, if anything, he is the weird one to think that he has some special dibs for this. The bottle is already warmed up from your combined touches and you groan from the fact – now you will have to choke on the warm cola while all of your friends have fun with their dumb alcohol cocktails and ice cubes and everything you forgot to bring because you were the last one to get here. Because you were the last one they asked to join – feeling like an afterthought, you lick your lips nervously.

— Of course. The one you wrestled out of my hold.

— You let go of it, sir.

— Didn’t want to make a scene with a little thing like you.

You feel the tips of your ears burning. Oh, how you wanted to punch both of them – the tall one and the slightly less tall one, both chuckling like a pair of grannies on the porch. Like this fucking place needed more bears.

— You should be careful around these parts. Weird things going around.

The mountain has spoken again – weird, but all of his phrases feel more like something straight up from a horror movie. Combined with the eerie dim light of the tiny store and his mask, it sent a shiver down your spine. Gosh, you need to watch fewer horror movies and read less terrible dark romance books. You are jumpy, nervous, anxious, everything that doesn’t combine well with a forest trip.

You take a step back and the blue eyes follow you. When did he take off his sunglasses? Why do they both need sunglasses at night?

He looks at you and, fucks sake, you stumble into the aisle again. With a bottle of coke in your hand, which isn’t the best weapon in the world, you stumble to the cashier.

Cold gaze follows you. Oh, how he follows you.

You nervously bring the coke bottle to the old man behind the counter, listening to the tired German speech – you recognize the numbers, memorize the price of a single bottle, and yet…you feel the eyes glue to your back as you desperately rummage through your pockets. You swear to god that you had cash on you this exact morning – but you go through your pockets, through your backpack, and try to search for maybe some old cents and cards.

Nothing.

God, you feel like a failure – embarrassed that you wasted so much time trying to get this bottle only to put it back on the shelf in defeat and…

— On me. Move your ass, tourist.

The Korean guy notches your side and you glare at him with a mix of anger and shame – he pays for the bottle, probably grinning from how well he taught this annoying as fuck tourist a lesson, and also for the few snacks he bought, probably for himself and his…friend? Boyfriend?

You move your ass obediently, going out of the store, and your head hangs low in defeat. Your friends are smoking outside, everyone is visibly annoyed with how long it took you only to go out empty-handed. Jenny, one of your girlfriends, a tall brunette with a perfect fucking body that shouldn’t belong to someone in the real world and not 90-era comedies, looks…worried.

You went to ask her what was wrong, but she shook her head, looking somewhere behind you.

You stare at the ground, watching as your shriveled shadow from the single-store light swiftly being absorbed by someone’s much larger frame. You gulp, not wanting to look behind you, knowing what – or who – you might want.

Tall guy with a…coke bottle? Well, you weren’t expecting that. He gives you the bottle and you can almost see the condescending smile on his face as his fingers linger on your hand for longer than they should be. You take the offer, not really understanding what the fuck is really going on.

— Thank…you?

— No problem, kleine.

You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands are trembling. Jenny looks at you with surprise, clearly not expecting nerdy ol’ you to pull someone so…well, not nerdy and maybe old.

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright?

— Did you drop it or something?

— I…I think I lost my wallet. Have you seen it?

She stops for a second, thinking. There are a few things Jenny is good at – burning the tip of her tongue with a lighter, wearing crop tops, eating men alive (unless they are the most annoying ones alive). Lying isn’t one of them – not because she is a good person, but because she would rather flip your shit upside down and make you as upset as she possibly could.

— Chad took it. Said you’d find the nearest bus to get the fuck out of here if you’d have it.

He…

You can’t fucking believe this. All this humiliation because her annoying boyfriend didn’t want you to ruin this little unfriendly gathering. You feel angry tears in the corners of your eyes, almost ready to sniffle like the needy thing you are. God, you’re weak and pathetic and…

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention.

— Ladies like you shouldn’t go out this late. Bad things might happen.

Jenny snorted and you already wanted to close your eyes. She was clearly not having it and she had a very short temper – you take a step back, towards her, hoping to set her down. Instead, she took one look at your pleading expressions, and it made her even more annoyed. She was never good with locals.

— We’re getting out of this dump as soon as possible, sir. Didn’t ask for your opinion though.

He chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

— Just wanted to warn you. Tourists are disappearing around these parts.

— We’re not some dumb tourists.

— Ach? You aren’t?

Jenny fails to hear the amusement in her voice. You tuck the Coke bottle in your arms, hoping that they would stop.

— We’re not a bunch of dumb tourists and we will call the police if you’d proceed harassing us.

— Just wanted to give your friend what she forgot. Keep an eye on each other, ja?

— We will. Fuck off before I’m calling the 9-1-1, verstehen?

You feel even more embarrassed as she storms off to the truck where Chad and everyone else is staying, not even paying you a glance – too used to your sorry ass going right after her, like a lapdog that your other friend likes to bring everywhere in her tiny pink purse.

You sigh, feeling horrible. The guy is creepy. Tall, looming over everyone, both of them are fucking terrifying – but they paid for the coke and the Austrian one is genuinely trying to tell you something. A bit paranoid, maybe, but you see the cargo jacket he is wearing, so he is probably either a paranoid survivalist or maybe a part of the military. You like having someone worried about your safety, even in more of a scary horror movie-esque form.

— I’m…sorry for Jenny. She isn’t always like this, we’re just tired after a long road.

— You were driving whole day?

— We’re, um…on a trip. You know, a little getaway in the woods. Would have been nice.

The giant tilts his head to the side. You just noticed that his hands are twitching a little, fidgeting with the bottom part of his jacket. You find it almost cute, endearing in a way – at least he is as anxious about talking to you as you are to him. You find yourself also fidgeting on the bottle, swirling it in your hands, never understanding what you should do in a somewhat normal social situation.

— Be careful, kleine Hase. Like I said, it’s a dangerous place for young ladies like you.

The way he said it, calling you a young lady, made him look extremely old – and made you feel even more embarrassed and uncertain about your future. Here you are, wasting your youth on shitty road trips to Austrian woods instead of reading horror books and watching romance movies.

— Thank you, sir. I…I’ll keep that in mind.

— Are you two alone on the trip?

Alright, it was a bit creepy. his cold blue gaze bores in your face, making you feel small.

— No, Our male friends are with us.

He humms, almost sounding amused.

— Good. Wouldn’t want it to be too easy.

— Sorry?

— Wouldn’t want someone bad to hurt you so easily.

You smile. He is nice, even if a bit creepy – you nod slightly, taking a step towards the truck, since everyone else already got in and you still have a long road to the place of your camp.

— Thank you for the bottle, sir.

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja?

You nod.

Keeping yourself safe sure does sound nice. You can do it, right? (You can’t, but you don’t know that yet)

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m0uchie · 3 months

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The urge to jerk scara off in a public setting... He tries to keep his moans down because if anyone found out what we were doing it would be so embarrassing that we wouldn't be able to show our faces in public ever again...

𐙚 an innocent date!

— pairing : scaramouche x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; m!masturbation; public; f!masturbation too at the end

— a/n : I just started playing “a date with death” and I love it :( but now I can’t play danganronpa bc my computer doesn’t let me, for some reason. I MISS HAJIME. Also, it was going to be gn, but I forgot???

It's always like this when you and Scaramouche go on dates. You pick the restaurant, you insist for him to accompany you, you sit next to him at the table, and then slide your right hand under the table to feel his thigh.

His body shivers and his eyes widen in fright, giving you an accusatory look and seeing you laugh discreetly.

That’s not a matter to be laughing about! >:(

And despite everything, he can't stop you, because he knows he likes it, maybe even more than you. He agrees to go on dates together, already waiting for what you’ll do each time.

You want to suck his dick from under the bench? “This is so shameless!” He would think.

Cockwarm him during a movie session? “Absurd…”

Although not only you, but he himself knew that was a lie…

His dick was throbbing just from you asking him out again. When he saw you sit next to him at the table, he raised an eyebrow at you. But despite knowing what was to come, he couldn't be bothered to stop it.

Soon, your hands that were feeling his thighs move up a little to take up space inside his pants. His dick is taken out, but you are careful to keep it hidden under the table cloth.

“N-not here!—a-ah..!” He complained in a whisper, but couldn't stop the faint moan that left his lips right after feeling his cock being squeezed by your palm, and pumped up and down by your right hand in slow movements.

“Shhh… you don’t want anyone to hear it, do you?” You warn him. “And even though you deny, it seems like you’re looking forward to it much more than I do.” He shakes his head and sighs, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip hard, barely paying attention to what you were saying and just focusing on stopping his uncontrolled breathing.

It didn't do much good, as all you could hear afterwards were the small grunts of pleasure he made in an attempt to hide the loud moans he wanted to release.

With multiple eyes already on you and the conversation in the room calming down due to the spreading curiosity, you smiled gently in your beloved's direction and turned your body towards his. "Is everything okay?" He opens his eyes, your soft voice ringing in his ears. But instead of feeling concern in your voice, he knows you’re questioning him with the intention of mocking his situation and feigning regard for him.

“Hmm?” You persist, accelerating the movements with your hand and spreading all the pre-cum throughout his arousal. Scaramouche's eyes fill with tears and he begins to pant, desperately trying not to cry right then and there.

“Y-yes.” He responds briefly, without even looking up. His clothes and his own skin were stained by the tears that escaped. He was trying really hard to contain himself :(

However, as your fingers moved precisely along his length, scooping up a good amount of juices and bringing it to the tip with your thumb, he couldn't help but let out a needy moan. The lewd sounds of your fingers gliding over his shaft seemed so loud, but now no one was looking in your direction, which made the situation worse as you intensified the pumping on his dick.

Scaramouche’s breath caught in his throat when your hand moved faster on his cock, making him gasp and moan louder than intended. The couple seated next to you glanced over your direction, but quickly looked away in relief when they saw how sick the indigo-haired boy looked :( his face all red and sweaty, with a sweet girlfriend next to him who was helping him get better. Nothing to take out of context, right? It was so wrong of them to do that!

“…I don’t want anyone knowing what w-we’re- h-haa—! …doing..” Scaramouche whispers between gasps, trying to keep his voice down despite the urge to scream out loudly from the pleasure.

“That way, everyone will find out” you chuckled “and this is your favorite restaurant, isn’t it?” Your eyes stare at him, curious for his next answer.

“I know, but I need this” he exhaled, his breath loud and shaky close to your face, “I'm so close…” he loses himself and whimpers during the entire sentence, his body shaking with each passing second.

He looks at the food in front of him, untouched since the moment it arrived, perhaps even cold, and looks at his hand gripping the fork tightly, turning his knuckles white. Quickly, he drops the cutlery and lowers that hand to yours enveloping and working on his sex, guiding your movements with more intensity and humming with the more contact on his sensitive cock. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, and it felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if someone saw him like this. And the thought that should haunt him seemed to make his dick throb more than ever. Of course he didn't like the idea, the humiliation he would go through if that happened… but he felt strangely horny just imagining the eyes on him, watching him put on a show in front of everyone. This was so wrong.

“Ooh—mmmfgh..” he sobs, his other hand reaches your thigh, clenching into a fist around the fabric of your dress as he struggles to control himself. His face turned even redder, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, but he didn’t want to lose control in front of others.

“You’re being really noisy, you know that, don’t you?” You whisper, but he ignores you, barely able to contain the sounds anymore, “Hmm that feels so good…!” His eyes roll back into his head as he gives up controlling the urge to cum, feeling his orgasm building up inside of him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear and whimpering like crazy “I think I’m going to cum soon…”

He gave a final shuddering gasp and arched his back, releasing a thick stream of his seed onto the expensive tablecloth beneath him and into your hand. His body trembled for a moment before he could catch his breath again.

“Fuck…” he muttered, looking down at the mess he made, “I hope no one saw that”. He looks away, a little embarrassed, and leans back in his chair, still recovering from his orgasm. “And don’t think you’re not gonna get punished after this” he scowled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You blush lightly, your hands sticky and slimy with his cum that you hid between your legs. “Yeah yeah, we’ll deal with it later..” you roll your eyes, unconcerned. “I’m going to the toilet. I’ll be right back.”

“W-what?! Wait!” He calls, but you’re already far away. He suspires, deeply annoyed, and decides to wait for you at the table while he discreetly cleans himself and tries to remove the stain from the tablecloth with napkins.

But he doesn’t know what you’re doing in the restroom. Your dress down to your feet, knuckles deep inside your clenching hole, fingers going in with the same hand you used to jerk off your boyfriend, swallowing his juices with your greedy cunt :3

Oh, but if you take too long, he might just get mad and look for you himself!

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Yandere CEO Miguel O'Hara x Reader

part 2

Warning: Toxic behavior, age gap, Violence, death, daddy kink, very toxic, smut, porn with a little plot, grumpy Miguel. Modern au- ish. The reader understands Spanish.

Part 1

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Everything was dark. There was no light going through. No daylight, no artificial light in the house. Everything was sitting still with silence. The curtains were now a shade of blue as some of the walls from the moon shone through.

No one here, no one around to hear. The big luxurious house sits alone in a fancy community. Not gate, Miguel hates gated communities. Having to deal with the guy a front, he hates. However, with a fancy home comes a community where each house is isolated with big gardens, separate garages, Big beautiful trees all around the green yards, and piles of roses making plain bushes look pretty.

The bedroom was closed shut. Clothes are on the floor. The outfit that you picked out for the third date was now all over the bedroom, hardwood floors.

The only thing you could hear was the sound of wet skin squelching, You sat on your back on Miguel's torso with his legs and your legs spread wide open. Your head was resting near his shoulder as one of your hands was holding onto his neck while the other was clutching the bedsheets beneath you. Your eyes were blindfolded with one of his black ties.

This is the second time he has pleasured you. The second time the both of you are naked, making love while some call just straight-up porn. Miguel wanted to play with you. He wanted to play with something that was his.

His middle finger and ring finger were so deep inside you, rubbing your walls with his fingertips. He wanted so deep that he wanted to break off his fingers. He was so drunk with your pussy, he wanted to dive in and destroy it.

