Tumgik
#and everytime he got somewhere from a fight
Tumblr media
Cherry Wine. aka - Cherry, Part Two.
everything feels like love when you're drunk... right?
pairing - bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader
warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption. characters who wouldn't even recognise their own feelings if they smacked them in the face.
word count - 3k
author's note - I love it when people walk each other home... if you couldn't tell. I think some of our most honest conversations happen on the street at 3am. thank you so much for all the love on Cherry!! I hope you enjoy this part two. friends to lovers might just be my favourite trope ever. it gets me everytime :(.
as always, if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics <3. thanks, angels.
part one. series masterlist. masterlist. inbox.
Tumblr media
His eyes are glued to you.
They have been since he watched you pour just a little too much cherry vodka into your red plastic cup.
He keeps trying to catch your gaze across the smoky room, multicoloured lights clouding his vision. There's some sort of punk song playing through a stereo system somewhere, the beat of the guitar thumping through the wooden floorboards and into Steve's bones.
You're laughing, head thrown back at something Eddie has said. He's funny, Steve thinks. But not that funny. He watches carefully, refraining from intervening right up until the moment you almost trip over your own foot and into the curly haired boy. Steve's moving across the room before he can even process it.
"Cherry," he teases, hand snaking around your waist to hold you upright. "You okay?"
You turn in his hold to throw your arms around his neck, looking up at him with big doe eyes.
"Stevie."
You say his name so sweet that he stumbles and almost takes you down with him.
"You okay?" you giggle.
"I'm good. You good?"
"I'm good."
You sway with him for a second, closing your eyes and revelling in the warmth of his hands on the bare skin of your waist.
"You're a little tipsy, huh?"
"Just a little."
"You wanna go home?"
You chew on your lip for a moment, weighing up your options.
"Can we go to your place? I don't wanna face my parents like this."
Steve leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, brushing the hair back from your face.
"Of course. Let's go, hm?"
"Let me grab my jacket. I'll meet you by the door."
You slink off upstairs, leaving Steve alone with Eddie.
"Just friends," Eddie mocks under his breath quietly.
"What?"
"Nothin'."
Steve stares at his friend with a brow quirked, stormy look on his face.
"All I'm sayin' is - I don't look at my best friend like that. Don't hold 'em like you just did. Don't have sleepovers either."
"I've known her since we were kids. It's different."
"I've got friends I've known since kindergarten. I don't kiss them on the forehead."
"I wouldn't put it past you," Steve mumbles, finished with the conversation. "Whatever, man. You don't get it."
"Oh, I get it. You're in love. Steve and Cherry, sitting in a tree-"
"Don't call her that."
"See? You're defensive over her nickname, because you gave it to her. Don't be an idiot, Steve. Life's too short."
"Yours will be, if you don't shut up."
Eddie takes that as his cue, shaking his head as he leaves to go and complain about the music choice.
Steve meets you outside, chuckling when he sees you shivering as you hold your jacket.
"Cherry, put your coat on. You're freezing."
You look up at him, slightly bewildered, and he fights to keep the smile off his face. Taking it from your hands, Steve slips the jacket around your shoulders, hands skimming up your arms to warm you.
"Better?"
"Better."
You slip your hand into his and begin to walk away from the noise, finally taking a deep breath when you're down the street.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you reply, nudging him with your shoulder. "Feet hurt though. Fuckin' shoes."
You both stop, Steve kneeling down in front of you to unbuckle your heels. You look at him questioningly and he winks, cheeky and full of love.
He slips them off your feet and sits down on the curb, taking his sneakers off and gesturing for you to step into them.
"No, Steve. I chose to wear these, it's my own fault."
"I know, and they looked cute. But now you're going to wear these."
You step into the shoes reluctantly, holding back tears when he kneels and ties your laces tightly. Rising to his feet, he presses a kiss to your forehead before intertwining your fingers again, picking up your heels with his other hand.
You're both quiet, as you walk. Neither of you needs to say anything. It's always been this way. Steve's not good with silence usually, but with you, it's more than comfortable. Sometimes, you'll sit for hours in his bedroom doing your own things, content to just know the other person is there.
"Minnie Lawson kept asking about you tonight."
You try to keep the disdain from your voice as best you can, praying Steve doesn't pick up on it.
He does. He doesn't mention it.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
You keep walking, smiling occasionally when you catch sight of Steve's socked feet next to yours.
"What did she say?"
You mentally kick yourself for bringing it up, but take a deep breath and tell him anyway.
"Kept asking if you were single."
"And what did you say?"
"Told her she needed to ask you herself and that I'm not your secretary."
Steve cackles at this, loud and endearing. The sound makes you grin, whether you want to or not.
"Shit, Cherry baby. What did the girl ever do to you?"
"I didn't mind when she asked the first couple times, but the more she drank, the more she forgot. She couldn't remember if she'd already asked so kept asking again."
He laughs again, squeezing your hand where it still holds his tightly.
"She didn't talk to me."
"Didn't think she would."
He looks at you for a moment too long, your eyes meeting the floor to avoid his gaze.
"Mikey was asking about you tonight, you know."
You'd had a crush on Mikey in ninth grade, the summer after he'd gotten tall and started to look less like four walking limbs and more like a man. He was a nice guy, if not a little boisterous sometimes.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Said you looked pretty. Wanted to know if you were still with the Douchebag."
You chuckle at the hatred in Steve's voice at the mention of your ex boyfriend.
"And you said..."
"That he was in the wind, thankfully."
"Dodged a bullet with that one."
You lean into his arm, savouring the warmth of his skin you can feel through your jacket and his long sleeve shirt.
"Mikey wants to ask you out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Is that so hard to believe? You're a catch, you know."
"I don't know. Boys like Mikey never look at me, usually."
"I look at you."
Your breath hitches in your chest. It's like your heart has forgotten how to beat.
"Yeah," you whisper. "But you're Steve."
After a moment, you add,
"My Steve."
You rest your head onto his bicep, still clutching his hand. He leans down to press a kiss into your hair, resting his cheek there for a moment.
"You're worlds apart from boys like Mikey, Steve. He's nice, but he's not you."
You're not sure where all this sudden truth is coming from, but you're wondering if the cherry vodka has maybe hit you a little harder than you first thought.
"And you and Minnie Lawson aren't even in the same league. You've got nothing to worry about."
You both process Steve's words, before he starts stuttering.
"I mean, not that you, not that - it's not like you were worried, I'm sure. I bet you weren't. I just mean... you know what I mean, right?
Thankfully, you do.
"I know what you mean. I always do."
He stops walking, turning to face you on the sidewalk, hand never dropping yours. You're not sure where you are, but you know Steve knows. He'll keep you safe. Always.
"Okay," he breathes.
"Okay," you breathe.
"I love you," he breathes.
"I love you," you breathe.
"I don't want you to date Mikey Carter," he breathes.
"I don't want you to date Minnie Lawson," you breathe.
You both inhale deeply, following the other person's lead.
"I can't stop thinking about the other night," Steve whispers, so quietly you'd have missed if it you weren't so in tune with him.
Your lungs constrict for a second, all the air leaving you at once.
"Me neither."
You're stood in the street whispering to each other, frightened you'll burst the bubble you've accidentally created.
"I feel bad," you confess.
"Why, honey?"
"Because I... I didn't return the favour. I just let you get into bed and fall asleep. Sorry."
Steve's hands come up to cradle your face, eyes searching yours as if he's reading his favourite book.
"I didn't want you to. I told you, it wasn't about me, it was about you. I didn't... I didn't initiate it so I could get something in return."
"Sorry."
"Stop apologising, Cherry. You've got nothing to apologise for."
"Sorry," you reply without thinking, causing both of you to double over into fits of laughter.
Steve wipes the happy tears from your cheeks, gaze never leaving yours. You look at each other for a moment, feeling the atmosphere shift. The world could collapse around you both, and neither of you would notice. It's just you and Steve. Nothing more, nothing less.
He leans in gently, pressing his lips to yours in a featherlight kiss. He tastes like beer and spearmint.
"You're wearing your lipbalm."
"You've been chewing your gum."
He chuckles, kissing you again softly.
"You wanna go home?"
"Please. You're in your socks, and I look like a clown."
He looks at your feet and laughs, the sound much too loud for the early hours of a Sunday morning.
"Let's go, Cherry baby. My warm bed awaits us."
The stars guide you home hand in hand, Steve stealing the occasional kiss when you happen to be looking in his direction. You kick off his shoes by the door, running straight up the stairs to change out of your uncomfortable dress. Steve stops by the kitchen to grab you both a glass of water, bounding up after you and spilling half the liquid in the process.
He stops in the doorway when he reaches his room, breath caught in his throat. You're stood in just your panties, bare back to him, rifling through his drawers to find the soft grey shirt you always steal.
It's a sight he's seen before. Something is different this time.