After the romantic date, that he planned and did, ended, he brought you back home. He didn't tell you that he wanted to have sex with you. He didn't give you any type of warning that he wanted to rip off your clothes. The second you guys went was spent ended with watching a movie and sleeping while cuddling. Now here you are after the third date, laying there with your legs spread open while he was fucking your pussy with his long, thick fingers. He's so big and fit that you forgot how much it came to pleasure above all and beyond.

Your moans were so turning him on, it was making him even more horny. He was so horny. After the date, you went to the bedroom and started to change into your pj's when he came from behind wrapped his tie around your eyes, and blindfolded you.

He told you that he wanted to take care of you and make you feel good like he did before. You got him addicted to this.

"You're so warm, cariño." he felt his fingers getting wet with how much he was playing with your pussy. "You like my fingers, don't you. Is this pussy mine, baby?"

He watched as you squirm with his touch inside you. "Y-yes!~...Ahh!...oh~....."

"Yes, what." He stopped moving his fingers.

"Yes! Daddy!...Ah! This pussy is yours!`...Oh.." You moaned out. He didn't pump his finger, he was just playing with your insides which made you act crazy. He moved again. The teasing made you feel more hot.

"I want you to gush on my fingers, reina. I want you to cum. Cum for me baby." He moved his fingers faster than before. The sound of your pussy getting slapped around made him roll his eyes back.

"Ahh! Oh.....Miguel!" You screamed feeling a wave coming through. Squirting all over his fingers, coating them, and drenching them with your juices. He took his fingers out and gave a few flicks on your clit which made you spray even more, "Ah!Ah~"

"Que chula es mi reina." He gave you a kiss on your cheek. You couldn't see what he was doing you could only feel him shift and move around.

You felt your back on the bed and his presence on top of you. He went under your wet pussy, feeling his hot breath near. He kissed your thighs and moaned, making it vibrate. "I want to taste you, mi amor."

Your hands were gripping on the bedsheets as went in a started to suck your clit with his mouth. You felt the vibration going through with the moan he let out.

His touch was everything. He made you so high that you couldn't remember anything. You couldn't even remember your name. The only name you were moaning out was, "Miguel~...Miguel!~...Ohhh~ Miguel!!"

That night, he fucked you. He came inside you so many times that you felt so bloated with his seemed. He pleasured you so many times that it made you forget. His pleasure made you forget.

You were honestly grateful that you listened to your ob-gyn a couple years ago about birth control. You never planned on having sex, you just wanted to fix your period pain. Even though the IUD was a freaking pain to be inserted that you felt like dying, you never knew that it would come in handy.

As days went by, his lawyers came to the house and discussed more of the marriage license. He told them that you were ready to sign. When you told him that it's a bit early for you to get married, he quickly snapped at you.

Now that the paper was in front of you and the pen was in your hand, you realized how real this was. How everything was. You'll be married to this man. You'll now be Mrs. O'hara.

His lawyers were talking to him about the more paperwork that you'll be doing since you have to change your last name. You stared at the paper trying to read it, but the only thing you could see was the blurriness and your heartbeat taking over your brain.

"What's wrong, mi amor."Miguel placed his hand on your back. You stared at him and saw his face. The man that you'll wake to for the rest of your life.

You remembered the night you told him that you weren't ready. He screamed at you. "N-nothing." You wrote your signature on the dotted line.

Paperwork after paperwork, you are finally married to Miguel O'Hara. The lawyers and a private judge, who's one of Miguel's friends, congratulated Miguel and left. "What's the matter, mi amor. You're so quiet."

"I just didn't plan to be married right away. I thought I was." You looked at him and images of him grabbing you and dragging you to the bedroom, yelling at you that you will marry him no matter what. His pleasures make you forget." Nothing, I...I'm happy."

"Are you still not sure about the marriage." He got closer to you. "Because if you aren't sure."

"No!..N-no I am sure! I'm happy." You said to him.

His mouth turned to a smile. "Good! how about we go to the bedroom and have a moment as newlyweds." He kissed your neck. "We could start having a little bundle of joy." He placed his hand on your stomach.

"I think we should wait first. We just got married and we should enjoy ourselves before-" You couldn't finish your sentence.

His red crimson eyes stared at you, "You don't want kids? Because if you don't want kids," he held your waist a little too tight, "then."

"I-I do!" You whinced at how hard he was gripping your waist. "I just thought-"

"You thought wrong. We're going to have kids and we are ready for it. Trust me, once we get a little ñiño or ñiña then you will see that you've always been ready." He grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the bedroom.

Tell him about the birth control! You heard a voice in your head. Don't tell him! You should bear his child! You shouldn't! He gave you everything! You should still enjoy your life first! You're his wife! Kids can be a handful! You're being ungrateful! You deserve better!

His pleasure made you forget.

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"I made an appointment to check our fertility." Miguel tossed his phone on the couch and sat next to you. "We have it tomorrow, early morning, okay."

It's been five months since the both of you have been trying. You were shocked that the birth control was holding on strong.

Every night, he would fuck you deep inside. Sometimes he would fuck you rough. On other nights, he would fuck you gently. There are times when you would go to sleep early to avoid it, but then you'll feel him on top of you, fucking you.

You eventually told him that you might get pregnant if you guys take it slow and don't spend all night in bed naked. You told him that your body needed to rest maybe that's why you couldn't get pregnant.

Your heart was racing. You were panicking. You couldn't shed a night's sleep at all.

When you felt the sun shining through, you felt your stomach getting heavy. You had to use the bathroom to relieve yourself of how nervous you were. You felt so nauseous that your legs couldn't start jiggling up and down.

You heard him waking up, so you quickly cleaned yourself up and got ready for the day.

He put on a casual blue shirt and some jeans. You tried to urge him to not miss work, but he replied by saying that he's the boss and that missing a day won't harm him or the company. You looked at the clock as the time was getting close for the appointment.

Just tell him! Maybe he'll understand! you thought to yourself. You lied to him. You have been lying to him for five months. "Let's go." He got up from the armchair and headed downstairs.

You followed him from behind. Your cuticles were starting to bleed with how much you were picking on them. "Wait, Miguel."

He turned around, "What?"

"We can't go." You said. He stood in front of you. He was so tall and broad that it started to frighten you. "There's nothing wrong with us."

"What do you mean?" He asked. You shook your head. Why are you so scared? Stop being scared? You told yourself. Your eyes were getting watery. "(Y/N)?"

You looked at him, "I'm......I'm on birth control." You looked at his face and saw how angry he got.

His face was no longer the usual face he made. His eyes were darting right at yours."What!"

"I've been on birth control for two years now. I got it when I first turned 18. I'm sorry. I should've told you, I'm sorry." You explained to him.

"If you were on birth control then why didn't you tell me!" He yelled at you.

"I don't want to have kids now. I'm not ready. Miguel please," You cried to him. "Migue-"

"Pills or inserted?" He asked. "Answer me!"

"It's an IUD." You replied.

He took your hand and pulled you towards the front door. "They'll take it out."

"Wait! Miguel! I'm not ready! Please! Please don't do this to me!" You sobbed to him, trying to get free from his grip. You pulled your body away from him but his strength was easily overpowering yours.

He turned to you and grabbed your face. "No! You don't get to do this to me! You've been lying to me! This entire time I thought that we couldn't have kids, but now you're telling me that you are on birth control!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" You cried out.

"I don't want to hurt you. I really don't want to hurt you." He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

"Please don't hurt me! I'm so sorry!" You felt his grip so tight on you.

"Your privileges are over. You're no longer going outside. You no longer have access online. We're going to get that thing remove and once it's done, I'm going to fuck you day and night. I don't care about your pleas. I don't care what you say, I'm going to put babies inside you." He dragged you back to the bedroom and threw you on the bed.

He called the doctor and told him that the visit was now going to be a home visit. The doctor came in and removed the IUD from your body. When the doctor left, Miguel went in and did what he told you.

The only difference was that he wasn't gentle. He wasn't calling you sweet names like he did. Instead, his wordplay was more...degrading. Calling you a bitch or a slut.

Every day, he'll fuck you. Any chance, he'll bend you over; whether it was the kitchen counter, the bedroom, or even the bathroom, he'll bend you over and fuck you.

One night, he was rougher than ever. He was fucking you deep and hard. He was making you tear up. "Ah!...Mhmm~ Ngh!...Fucking bitch! take my fucking cock! Fucking whore!" He thrust in and out.

He pressed your head on the pillow with your ass up in the air, "Ah!...I- Fuck! I'm going to put a baby in there! fuck~" He will slap your ass and continue to fuck you ignoring your sobs to tell him to stop.

That morning, he was gone when you woke up. You went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. You felt the water running down your body. You sat on the floor and cried your feelings out.

When he came home, he opened the bedroom door and started to undress himself. You lay on the bed, hearing his belt buckle hitting the floor. You were staring away from him, covering yourself in blankets. You covered your face, letting out a cry. "Please." You sat up and stared at him with desperation. "Please. You're hurting me."

"I'm doing what's best for us." He said.

You sobbed. You cried and cried. "You're not seeing what you're doing to me! You're hurting me! You said that you'll love me! You said that you won't hurt me!" He got on the bed and got closer to you. "No. No...NO! NO! STOP! STOP! NO! NO!" you kicked and pushed until you felt your hand slapping him across his face. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

You ran to the bathroom and closed the door. You locked the door and ran to the tub. You got in and curled yourself into a ball. You could hear his knocks and calls out for you.

"I-I'm sorry baby. Please open the door. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said it in a concerned tone. He never meant to hurt you. He didn't. He never realized what he had done. "Carño..Por…porfavor… I want to see you, please. I need to know that you're okay. Mi amor." He wanted you to hit him back to get back at him for not realizing how much damage he had caused you. That was never his intention. He never wanted you to be scared of him. The way you looked at him, the screams you made It sounded and looked like you were going to be killed. It was a wake-up call to Miguel, to finally get some sense and see what he had done. "I'll let you do whatever you want. If you want to go outside, I'll take you. I'll take you wherever you want to go. If you want to hit me, then hit me and punch me. I just want to see you. Porfavor! Carñino! Abra la puerta."

You never answered him back. You stayed in the bathroom for hours and hours. Eventually, those hours turned into days.

Miguel, every day, kept talking to you and telling you to open the door, but there was nothing. He was getting worried. The only response he got from you was when he saw that the food he left out was eaten, so at least he knows that you're still alive. He would leave out a blanket, pillows, and some fresh new clothes so you could at least be comfortable. He doesn't know if you are ever going to forgive him and he doesn't blame you.

At work, he hardly concentrated because all of his thoughts were of you. When he comes home from work, he'll stare at the door contemplating if he should knock the door down or wait until you are ready.

"Mi amor," he said softly. "Perdoname…Perdoname…Porfavor." he sat down on the floor near the door. "I won't force you. I won't do those things to you. Please, open the door. If you don't want to have kids now, then I'll wait till you're ready. I was so eager to start a family that I didn't think about how you'd feel. I'm sorry." he rested his head on the door. "I'm sorry for not listening to you," he closed his eyes, feeling guilty for all the things he had until he remembered the other little things he committed. The murder of your mother. Does he feel guilty for that? Not really.

"You won't hurt me?" You finally said, softly.

He opened his eyes wide open. "Mi Amor? No. I won't hurt you, I promise. I promise baby. I swear to you. I swear to everything that I won't hurt you ever again. Let me in, please." He heard the door unlock and moved his body to turn towards it. When he saw the door open, he finally saw you and you saw him on his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your stomach. "I love you. I love you. I love you. Te amo, mi amor. Te amo mucho. I'll never hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. Not you. I'll do anything you want me to do, but please forgive me. I can't live without you. I can't live without you. I can't. I can't. I refuse to live without you. I love you so fucking much. Mi Vida. Mi Sol. Mi Cielo. Eres todo para mi. I don't care if the world ends as long as I'm with you, I'll be the happiest man alive. Mi Princesa. Mi Reina. Mi Amor." He kissed your stomach, your hands, your arms, your legs, he trailed his way up to you and cupped your cheeks. "I love you so much, I'll burn this planet down so it can just be the two of us."

"You really hurt me, Miguel." You said to him.

"I know. I know, princess. I hurt you so much and you didn't deserve it. The things I'd done to you. The things I've said. If I ever even dare to say any of those things to you again, kill me. Shoot me in the head. I'd rather be dead than hurt you ever again. I love you." He pulled you into a hug, feeling you in his arms. "I love you, Mi amor."

You felt his warmth once again. His touch. His gentle touch. "I love you too."

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The cold was settling in. The snow was covering the roads and sidewalks. Kids are out building snowmen and angels. Christmas lights are out and colorful shining through the city.

The local church with many kids and parents getting hot cocoa, warm blankets, and jackets. Helpers handing out gifts to kids. Light Christmas music playing on the speakers.

You rubbed your hands together to get a bit of warmth. "Mi amor, I told you to bring your mittens, you're gonna get cold." You turned to Miguel who was getting a pair of mittens from his dark brown coat. "Here," He took your hands and put on the warm mittens. Your warm mittens. "Mi vida." He placed a kiss on your forehead.

He went back to hand parents hot cocoa or tea and kids some presents. Many kids were surrounding him as they thanked him. They were talking to him about how cool the gifts were. He gave their parents, who didn't have a car, a gift box with their new car keys inside. He gave single moms a free two-day spa ticket they could use alongside a professional babysitter's phone number, who could watch their kids free of charge. Of course, Miguel is the one paying for all of this. A true hero for the people.

You handed out bags of candy to kids and saw how big their smiles grew. Family taking pictures with a Christmas tree behind them. You never had a true Christmas day. The first year you spent with Miguel in the house and your mom, Miguel was in his office all day while your mother was partying it out. You remember when Miguel knocked on your bedroom door and gave you a diamond necklace, matching bracelet, and earrings. The second time was just you and him. He gave you a gorgeous dress ( that matches your style perfectly). And now here you are, giving presents to the people in need. Looks like there were signs all along.

When the night ended, the both of you went home. Miguel told you about the New Year's Eve party at the company. You couldn't pay attention because all you could think of was the faces those kids made. The way they were so happy about the littlest things. The way Miguel was so gentle with them. The way they all played with each other.

The New Year's Eve party was nice with all the scientists and workers gathering together and talking about their latest project. Everyone was talking to Miguel about his work and the intervention of how far everything has gone with science and technology. Miguel introduced you to everyone as his wife. The fact that you felt yourself blush over that was something.

He kept you close to him and always held your hand everywhere you both went. Even if he wasn't there, the two guards are there to protect you. Miguel then gave a speech to everyone as a thank you for their hard work and dedication for their long hours of using their knowledge to further enhance the evolution of people's health.

The car ride was comfortable as you listened to music that felt nostalgic. Miguel blasted the radio, placing his hand on your thigh the entire ride back home.

"It's so freaking cold outside, but I tried to warn them about this." He took off his pants and shirt. "We're busting our asses to maintain a functional solution for this polluted crisis." He put on some gray sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Shortly, all of this will be over, and we'll have normal winters and easy summers." He walked over to the bed and saw you sitting in your chair with your vanity spaced out. "Are you okay, mi amor?"

You snapped from your thoughts and looked at him. "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Is everything alright? You spaced out. I know science can be boring and can make people drive off." He continued to talk, removing the pillow to lift up the blanket.

"I think I'm ready." You told him. Miguel stopped what he was saying and what he was doing. He stared at you with his mouth hung open. "I want a baby."

It was cold. The air was making things freeze outside. The cold roads were turning into ice, making it slippery.

The only thing that was making everything warm was the body heat you both were creating.

Miguel was sitting on the armchair with his legs spread open. He had his hands on your back, holding you tightly. His face was buried into your chest, kissing it, leaving hickeys all over. He lifted you up and down so gently and sensual. He ran his hands all over your body as you are on top of him, pussy deep into his cock.

You moaned out the pleasure of his cock hitting your cervix making your head tilt back. He lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He, gently, placed you on the bed and continued to thrust into you. He placed his hands on yours and intervened his fingers with yours holding each other's hands. He kissed you so passionately and deep it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He lowered his body closer to yours rested his head on your neck and picked up the pace with his thrust. Your hands were on his back feeling his cock drilling you in and out. His moans and grunts entered into your ear and were mixed with your orgasms. His soft moans turned into words that made you feel good. "I~ I love you...Ah!~...I love you, mi amor."

He made love to you. He made you remember.

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The crisp, orange leaves fell down and landed on the green yards all over. People put their carved pumpkins out on their porches. Horror films are being played on TV. Halloween decorations are being put everywhere. Spooky music fills the air through the loudspeakers. The fresh air hit your face as you ate all the pretzal bites you bought. Your two guards were holding two cups of pigs in a blanket and more pretzel bites while walking aside from you.

you threw the now empty cup into the trash bin and entered the store. You looked through and found all the cute things that made you smile.

You ate the rest of the pretzal bites on the way back home. You placed the shopping bags on the couch and went towards the kitchen. You saw the chef that was making the food. You were now his taste tester, but were just hungry.

You heard the front door open and close and saw Miguel coming in. He walked up to you and kissed you on the lips. His hand made its way to your stomach and gave it a little rub. "How was little one today."

"He wanted pretzal bites." Miguel bent down and gave a kiss on your swollen belly. "I think we're gonna need to buy a pretzel place."

He chuckled, "He's gonna be just like you. How was shopping?"

"Good. I bought this cute onsie and a tiny little binnie. I know he's gonna grow out of it fast, but they were so cute." You explained and showed it to him.

That night, you woke up in pain. You looked at the clock and saw it was two in the morning. "You're going to be trouble to put to sleep, aren't you?" You whispered while rubbing your belly; the pain was getting worse. You took deep breaths while feeling the contraction. You got up and moved to be more comfortable. Another wave of contraction came in closer when, all of a sudden, you felt a big wave of water running down your legs. "Miguel!"

He quickly woke up, "What's wrong?" He got up from the bed and saw you in excruciating pain.

"My water just broke."

The ride was fast and safe. Miguel timed the contractions and told you to take deep breaths.

The labor itself was painful, but you were just happy to finally meet your baby. Miguel was right by your side during everything. He let you hold his hand while you squeezed it. Miguel demanded that you have the baby on your knees so gravity can help you out and it did.

When you heard the baby cry you cried with joy.

After the after-birth, you lay back down on the bed as the nurses placed the baby on your chest. He was an exact copy of Miguel.

"What should we name him?" He asked.

"How about Gabriel."

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Miguel came home from work and saw you breastfeeding your son. It's been a month since you came back home with your newborn son. Miguel has been more helpful than ever. He stayed up at night to feed his son so you can have your rest. He would change his diaper instead of asking you. "Mi amor, I've been thinking about hiring a professional nanny to come and help while I'm at work." He told you.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Por su puesto, mi amor. It'll be nice for someone to come in and help while I'm not here." He said to you, taking the baby from your arms, and cradling it. "I've found a professional nanny who also has a degree in nursing. She worked in healthcare at the children's department and also in childcare for 20 years. Of course, you'll meet her as well and determine whether or not she's fit for it, I just thought it would be good to get a little help. Besides," He kissed the baby's head while rocking him, "we plan on having more, right?"

You met the nanny, who was professional and caring. She already had kids of her own and is now a proud new grandma. You gave her all holidays and weekends off. You also made sure that Miguel gave her a holiday bonus and benefits for herself and her family. She helped you whenever you needed it.

This was your life now.

Miguel's dream came true. He got the woman he loves and a family. He'll make sure that nothing will ever take that away from him.

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The Eye of the Hurricane [13] - Cupcakes

A.N: Here’s the new chapter my loves! ❤️ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: There are many ways to plan a wedding.

Word Count: 2500

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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Apparently, the fact that you had been in a car chase with bullets flying around last night didn’t change the fact that you had to go cake tasting the next morning.

Even if you were in desperate need of some sleep.

Bucky had brought you back into the honeymoon suit last night and put around twenty bodyguards in the hallway before leaving, and even if you wanted to go with him to question the captives, you were way too tired to do so. Since he was nowhere to be found in the suit after you woke up, you figured he had gone to his apartment instead of here after he was done. You heaved a sigh as you filled your cup with coffee, then walked to sit down on the couch and pulled your phone up to check the schedule for the day. Taking a sip of your coffee, you sent a quick text to Becca, and looked over your shoulder when you heard the door open.

Bucky offered you a small smile as he stepped into the hotel suit, and you tilted your head.

“Hey,” you said. “I was wondering where you were.”

“Hey,” he rasped out, exhaustion laced in his tone and you frowned slightly.

“Why do you look like you haven’t slept last night?”

Bucky shook his head, making his way to the coffee pot before grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

“Because I haven’t—” He stopped talking when he looked down at the red fingertip stains on the white porcelain cup he was holding, then cursed under his breath and went to wash his hands in the sink. You took a better look at him, now noticing the blood on his clothes and pulled back slightly.

“Bucky?”

“Not my blood,” he said. “I was uh—we were questioning the guys.”

“The whole night?”

“Mm hm,” he said, wiping his hands with a paper towel before grabbing another cup to pour himself some coffee. You leaned back to the kitchen island, cradling your cup in your palms.

“You should get some rest.”

“No time for that,” he said, taking a huge sip of his coffee. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and go to work. How do you feel? Could you get some sleep last night?”

“Are you trying to divert the subject?”

“Yeah, is it working?”

“No,” you deadpanned. “You need to sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” he joked, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Bucky.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I don’t,” you said quickly. “I don’t worry about you as a principle. It’s just that if you get sick because you haven’t slept or whatever, we’ll have to postpone the wedding and I know you haven’t met our wedding planner but she is not the type of person you cross.”

“Noted,” Bucky said. “Do you have any plans today?”

“I’m going cake tasting with Becca,” you said. “So did the guys say anything?”

“One of them will, eventually,” Bucky said. “We’re being very convincing.”

You hummed. “Do you have a preference?”

“In weapons?”

You blinked a couple of times.

“In cakes,” you said. “Flavor wise.”

“Ah,” he said. “Sorry, my mind is still at the warehouse. Anything but banana.”

“Very helpful,” you muttered. “You don’t have a favorite flavor in cakes?”

“Not really, I’m good with all of them—” he started but his phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, then his eyes skimmed the lines before he let out a groan.

“What?” you asked and he rubbed at his eyes.

“I forgot I had a meeting with Stark,” he said and cleared his throat. “Great, okay. So doing wedding stuff today then?”

“Yeah I gotta take a shower and get ready, but I can wait. You’re the one who looks like a horror movie killer.”

He grinned. “You know, if you ever wanted to save water…”

“You’re about to pass out from exhaustion and you can still make sex jokes?” you asked with your brows raised and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I have my priorities,” he said. “So if you—”

“That will never happen,” you pointed out. “Go.”

He held up his hands.

“Okay, okay…” he said as he climbed the stairs and you shook your head slightly when you heard the bathroom door close.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, taking another sip of your coffee. “Can’t believe I’m marrying him.”

When you planned this cake tasting with Becca, you were sure it would be fun for you but safe to say, Becca’s mood wasn’t the best after last night. When you first talked about it, you had said Leila could join as well but since she wasn’t here, you could only guess they had a big talk last night, after the car chase incident.

“So,” you said as you sat down and grabbed the nearest cupcake, then read the label that informed you that it was walnut and carrot. “How have you been?”

“Fine,” Becca said, turning the cupcake in her hand and you pressed your lips together.

“How is Leila after last night?”

“Uh, she went to work,” Becca said, still staring at her cupcake. “And hasn’t texted me yet so I wouldn’t know.”

“Did she say anything last night?” you asked as you bit down on the cupcake, then shook your head and put it aside while Becca heaved a sigh.

“Yeah we talked.”

“And?”

“She says—I mean obviously she was terrified but she kept saying it wasn’t my fault.”

You hummed. “But you don’t believe her.”

“Well she has been in zero car chases with bullets flying around before she met me, so…” Becca trailed off and you reached out to hold her hand.

“Becca…”

“She’s going to leave me,” Becca said and cleared her throat. “You know what, she should leave me. That’s the right choice there.”

“Becca!”

“I never thought I’d say this, but maybe mom was right.”

You rolled your eyes. “I love Winnifred, but I wouldn’t take her advice on romance.”

“No no,” Becca said. “She kept saying this life is no fit for civilians, and she’s right.”

“You’re not even officially in the business,” you told her. “I mean I can see why being with a civilian would put them in danger if you’re one of the bosses, but you’re not. You don’t even want to be.”

“It doesn’t matter though,” Becca insisted. “I put my girlfriend in danger—”

“HYDRA put your girlfriend in danger,” you said. “And everyone is fine except those guys. I don’t know where Bucky took them but—”

“The usual warehouse.”

“Ah,” you said. “Well apparently he questioned them all night last night, so I can assure you that we’re taking revenge.”

“My girlfriend’s safety is more important to me than revenge,” she said and you pulled back slightly.

“Right,” you said. “No I know. But they’re never going to hurt anyone else, I assure you. And Leila is safe.”

She pursed her lips together and shut her eyes before squeezing at your hand.

“Sorry if that came out snappy.”

“No I get it,” you said. “Trust me.”

“It’s just…” she muttered and swallowed thickly. “Is this going to be the rest of my life? Always looking over my shoulder and worrying I might get someone killed?”

“Of course not,” you said in a rush. “No way. We had truce so far and it never happened before right? It’s just until we get rid of these assholes that we need to be extra careful, that’s all. After that, it will all be fine.”

She scoffed a small laugh.

“You sound like Bucky.”

“That might be the worst thing you ever said to me throughout our friendship,” you deadpanned and she let out a giggle.

“He looked pretty worried last night.”

“I mean I’d say so, you’re his little sister—”

“No no, for you,” she said. “We had a talk when he took me and Leila home.”

You pulled your brows together and shook your head.

“No way, Bucky doesn’t worry about me,” you said. “Why would he?”

Becca blinked a couple of times, and opened her mouth then closed it again to lean her fist on her lips, as if trying to control herself.

“Because we’re picking cakes for your wedding right now?”

“Oh yeah but that’s the only reason,” you said. “If I get killed, he will have to do business with Ian and he won’t do it so… It’s in his self-interest rather than my wellbeing.”

“I can’t believe I used to accuse Bucky of being oblivious.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Okay so, my relationship issues aside, let’s pick the perfect cake for you and my brother’s wedding that is completely pragmatical on both sides, nothing more.”

You nodded fervently, then turned to look at the table.

“Not the bananas though, apparently he doesn’t like banana flavor in cakes.”

Becca raised her brows and tried to bite back a smile.

“Right. Uh huh.”

“Anyways,” you said and grabbed the next cupcake. “Let’s do a pragmatical cake tasting then.”

By the time you were done with everything you were supposed to do, it was already evening. You and Becca had picked two cakes but you couldn’t be sure so you had asked the bakery to give you a box of them so that you could get Bucky’s opinion as well.

Even though the idea of making his slice banana flavored just to mess with him was tempting, you were going to play nice.

Well, as nice as you could.

You pulled over in front of the warehouse and left the car with your bodyguards following you. Bucky’s men rushed around as soon as they saw you walking there with the small bag thrown over your arm, and one of them opened the door to no doubt let Bucky know. You smiled at the men by the door.

“May I?”

“Of—of course ma’am,” one of them said, opening the door for you and you stepped inside to see Bucky approaching the door.

“Charm?”

“Hi there,” you said looking around the warehouse. You had been here a couple of times while you were still the heir, and it looked as huge as you remembered. You could see the tied up figured on the chair far away in the room as the familiar scent of blood hit your nostrils, and you scrunched up your face before turning to Bucky’s men. “Could you leave us please?”

They turned to look at Bucky who nodded, so they all left one by one, leaving you with him and the tied figure that almost looked unconscious. Bucky went to the table to grab a towel so that he could wipe his bloodied hands.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wedding stuff,” you said, putting the bag on the table to open the small cardboard box. “I’m supposed to let them know tonight about which flavor we picked, and I figured I wouldn’t have the time if you decide to spend the whole night here again.”

“Okay but—”

“Also what kind of a question is that? We’re getting married and I can’t visit you at work, asshole?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Here,” you cut him off by pushing a piece of cupcake into his mouth before he could say anything else and he pulled his brows together as he chewed on it, obviously deciding that arguing with you was useless.

“This is amazing,” he said. “What is this?”

“Lemon coconut,” you said as you tore a piece of the other cupcake in the box while he nodded.

“We can go with this one—”

“No so fast buddy, try this too,” you said, pushing the piece of the other cupcake into his mouth again and he chewed on it, deep in thought.