"Where is it?" you ask, not turning around.
You know he's there. You know he knows what you're looking for.
This is what love is, he thinks suddenly. The knowing. The unknowing. The knowing that the other person knows. The other person knowing that you know. Unspoken knowledge.
"Bottom drawer, left," he chokes out. "Washed it."
You slip it on and turn around, pouting. The boy quirks a brow at you in question.
"Doesn't smell like you. Smells like your detergent, but not you. Will you wear it, when I leave?"
"Yeah," he chuckles, fighting the blush from rising across his chest. "Anything you want, baby."
Steve shrugs off his clothes, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers before sliding into his side of the bed. You're in the bathroom, humming a tune that he can't quite place but knows he heard tonight. He watches you through the open door as you sway gently, ready to jump up and catch you if need be. You pee with the door still open, and Steve chuckles. It's like you've been married for twenty years.
"Can you please turn the fan on? I'm hot."
"Anything for you, Cherry Pie."
You jump into your side of the bed, sitting up to face the boy next to you. It might be 3am, but you're both wide awake, veins buzzing with endless possibility.
"I've been thinking," you murmur quietly.
"Never a good sign."
"Shut up."
You both laugh, and you can't help but grin. What a miracle, you think. To be alive at the same time as a boy like Steve Harrington. To know him. To love him.
"Will you let me return the favour?"
It's a vague question, but Steve knows exactly what you're asking. He chokes on his breath, tilting his head to look at you.
"Babe, you don't have to-"
"-I want to. So badly."
Steve inhales deeply, willing himself to calm down.
"I don't have to, if you don't want me to. But I can't stop thinking about the way you'd taste."
The boy thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Dreaming, maybe.
"Honey... fuck."
Steve nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Please. Jesus."
He's breathing so frantically, you're worried he might pass out. The last thing you need is your best friend unconscious.
"Breathe, Stevie. It's just me and you."
"Me and you."
"Always."
He comes back down to Earth, so you lean in to kiss him, all tender and cherry flavoured. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you push him backwards so he's leaning against the headboard. You straddle his hips, plush lips pressing into his neck, his chest, his collarbones. Steve's practically melting, a puddle of love and affection beneath you.
"Let me take care of you," you whisper into his ear, and who is he to deny you when you ask so sweet?
You crawl down his body until you're situated between his legs, thick thighs bracketing you in. You kiss along the inside of the muscle, nipping as you go and revelling in the way he jumps and hisses. It's nice to be the one in charge for once.
You scratch your nails along the bulge in his boxers, smirking when his hips buck up into you. You think, for a moment, that you'd happily lie here and tease him like this for hours, just to see when he'd snap. But this isn't the time for games, so you store that thought for another day.
"This still okay?"
"More than okay," he replies, all breathy and ungrounded. You link your fingers with his and squeeze, and all his nerves melt away.
You don't let yourself begin to think about why he's nervous. You know Steve's a ladies man, you know he's done this many times... so why is it different with you? You wonder if maybe you should talk about it afterwards. You're not sure if either of you are ready for that.
Mouthing at him over his underwear, you hum in contentment at his warmth. He's always run hot, every part of him. It's one of your favourite things.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug them down, throwing them onto the floor somewhere. The room is dimly lit by the lamp on the nightstand, the lightbulb casting shadows across Steve's slightly sweat damp skin. The fan acts as a soundtrack, white noise breaking up the silence.
You look at him and bite your lip, buzzing with anticipation. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before, but it's different like this.
"Just... tell me what you like or what you don't like as I go along, okay?"
Steve smiles in adoration, running his thumb over your cheekbone gently.
"Okay."
You wrap your hand around him and curl your wrist, holding back a smirk when the boy whines. It's a pretty sound. You'd like to hear it again and again until he loses his voice.
Leaning in, you lick up the length of him, groaning at the salty musk. His taste, his scent, his sounds... it's all so Steve. He's the centre of your universe, everything around you just Steve Steve Steve.
Taking him fully into your mouth, a hand flies into your hair, tangling his fingers. He doesn't move you, just tethers himself to something real, something grounding. You take him as much as you can, working up a rhythm between your tongue and your hand. Steve's breathing as if he's just ran a marathon, chest heaving and lungs burning.
He finds his voice, suddenly.
"Oh fuck, baby."
"Shit, Cherry. Fuck, just like that."
"That's it, atta girl. Perfect girl. My girl."
"Oh, you're so good. So fucking good."
He tenses, fingers tightening in your hair once again.
"So close, baby. Don't stop. Please."
You double down on your efforts, twisting your wrist in that way you've figured out he likes as you hollow your cheeks and suck. The boy sees stars, vision going white.
The noise he lets out as he finishes will be forever engrained in your mind, a never ending symphony that no orchestra could ever recreate.
He goes lax, collapsing back against the bed as you swallow, never breaking eye contact. You stick your tongue out as proof and he groans, deep and gutteral.
"Kiss me," he chokes, too blissed out to move.
You crawl up his body and press your lips to his, squeaking in surprise when he slips his tongue into your mouth to taste himself.
"Filthy," you laugh, resting your forehead against his.
"You love it."
You shake your head, but can't wipe the grin from your face.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
After a second, you giggle.
"What's funny?"
"I'd like to see Minnie Lawson do that."
Steve laughs, loud and melodic in the low light of the room.
"She's got nothing on you, Cherry baby. No one does."
You process the words, heart stuttering in your chest.
"We should talk about this," you whisper.
"We will," he assures, tugging you into him so your head is resting on his chest. "Tomorrow."
Lines have been crossed, lives have been changed, but the stars above your heads remain the same. They'll always guide you back to Steve.
The lamp flickers, the fan hums, the crickets sing their night time lullabies.
The boy leans down to press his lips to yours. He tastes like cherries and every kiss for the rest of your life.
Tumblr media
@allcheesemelts @valerievortex @swiftsgirlfriend @steviespookie @betweenstarsandsatellites @mrsjoequinn @enigmaticloki
2K notes · View notes
Text
DP x DC Prompt #1
Danny's halfa status gets discovered by his parents and they go full trigger-happy on him. He barely manages to escape, but he is severly wounded still. He's sixteen.
Dani (or Elle or however you wanna call her) finds him by chance (oh nononono Clockwork had nothing to do with this, wink wink) and yoinks him up to bring him somewhere safe. She's a little distracted, so she doesn't notice when she runs -or, well, flies- into a house. Literally. (nop definitely not Clocky's fault)
John Constantine nearly has a heart attack when two fucking ectoplasmic ghosts, the most solid, most radioactive, strongest, most destructive fucking ghosts crash through his window and land right in front of him. For some reason, the House of Mistery hasn't even cursed them despite being uninvited. He's like "welp, guess I'll die, but I ain't going down without a fight" until Dani starts crying and begging for him to help her brother. Then he's panicking because holy fuck these are kids, there's a bleeding dead child in his house.
Then Dani de-transforms and Danny's trandformation breaks as he falls unconcious and holy fuck now there's two very alive kids who used to be dead like, a minute ago and fucking shit that's a lot of blood.
So Constantine patches Danny up and Dani tells them they've got nowhere to go. She's a clone with noo family except for Danny and, well, his parents are the ones that almost make him go from half-dead to fully dead. On a whim, John decides fuck it and lets them stay at his house however long they need to. The House of Mistery is really fucking big after all nd it's already full of monsters and shit, what's two more ghosts to haunt it?
So they spend time together. Shennanigans ensue and a pranking war or two happen at some point. Those fuckers cause him so much trouble he's sure if he hadn't tricked his way into inmortaality he would be getting gray hairs.
Then, at some point, the ghost siblings do something that's incredibly fucking stupid like open up a book of spells constantine hadn't taught them yet and going ballistic through the house, chasing monsters and playing with literal fire. He fixes whatever nonsense situation they'd gotten themselves in (since when was he the one to fix other people's problems?) and scolds them for being dumb and irresponsible when he hits that oh in italics moment and realizes oh shit, I'm a father now.
He scoops them both up in an embrace and tells them thay could have gotten hurt and they both go oh shit, we have a father now.
Basically their dinamic doesn't change, except Dani and Danny call him dad sometimes. They talk about life and death and dying when he finds out they don't have a grave, not even a cenotaph!
The Phantom duo hadn't really thought it was that important. Sure, they were half-dead, but not all the way, why would they need a grave? They didn't even have a body to bury!
But their dad, with his magic, makes them each a gravestone anyway. He puts their names in it, on Danny's he puts his date of birth and death when he was 14, and on Dani's he puts the day she was created and the day she fell through his window.
"Why that day?" she asks. "I was already dead then."
"You were born dead. The dates on a grave are to mark a person's journey and tell their tale. I put the day yoour journey started, and the day it enden, when you came here to rest."
And that was that. He put their graves on the house's prettiest spot on the garden. He placed flowers and lit up candles on them. He put protections on them so nothing would be able to harm them.