“And this?”

“Chocolate blueberry.”

“Fuck, this is a hard decision.”

“I know right?” you asked while the guy tied to the chair let out a whine. “I’m more leaning towards lemon coconut but…”

“Yeah no, chocolate blueberry is delicious too—why don’t we have two cakes?”

“Because the cake is symbolical Bucky!” you whispered while the guy let out another groan. “This marriage is going to require us to take some decisions about business together, how are we going to do that if we can’t decide on—shut it asshole!”

Bucky looked over his shoulder at the guy. “Yeah prick, we’re having a conversation here.”

“Fuck you,” the guy managed to wheeze out and Bucky shook his head slightly.

“You’d think he’d be more cooperative since I killed the other guy in front of him.”

You hummed, picking at the cupcake. “We are killing him too right?”

“Obviously, he put you and Becca in danger.”

“He also made Becca upset!” you said. “You know how I feel when people make Becca upset.”

Bucky popped the piece of cupcake into his mouth, then nodded his head.

“Lemon coconut it is,” he said. “Can I go back to beating the fuck out of him now?”

“Yeah don’t let me stop you,” you said and grabbed another cupcake from the box to follow him to the guy.

It was quite obvious that Bucky had broken every single bone in his face considering how he looked. Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth, his breaths were leaving his bloodied lips in pained groans but he still managed to look up at you while you leaned sideways to the column close to you, nibbling on the cupcake.

“Oh isn’t this the princess?” he said with great difficulty but let out a groan when Bucky grabbed his throat to squeeze it.

“I didn’t say you could look at her,” Bucky said calmly and you grinned.

“Hi there,” you said, chewing on the cupcake. “You seemed more confident while you were chasing me with a car, huh?”

The guy let out a choked noise and Bucky tilted his head, then pulled his hand back so that he could breathe again.

“You fucking bitch…” the guy started but he didn’t get to finish his sentence when Bucky punched him in the stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs. He coughed while Bucky shook his head slightly.

“He just doesn’t learn,” he told you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“They never do,” you said, turning to the guy. “That was very rude by the way. Someone should teach you some manners.”

The guy scoffed and spat out blood.

“Maybe someone should teach you, you spoiled slut—”

He didn’t get to say anything else when Bucky pulled out his knife and rammed it right into his kneecap, making him let out a howl of pain.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice completely calm. “It’s not going to be you who teaches me anything though.”

He tried to catch his breath while you popped the rest of the cupcake into your mouth, then tilted your head.

“Bucky?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Yes sweetheart?”

“Make him do it again.”

Bucky shot you a grin and twisted the knife, the guy’s scream echoing through the warehouse again.

Chapter 14

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jade-jini · 6 months

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My brain still has some g!p loser virgin Minjeong left so I need to keep talking do not shut me up.

(I need her deep in my *cars collapse*)

Ok clearly she ain’t a virgin anymore lmao but still she’s not experienced at all. You’re surprisingly patient with her:’) guiding her through the basics of it. She was very eager to learn how to eat you out. So when she first did it it was both messy but also so good. “So this is your clit, right?” She asked softly touching it with the tip of her finger, lying in between your legs nsfndk loser. “Yes. Remember what I told you?” “The more I stimulate it the better you feel?” “Good puppy. Do you wa- holy fuck Minjeong!” You couldn’t even finish and she was already licking it up and down 😭 like yeah it felt nice but she was being so messy and impatient you actually had to grab her hair and slowly guide her. Which ended up in you basically fucking her mouth. That day she was so focused on ONLY eating your pussy and using her fingers. She wanted to get better at it and make you proud :( so she kept going until the only reason you were grabbing her hair was because of how good she was making you feel.

“Is that good y/n?” She’d ask while looking up at you and smdnfk those puppy eyes I’m telling you. “So good puppy, you’re so good…” you’d moan while patting her head and that made her so happy.

Minjeong is such an impatient puppy when she’s inside you, so you teach her how to have a less erratic pace, grabbing her hips and guiding her when she’s the one on top, or fucking yourself on her cock when she’s behind you (which she loves even after she gets better). And of course, the more you fuck the better she got at not.. coming so fast dnndkd.

You can’t be too good and patient tho, you torture her a bit and that’s where cockwarming comes in the picture 😌( mainly the reason I wanted to continue writing shdjdjw). You’d take her home after class and since you’ve been teasing her all day, she assumes you guys are gonna have a lot of fun once you’re at your place and she’s so excited already lol. So when you explained to her that you were gonna watch a movie she was a little confused but, nonetheless was ok with spending time with you. Oh but poor thing.. didn’t know what was coming (spoiler alert: not her for a while). You guys were chilling at the sofa, when suddenly you started unzipping her pants which she willingly took off, silently grateful to know all that teasing wasn’t for nothing. When you also took yours off and slowly sat on her shaft, she was quick to grab you and start moving you up and down on it and Omg it felt so good you almost forgot what the plan was. Ah yeah- cockwarming. “Wait-Omg wait minjeong.” “Hm? what’s wrong y/n? Did I hurt you?” She asked worried and immediately stopped sndjdjf why did she have to be so cute all the time. “No no, but there’s something I want us to try today ok? Just stay still, don’t move.” And so she did. But you see, being inside you and not being able to move was so hard for her that not even 20 seconds went by and she was already asking you “w-what do I do now? When can I move?” “Once the movie is done. But you’re gonna go through the whole almost 2 hours without coming, ok?” “..What?!” She gulped. Wdym not coming?! What did she do? Jeongie didn’t understand if this was some type of punishment because nothing sounded crueler than that. You quickly turned around, now facing her and grabbed her face to softly explained to her that she didn’t do anything wrong. You used the excuse of “this will help you last longer”. And she doesn’t have the brain to fact-check on that so she just trusts you 😭. She just wants to make you feel good so she’ll do whatever you ask her for even if it was something as hard as this.

Ofc you didn’t make it easy for her tho. You didn’t only move a little bit throughout the movie, but also left little kisses and praise her from time to time. She’d only hug you closer to her and whimper, trying her best not to lose it. After a little more than an hour tho she was already begging you to please let her come lol and you almost gave in but no! She could hold it in a little longer. She wanted to prove she was your good girl right? So she better behave. Poor girl almost looked in actual pain, sobbing against your chest while she hugged you, whispering how good your pussy felt and how much she needed to come inside it and ughhhh- the rest of the movie was as painful for her as it was for you. Once it was over tho you made sure to reward her and ride her so good ‘till her legs were shaking dndkfnjd. (The pic of minjeong sitting down with that dark shirt-).

She gets touchy too 😳 whenever she gets horny she goes behind you and holds you by the waist, her hand dangerously getting closer to your boobs, but if it’s in public you just look at her, daring her to actually do it. Ofc, she doesn’t 😭 so she just groans and stays holding you. If you’re alone tho she will grab them and get your ass right against her already hard dick, silently begging you for some attention. When y’all fucking her hands will travel everywhere; from spanking your ass, to grabbing your legs, playing with your boobs, grabbing you by the neck 😩specially when she’s behind you, holding you closer and closer to her and you can be sure sometimes you’ll have marks on your skin.

teaching her not only how to pleasure you, but also teaching her things she could do while you’re both far from each other 🙊. A lot of phone sex. Making her masturbate for you either on FaceTime or simple call, talking her through it. If it’s regular call then you’d tell her to describe exactly what she was doing for you. She does it but gets so lost in pleasure she ends up mumbling and moaning. “Hmmgh y/n… I need you here.. I m-miss you so much.. please..”. Also controlling when she comes. Making her touch herself fast then slow then fast again and once you finally tell her to come for you she makes a complete mess in her hand. Telling her to clean it for you and to show you 😳 she looks so hot doing it it makes you fantasize about if you were the one with the dick and how you’d make her suck you off- I’m losing myself rn one second one second.

So yeah anyway girlie ends up becoming so good at fucking you 😳 and she’s so proud of herself.

“You’re such a good fucktoy, just mine. Aren’t you, puppy?”

“Yes y/n, only yours…”

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juanarc-thethird · 6 months

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Mutual Feelings.

Jaune is in his room playing video games with May. They are sitting on Jaune's bed facing the TV.

Jaune: Almost! Almost! I got you!! Woo-ho!! Another victory for me~

May: *Sad* Oh… I lost again.

Jaune: Don't be sad. You're playing a lot better now. And one day maybe you'll beat me, but I'm really good so… *He said it with a smug smile*

May: *Smiling she pushes Jaune a little with her shoulder* Shut up, ugly. You suck

Jaune: *Chuckles*

*Knock! Knock!*

Nora: *Walks in the room* Hey guys...

Jaune: Oh hey Nora. I though you went to the movies with Ren.

Nora: We are, is just that I forgot my wallet here. Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin your date. *She smiles, teasing him*

The two individuals in question blush at the comment.

Jaune: *Red* Is not a date!

Nora: Sureee... *takes her wallet* and I am not in love with Ren.

Jaune grabs one of her pillows if he throws it at her.

Jaune: Leave!

Nora quickly leaves the room, laughing in the process.

Jaune: Jeez, that Nora. Sorry about that May.

May: *Blushing* I-It's ok.

Jaune: I'm going to get something to eat at the vending machines. Want something? *He says as he starts to get up*

May: I'll go with you! *She says as she stands up as well*

Without noticing, May lost her balance and tried to hold on to Jaune. He realizes this and tries to catch her. But they both fall to the ground, May on top of Jaune.

Jaune: Ouch... May, are you ok?

May: Y-Yes, I'm fine.

May raises her head to see Jaune, and he is stunned after see in her face so close. For him it was as if for the first time he saw how beautiful May is. Her beautiful gray eyes, her delicate tanned skin, her gorgeous red hair. Jaune already had feelings for her, but he never made a move out of fear of losing her friendship. But seeing her in this position, he knew that he had to act and make her his girlfriend, and one day her future wife.

Jaune: *Nervous* M-May!

May: *Jumps a little in surprise* Y-Yes!

Jaune: I like you a lot! Please go out with me!

May: *Blushing* Eh?!

Jaune: I have always liked you but I was afraid to say it thinking that maybe I would lose your friendship. But I can't contain myself anymore! I really like you a lot, and hope we can even get marry one day!

May *RED* EH?!!!

Jaune: W-what you think about that?

May: I... I.... I like you too!! *She says at the top of her lungs* I always liked you, but I was afraid you were going to reject me. I'm so happy!

She suddenly reaches for Jaune's head and kisses him passionately. Jaune can feel her moving her hands over his body as they kiss. He feels how her hand walks along his chest, his stomach, and then ends up on his…

Jaune: *Stops Kissing* May, that's my-!

May: I'm sorry, but I've waited so long for this that I can't contain myself. I really love you a lot. I want to feel close to you as much as possible. Please…

She looks at him with a pleading face. She looked so tender that Jaune couldn't deny her. He thought that having sisters would help you with these things, but when the girl you like begs you so sweetly, how can he refuse?

Jaune: O-Ok, I want this too.

May: *Smiling* I love you~ *Kiss*

Moments later....

May: Jaune~💕 Ah!~💕 I love you su much~💕

Jaune: I love you too~ Fuck!~💕

Jaune was sitting on his bed, while May was in the back of him, enjoying how his member penetrated deep inside her again and again.

May: I can't think straight if you keep thrusting like that!~💕

Jaune: I can help it. You feel to good~ *starts kissing her neck*

May: You too!~💕 FUck~💕! You're the only one for me. I want to be with you forever.

Jaune: God damn it. I think am about to cum.

May: Please do. Please cum inside me~💕

Jaune hugs May tightly with both arms and begins to fuck her with more intensity.

May: Yes!~💕 Keep fucking me like that!~💕

Jaune: Oh shit!~💕 I'm getting close!

May: I'm close too, don't stop!~💕

Jaune: Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! Oh FucK!!

May: Give it to me!!

Jaune: OH FUCk!!

Jaune pushes May down with all his strength. His cock shot all of his cum deep inside her, filling her whole.

May: Oh GOD!!~💕 Is so much! I love you so much!

Jaune: *Huff* *Huff* I love you too.

May: *Hugs him tight* Fuck, lets stay like this for a momento ok?

Jaune: Of course.

May: *Kiss him* I so happy to be with you.

Jaune: *Kiss her back* Me too.

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hwayangyeon · 1 year

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NSFW ex bf actor heeseung x actress reader // you meet heeseung during met gala and he fucks you in the bathroom // a lot of teasing, mirror sex, bathroom sex, public sex kinda // 1.3k words

pt.2 here!! & pt.3 here!!

you sat at the beautifully decorated table, next to other beautifully decorated tables. more and more people started entering the hall and taking their seats. thankfully the chairs at your table were still empty, it gives you some time to check the nameplates and, if you come across an unknown surname, look up the person's instagram profile.

you looked to your right, the small paper read "rina sawayama". great, you like her music. it might be like last year when you were the only actress at your table.

you looked to your left, moved the card to see its front, and– "FUCK!" you exclaimed, probably too loud which granted you a few glances from other celebrities.

fucking lee heeseung will be fucking sitting next to you. who assigned those fucking tables?

actors are all sorts of people - rude, kind, bossy, hardworking, or totally insufferable to work with. heeseung was the last type.

the thing is, he wasn't a bad actor. if he was, your paths wouldn't cross so often. it was his attitude, his cockiness that angered you so much. there was this one movie you both starred in where you had to kiss, and he kept making up excuses to reshoot the scene because he knew how much you hate kissing him, given your dating history from high school.

"happy to see me?" you heard a whisper in your ear. it didn't shock you, you knew that voice too well. you would be lying if you said it didn't send a shiver down your spine, though.

"wish i didn't have to," you took a sip of wine from your glass, "this is your doing, am i right?"

"oh, don't think so lowly of me."