Danny and Dani felt lighter, as if a weight they didn't know they carried suddently lifted. Their bodies filled with warmth and love everytime their dad left flowers on their cenotaphs or they left them for each other. They were thankfull for them now.
Meanwhile, the JL and the JL Dark were both getting worried. Sure, Constantine was always sectretive and distant, but this was already excessive. He barely picked any calls, and when he did he barely talked and sounded incredibly tired (Dani and Danny's fault). When they had a meeting, he looked like death warmed over. Tired, disheveled and depressed (damn he missed the little shits, he couldn't wait until the meeting was over to get back home) and he always got a longing look every time he saw one of them with their protegés (he really misses his kids, damn he's got it bad for them). This has been going on for a few months and he's only getting worse.
So they ask to go visit him. Y'know, to go check on him. Just to see if he was okay. Constantine's annoyed but his kids convince him to let his friends visit him. They don't want to be seen by them (they're kinda scared of strangers) but they think their dad should hang out with his co-workers. It's not healthy to be cooped up in the house, even they get visits from Sam and Tucker!
So the JLD came to the House of Mistery. They were just catching up a bit when some magic fuckery happens and somehow they end up on the gardens outside the house (which is really just some grass and wildflowers John calls a garden). Constantine tells them to stay there untill he comes back from fixing whatever the fuck that was.
Of course, they don't stand still. They go fuck arround the "garden" while they wait for him to get back, and they come across two tombstones. Their blood runs cold when they read the names.
Daniel and Danielle Constantine.
Daniel had been dead for two years, but he was only fourteen. Danielle had been born a month or two after Daniel had, so whoever their mother was had been already pregnant when Daniel died. The girl, just two years old, had died very recently. She died just when Constantine had started to act strange.
Their friend was grieving his kids. Fuck, they didn't even know John was a father! Where was the mother? Was he married? Why didn't he tell them? Was the mother dead? Why wasn't she burried there, then? Had she left? Was their friend grieving alone?
They got back to where their companion told them to wait in. Now they understood why he didn't want them snooping arround. They decided to help their friend however they could.
Misunderstandings happen.
6K notes · View notes
princessbrunette · 4 months
Note
okok line cook jj who is absolutely obsessed with the new doe eyed pretty smile waitress. she’s always so nice and patient with the crew even if they’re behind, getting yelled at ect. they flirt and she always gets all blushy and shy, and he just loves it. one day she ends up in the kitchen teary eyed and covered in coffee from an angry customer and jj just looses his shit cause his girl is obviously upset and even possibly hurt and how dare they.
this anon had my tummy hurting and everything like omg i love it sm .
he’d fall for you as soon as he’d lay eyes on you.
jj definitely didn’t have a type and his track history was living proof— however, with all the girls he’d hooked up with in the past they tended to be a little on the sassier side, confident, bites back and can handle the loud mouth that belongs to none other than the man himself— but he’d never felt deeply for any of them, happy to part ways with them when the fun was all over. you however, you were something else entirely.
it was like watching a baby deer trying to learn how to walk when you were brought into the restaurant as the new waitress hire. clearly you’d had no idea just how busy the beachside restaurant got, but you’d tried to adapt quickly. for the first few weeks you were skittish, dropping the occasional plate, tripping over extended legs from tables and forgetting a couple of orders — but surely enough the customers took a liking to you anyway. of course they did, you were adorable, polite, pretty and young — you could have set the place on fire and your manager would probably have let you off with a slap on the wrist.
jj was dead set on getting to know you, hell— he’d even consider himself your guide, befriending you and helping you out whenever he could. he’d have your order ready first everytime, greeting you with a wink that flustered you as he’d carefully hand you the plate and watch you shuffle off to find the corresponding table. he’d gently manoeuvre you out the way with hands on your hips when he needs to get behind you in the busy kitchen on chaotic shifts, smirking to himself at the way you get all doe eyed and embarrassed whenever he did it. it never took much to fluster you, and your sweetness had apparently been just what JJ had craved.
he noticed you started to come to him for everything, and it made his heart swell with pride. toeing nervously into the kitchen during a quieter shift, not many of the staff around that evening. “excuse me, jj?” he remembers your polite voice calling from behind him as he chops some bell peppers. he’s wiping his hands on his apron as he glances over his shoulder at you before turning around fully, giving you his full attention.
“yeah?” he breathes, almost silenced by how pretty you are.
“sorry to disturb you but theres some guys arguing really loud in the restaurant and i think they’re gonna fight and the security guy isn’t in today… dont really know what to do…” you shrug, clammy hands subconsciously playing with your work uniform. he could tell whatever had happened out there has made you uncomfortable, not a fan of confrontation or big scary men yelling. he’s quick to nod, tossing the dish-cloth he was about to wipe the surface with over his shoulder and placing a hand on your arm, looking down at you reassuringly.
“hey, you’re good, i’ll handle it, yeah?” he nods, brushing past you briskly and out the kitchen doors into the restaurant. it was night time, so the restaurant overlooking the beach only had a few customers dotted around eating their meals, equally disturbed by the loud quarrel the two seemingly tipsy men were having. you follow him to the door, watching him saunter out toward them without a care in the world. you liked that about jj, he wasn’t scared of nothing.
“alright ladies, pack it up. go kiss n’make up somewhere else, bein’ waaay too loud and i don’t think these people paid for dinner and a show.” he waves them off, the two men standing at their table having their argument.
“stay outta this kid, i ain’t going nowhere ‘til he gives me what he owes me!” one of them barks back, slamming his fist down on the table making you jump as the cutlery clatters. JJ doesn’t flinch in the slightest, stepping up closer.
“yeah, i wasn’t asking. you’re disturbing my waitress and quite frankly you’re pissing me off, so again, i’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” you pushed down the way ‘my waitress’ made you feel, knowing he was likely just throwing it out there without meaning.
“you think i give a fuck ‘bout how ‘ya waitress feels? we’re doing business here. why don’t you go back to the kitchen, huh?” the other man waves him off, and you see his eyes flutter in irritation a little at the mention of you. he locks his eyes on the man, oddly calm and steps closer, staring him down.
“i’m not askin’ again. leave.” JJ warns.
“or what, blondie?”
“or I beat the shit out of you and your little friend.”
you were happy your manager wasn’t in that evening, because JJ would have gotten in lots of trouble. like that one day, a few weeks later during an afternoon shift, patrons from the nearby golf course having swarmed in for their lunch. JJ had been chatting away with another cook in the kitchen at his post, laughing and swatting eachother with the dish rags when the doors swung open, making him double take when he’d clocked on that it was you. your eyes didn’t find his with a bright smile and fluttery eyelashes like they always did, in fact you didn’t look at him at all. upon further inspection, your uniform was drenched with brown liquid, assumably coffee even dripping from the ends of your hair. your bottom lip wobbled as you headed toward the cloakroom through the back.
JJ’s smile fell off his face and he chased after you, skidding to a stop infront of you as he places both hands on your shoulders.
“hey, hey what happened out there?” he speaks gently, gentler than you hear him speak with the other cooks anyway.
“some guys coffee was cold, so— so he dumped it on me. i’ll be fine, just— just need to change my clothes and go and clean up the mess out there and—” youre wiping your tears off your cheeks, mortified, and when you open your eyes again JJ’s no longer right there, the only sign of his existence being the sight of the kitchen door swinging. you curiously follow, standing in the doorway like you did last time. his eyes had scanned the room, quickly honing in on the older, sweaty Kook in an ugly polo loudly complaining about the ‘help’ with a puddle of coffee beside his table.
he didn’t think, striding over, lips pressed in a firm line. he grabs the man by his collar and yanks him with such a force out of his seat that his chair tips back and falls, skidding along the polished wooden floor. gasps ring around the restaurant, an imaginary spotlight shining on the blonde as he grips the man with white knuckles, looking down his nose at the flailing Kook struggling to get his footing.
“you think it’s okay to humiliate my waitress, huh? you think that shits all sweet? someone oughta teach you—” he’s hissing between grit teeth with a trembling voice when the security guard runs over to tear him off.
“maybank.” the officer warns with a knowing tone and JJ lets the man go, not without shoving him back by the chest first, a spiteful, quick adrenaline fuelled laugh leaving him as he did so.
“yeah, nah, we’re all good. get this asshat out of here though.” he backs off, letting the guard escort the shaken man away to the exit, probably profusely apologising on JJ’s behalf. he pants, watching him leave before looking around at the entire restaurants eyes on him, staring in shock. he scratches his cheek before holding up his hand. “hope y’all are enjoying the food.” he calls out, making eye contact with your manager who stands leaning against the bar with her arms crossed, shaking her head at him. he swears under his breath, before storming back toward the kitchen, not even glancing at you as he storms past you, knowing he’s in trouble.
he heads towards the staff cloakroom, yanking his apron off and beginning to punch the code into his locker, clearly deciding the best way to deal with this was to take off. you follow him, standing in the doorway.