"this isn't the lowest i have thought of you." you turned back to him and gave him a proper look.

his shirt perfectly ironed, broad shoulders emphasized by the navy blue suit. the color of his lips perfectly matched with the strawberry you just ate while waiting for the main dish. the dangly earrings you liked so much. not on him, you just like this type of jewelry. even his hair was flawless, his stylists must have spent a good hour on him.

after every seat at your table was taken, the gala had rightfully started. surprisingly heeseung was behaving himself, talking with other guests, not really paying attention to you. it was your behavior that was questionable.

because of your tight dress, your knees kept drifting to the left, occasionally touching heeseung's leg, after which he proceeded to brush your thigh with his thumb, saying "excuse me," as if he bumped into you. whenever that happened you jumped back to sitting straight, but then your legs started moving to the other side, and you didn't want to bother the woman on your right, so you just excused yourself from the table and went to the bathroom.

because of the banquet just starting, the toilet room was empty. you stood in front of the mirror, wanting to reapply your lipstick when it struck you that you had left your purse on your seat, "fuck."

"forgot this?" you heard the annoying voice. you didn't even notice him following you here.

"it's a women's bathroom, heeseung."

"it's not."

you looked around only to see a display of luxurious men's fragrances for guests to try, "shit."

you wanted to walk past him and leave the room, but he was blocking the door.

"you look so beautiful today, i can't keep my eyes off of you." you knew that tone, he was playing.

"move."

"ah, isn't it just like in moonlight?" he pretended to have a conversation with you, "the bathroom scene, do you remember?" he looked down at you and smirked.

oh you wish you didn't. it was the first sex scene you've ever filmed. of course you weren't having actual intercourse, but it was pretty intimate. you remembered it too well, him delicately touching your skin to make sure you're comfortable, breathing into your lips, looking at you with so much desire.

his face started moving closer to you, calmly, so you could back away if you wanted to, but you couldn't force yourself to.

your lips met his and, shit, they not only look good together on camera but feel amazing too, as if they were carved specifically for each other. it was like two magnets finally connecting. it was a matter of seconds for heeseung to have you bent over the counter.

he moved your dress up carefully, slowly so you can have all the time you want to regret your decision. oh you hated how easily he could read your mind, "hurry up," you rushed him.

"are you this needy for me?" he pushed onto you harder and you could feel the bulge in his pants.

"i don't want anyone to walk in."

"why? it wouldn't be the first time when people see you like this for me," he said, still referencing the movie.

honestly, you wanted to turn around and slap him on the face, which he expected and so firmly grabbed your hips, unabling you to move. then he unzipped his pants and swiftly put his dick inside you, not wasting any more seconds.

without a doubt your body still knew his, he entered you so easily only for you to clench on him immediately after, causing a gasp even from him.

you both looked at each other in the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face once he saw how hard you were trying to keep your lips pressed together.

he was thrusting into you deeply, not leaving any space between you and the sink. his warm body pressing onto you from behind and you rubbing on the stone-cold porcelain from the front really fucked you up. it was difficult for you to hold yourself up, which heeseung noticed and helped you by grabing your neck and pulling you back, closer to him.

a strap holding your dress fell off your shoulder, exposing your right breast. you wanted to bring it back, but he stopped your hand, "i want to watch."

it drove you mad how he kept whispering into your ear, how you melted because of it, how he perfectly caressed your spot, how hot you were getting, how you wanted him to watch.

"why is it that you always come back to me?" he looked your reflection in the eyes while kissing the side of your neck.

"not to you," you paused because of the moan escaping your lips, "to this."

"to this?" he moved his hand up to your jaw, his fingers brushing over your lips, oh you had to tighten your legs together, "i know you want me to put my fingers into your mouth. it always made you cum."

it was so hard to not break eye contact with him because of the filth he said to you, but you were already so red on your face, tears slowly had started to build up in your eyes, you couldn't give him more satisfaction. he can't know how good he's making you feel, even though it's not difficult to tell from the wet sounds you're making.

"come for me. i want to know that you're still mine," the more he talks the closer you feel to your release, but you can't give up so easily. not that you want him to fuck you longer, you just don't want him to think that you're so easy for him.

but you are. no matter how hard you tried to stop your orgasm, it came. you coated his dick with your sweet, glistening liquid. a single tear ran down your cheek, finishing the scene.

"you did so well, baby." he kissed your exposed back.

"don't call me that," you moved his hands away from you.

pt. 2 here!! pt.3 here!!

after hotel.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung x reader #heeseung x you #after hotel.

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vminizzle · 1 year

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Sleepover

pairing : college boyfriend!jungkook x f. reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones

warnings : dacryphilia, teasing, making out, light dry humping, marking, use of sex toy, overstimulation, oral (f.receiving) , fingering , multiple orgasms (2) , use of pet names, praising

words count : 1.7k

A/N : i love college boyfriend!jungkook, usually he’s more confident but this time I decided to make him a bit flustered at the beginning because why not? Anyways, it’s finally the week-end!! I hope I did well with this fic,, gonna sneak a link in it lmao. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH enjoy! love y’all - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY VERY WELCOMED

M RATED

“make yourself at home babe.” you said kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he entered the living room with his bag.

Tonight, you invited your boyfriend for a sleepover, watching movies all night and eating tons of snack until you knock out then cuddle to sleep: a ritual you had since you started dating.

Well, a ritual you get to do everytime your dad travels overseas for work. He didn’t really like the idea of you and your boyfriend being alone in your bedroom.

Even if it’s for "homework", he would always ask you to let your bedroom’s door open, and would occasionally come glance at what you both doing.

It’s not that he didn’t like your boyfriend. Not at all, he kinda appreciates "the biker" you’re dating but the thought of his innocent daughter doing forbidden things, such as kissing on the mouth with a boy make him anxious.

That’s why, everytime you both want to have "alone" times together, you would go to his dorm or he would sneak in through your window at night.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower to freshen up.” you said making him nod.

Jungkook followed you to your bedroom, putting his bag on your desk chair.

You were about to close the bathroom’s door when he called you “baby wait wait wait! where can I find your laptop’s charger please? I forgot mine at the dorm.” he sighed.

“you can find it somewhere in my wardrobe.” you chuckled.

“but good luck it’s a mess.” you waved playfully as you closed the bathroom’s door.

Jungkook opened your huge wardrobe, a pair of jean and two big hoodies falling on his head.

“wasn’t kidding when she said it was a mess.” he laughed.

He put the clothes aside as he crouched down to look into the few drawers.

Opening one, he found your underwear. His ears instantly turning a deep red as he picked one of your panties up. He lifted the thin black fabric in front of his face, his cheeks burning as he imagined you wearing it.

Jungkook groaned feeling a bit guilty for invading your privacy like that. But the thought of you wearing it only for him to see made blood rush down there.

He shook his head before putting the panties back in the drawer before closing it.

He opened another one, random stuff filling the furniture such as hair bands, headbands, your hair brush, lip balm, random bracelets and earrings, and again it was a mess.

Jungkook chuckled at how messy you were. He was about to close the drawer, but something caught his eyes midway.

A purple little object stopped his movement.

He bit his bottom lip, hesitating to grab the suspicious object. He thought for a moment, debating on if he was doing something bad. He took a deep breath, curiosity eating him more and more.

“ah fuck it.” he said before grabbing the little bullet.

Jungkook stared at it for awhile, his imagination running wild as he realized what it was.

Since when do you own this?

Were you using it often?

were you using it because he can’t make you feel good? "no impossible." he furrowed his eyebrows at this one thought.

He couldn’t help but question himself.

But you must looked so pretty pleasuring yourself.

Just imagining the scene turned him on.

He was so immersed into his thoughts that he didn’t hear the bathroom door opening.

“babe.” you called out softly noticing him crouched down in front of your wardrobe.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you approached him “did you fi-”

Jungkook turned around looking up at you a bit surprised before following your gaze.

“Oh no! That’s not what you think. Not at all. I mean yes ..but no! It’s just.. I was searching for the charger and I .. argh shit sorry baby I didn’t mean to.. y’know… I just found it accidentally.” he said panicked.

"I’m so so so sorry.” he finally stood up, guilt painted all over his face.

“it’s ok don’t worry” you reassured him, your cheeks burning as if he just found out one of your wildest secrets.

Was it? No?

You looked at his hand still holding the purple object. You stood there for a moment before he talked again “do you use it?” he asked curiously.

You looked up at him surprised by his question.

“no. not gonna lie, I forgot about it there is a long time ago now.” you laughed awkwardly.

“well..” you continued.

“I’ve bought this before we met. Like you know I’ve never dated someone before you .. and .. yea ..so I bought this ..y’know to.. yea” you gulped lowering your head.

Jungkook sighed almost in relief “I thought you bought this because I wasn’t.. good enough..” he admitted.

“Good enough?” You asked confused.

“yea I mean, good enough to satisfy you.. pleasure you..” he trailed out.

“oh no no! you’re perfect! you are more than good.. I mean .. you know” you avoided his eyes, embarrassment washing over you as you cringe at your words.

Your boyfriend smirked “am I ?” he teased.

You nodded looking away, fidgeting with your fingers.

He hummed coming closer to you “don’t be so shy my love.” he stroked your cheeks softly.

“I’m not shy” you whined rolling your eyes playfully.

“when was the last time you used this?” he gestured to the little vibrator.

“years ago? I don’t even really remember” you answered lowly.

“what about we use it again tonight darling?” he smirked pulling you closer to him, your chest flat on his.

You gasped softly his sudden confident startling you. You bit your lip before nodding, the idea of Jungkook using it on you excited you.

He smiled softly as he connected his lips with yours, kissing you softly, his hand on your hip, the other one still holding the little bullet as he made you walk backward to your bed.

You let your body fell back on the mattress as the back of your knees touched the edge of your bed, your boyfriend falling on top of you.

Your hands went to the back of his neck playing with the little black curls as he hummed into the kiss.

He hovered over you, one of his hand travelling down to your thigh lifting it up a bit as he started grinding on you.

“Jungkook” you moaned his name softly making him harden a bit more.

He let go of the vibrator putting it somewhere on the bed as his other hand caressed their way down to the elastic of your pajama short.

“Can I take this off?” You only nodded helping him to get rid of the garment.

Jungkook laid on his stomach between your legs, his plump lips dancing on the soft flesh of your thigh leaving little kisses and decorating the skin with love bites and hickeys.

You whimpered as he nibbled the flesh with his teeth making goosebumps raise on your skin. He smiled before leaving a peck on the abused and sensitive skin.

His lips got higher as they reached the hem of your panties. The bridge of his nose brushed against your lightly-covered clit.

"f-fuck Kook” the little friction making you whine. He put his fingers under the elastic band of your panties waiting for you to give me the green light.

“go on, I’m all yours.” you whispered.

Jungkook smirked at your words “I love it when you say that you’re mine.”

He slid the fabric down your legs slowly, throwing it on the carpeted floor.

He spread your legs again, his head disappearing between them as he kissed your clit softly making you let out a breathy moan.

Jungkook started sucking on your glistening lips, his tongue pushing inside your entrance painfully slow.

He pulled away before inserting two fingers at once making you gasp. He started pumping slowly inside you, feeling your warm walls contracting around his fingers.

“fuck it feels so good.” you breathed out feeling hot already.

Jungkook reached for the bullet vibrator, "cleaning" it quickly with the sheet before turning it on, putting it gently on your bud of nerves.

You threw your head back, the added stimulation making you feel lightheaded.

He lift your shirt a bit, enough for him to leave kisses on your tummy.

“you’re doing so good for me. ” he said before pressing the vibrator a little bit more on your clit.

You nearly screamed as he hit your g-spot with his long fingers.

"d-dont stop oh my god! Jungkook! I’m so c-!”

Jungkook bit his lip at your ruined state, the way you furrowed your eyebrows, your lip trapped between your teeth, a thin layer of sweat covering your forehead.. you looked so pretty. He could cum at the sight.

You threw your head deep in the pillows as you came on his fingers, your loud moans coming out as melody to his ears.

He picked up the pace, your walls tightly convulsing around his fingers. The vibration on your throbbing clit now too much to handle as your hand went to grab his wrist.

“t-too much.” you whined a tear sliding down your cheek.

“C’mon my love, just a bit more hm?” Jungkook said softly.

“i know you can take it.” You gulped as you felt the oh-so-familiar feeling in your lower stomach.

“I’m- fuck I’m gonna-”

A wave of pleasure washed over you as you cummed on his fingers again, legs lightly trembling, hips bucking at the overstimulation.

Tears started spilling onto your cheeks, you cried out his name over and over as you felt your second orgasm coming.

Jungkook watched you in awe as you came for the second time. The tears sliding down your cheeks slowly making him twitch in his pants.

He turned off the vibrator, fingers moving slowly into you to help you ride your high.

“You did so good.. so good for me.” he whispered softly, caressing your thigh to soother you a bit. He leaned down kissing you throbbing clit gently making you hiss.

He got up to grab a warm wet towel in your bathroom to clean you up. He went to your wardrobe searching into your drawer for the red panties he saw earlier.

Jungkook smirked as he gave it to you “put these for me pretty please.”

You grabbed the thin panties chuckling.

After a moment he cleared his voice making you look at him curiously.

”are you gonna help me with this?” he smirked looking down at his boner.

—

A/N : a part 2? 🤔 dad came back earlier? 👀 thanks for reading!!

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cheolhub · 7 months

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happy cheolhub day sar!!! 🎉🫶🏽the banner for your bday post is so cuteee i love the colors! i might be too late for the bday bash, but if i’m not can i ask for “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more” + joshua, please? 💗

7:15 p.m. — joshua hong

prompt. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

wc. ~1.9k

warnings. slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing, bathroom sex (bathroom belongs to cheol oops), mirror sex, needy joshua <3, reader is a menace, dirty talk, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie [MINORS DNI 18+]

note. hi cherry!! thank you lots <333 i kinda… pulled this out of my ass so forgive me if you hate it lol >< as always, this was not proofread so if any of u see a mistake, pls ignore it

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there are many things you love and appreciate about joshua hong. he’s caring, for one, willing to bend over backwards just to see you smile. he also just so happens to be one of the funniest men you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and while he is a menace 99.9% of the time, you can’t imagine not having him by your side.

and, well, you can be a bit of a menace yourself.

if there’s one particular thing you love the most about joshua, though, it’s his ability to be completely and utterly patient in almost every situation. he’s always cool, calm, collected– for the most part– and he knows how to wait for the things he wants till the right time comes. (read: things he wants being you)

and you wish you could say the same about yourself, but you’re not even the slightest bit patient. to you, waiting is pointless and essentially time-consuming. screw “good things come to those who wait.”

nonetheless, you love this trait of his because you thoroughly enjoy testing him and watching his patient resolve crumble with your every action. especially in public. especially at your weekly movie nights in seungcheol’s house.