“jj, you shouldn’t have done that.” you scold him softly, watching him screw up his apron and stuff it into his locker, rooting around for his stuff.
“yeah, well i did, so…” he doesn’t turn to acknowledge you, still out of breath with a noncommittal tone.
“you’re… you’re gonna get in trouble. i don’t want you to get fired.”
he suddenly turns to you when you approach at his side. “you think i want that either?” he snaps before softening, seeing the way your eyes widened in hurt confusion. “i’m sorry. i… i just don’t like how these assholes get to roam around and do what they want. they can direct all that shit towards me, i don’t care, i can take it…” he takes off his backwards hat, raking his hands through his hair. “but… but not you! they don’t get to talk to you like that. someone’s gotta show them, you know?” he rants and you soften, stepping closer.
“thank you.” is all you say, pressing your hands to his shoulders and standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. you offer him a small smile, before turning around and heading back toward the door. you turn before you leave, his body still twisted towards you as he watches you in awe, suddenly a lot calmer. “no one’s made me feel safe like you do, jj.” you state before heading away.
he sighs, turning back toward his locker and leaning his forehead against the cool metal, screwing his eyes shut for a moment just breathing. when he turns back around, you’re gone, replaced by the disapproving glare of your manager.
“you wanna talk about what just happened?” she tilts her head.
“well, no— but i feel like i don’t really have a choice.” he forces a fake smile. it was gonna be a long day for jj.
455 notes · View notes
whorexis · 6 months
Text
KINKTOBER - day 4
Ride
Hobie Brown x fem!reader
-> requested!
Warning/s: p in v, riding, overstimulation, both reader and hobie are switches (?), bit of sub!hobie, praising (both receiving), not fully proofread!
You being sexually frustrated after work wasn't a rare thing, however, Hobie did not expect you to stomp into your shared bedroom while grumbling some random things under your breath. Before he could ask you what was going on, you were trying to fight your way out of your clothes, throwing them somewhere on the floor and staying in nothing but your bra and panties.
"What gotcha actin' up this badly? Did someone spit on ya drink?" Hobie snickered but it was obvious you weren't one to joke with right now.
"Lie down" you ordered while taking off your jewelry.
"Wha'? Since when are ya the one to tell me what to do?" He wasn't mad, he couldn't be if your pout was on view for him. He grinned as he heard your reply "just do it, hobes!"
He raised his hands in a mocking manner, acting as if he was innocent as he lied down on the bed. "Love the view" he laughed as you walked to the side of the bed, bending down to take off your panties and with that exposing your ass to him. He tried to grasp for your butt, which was only a few inches away from him but his hand quickly got smacked away. "No touching" your voice was desperate, almost hoping for hobie to just take you and pound into you but you had different plans.
He pouted "y're bein' a real arsehole right now, y'know? Don't mind though, 's hot"
You hummed in response as you went over to straddle him "just shut it hobes.." you said before taking his wrists and pinning them to the sides of his head before diving in for a long, teeth clashing kiss. He moaned into the kiss and you could feel his boner poking against you. As you broke the kiss with a loud 'plop' sound, you started grinding on him, your own jaw falling open as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through your thin layer of clothing.
"Wanna ride you" you moaned out as you felt him buck his hips into you.
"Nothin's stoppin' you lovey" he had a smug grin on his face. You immediately started taking off his belt and then sliding his pants down to his knees. His length immediately rose up, as hard as ever. He kept his hands to his side, but hobie being hobie he wanted to mess with you.
He waited for you until you removed your underwear and slowly positioned yourself over his throbbing tip. You always needed some time to fully take him since he was so big, but before you had even reached the half of his dick, he bucked his hips up to you while his hands on your sides slammed you down on him. You screamed in response, ending it with a load moan and a sob.
"Fuck! Mhh!" Angry, you took his wrists again, pinning them above him until something caught your eye — the webshooters he wanted to make for you. Luckily, it was in your near, so without a second thought you took them and webbed Hobie's wrists to the headboard of the bed.
"Ay! Tha's no fair" you knew exactly that he had every chance to escape, and he knew it too — if he didn't want to, he wouldn't even had let you reach for it, but he found your angry state so amusing and hot.
"Shut up" you moaned as you placed your hands on his chest, finally bouncing on him and completely forgetting about your own sensitive cunt. He started grunting and groaning, clenching his fists as he fucked up to you, admiring the way your face scrunched up everytime his dick hit the spot.
You found yourself absolutely swallowing his dick, feeling every inch, every vein, every little detail of it crave into your walls as he twitched beneath you, little whines escaping both of you.
"Luv, gonna—" a loud moan of yours interrupted him as you started to shake. You came loudly on him, but you never stopped riding him and soon he was cumming too, shooting his seed into your hole. "Baby— 's too much for yo— ngh!" Hobie knew your body. He knew that when he would usually give you an orgasm and fill you up you'd need a bit of a time to regain your mind and process whats happening, but today, without Hobie in control, you were nothing but an animal in heat.
The sight of his long dick fully went into you, coming out drenched in your cum and creating a white ring around his length alone could make you cum, which it did, but you still never slowed down.
Your hands wandered around Hobie's body, who had started squirming slightly under you as he could feel his second orgasm settling in while you bounced on him like crazy. His moans were rather a sound of pleasure while yours were straight up sounds of exhaustion and hornyness and you knew your neighbours hated you.
The bed creaked with every bounce of you, a loud smacking sound being able to be heard everytime you slammed yourself down to him. "Doll, d-dont slut yaself out‐ s-shit, pussys killin' me" he grunted as he could feel himself cumming inside of you. And suddenly you both had one question in mind.
How much of his cum could fit into your tight little hole? How much did you have to make him reach his orgasm for you to feel his dick inside of you for days?
So you kept on giving him one after another while he was more than happy to be in this position. But after a while, he started to get all sappy, drool leaving his mouth as he barely even fucked up to you.
"Mmh.. my g-good girl— fuck righ' there luv"
His praise kept you going, going until you were tired and filled with his cum, but you didnt stop until you had milked every last little cum drop of him.
"Hmphh! H-hobes please.. s-shit!"
It was probably his 5th orgasm by now and you had easily given him another one. His eyes started to get droppy as his dick twitched inside of you. Your pussy was raw and tired, clit untouched, pussy lips spread open. And as you kept fucking him, grinding and bouncing, clenching around his dick, he slowly slipped in a state of being overstimulated. Hobie could always go far when it came to the amount of time he'd cum, but by now you had ridden him so well, milked him so good that he was fighting every urge not to pass out right here and now.
"Princess, 's gettin' too much l-luv, fa the b-both o' us" he whimpered. But not only he was overstimulated. Your pussy was pulsating around him, just begging to be left alone, but the warm feeling in your abdomen just never left. "O-one more? Please hobes, be a good boy for me baby, you can do a...another for me, cant you?"
And hobie could never resist your begging as he started thrusting up to you, your hips meeting each other. The uncomfortable sound of your cum smacking against each other while your nails digged into his shoulders filling the room.
Your cunt was absolutely wasted as you felt his thrusts quickening up — he was close, and you were too. So with the last energy remaining inside of you, you went full on jumping on him, giving him one of the strongest orgasms as he finally came into you for the last time. You came too, mouth open and eyes rolled back to your skull.
You removed yourself from him and the moment your hole revealed his sloppy, in cum layered cock, his and your cum started dripping out of you.
"Shit"
You were surely going to feel him inside of you for a bit longer than a few days.
Masterlist
988 notes · View notes
seesour · 5 months
Text
tensions | g.s
Tumblr media
pairing : geto suguru x reader
warnings : fluff, snuggling, kissing, hugging, slightly uncanon, injured reader, geto liking reader, one bed trope
contents : reader is gender neutral. cocky geto. very subtle enemies to lovers.
Tumblr media
you were paired with geto for a mission somewhere in tokyo. you find everything fine except for the fact that geto suguru is a complete jerk. everytime you both partner up, it always ended with some yelling and arguing, sometimes fighting if things get heated up enough.
this time though, it feels different from the usual mission. the higher ups had warned you both to be extra careful. you didn't mind it much until you and geto arrived at the scene, you were rethinking your decisions as you looked around the place.
the whole building was filled with cursed spirits. the eerie feeling made the hairs behind your neck rise. you glanced at geto, taking in his expression. he looks surprisingly calm? wait, is that a smirk?
a sound of someone clearing his throat made you stop what you're doing. you straightened up and took a step forward, "let's go?" you said, unsure.
geto walks ahead of you without saying anything, as if you were never there with him. you followed him inside the building and got to work.
thankfully, the mission went well. only a few scratches formed on your arm and neck, deep enough to draw blood. and there is geto, unscathed. not a single scratch or bruise were on his body. geto looks down at you, smirking to himself. "seems like someone had it rough" geto chuckled smugly.
you just scoffed, trying to balance yourself as you got up. you stumbled on something and was about to fall before geto caught you. geto clicks his tongue as he helped you stood up.