“stop,” he hisses, swatting your hand away from his thigh. “i already told you, you can have whatever you want when we get home.”

a faux pout etches into your lips, you quietly whine out, “but josh… i want it now.”

“no.” he says sternly, turning back to the movie. technicolor flashes over his face as something happens on the screen. he wish he knew what the plot of this flashy movie was, but all he can think about is how you’re silently begging for his dick right next to him even though a handful of his best friends sit on the floor in front of the two of you.

you scoot closer to him, lightly ghosting your lips against the underside of his jaw, trailing up to his ear. “please, baby… i miss your cock.” you whisper. “wanna taste. i can’t wait, been needing it all night.”

your hand presses down onto his covered cock, palming him through his shorts. you pant, breath fanning against his ear causing a shiver to run down his spine.

you nearly salivate as you feel him harden under you, your mouth craving the weight of his cock on your tongue. it’s obvious his patience is wearing thin because his protests have stopped and he’s become much more compliant.

“josh,” you bring your voice just above a whisper. “please, i’ll do anything to have you in my mouth right now.”

his hand wraps around your wrist, roughly pulling you away from his aching hard on. he leans in close to you, whispering, “go wait for me in the bathroom upstairs.”

you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster, nodding your head before detaching yourself from his side. you quietly step around the boys on the floor with hushed, “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” in reply to their grumbles.

“where’s Y/N going?” seungcheol asks, turning back to look at joshua with a raised brow.

the lie slips out of his mouth so easily, “ah, she had to call her boss. something about a file she forgot to turn in. i’ll go check on her if she’s not back in a bit.” when seungcheol nods, turning his head back to the television screen where the other eyes are, he lets out a silent breath of relief.

a few minutes pass with joshua twiddling his thumb, cock throbbing in his pants knowing you’re waiting for him just a few steps away. he finally stands, stepping away whispering a ‘be right back’ to which seungcheol and jeonghan mumble in response, too engrossed in the stupid movie to care about what the two of you are doing anymore.

he walks up the steep flight of stairs and into the guest bathroom where you’re sitting on the wide expanse of seungcheol’s countertop, gnawing on your bottom lip and swinging your legs back and forth. your head snaps up to see your boyfriend with a stony expression striding over to you.

“you’re such a fucking tease,” he murmurs, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “putting your hands all over me in someone else’s home, are you that desperate? couldn’t wait an hour till we got home?”

you nod your head, lips spreading into a cheeky grin, “i’m always desperate for you, joshie.”

your words come across as taunting, but you are beyond desperate for him. the heat pooling in the pit of your tummy and the puddle forming in your panties tells you so.

“menace.” he scoffs, squeezing the clothed skin beneath his large hands.

“you’re one to talk.” you flash a toothy grin at him, hoping off the counter and onto your feet. “now, let me suck you off before they realize we’re both missing.”

joshua hooks a hand under your arm, halting your attempt to drop to your knees. he leans in, voice low as his breath fans against your face. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

your own breath gets caught in your throat, “josh–” you try, but you don’t get to say what you want before joshua spins you around and bends you over the counter, your heated cheek flush against the contrastingly cool quartz.

a whine bubbles in your chest when his hands pull your shorts and panties down in a single go. the chilly air hitting your pulsing heat has another sound slipping your lips, louder and clearly audible.

“shhh, you don’t want them to come up here and find you taking my cock, do you?” he mumbles, pulling his length out of his shorts and dragging the tip through your drenched folds. you gasp at the contact and he chuckles, “actually, that might be exactly what you want, huh?”

“josh…” you pant exasperated, wiggling your ass before him. “please, just fuck me.”

joshua feels his length pulse in his hand at the breathless version of his name, brain short circuiting at how pretty it sounds on your lips. every remaining ounce of patience withers away to nothing and he’s aligning himself with your drooling hole, pushing himself inside of you. he grunts softly, lodging his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent the likes of a needy moan from exiting his mouth.

your eyes screw shut and your mouth cracks open to let out the quietest mewl. joshua has always had a knack for gently fucking and stretching you open, but when he’s like this? at his wits end, worked up beyond belief, and undeniably needy for release? he’s near animalistic– forcing his cock into you in one go and gripping at your supple skin so tight that it leaves evidence of the action. an absolute force to be reckoned with.

but despite joshua’s rough gestures at this very moment, he’s very glad you decided to test his patience tonight because he honestly didn’t realize how badly he needed this till he bottomed out in your slick, tight pussy. nothing beats the feeling of your cunt struggling to the shape of his cock even though he’s fucked you a thousand times.

he throws his head back as he pulls out completely before shoving himself back into you, his tip nestling at your hilt for a few seconds.

“baby, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says breathlessly, actively trying not to make a sound. when you clamp tightly around him, he delivers a sharp thrust into the spot that has your eyes rolling. “you’re fucking evil.” he grunts, his bruising grip on your waist unrelenting.

your palms lay flat against the counter and you use the remainder of your strength to push yourself up to look at him in the mirror’s reflection. “you love it,” you manage to respond, albeit in a strangled voice.

a lazy grin forms on his face, “you’re right. i fucking love it.” he agrees. he slams into you with more vigor, cock pistoning in and out of you. “i love it when you fucking test me.” he mindlessly admits.

you bring one hand to clamp over your hand, leaving the other pressed against the counter to keep you up. you muffle the moans that grow louder with every thrust, but some of them inevitably spill out anyway.

it’s music to joshua’s ears. he’s reveling in the way you moan, uncaring of how his four friends can probably hear you just downstairs. if anything, it spurs him on. he’s savoring the way your throbbing heat wraps around him, squeezing him so tight that he might bust prematurely. he’s loving every second of this and he can’t believe he almost turned the offer enticing offer down.

tears spring to your eyes as the fiery knot in your belly tightens. joshua groans when your pussy involuntarily flutters and he gives you a knowing look through the mirror.

“you’re close, aren’t you, baby? gonna cum all over me, yeah?” he asks hotly, words breathy and laced with slight desperation. his pride won’t let him cum before you.

you sob into your hand, nodding your head. “joshua.” the muffled version of his name has his cock twitching and he can’t stop the guttural groan from bubbling in his chest.

one of his hands snakes around your body till the calloused pads of his fingers find your sensitive clit. he rubs quick, yet consistent, circles into the hardened bud till your body goes taut under his.

“that’s it. cum for me.” he coaxes gruffly. he prays that the walls aren’t paper thin because your mewls– even while the sounds are muffled by your hand– mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your heat are positively loud.

you soak his cock in arousal, specks of white flashing in your vision before you nearly collapse. your body goes limp as joshua continues to fervently thrust into you.

watching you cum has him twitching wildly between your spasming walls and letting out quiet, yet keen moans and groans of pleasure.

“gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna go back out there with all of it inside of you.” he grunts, thrusts growing more and more brutal. “gonna act like nothing happened with my cum inside your insatiable little cunt, got that?”

you nod, weakly clenching around him again and giving him a pathetic whimper.

his thrusts grow sloppy and inconsistent before he buries himself inside of you and spills his seed with a breathy moan. he pants, keeping his cock nestled in your ruined cunt till his labored breathing returns to normal.

after a minute or so, he pulls out of you and quickly pulls your shorts and panties back up to keep his earlier promise. he tucks himself back into his shorts and smiles at your fucked out face through the mirror.

“hope that satiated you,” he says gravelly. “next time you decide to test my patience, i won’t be so nice.”

you offer a throaty laugh, a lazy smile tugging up your lips, “i’ll be looking forward to it.”

#[ ⭐️: mutuals ! ]#[ 🍒: cherry ! ]#[ birthday bash ! ]#joshua smut #joshua hong smut #hong jisoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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Campcounselor!Jj taking you on a picnic deep in the woods and fucking you on the picnic blanket !!!

🧸✧˖°❅👢

“so where’s this surprise you speak of?” you giggle giddily as you follow jj through the woods, the blonde walking ahead of you whacking bushes and branches out the way with a long stick.

“right theees way.” he announces in an accent you were certain he made up. he pulls a curtain of leaves out the way, allowing you to walk through a small entrance first. as your eyes adjust in the late afternoon light, you’re met with a beautiful sight. a checkered picnic blanket laid out on the grass by a small waterfall over some rocks, a small flowing stream passing by it. he’s messily strung up fairy lights over the trees surrounding, and placed mini faux candles around the blanket. jj walks in behind you with a humble smile, wiping his hands on his pants as you both admire his work.

“jayj! you did all this? this is so cute!” you whisper in awe, hands over your heart through the material of your sundress.

“yeah, well you know. you deserve it.” he shrugs, and you lurch over for a kiss.

the two of you enjoy the picnic you’d packed, laughing and telling stories as you eat until you’re full, staring up the birds flying over the tree tops, laying back. maybank rests two hands behind his head, and you lay your head delicately on his bicep, curled at his side.

“so you’re sure you didn’t bring me all the way out here to kill me like in those summer camp slasher movies?” you smile softly, looking up at his profile as he watches the birds.

“well, uh— can’t now, can i? you ruined the surprise… and anyway i forgot my mask.” he sarks and you laugh, his chest vibrating with a chuckle in tow. “speaking of which, dude — we’ve gone the whole summer and haven’t watched one of those shitty slashers? you know those movies are like, my specialty.”

“you know, now i’m your girlfriend you should probably stop calling me dude.” you grin lightheartedly, poking the end of his nose making him scrunch it up briefly.

“shit, yeah, no— you’re right…” he glances at you out the corner of his eye, lip twitching as he gears up for a punchline. “how’s dudette, instead?”

you burst out laughing, clammy hands clutching your tummy making him blow air out of his nose in surprise, brows furrowed as he smirks down at you. “damn, was the joke really that good?”

you grin, elated and push yourself up onto an elbow to look at him properly. when you do so, you feel your stomach go all fizzy inside like shaken pop, and you fight to not look away in shyness. ��i happen to think you’re very funny.” you compliment modestly and he smiles, pushing himself up also on his elbow to mirror you.

“well i happen to think you’re very pretty. so i guess it evens out.” as he speaks, his voice gets quieter, eyes on your mouth until you meet in the middle, lips locking in a kiss. you pull back away from him slowly, giving him a look. his eyes flutter open in confusion.

“you don’t think i’m funny?” you grin with faux astonishment after a pause and he sniffs out a laugh, shaking his head and cupping your cheek.

“shutup.” he groans, before kissing you hard. it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, his hands roaming your body through your thin sundress, your own hands sliding over his tanned stomach beneath his blue t-shirt, hat long knocked off his head.

before you know it, after what feels like an hour of licking and sucking what was between your thighs— he’s sliding his dick into the mess he’s made, elbows braced either side of you as he starts to thrust.

“oh, ah — jj— feels — feel so—”

“iiiii know, cupcake. feels good, don’t it.” he drones, panting hot air into the skin above your tit.

“what if— what if someone hears?” you whine, knees bracketing his waist as he rocks you continuously against the blanket that was ruffled beneath you.

“no one’s gonna hear you all the way out here, baby. let ‘er rip, know you got some pretty noises in you.”

🧸✧˖°❅👢

#anon #jj maybank prompt #campcounselor!jj

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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hurts so good | jjk

-> pairing best friend!jk x reader

-> genre crack and filthy smut

-> summary having jungkook as a best friend had it's cons, for one he complains, a lot. surprisingly he shows up at your door at two in the morning to complain about something incredibly different.

-> word count 4.3k

-> warnings sub!koo, switch!reader, change of perspectives, swearing (a lot of it), handjob, oral (m. receiving), dry humping, grinding, cervix sex, size kink (it’s big dick!jk), reader has a pain kink! no protection (y'all know the drill tho!)

-> authors note! ah... my baby is finally here. i should mention that this will be my last upload while i'm on summer vacation before i return back to school for my last year of studies. so i'll be less active, but fear not! my upcoming projects will arrive sooner or later... just with a longer time gap in between. <3

[btw, i'll edit this later... it's literally 4am so if there's any mistakes i'll take care of it when i wake up!]

‘’Jungkook? It’s 2 in the morning.’’ You’re shocked to see Jungkook in nothing but a black sweats attire and a pissed off face.

‘’I need to vent.’’ He reasons.

‘’At 2 in the fucking morning?’’ Now you’re pissed. The sleepy eyes long forgotten and the 8 hour sleep you were looking forward to all day. You let out a huff, moving aside for Jungkook to enter. He better have a good fucking reason for this shit, you internally think as he comfortably sits on your couch as if it’s his own home. Sure, he carries the best friend title but he really had a thing for being way too comfortable in that department. Which explains him snacking on your unfinished snacks after your movie night — yes, with yourself.

‘’Hey! Seriously?’’ You snatch the bag of chips, as his mouth is full paired with his doe eyes looking at you in shock.

‘’I was hungry!’’ It’s muffled, small crumbs of chips flying out of his mouth. Disgusting.

‘’Just tell me why you’re here so I can go to bed as quickly as possible.’’ You settle the bag of chips beside you as you sit next to him on your living room couch. Jungkook swallows the chips, his annoyed face returning quickly — as if he forgot why he was irritated in the first place.

‘’Okay, well, Victoria is out of the picture.’’ Victoria as in the woman who’s been involved with Jungkook the last month. They met through one of your friends and quickly they agreed to see each other. You’d heard zero complaints about their relationship, up until now.

‘’I’m sorry Koo. What happened?’’ Now he’s being really quiet, too quiet for your liking.

‘’Jeon Jungkook.’’ Your voice is stern and he knows he’s gonna have to speak up now or you’ll kick him out.

‘’You won’t believe me.’’

‘’Try me.’’ His brows raise, noticing you’re quickly losing your patience with him.

‘’It was because of… of the sex.’’ Sex. A very broad subject in your opinion, having a million reasons why sex can be bad and shakingly good. So for Jungkook to reason sex, your mind immediately thinks that it has something to do with the fact that Victoria didn’t finish while they fucked. Which could be true? You wouldn’t know. Yes, so Jungkook and you were best friends and overshared a tad bit much at times, although sex? Sex was never really on the table of ‘subjects to talk about’.

‘’Fuck this is gonna sound so wrong.’’ Jungkook grunts, tilting his head back and your thoughts are left on the shelf for now.

‘’It can’t be that bad.’’ Jungkook makes a noise, stating he’s disagreeing with your comment.You roll your eyes at his childish act.

‘’Jungkook, if it’s about you not making her finish I will kick you out.’’ You’re serious. If he came to your apartment to complain about not making someone cum at 2 in the morning, he’s gonna join the wolves and god knows whatever lurks in the streets at night.

‘’It was hurting her. Y/N I fucking hurt her.’’ You’re puzzled, trying to figure out how exactly Jeon Jungkook could be hurting anyone.

‘’Wha–’’

‘’With my fucking dick.’’ It’s silent. The air con noise grows louder in your apartment as you both stare at each other in fright. Did he just say–

‘’Y-your dick?’’ You tilt your head, eyes wide open not having a chance at being closed. He’s nodding slowly and you wheeze — thinking this is some sick joke that he wanted to pull on you. Classic Jeon Jungkook.

‘’Y/N I’m serious.’’ Your laughter continues on, you almost tearing up as it becomes uncontrollable. As your mind slowly processes the awkward silence from Jungkook's side, you quiet your laughter and listen to what he has to say.

“It’s because of my- my length.”

“Length? As in you're big enough to reach her cervix?” You joke playfully, hitting him on the arm as you’d guessed he’d laugh at it but instead?

“Yeah.” You’re speechless.

Your laugh being completely swallowed, taken back by the agreement to your joke. Was he serious? He couldn’t possibly, then that would mean he probably has a big di–

‘’You don’t believe me.’’ You really don’t.

‘’It’s just hard to believe… that’s all.’’ Jungkook couldn’t possibly. It’s weird for you to even think about.

“How can I make you believe me? Cause I am seriously struggling with women and this isn’t helping.” He gives you a stern look with a glimpse of urge for help. He’s desperate.

“Prove it to me.” There’s no words to describe the expression that is currently resting on Jungkook's face. A mix of every expression a person can carry.

“I’m not showing you my dick.” He gives you the obvious tone of ‘you can’t be serious right now’ and crosses his arms as you’re no help to his little situation.

“Then I’m not believing you.”

“Fine!”

“Fine.” You’re both staring into the black TV screen, arms crossed as the silence returns. It’s awkward for once. You were obviously joking about Jungkook showing you his dick — not yourself wanting to see what’s behind his black sweats. As if the thought ever occurred to you of what it looks like…

Okay, so maybe you have. Once. It wasn’t your fault when Victoria had been drunkenly babbling over how big Jungkook was. You didn’t think of it as much, seeing she was in a drunken state. But when Jungkook admits it, you immediately try to shut down the idea that he might be telling the truth. You didn’t want to even begin to imagine how Jungkook is in bed. Is he needy and whiny? Or controlling and grunting? No, seriously Y/N stop. You grunt in annoyance and that catches Jungkook’s attention, watching you bite your lip. He would never admit that you, leaning your head back, your lip tucked in between your teeth is hot. Like really fucking hot. No. You’re his best friend, for seven years to be exact. He can’t possibly find that hot.

Maybe it was because of the fact that he sought your help after Victoria threw a tantrum at him for having a big dick. It has never occured him to be attracted to you, you had been friends for so long that sex or just anything regarding a sexual situation between you never crossed his mind. When he looks over once again, your eyes now closed, swallowing the silence that's filling the room between you as the tension grows. Maybe it’s only from Jungkook’s side, or maybe yours as well, although he can’t tell what you’re thinking.

‘’Let’s just forget this okay?’’ You finally speak, with a regretful tone which Jungkook catches too quickly for his liking. He should’ve never found you hot for a split second. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong of him.

‘’Yeah, okay. I’ll leave.’’ Jungkook rubs his palms against his sweats, trying to calm himself from the ungodly thoughts of you crossing his mind slowly.

‘’Or–’’ You start off, catching his attention as he turns to meet your eyes, you look tired. ‘’You could– you could stay.’’ He never expected for you to invite him to stay. Sleepovers between the two of you were never involved in your seven year long friendship. Jungkook wanted to stay, and because you proposed made him hopeful. Hopeful in a sense that maybe, just maybe you’ve thought of it too.

‘’Sure, okay, I’ll stay.’’ He’s hesitant. Are you both going to share a bed?

‘’You can just sleep on the couch. I’ll get you a duvet.’’ You smile awkwardly, leaving the living room and entering your bedroom while Jungkook feels incredibly stupid. Of course you don’t want him, you’ve never wanted him. He wants to slap his face for letting himself be attracted to you.

‘’Here.’’ You’re already back, holding the duvet close to you, as you place it on the couch you wish him goodnight and return back to your room.

As your door closes, Jungkook sighs loudly, falling back against the couch. He’s fucked. It’s fine, he just has to sleep his attraction towards you away. He discards his sweats attire, leaving him in his black Calvin Clein boxers, a personal favorite of his.

When he finally settles in, covered in your duvet, he catches the smell of you enveloping the fabric. It doesn't help his mind which already has you covering most of it. He tries to shake out of it, turning and at last closing his eyes.

After what feels like an hour of tossing and turning, Jungkook comes to the conclusion that he can’t sleep. He wants you, more than he thought he would. He’ll probably hurt you, which is one of the few reasons holding him back from knocking on your door. Also the fact that you are very clear on the best friend scale.

There’s a lot of risks that would be taken if he stood up and walked towards you, admitting how much he wants you, how desperate he is to let you touch him. All thoughts vanish from him when he comes to conclusion that he’s saying fuck it. He’ll just leave if you don’t feel the same way and burrow himself deep in his bed and never leave until his attraction disappears completely.

He gets up, throwing the duvet off himself and being met with your white wooden door. His heartbeat is increasing as he urges himself to pull his arm up and form his hand to a knuckle to leave a knock.

As he’s about to knock, the door flies open and you’re standing in front of him, in nothing but a loose transparent white tee. Your nipples are on display for his eyes and he’s gulping over seeing more of you than he expected. Wait– why are you awake?

‘’Y/N?’’

‘’I– I couldn’t sleep.’’ You’re looking down, stealing a quick glance at his bulge which he notices. Do you, do you want him? God the buildup is absolutely killing him. But he tries to control himself, holding himself back from asking you if he can kiss you.

He clears his throat, ‘’why?’’ You were probably thirsty or maybe the thought of him being here caused you to sleep badly. He felt bad.

‘’I can’t stop thinking about it.’’ Your posture changes, a dominant demeanor overlapping itself on your shoulders. You’re stern, firm and just plainly honest. Could you be any hotter?

‘’Thinking about what?’’ You’re smiling, your gaze landing on his silver chain hanging around his neck. With a swift movement you’re hooking a finger around it and pulling him to your lips. Jungkook freezes, his lips feeling warm as they’re covered by yours. He can’t process the fact that you’re kissing him. It feels so right, your chest pressed firmly against his, as he’s able to feel your hardened nipples through the fabric.

Before your fingers can grab onto his hair, he stops. ‘’Are you sure?’’ You’ve crossed the friendship line, the kiss breaking the scale completely.

‘’Yes. Let me feel you Koo.’’ Your pleading eyes, and the firm grip your finger has on his chain leaves him dizzy. He lets you, lets you take full control of him.

‘’Touch me.’’ He catches your smile at his request before you pull him further in the bedroom and guide him to lay down. His heartbeat is going crazy fast, his mind barely being able to comprehend that you’re about to straddle his lap.

As you position yourself on top of him, a low grunt leaves his lips as the contact between your core and his visible bulge closes. He’s already so hard and you’ve barely touched him.

Your fingers grab his hair, tenderly running your fingers through the undercut. ‘’I love your hair like this.’’ You compliment as you go back to kiss him, missing the warmth of his mouth already.

Jungkook is careful with you, wanting to touch you everywhere, run his hand down your spine and feel the warmth of your skin under his palm but he holds himself back. His mind is back to thinking of you hurting, and feeling hurt because of his length. This is a bad idea.

‘’Wait.’’ He holds your shoulders, your hands laid flatly on his chest with a worried expression.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ You look like someone who’s scared you’ve gone too far and Jungkook feels a tinge of guilt.

‘’I don’t want to hurt you.’’ He whispers, being careful with his choice of words.

‘’What if I want it to hurt?’’ You trace your fingers on his chest, drawing them in small circles as his eyes move to your half hidden smirk.

‘’I–’’

‘’Just, trust me.’’ Your head falls down on his chest, leaving kisses on his chest and letting your tongue run freely on his exposed skin as he whimpers beneath you. Your tongue feels amazing on him and he gives in, letting you control the situation.

‘’Okay.’’ Jungkook softly says, your head moving lower towards his abdomen, peppering his skin with kisses and biting gently down to give him a small taste of what awaits him.

He can sense that you’re being patient, savoring up the moment of having him like this. His body is a canvas for you, to mark, bite and let your mouth run freely on. He wants you to take control, to show him how well you’ll be able to please him as he later on will give you his cock to fill you up.

‘’This– this feels really good.’’ He mumbles, barely forming a full sentence, too captivated by the feeling of you above him.

You hum against his skin, seeming more than pleased in hearing his compliment regarding your mouth. You’ve moved longer down, your legs now settled between his as your breath lands hot on his clear hard on.

Jungkook looks up to see you gawking at him and he grows embarrassed.

‘’Y/N, stop looking.’’

‘’Sorry, you just weren’t kidding.’’ Somehow the answer resolves in you and Jungkook laughing like idiots and him throwing a ‘I told you so’ into the middle of your shared laugh. The laughter soon dies down and the irresistible tension returns to the dark bedroom, the only light coming from the outside lights covering the streets. It’s the only light which helps the both of you in seeing a glimpse of one another.

‘’Can I?’’ You ask, holding one hand firmly on his hip as your thumb traces on the top of Jungkook’s Calvin Clein boxers. He gulps, nodding as he allows you to take things further.

You take your time in taking his boxers off, Jungkook can’t help but have his hips shake – reasons being he’s nervous yet thrilled for this to happen. Having his cock on full display for your eyes is nerve wracking, he’d never see this day coming.

‘’Hey, I’ll be gentle.’’ With that you use your thumb, smearing his leaking pre-cum as he bucks his hips wanting more. Jungkook is infatuated by your touch, becoming more needy for you.

‘’Fuck– your hand feels so soft.’’ He throws in a compliment and surprisingly you go at a faster pace, a sudden moan escaping his lips. Fuck, how are you so good at this? The sensational feeling from your hand has Jungkook closing his eyes, also because he’s nervous to look at you while your hand is wrapped firmly around him. He’s too confused and captivated by you and the pleasure you’re giving him that he still really hasn’t processed what is happening right at this moment. It feels surreal.

Your thumb traces itself on his tip once again, Jungkook running his hand through his hair as his breathing speeds up, a familiar feeling of release washing over him. Fuck, you haven’t even touched him for long and he’s already thinking of cumming. You, his best friend since he had his awful hair fazes that just never really complimented his features. His best friend since high school, as you both lamely made fun of the PDA couples, who never knew what the word ‘privacy’ meant. He’s too deep in thought, until you suddenly stop. Jungkook hesitantly opens his eyes, using his elbows for support as he now looks at you.

‘’Can I taste you?’’ Jungkook almost chokes at your question. His already fucked out of it state isn’t even hesitant. Fuck he’d love your lips wrapped around him. Your lips look even softer than your hand. The outline of your lips visible for his eyes as the moonlight discreetly shines over them. God, you make him so weak.

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever been this willing, this open to just anything. But if it includes you? He’s all for it.

‘’Y-yeah.’’ Fuck, he just stuttered. You probably think he’s being hesitant and–

You gently lick his tip, swirling it around to allow the taste of him to linger itself in your mouth, your hand starts to move again and Jungkook’s mouth falls apart, his eyes watching you. If only you could see how pretty you were as you open wider, inviting more of him. Your mouth feels so warm, so welcoming. He wonders if it’s possible to get addicted to a certain body part, because he’ll for sure mention your mouth if asked.

‘’God, your mouth.’’ He wants to caress your cheeks softly, as his thumb can feel how well he’s filling your mouth up. Maybe it’s too much… too sentimental. Seeing you’re literally stuffing your face with his cock, your hand stroking what you aren’t able to take.

Although, he forms a sort of courage and asks you gently, ‘’can I touch you?’’ You let go of his cock with a pop, brows furrowed as if you’re uncertain of where exactly he wants to touch you.

‘’Please?’’

‘’Okay.’’ Jungkook leans closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb grazes the top of it. You lean in his touch before you go back down, taking him in your mouth once again. He won’t survive this. No. He won’t survive you.

He’s almost about to break when his palm feels the bump caused by his cock in your mouth as you bop your head faster, all while Jungkook whines freely — not knowing he’s making you extremely wet by moaning so carelessly.

It’s not until you use your hand, focusing solely on sucking his tip that he’s almost about to finish. You retrieve before he’s able to, a string of saliva connecting you to his tip as you smile so innocently. Yeah, he’s definitely not surviving you.

“What are you doing to me?” It isn’t a question, rather a statement towards everything he feels for you in this instant moment.

You guide yourself back up, lips molding against his. He can taste himself on your tongue and it drives him crazy. He’s almost willing himself to take control — he’s never done or wanted that before, but there’s just something about you which drives him in a completely different direction.

Should he touch you? Touch you in ways he’s always found appealing but never for him? He’s willing, for you he is. Slowly but surely, he tenderly peppers your neck with kisses, slipping his tongue to run along. He’s startled when you moan so effortlessly. He wants to hear more of you and those heavenly sounds you’re so willing to offer him.

You begin to move, grinding your clothed core over his bare cock and a rush is sent through him. It’s almost as if he’s gotten you needy now, so needy you couldn’t contain yourself from grinding on top of him — still fully clothed. It feels new, although Jungkook loves it, cause fuck he can feel how wet you are. Did you get this wet by only touching him?

‘’You’re already so wet.’’ A grunt leaves his lips when you only hum in response, continuing your grinding, almost as if you’re losing yourself completely at the touch of him.

‘’Fuck, fill me up. I can’t wait anymore.’’ You push him down, hurrying yourself to take your shirt off. Since when did you go from being patient to impatient so fast? He can’t help but feel extremely proud of himself, patting himself mentally on the back.