"you don't have to do that cheesy shit" you sneered. he gave you a look, "it'll be more work if you fell down, don't wanna carry you all the way back to the hotel" geto said. you gave him a playful eye roll and started to walk towards the hotel.
it was a long walk filled with silence. not even you or geto have said anything. geto was about to say something but stopping when you opened the door to your shared room.
a sigh was heard beside you "they can't afford for an extra bed?" geto said, a slight annoyed tone can be heard in his voice. you shrugged and walked into the room, accepting the fate. you placed your stuff on the floor.
after a quick shower, you head straight to the bed. "take the couch" you said lazily, getting comfortable on the bed. "don't wanna risk getting my neck sore. move" he said, flatly. you stayed there unfazed. geto mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch, but who cares anyway. geto took one of the pillows and decided to rest on the couch instead, the lights flicked off before he do so.
you woke up in the middle of the night, dreamed about the mission earlier. you remember geto being touchy and protective of you today, shielding you from the cursed spirits thinking you wouldn't notice but you did. sitting up slowly you laughed before stopping as you felt a hand wrapping itself on your waist, you looked down to see geto snuggled close to you.
geto moved slightly, pulling you closer to him. you sighed and decided to go back to sleep. he snuggled closer and nestled his face on your neck, his steady breath hitting your skin. you placed your hand on his back, caressing it slowly as you began to feel sleepy again. ignoring the warm feeling on your cheek, and the butterflies in your stomach.
"couldn't sleep?" a deep voice shot you awake. you see geto looking at you half sleep.
"just some dreams" you told him. "about me?" geto said, grinning slightly. you chuckled, ignoring the weird feeling in your stomach. "go back to sleep, suguru" you replied hastily when geto just laughed at you being embarrassed.
geto's hand wandered over your left arm, "still hurt?" he said as he caressed your arm gently. you looked over to the wound on your arm before looking back up at him, "a bit, yeah" you replied to him smiling a little. geto gets up just enough to reach your left arm and leans in closer to place a gentle kiss on it. he backed up and looked at you "tell me if you need anything, okay?" he said softly. you smiled and nodded, geto pulled you closer to him as he began to drift away to sleep.
you followed him soon after, resting your head on geto's chest as he caressed your back slowly. you may hate him for how he acted before, but right now feels perfect.
422 notes · View notes
renardiererin · 7 months
Text
THE GREAT WAR a social media au starring rockstar!rintarou suna, and musician!reader
Tumblr media
synopsis -> you used to know rintarou. you knew him back before the world did. you used to know him better than you knew yourself. but nothing perfect ever lasts, does it? after awhile he just stopped responding. you tried to block out every headline you saw featuring his name, and focus on your own music career rather than his own. but when one of his bandmates reaches out to you and asks you to open for their upcoming tour, you find yourself stuck traveling all around the world with the man whose inflicted pain inspired most of your first album.
warnings -> potentially some suggestive content (but no explicit smut), probably some flashback moments, probably alcohol content, swearing, etc.
tags -> smau, social media au, rintarou suna, rintarou suna smau, celebrity smau, rockstar suna, exes to ?, little bits of humor i hope, angst, band au
ongoing! [8/22/23] playlist
Tumblr media
profiles
akaashi fanclub / dicks with instruments
table of contents / masterlist *titles may be subject to change along the way !
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚🌙
act i - the act of acceptance 1. my knuckles were bruised like violets
2. i can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye
3. i know we cut all the ties but you never really listen
4. yes i got your letter, yes i'm doing better
5. seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right?
6. love is never logical
7. when facing the things we turn away from
8. i wanna get him back (i want sweet revenge; i want him again)
9. we had matching wounds
10. did you see me on tv?
11. put my name at the top of your list
12. i’ve gotten what i wanted, it’s just not what i imagined
13. none of it matters and none of it ends, you just feel like shit over and over again
14. stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚🌙
act ii - the act of love and loss 1. still all over me like a white stained dress i can't wear anymore
2. the small things that you do are what remind me why i fell for you
3. don't just sit in front of me and wait for me to talk
4. flashback: i was only 17 when she first made me feel like a man
5. i don't wanna face the music but i still wanna dance with you
6. i can see you saying: "meet me tonight"
7. you, oh you, it's always been you
8. i'm captivated by you baby like a firework show
9. imma make a move, if you know what i mean
10. jump then fall into you
11. your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in
12. you told me you love me, so why did you go away?
13. i lived in your chess game
14. when i'm nothing new
15. i hate that because of you i can't love you
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚🌙 act iii - the act of isolation and irritability 1. i know that i should hate you
2. when did it end? all the enjoyment?
3. falling feels like flying til the bone crush
4. flashback: for awhile you were all mine
5. i hope you're not happy without me
6. i love you but i need another year alone
7. i didn't have it in myself to go with grace
8. flashback: when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave
9. come back to me like you could if you'd just say you're sorry
10. i try to ignore it everytime you phone... but i never come close
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚🌙
act iv - the act of reconciliation 1. you used a fork once
2. you will love me until you resent me
3. i wish you knew that i'll never forget you as long as i live
4. i miss you too much to be mad anymore
5. can't turn back now i'm haunted
6. if you're out there if you're somewhere if you're moving on
7. you can hear it on the way home
8. this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
9. don't want no other shade of blue but you
10. until the poets run out of rhymes
11. i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck
12. this love came back to me
13. what if i told you i'm a mastermind?
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚🌙
act v - the act of the epilogue 1. outside they're push and shoving / you're in the kitchen humming
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚🌙
a/n: hii okay i haven't written an smau in literal years so im just hoping this doesn't suck and that you can enjoy it :) mwah i love each and every one of you who is reading this note & this smau rn <3 thank you all my loves !
taglist
@kiyoily @akumakitsune21 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dani-shitting-around @alienvarmint @reverie-starlight @honeythebarbie @bootlegroach @tsukiran @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @ilovejujitsukaisen @dontmindtheevie
taglist is open <33 comment here to be added !
553 notes · View notes
house-of-daena · 7 months
Note
al haitham is just Meant to take dick. he thought if he ever had sex with someone, he'll be the top, but when you came along with your massive arms that hooks right under his knees to pump him full with no way to escape, your massive thighs around his neck making him choke on the fat cock down his throat, and your filthy tongue whispering the most obscene things rigjt into his ears that he cant help but get so desperately turned on that he cums right away? the thought of topping gets thrown right out the window, he wants to be your pretty little pillow princess forever. he wonders how he got himself to this point, from being the cold, calculating grand scribe thats indifferent about most things and people to glancing at your lower half everytime you walk past and getting hard from just thinking about the risky things both of you could do in public space like this. how he donwgraded himself into a cock hungry whore, wanting to take you from every possible hole you can fit into. if it doesnt fit? he'll make it.
@pantalonte
IH MY GOD HI you just came out of fucking nowhere 😭😭😭 i am so normal about alhaitham .. why is he so.. fuckable to a fault...
nsfw utc
oh my god you have no idea how much i love idea of stripping him from his pride. like who would've thought alhaitham of all people would turn out such a whore for you,, people who notice wonder how you got the acting grand sage from this guy who's usually serious and cold to be looking at you with hearts in his eyes.
i like the idea of alhaitham watching you from the corner of his eye, then when you walk out of sight, to somewhere more private with a smirk on your lips, he just knows what you want, and he'd be stopping whatever he's doing, following you to where ever you went.
i hc that alhaitham has terrible oral fixation for your cock that if you don't let him suck on it for at least once a day he would go mad. he will be on his knees for hours on end, sucking your cock for all it's worth. he doesn't care if there's streaming down his cheeks, drool dripping down his throat and onto the floor, his thighs trembling, his lips all swollen and his jaw is aching. if you dont force him to stop, he will suck you until he can't anymore.
literally thinks about ur cock so much its not even funny,, like he's so addicted to it. sometimes he'd reflect on himself on how did he turn out like this, then he remembers every single filth that comes out of your mouth, and he's shamefully getting hard from it.
oh my god i bet he's read of so many books about how to take dick better. mostly so you can easily use him however you'd like. so don't be surprised for your cute lil scribe to have a plug up his ass when you bend him over his office desk :3
100% agree with you , he's just made to take ur cock no matter how much he tries to deny him :( also good i love imagining getting manhandled... yeah you're bending him in so many different positions as if he's nothing bc you just have complete reign on his body and he will never say no., he never fights it whenever you bend him like he's just some fuck doll >3<
make sure to degrade him when u fuck him! for a guy who is pretty prideful at times, his hole gets really tight when you call him your dirty little slut :3
892 notes · View notes
spacesurfing · 2 years
Note
❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ with Anakin? (A girl with a big metal hand kink as I have one as well)
-- I love the metal hand as well, it's just so yummy. Thank you for sending in a request!!