But then he’s in tact of what’s happening, you’re about to sit yourself down on his cock and he’s afraid — even though you made it clear you want it to hurt — he just… cares too much about you and the thought of you being in pain because of him doesn’t sit well with him.

‘’Hey, are you sure? I really don’t want to hurt you.’’ You’re just about to position yourself, freezing in your movement. You’ve probably caught on how afraid he is.

‘’Koo, I want this. It’s okay.’’ You peck his lips softly, his hold on you loosening to inform you that he trusts you.

His tip is barely inside of you and a whimper lets itself out of him. Scratch that about your mouth being his favorite body part of yours, your pussy definitely steps on the podium for number one.

You continue, Jungkook catching the sight of his cock disappearing within you and his breathing starts to quicken. He probably won’t last long, not when you wrap yourself so nicely around him the further you go down.

‘’Shit—’’ You let out, fully sunk down on him. There’s a tinge of discomfort covering your face but Jungkook forces himself not to worry, you want this, you want him. It’s soon replaced by a smile, as you start bucking your hips, letting yourself settle on him.

He really takes the time to notice how beautiful your breasts are, looking so delicate. God, he wants to touch them, touch every inch of you.

He’s reminding himself of the sounds you let out as he placed his lips on your neck, would you react the same way if he latched his lips on your exposed breasts as well? There’s really only one way to find out. Yet he wants to be good for you, letting you use him to make yourself finish.

You surprise him once again, guiding his hands towards your breasts — as if you knew he was having a tantrum with himself over if he should touch them or not — he was right, they’re incredibly soft. Your nipples perked and good enough to suck but then again, he holds himself back.

‘’You feel so good.’’ Your words are mostly slurred, too focused on the pleasure — your eyes closed as you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair — his hair that you like.

He makes you feel good, you keep reminding him when you mutter it once more as your hips buck at a faster pace. Shit, you really know how to ride him well.

It’s as if something clicks for Jungkook when you go down to bite his earlobe followed by an angelic whimper. He loses all control of himself. ‘’Fuck–’’ He’s taking control, flipping you around so you’re beneath him, hair sprawled on your pillow and eyes about to pop out of their socket.

‘’What are you–’’ Jungkook latches his mouth on your hardened nipples, nibbling his tongue softly on them and it was so worth it. They feel so soft against his tongue. Although not as soft as your pussy wrapping itself perfectly around him.

Jungkook feels dizzy, drowning in the feeling of how he’s swallowed by your warmth. Fuck he’d keep himself burried in you forever if he could.

He starts thrusting, profanities break out from you when the pace quickens. He’s reckless at this point, showing you how much you affect him.

As the time passes, skin grows hotter, small beads of sweat covering Jungkook’s forehead. You’re both close. He can sense it as you convulse around him which almost leaves him breathless.

‘’Fuck— it hurts, it hurts so good.’’ With that your body loses its composure beneath him as you come undone.

It’s something about you making him good about himself, not only him as a person but him in whole. You’ve always been so accepting of whatever bullshit he’s brought upon you. He feels safe around you, your arms wrapped around his form as you run your fingers through his hair. You feel like home. You are his home.

With a low muttered fuck, Jungkook feels his cock twitch as his hips stutter for one last thrust, filling you up with everything he has.

His hair covers most of his sight, both of you panting in sync as you try to calm yourselves. When his cock begins to soften, he takes it as a sign to let himself plop down next to you.

‘’I’ve– I’ve never…’’ Jungkook doesn’t know where to begin. He can’t recognize the person he was right before.

‘’Taken control?’’ You steal his unspoken words and he turns to see you smiling softly. The moonlight has turned to a chrome yellow, indicating that a sunrise was indeed nearing. Your features have become more prominent for Jungkook’s eyes and your beauty captivates him by an invisible hook.

‘’Yeah, taken control.’’

‘’You should do it more often.’’ It’s an encouragement and it seems to work because the idea of being in control doesn’t faze Jungkook. He loved it.

It’s been around an hour after Jungkook surprisingly fucked you. You’re both situated in your kitchen. The sunrise covering most of the apartment with it’s golden rays that strike inside the windows from the living room.

‘’What are you thinking?’’ Jungkook caught onto your frown, indicating you’re thinking about something.

‘’I’m thinking that… I liked this, what just happened, I really liked it. It felt–’’

‘’Right?’’ He answers for you and you nod.

‘’I don't want this to be the last time.’’

‘’It won’t be.’’ Carefully, Jungkook cups your face, his nose brushing against yours. He really wants to kiss you again.

‘’Kiss me.’’ You seem impatient, and Jungkook gladly does as you request.

Maybe, maybe this was always supposed to happen between you.

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earphonejackx · 7 months

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AN: I’m back!! I decided to make more makima fics cuz I’m crazy for soft makima :p this is a part 2 to part 1

⊂⊃ Soft! Makima x f!reader

⊂⊃ WARNING- slight manipulation, possessiveness

⊂⊃ Makima is an absolute baby when it comes down to you treating her as her lover more often, she likes to be babied by you! but somewhat likes to keep control

⊂⊃ When Makima finally starts warming up to you more she tells you more about her past. This is a completely new vulnerability she has showed you and she would like it if you’d do the same

⊂⊃ Makima has picked up a new hobby for watching movies every Friday night with you. After work she’d be right at your door ready to spend the rest of her night with you. “[name] what movie shall we watch tonight? I have so many recommendations.”

⊂⊃ Makima loves going grocery shopping with you! She loves helping you pick foods for you and her to cook. She likes having organized foods in her kitchen so it’s very interesting to see her picks of food

⊂⊃ Makima hates TV dinners. I’ve fucking said it, she refuses to eat anything that even looks close to sloppy food. When she first saw you eating a TV dinner for lunch she was upset “[name] you have very interesting picks of food for lunch, not very pleasing.” She definitely stopped letting you eat those T.T

⊂⊃ NOW obviously I like to make my girl Makima have some flaws so here we go.

⊂⊃ Makima still at times tries to control you or the people around you, unfortunately this is something you’ll have to get used to. She is a control devil, her main purpose is to control so she doesn’t really care if you like it or not that’s just how she’ll always be. You’ve learned to accept it overtime but obviously you occasionally need to have talks with her about it

⊂⊃ Makima doesn’t get social ques sometimes so she’ll be a little off put to some people or even you at times but that’s just how she is

⊂⊃ Makima has a very hard time expressing her feelings outloud so at times it feels like she doesn’t even love you

⊂⊃ This lady has definitely tried treating you like a dog once☠️ but she sometimes does it to fuck around with you or toy with you. It does calm down overtime tho

⊂⊃ Please expect Makima to go days without texting you sometimes, sometimes she’ll forget she even has a phone and leaves you worried sick!

(You) Maki are you okay I wanted to check up on you? | Today 6:40

(Maki) yes. | Today 12:00

Next day—

(You) good morning makima! Hru?? | Today 8:30

(You) Maki you wanna go to the store with me today?? | Today 4:00

(You) Maki wanna do movie night?? I have your favorite movie~~ :3 | Today 7:01

3 days later —-

(Maki) ah sorry [name] I just forgot I had a phone. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back. | Today 5:00

(You) seen…

(Maki) [Name?] | Today 5:07

(You) BLOCKED

⊂⊃ After you blocked Makima she tried to make it up with you with a movie night. She tried apologizing (which she’s very bad at.) and she said sorry once. maybe you could forgive her?

⊂⊃ Makima definitely starts to get possessive with you overtime. She wants you. She needs you. So please let her have you. You definitely have to stop her sometimes but it’s fun seeing her get greedy for something that’s hers “What? What do you mean possessive? Me what? No.” She still denies it.

⊂⊃ There are times where Makima wants to prove that she isn’t just some control freak. She wants you to trust her and love her. She wants you

⊂⊃ Makima definitely likes to keep you away from her work life. But if you work with her I’d be no secret if she immediately switched your division or lowered you down to safer missions with easy pay

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lunarrumor · 3 months

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random valgrace headcanons

- leo cooks for jason all the time because he likes it (it reminds him of his mom and when she taught him how to make his favorite dishes) and his love language is most definitely gift giving because he’s not so good with words

- but one day leo was up all night working on some new machine (again) and jason decides he wants to give him a break so he tries to make some simple pasta. butttt they didn’t really have cooking lessons at camp jupiter and the water overflows and he burns the sauce and when leo gets back jason’s hair is mysteriously red and the kitchen looks like something exploded (it did. the sauce bubbled up and went everywhere)

- however they go camping together once and leo makes a fire and by the time he gets back from going to use the restroom jason has caught a wild bird and is frying it up

- leo makes jason random little trinkets all the time

- when leo and jason are having meals with the seven + reyna and nico they’ll tap messages to each other back and forth in morse code until annabeth gets annoyed by all the banging

- leo loves horror movies and jason hate hate hates them

- when jason gets drunk he likes using a lot of big words except he’s too drunk to use them correctly so he just hopes no one notices (leo does but doesn’t mention it…. without fail he’ll look at him and go “how r u so smart even when so drunk” and jason will give him a dopey smile)

- they go to college in new rome together and visit piper at her mortal school all the time

- they also got an apartment together because yeaa it might be moving fast but they totally didn’t move in together because they’re soulmates or whatever. naaaa it would js be silly not to right ? they shouldn’t *both* be paying rent when they’re gonna be at the same place *anywayss* and jason doesn’t cook and leo doesn’t clean so really it’s just a responsible roommate setup rigggght (aka the lie they tell themselves bc they really js wanna have the security of seeing each other everyday and live a wholesome life where they don’t have to worry if the next time they visit the other they’re not gonna be there anymore)

- but they’re both still worried to ruin the relationship because it’s so new and they’ve been pining for so long so they get separate rooms. except leo is always crawling into jason’s bed at night or jason is playing a movie in leo’s while he works (leo’s barely paying attention but jason likes doing it so he can sneak him snacks because leo has a habit of forgetting to eat while working. and every so often leo will make a goofy joke about the movie n he gets so amazed by how smart n funny leo is. n leo likes the background noise and jason’s little snorts when a character is being dumb. and mostly he just likes his presence. how they can just sit in silence together and without leo having to say anything jason will know how much he cares. how much he appreciates jason caring about him)

- and eventually leo just stops going back to his room, unless he’s working on something, because he likes the smell of jason and waking up with him and bothering him while he does schoolwork. his things slowly start appearing in jason’s room until he’s basically moved in and one day he comes home to jason rummaging through his drawers and he’s like uhh ??? and jason’s like ah rats i was gna surprise you….. i cleared out my closet and got a dresser so that you don’t have to keep going back and forth and i can totally put it back if u don’t want that i just thought maybe you might want to because you haven’t rlly slept here in so long anyway and…. and leo kisses him n grabs the pile of clothes and carries it off to *their* room. and so leo’s old room becomes his new work space

- on this same vein leo will get so distracted while he’s working on a new project that he’ll forgot all about time and sometimes he’s doing this n jason comes in and tells him the time and he drops everything and makes dinner bc his stomach grumbling is fine but when he realizes jason probably hasn’t had a real meal since the last time he cooked now *thats* motivation

- of course jason doesn’t always need him to cook (in fact leo starts trying to teach him no matter how disastrous it is at first. i guess multitasking in battle doesn’t equate to handling the chaos of a kitchen ? but jason actually gets pretty good as long as he’s looking at a list of instructions) but leo just likes all the compliments he gets from jason about his food and how he’ll sit with him in the kitchen and come up behind him with his hands on his waist (jason gets really excited whenever leo asks him to do something like bring him some seasoning or a ladle because he likes being helpful)

- jason also started picking up food after his morning class and bringing leo breakfast because he is *not* a morning person. he’ll also order food when leo’s been cooped up in his room for some time and he knows he wants to keep working so jason brings his lil surprise in along with his laptop and they eat together (with jason making sure leo takes a bite every now n then and eats enough before it gets cold)

- jason wakes up at 6 am everyday to go to the gym, shower, and go to classes meanwhile leo doesn’t have class till 1 and even then he’s late sometimes. because as u could assume leo stays up late at night and jason has trouble staying up past midnight (he always falls asleep during their movie nights even though he tries his very hardest not to but leo is so toasty he just can’t help it. and leo always tucks him in and takes off his glasses)

- also neither of them like waking up alone on the couch in the middle of the night (which is fine when leo falls asleep first, jason just picks him up and carries him to bed. but leo isn’t exactly built for dragging 6 ft men across an apartment floor) so they get a pullout sofa for this exact reason (not a bed pullout couch. he would still have to lift jason off and jason is a heavyy sleeper. he had to sleep through a lot of chaos at camp jupiter. they get one of those couches that extends into more couch and pile a bunch of blankets on it for movie nights. and leo makes popcorn with an ungodly amount of butter)

- leo runs warm and when his emotions spike his powers act up so he stress sweats and everytime it happens jason will cool him off with a nice breeze

- on the flip side jason is always cold so he’s always snuggling up to leo (totally the only reason. definitely not that he’s touch starved) and in the winter they’re literally attached at the hip. jason will not let him go no way no how he *will* stand/walk/lay/sit with his arms around leo at all costs (the cost is piper grossing out at their gushiness)

- jason’s bear hugs are leo’s favorite things in the world he could stay wrapped in those arms forever

- jason and leo live in the same apartment complex as frank and hazel and they become a lot closer

- percy and annabeth live down the hall and leo loves to ding dong ditch them

- annabeth randomly knocks on their door sometimes because she wants leo’s help figuring out the logistics for an architectural project of hers and jason will follow so he can play video games with percy (yeah i said it, percy and leo teach him how to play and he likes it more than he thought he would)

- every week they all get lunch together with reyna, piper, and nico

- nico comes over at first to hang out with jason but he still finds leo…. odd but eventually they bond over their love for horror movies and laughing at jason

- leo loves to sketch when he gets bored in class and he’ll be spacing out drawing until he realizes that his whole page is full of jason’s face from every possible angle

- leo fell first but jason said i love you first (after a lot of coaching from piper)

#i thought this would be a short list of hcs but i just can’t shut up about them obviously #rrverse #valgrace #thunderforge #leo valdez #jason grace #leo valdez x jason grace #jason grace x leo valdez #the lost trio #hoo #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #the lost hero trio #tlh trio

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