•--•
Good Resolutions
Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut
Summary: You and Anakin never found a way to get along. With your feuds and the war occupying your minds, you were convinced Anakin Skywalker only cared about himself. So maybe you should try as well. And you did.
Warnings: Anakin does make fun of the reader!!, violence, injury, blood, Metal hand kink, Dom!Anakin, brat tamer!Anakin, rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), slight humiliation, slight praise kink, inappropriate use of the force, hair pulling, soft ending :)
Tumblr media
GIF NOT MINE!!
•--•
You didn't want this war. It had caused pain to everyone; to you, to Obi-Wan, to the clones that knew nothing more than fighting and to the civilians that had to endure it all. You felt horrible for all of the factors in this war. It had caused yourself grief and stress, things that the Jedi were forbid of, but you never understood how the Jedi just saying, "Hey, just don't feel anything and you can stay in our cult of magicians!" would fix any of your emotions from straining against your mind.
And him. Oh him. If you weren't a Jedi, you would've ripped Skywalker's face apart. You hated him, more than you had hated anything. There were only few things you let yourself hate, and one of them was no doubt him. He crawled under your skin, biting at you, irritating you. And the council always thought it was a good idea to bring you two together. In their eyes, the more you had to see him, the more you two "got along" (and the less they had to deal with his bullshit). And through the war process, you hated him even more.
The flirting, oh you couldn't stand the flirting. You didn't dare say anything to the council, you didn't wanna hear about your snitching from him everytime you walked beside him. You'd rather the unnerving silence that was always there till he wanted to brush his gloved hand against your arm, move a piece of loose hair from your face, have the audacity to correct your stances everytime you found yourself in battle. The way he called you 'pretty girl' whenever it was just you and him. You fucking hated everything about him and his stupid, handsome face.
He was really at your throat this whole week though. You'd been sent to Geonosis, another secret imperial base had been made for them to perform their various meetings. It also was supposedly a site for explosives construction on their half. So, you were happy that meant not blowing something to smithereens due to the possibility of very fatal explosives.
As the 501st communicated with your battalion of calm soldiers, you had to stand beside the rat they assigned you to help. You wished that Rex would find a question for you, so you could talk to him instead. You walked in silence with Skywalker, only few of your most skilled men behind you - Commander Tank, Reaper, Mitch, Magma and Cub.
Your men talked to you a lot, they loved jokes and sarcasm, but they didn't like bothering their General, especially when you were next to the man you hated more than anything - in those moments your shoulders were so tense your men thought you were about to punch something. But you honestly wish your men didn't care for your sanity because them being a distraction was better than them being silent and watching your back as Skywalker walked confidently next to you.
"Do you always breathe that loud?" Anakin peeped up, looking over at you. His face was blank but you could tell he was holding in a devilish smirk that you swear to maker you always wanted to slap off of his face.
You looked over at him with pure confusion, "What do you mean?"
"You sound like you're suffocating, is it too long of a walk for you little miss princess?" he asked, purposefully mocking you, just needing to get to your head, to tickle your insecurities.
Your nose scrunched up at his comment, "I've been breathing perfectly fine this whole time, Master Skywalker. Don't you have better things to listen to than my breathing anyways?"
"Well, when you're being incredibly loud, I can't focus on those 'better things'."
You turned away from him, your face hot. Did you really breathe that loud? No, he just wants to get to you. But what if you did really breathe that loud? You felt embarrassed beyond belief. All you wanted to do was fall back and escape to the transport ship that had left what seemed like a millennium ago.
Before you could think too far into it, one of your boys, Mitch, spoke up, "I don't think you breathe that loud, General."
The clone outfitted in white and a forest green fell into step next to you. You smiled widely at him, looking up. It was funny, the clones being taller than yourself - yet they only listened to you. You'd seen other people attempt to boss around your clones, but they had hard heads and they liked to knock them against anyone other than yourself.
Anakin muttered something under his breath, eyes averting away from your figure. You would've asked him what he had said if it weren't for you just simply not caring about his opinion on anything.
Mitch fell back into step with the rest of the men, leaving you in the same atmosphere that you were in before he trailed up on you; in Skywalker's restrained silence. You knew he wanted to say something else, he always wanted to say something about your men being "kiss-ups", just wanted you to give them your full attention.
'If you really want to insult me, don't do it in front of my men,' you spoke through thoughts. You'd think you'd have a force connection with someone you liked, someone that made you cherish their time and attention. The one between you and Anakin was unnecessary and stupid - that's why you never got into verbal arguments. It was almost like texting someone over a holopad, except you could hear their voice almost as if it were in a dark chamber, echoing off the walls of your mind.
He didn't respond, his eyes forward, watching the trail with carefulness that he only faked. He just didn't want to look at you is what the problem was, cause when he did, he would say something nasty. 'Come by my quarters when we get back to Coruscant, then I won't have to say a single word in front of your men.'
For once, you were up to the challenge of talking to him. You always denied his offers, which only sent more teases your way, more glares. The less you interacted with him, the more he mocked you. 'Fine, then I will.'
You watched out of the corner of your eye, a smirk spreading across his face.
It did take long to find something, the hideout that everyone was speaking of. It was small, carved into a peak. "Great, we'll be lucky if we don't find tunnels in this thing."
For once, Anakin let out a small huff of air - a laugh sort of. It was quiet, like he didn't want you, or anyone, to hear that he was laughing at something you said. We easily found the entrance, walked in with muffled footsteps, trying to sneak as quietly as we could try. Tank stood behind you protectively, the rest of your men in line with him. It was the same for Skywalker's battalion - Captain Rex in line with the rest of the 501st. And of course, you never got out of sync while next to Anakin, now closer than you were before in the tight halls.
"I don't like this one bit," Tank said under his breath, looking around while keeping his shoulders tense, ready for whatever there was to come.
"I know Tank but we'll get out of here as soon as possible," you whispered back, keeping your voice low. You were watching cracks trail up into the ceiling, the deep hum of machinery vibrating the atmosphere around you.
Anakin knew too, you felt it, that there was indeed a factory hidden in the cavern you were walking through. You kept your hand close to your hip, though the thought of a fight was very deep in your mind. All you were searching for now was the vibration of voices.
You closed yourself into your own thoughts, listening for noise. For a moment, you could only hear the soft whisper of a joke send over from Reaper to Kix, then you closed out that train. You heard the conveyer belt to the left of you, taking a turn down the next crossroad and simply walking straight. And to the right, you heard the voice of Poggle, speaking in native Geonosian to the other close members of the separatist alliance.
You held up your right hand, stopping your men and Skywalker's men in their tracks. As soon as that happened, you felt a jolt through your mind as he shared the same force channel as you did, listening to a language you never understood. Then you directed him to the left, listening to the sounds of machinery.
"We certainly got lucky this time boys," you claimed, turning around, addressing in a soft voice, "Mitch, I will need you to find a way to shut down the factory when we enter, Kix and Cub with accompany you. Rex and Tank will stay with me and General Skywalker. Hardcase and Jesse, you will stand guard in front of the factory, and the rest of you will take out droids that might be there and find explosive deposits."
The men all nodded, not daring to speak a response and they followed you in the same quiet march that they had kept up that whole time walking in.
"Master Skywalker, you are to take Rex and collect some of the most dangerous explosives when they are found. Tank and I will join you soon after, I would like to continue listening."
Anakin snickered, "They why don't you just take guard and Jesse and Hardcase can actually put the backpacks to use."
You hummed, beckoning Tank to take his backpack off and you dropped both yours and Tank's into Anakin's hands, "As you wish." He looked disappointed. Even though this was your mission, he had bossed you around without getting you upset. What a shame.
•--•
The mission went exactly as planned, which was something that never seemed to happen when you were beside Skywalker on a mission. But today, everything had went exactly as we planned it to go. Well, up until the end. You had hurried your men out and told them to call for a transport as you and Anakin stayed inside, cutting up some of the machinery, the lock on the controls not going to hold up forever. Mitch was good, but not that good.
And, we found a stray droid in the process, wandering into the factory after he must've heard no noise from it. As soon we we rushed at him, he had the last laugh, contacting Poggle to your location on the spot.
You scurried behind Anakin, talking to your men. They reported the transport ship was close, flying down to them now. As soon as you turned the corner to the main entrance though, you felt a sting in your arm. Eager to get out, you tried to not focus on the pain, rushing your men into the ship as you hurried out fast. Reaper threw down one of the explosives, it soon beeping and caving in the entrance.
You smiled in relief. This was the first good mission in a long time, your men keeping Anakin's calm. It was funny, the contrast between how you and Anakin interacted and how his men and your men interacted. Rex pointed that out once. You and Anakin then didn't communicate with each other the rest of the mission.
As you became grounded though, you grasped your arm. It hurt, bad, a searing pain. As you held your fingers up, you saw blood. You tried to hide the injury for the time being, the transport ship making it's way to the command ship and you scurried off as soon as it landed. Or well, tried to.
"Is that... blood, General?" Cub spoke. You winced at his question, turning around to see him standing right there behind you, checking out your wound.
Anakin stepped over, speaking in a commanding voice, "What do you mean blood?"
Cub turned you, showing Anakin the blood forming a circle on the fabric where the wound was under. Anakin grumbled, grabbing your wrist in a way that made you dizzy and dragged you to the infirmary, setting you down on a medical cot and calling over Kix.
The man in blue took off his helmet, setting it down and looking at your arm. "Could you, um, undress for me. If you need a shirt or something we have plenty."
You waved him off, stripping yourself of your long sleeved top and your robes. You had a tight breastband on, not revealing anything in particular but your arms and your stomach. You knew that the men were mature, not taking a wounded woman soldier as some sort of sex worker when she was to be almost half naked to receive medical attention. All the men were very respectful - too good to deserve the lives they had to live.
You waited for Anakin to leave, but as Kix tended to your wound, rubbing some bacta ointment on it and wrapping it up with bandages, Anakin continued to glare at you. You felt his eyes burning right through your head as he waited for Kix to finish.
"Are there any other wounded?" the medic asked when turning to Anakin. Anakin shook his head and Kix simply nodded, saying a goodbye to Anakin and walking back to the hangar bay to connect back with his group.
You downcast your eyes, a frown tugging at your lips as you avoided looking at his figure, broad and hovering over you like a building. You knew that if he was still standing there, arms crossed tight against his chest, he wanted to say something.
When the metal of the door shut with a mechanical noise, and Anakin burst into flames.
"You were injured, and you did tell me?!" he asked, raising his voice as he stared you down. You couldn't avoid his eyes now, looking back at his face you saw the fury in his expression, his eyebrows scrunched, his face in pure anguish.
You inhaled, looking away frantically, then back at him, "Why are you asking me like you've ever cared? When have you ever gave a shit about me?"
"Are you saying you don't believe I care?"
You scrunched your nose up in a way that flipped Anakin's heart, watching as you turned from this closed book into this flaming ball of emotion. "Why should I believe in any universe that you would care about me? You mock me in front of my men, criticize me constantly and overall, you're a huge dick."
Anakin was quick to unfold his arms and cage you into the medical bed, his hair falling in his face as he stared you down. Maker he was big. You had thought he was tall of course but as he really hunched over you, got in your face, he was intimidating to say the least.
"I have always cared about you, do you understand? I worry every moment you are on the field. You do not tell me I don't care about you, I would travel to the end of the galaxy to find you."
You huffed, not letting his fake front manipulate you. It wasn't fake, everything had come out of Anakin's mouth aggressive, yet true. He cared deeply, he thought of you constantly. He was always in a bad mood cause he couldn't have you. He acted like a playground bully because he was convinced it would protect you from his feelings. But fate always prevailed.
"Get out of my face."
Anakin tilted his head and in a mocking manner, spoke, "And what if I don't? You gonna call Mitch? Is he gonna kiss your ass like he always does?"
"You don't talk about Mitch like that, you slimeball," you growled, pushing at Anakin's shoulders. He stumbled a little, but not enough to move his arms from keeping you sitting on the cot.
"Then tell me. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. About. It?"
As a Jedi, you knew you couldn't use aggression against him. The tones you two were using already was bad enough, biting at each other's necks like stray dogs, but you weren't gonna hit him.
Anakin's blue eyes pierced your soul, they were clouded, his face so close to you that butterflies roamed in your stomach and his lips were plump, curled into a snarl. But soon, a smug smirk played on his lips, "Nothing, you're too much of a good girl. You wouldn't do anything but sit there all pretty, waiting for one of your boys to pick you off your feet and pamper you."
"They don't pamper me, they protect me, something you just seem incapable of."
A rope snapped in Anakin. He couldn't take it anymore, pretending he didn't want you, trying to tell you he cared without actually saying it. Maker, he wanted to be the one to pamper you and protect you. He'd spend countless nights imagining you curled up in his lap, talking the day away, telling him about your latest mission, talking to him in that soft voice you always addressed Ahsoka in.
He knew there was nothing that would make you hate him more, so he move his hand up your arm and pressed his lips to yours. For the anger emitting from Anakin, his lips laid on yours tenderly. He wanted to be mean, he wanted to leave small bruises on your neck and thighs, he wanted to be rough with you, but he couldn't just ruin the first kiss out of a temper tantrum.
When you didn't kiss him back, he pulled away, looking at you with the same expression he had before, but his mouth was relaxed and his eyes had a soft look to them.
You didn't know how to respond. The kiss had made your heart throb, made your eyelids droop as if they wanted to close forever. Your lips felt hot, so did your face. And as if Anakin was water in a dessert, you lurched forward, catching his lips with your own in a desperate kiss. You grabbed at his shoulders, your lips moving against his as he snatched your waist with both hands.
Everything about this encounter made your ears hot, your face was on fire, your body felt like it was made of lava. Anakin tasted so sweet, something you would have never expected. You heard a loud laughter through the durasteel walls of the ship, pulling away from Anakin and pushing lightly on his chest.
"Anakin, there are people-"
"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked, his metal hand massaging your waist as he pressed light breathy kisses over your lips. This is the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and maker did he want to make this last forever. But he was still so upset at you, for hiding from him, from keeping the injury to yourself.
You nodded, and Anakin simply whisked you away by your arm, puling you through a side door in the infirmary, leading to a private meditation room, one where no Jedi was to be disturbed if not for their commlink going off. There were only two on each command ship and they were used often, the cheap soundproofing keeping out most of the loud talking and resulting in a hum that most Jedi could be okay with. They were convenient, down a hall that most weren't even permitted to be down anyways, the door with a solid lock on it.
It felt wrong, allowing such feelings and bringing them especially into a Jedi-oriented place. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was forbidden, but Anakin refused to bat and eye at anything being necessarily wrong. This was only a show of passion right? You had to have passion as a Jedi, attachments were forbidden, but didn't you have an attachment to the Jedi order as a whole? It was something you always kept with you, something you could never defy, something that ran your whole life, it was a commitment. So, an attachment?
Your head ran dry of thoughts as he promptly locked the door. Immediately his lips latched themselves onto yours, hands holding your hips close to him as the top of your back pressed against the wall. His hair tickled your forehead, your hands reaching to hold the sides of his face, feeling the fluff of it tangle between your finger tips.
You could already feel him, hard against your thigh, pulling away for a moment to breathe before kissing you again. It was hot, his lips smothering you, heavy exhales between kissing him like our lives would end.
He squeezed your hip tight, making you gasp before sliding his tongue into your mouth. You felt yourself growing wet by the second. Maker, you hated this man more than anything, but the way he touched you and kissed you, the way his face felt under your hands, you never wanted to be away from him.
There was a counter in the corner of the room with a tea machine next to it. He didn't hesitate to move his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze and muttering an "Up" before carrying you over to it, mouth still locked onto yours as he dropped you on the counter. You were perfectly level with him in that moment, his tongue sliding against yours. You ached for him and his touch, you wanted to feel him everywhere. He pulled down your pants and boots, leaving them in a pool of clothing next to one of the meditation cushions. You felt absolutely bare, nothing but your breastband and panties on.
Anakin rested his forehead against yours, sharing the same air with you, staring at your curves and the way your panties clung to you. You looked so delicate to him, in a way where he didn't even want to touch you.
"You're so pretty," he groaned, gripping the side of your thighs, "I wanna fuck you, will you let me do that angel?"
You grinded yourself against his bulge, needy for something, anything from him, "Please Anakin, I-I need you."
He knelt down before you, dark blue crystals staring up into your own eyes, prompting you to watch him. He nipped a piece of the fabric, pulling them down your legs as his hands held you off of the surface. You felt like you were gonna start drooling over him, he was delicious to look at, something you always ignored. But you couldn't now, the eye-candy almost in shining light, the only single thing you could focus on.
And you didn't focus on anything else. Which is why you moaned in surprise when you felt cold against your clit. His glove must've been somewhere on his lap, but that didn't matter because his metal thumb rubbed circles against your clit. The contrast felt so good, and you couldn't help but become a whimpering mess.
He prodded a finger at your hole, "Do you like it when I touch you with my metal hand? You know, I did think you were weird, but I never suspected you were this weird."
You were about to make up a comeback, but when he slipped his finger into you, your thoughts were muddled. Your teeth latched onto your bottom lip and you unintentionally grinded against his hand.
"Ani..." you moaned, one of your hands gripping the end of the counter while the other moved to tangle itself into his hair.
He tilted his head, bringing his finger out from you, eliciting a noise from your throat. He popped his finger into his mouth and you could've sworn you could cum just to that sight alone.
"So sweet. I could just eat you up," he said, smirking as he slipped his finger back in, licking through your folds.
You died in that moment, adding a second finger, his lips circled your clit, sucking lightly. You moaned at his action, watching him. It was almost euphoric, the eye contact you two kept. You tugged lightly at his hair as he licked up your juices. He groaned, vibrating your nerves and making you moan his name.
He open-mouth kissed your pussy. "Keep making those nosies, y'sound so good," he muttered, attacking your clit with his tongue and lips, moving his fingers as he began to take them out before shoving them knuckle deep again.
You felt like he was pulling your soul out of you body, hand tugging his hair more often than not, but he loved it, groaning or growling before fucking his fingers into you harder. His fingertips caressed a spot in you which turned your eyes heavy and made you feel weak. He knew you were close, your stomach and walls were tight, your moans turned into whimpers and sighs, and you grinded against his face like a loth-cat in heat.
Anakin's last move was one you never expected and never would have in a million years. He pressed his metal fingers against the one spot inside of you, removing his mouth from your pussy. But, as soon as you thought he was just gonna teasingly edge you, you felt a tingling sensation at your clit. Was that-
"Cum for me, pretty thing, wanna see you cum on my metal hand. I know you wanna," he said, licking at you once more before you saw white, pulling him by his dirty blonde locks, his face so close to your womanhood you only saw his curious eyes as you came on his lips.
Anakin removed his fingers licking at them and cleaning off his lips. Lust was plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, the bend of your knees resting on his shoulders as he cleaned up the rest of your juices with his tongue.
"Sweetest thing in this galaxy, fuck," he muttered, closing his eyes for a second before pulling away from you, untangling your limbs from his own and pulling you off the counter. Anakin turned you around, shoving your chest against the counter. The cold surface made your nipples hard.
"Do you want this?" he asked.
"Yes, please Anakin, I need you," you whined. Okay, he had you tied around his finger now and he fucking knew it.
He hardly even took off his clothes, pulling out his length. You wish you could've seen it, knew what you were getting into before you took him straight. You had heard rumors from ladies at his favorite bar about how big he was. Sometimes you and Obi-Wan would go, equaling the time spent between you and Anakin, only for you to get mad from the mention of his name. But you never expected it to be that big. When you felt the head push against your entrance, you only slumped down and moaned.
Maker he was big, and you could feel him throbbing against your tight walls as he added more inches into you. It felt like he was in your stomach by the time he stopped, pelvis against your ass.
Grabbing your hair, he pulled you head up. You whimpered, attempting to grasp at something around your area, finding nothing and resulting to splaying your hands on the counter.
"You're so fucking tight, pretty thing. I'm surprised that it only took me kissing you to get you all shy. Always seemed like a brat to me," he whispered in your ear, slowly grinding his hips into you. You felt like puddy in his hands, taking everything he gave you, begging for him, letting him use you.
When you spoke, your words came out hoarse, "Shu- Shut up, nngh-"
As soon as the words came out, his hips pulled out before slamming down on your own. He kept you hair bundled up on his hands, keeping your head up.
"Don't back talk me, I'll fucking ruin you," he growled, "Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you love my cock in your pretty little pussy."
As he continued the teasing motion of grinding himself into you, you couldn't help it. " 'm all yours Ani, love how big your cock is, need you to fuck me so bad."
He laughed, straitening himself before taking your hands and keeping them together, pressing them down onto your back as he thrust into you shallowly. His movements made you squirm, pushing back against him.
"So needy," he groaned, smacking your ass, "Beg for it, angel."
"Please Ani, please. I need more, need you deeper Anakin."
It didn't seem to take much of any convincing before he started fucking you deep, rough thrusts that had your eyes going to the back of your head. You were completely useless, being used as a fuck toy for him. You grabbed the wrist that kept your arms pinned against your back, the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.
Anakin was in bliss, feeling your walls lightly spasm everytime he brushed your g-stop, hearing you moan his name like it was a prayer to some god. He might as well have been to you in that moment, he wanted to give you everything, watch you whimper for him. He wished this could've been softer, sweeter, but he wasn't gonna start sex over an argument and not blow off the months of steam you had caused him.
"You're never gonna lie to me again, right angel?" Anakin asked, pulling you up against by your hair.
"Y'never asked, I wasn't lying 'bout something you never asked," you managed, but you soon came to realize that he did not like that answer.
If you had thought Anakin was fucking you within an inch of your life by that time, maker was he pounding into you harder. You all but moaned louder than you've ever even talked and prayed nobody from the outside heard. Anakin had no room for talking anymore, angling his hips up and taking you so hard that you couldn't even focus on breathing correctly.
You weren't gonna last that long, not when he was pounding into your g-spot, fucking you like a ragdoll. You felt your core clench around him, stomach tightening. All you could make were whines of 'Anakin' and 'please'. And when you finally let go, you felt your soul leave your body.
"Good girl, cum around my cock, just like that," he whispered, voice all breath and rasp, feeling you release around him. He pulled out soon after, spilling his seed all over your lower back.
You stayed down, recovering from what you'd feel for days after this. His scooped up some of his cum with his index and middle finger, "Open up."
You took his two fingers into your mouth, sucking eagerly. It tasted tangy, but you didn't mind, better than him being rude and using your clothes to clean it up.
After making sure you were "clean", he simply fixed himself up, which hardly took long as he didn't really undress, put his glove back on and dressed you up. You didn't need his help, trying to push at his shoulders to let you take care of yourself, but he only shoved you back.
"Let me help you, please," he said, pressing a kiss to your hands before fixing your clothes while you gave into the attention.
He pulled you to your feet, looking down at you. Maker you were the most beautiful mess he'd ever seen. A small spot of drool patched the crease of your lips, your hair was a tangled mess, and your eyes were half-lidded. You must've been exhausted.
He only laughed, kissing your forehead sweetly, "How about we go back to the infirmary, get you a shirt and then we'll clean you up, okay?"
You nodded, holding onto his gloved hand and following him. What were you two even arguing about?
•--•
5K notes · View notes
abbysdruidess · 9 months
Text
•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•headcanons about married life with abby [w nsfw]•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
wc: 1.1k
tags: tooth rotting fluff, smut, dom!Abby, dom/sub dynamics mentioned
a/n: lmk what you guys think abt this one:)
this is kinda in the same universe along with the abby proposes to you and wedding hcs, so if you haven't you could check them out-though this one could also be read as a standalone<3
Tumblr media
ꜱꜰᴡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
❦ you guys put a lot of work into your little dreamhouse™️ and are extremely proud of it. As an out and about lesbian, Abby took up a woodworking project and built a library that fits right into the wall of your living room. Which you were extremely supporting of, because it gave you the lovely opportunity to ogle your wife in a tank top and work pants, huffing, red faced and wiping sweat from her forehead in your backyard. You set an alarm and every couple of hours you bring her some cool water or lemonade with fruit and brush some locks of hair out of her dewy face<3
❦ she's also one of these people that don't believe in bringing in a handyman to fix any faulty appliance in your household. She has a huge, neon yellow tool box stashed away somewhere(you still aren't sure exactly where) that magically reappears everytime your car won't start or the air-conditioner starts making a noise. And 90% of the time Abby gets the job done, running on pure willpower and spite alone. When she doesn't and you guys have to bring someone else to do it, she just goes "Pfft, I could have totally done that. I just didn't cause I thought I might break it.". "Of course honey", you reassure her with a kiss on the cheek. You don't have her saved in your phone with an image of Bob the Builder for nothing.
❦ you guys are over at her dad's place a lot. When you were looking for a house, you made sure to get a place near his so you could visit whenever. He has a photo of you two from the wedding in his mantlepiece making the goofiest faces imaginable and every single time you visit Abby pesters him to take it down while you shit yourself laughing in the background.
❦ also, when your step-siblings Yara and Lev join, it's absolute chaos. You guys probably end up having an impromptu food fight and flick celery sticks at each other.
❦ if you have any hobbies such as knitting/playing instruments/writing etc she's fullly behind them and will always ask you to show her your progress. She's pretty proud of it as well, and smiles a little excitedly like :D
❦ please sing to her. It doesn't matter if you haven't sang a day in your life and it sounds like tires screeching on asphalt, it calms her when her baby sings to her. Will think you have the voice of a choir of angels no matter what and it is the only thing that can effectively put her to sleep. Bonus points if you play the guitar as well.
❦ Abby is really into reading(probably why she got that library built in the first place) and has one permanently etched in her night stand. She strikes me as one of these people that is a fan of the classics and doesn't read anyone that came after Hemingway. Until for her 26th birthday someone gifts her books from like Stephen King or Alison Bechdel and initially she's hesitant but eventually they grow into her and are stationed into her Hall of Fame shelf.
❦ whenever either of you is sick, you insist to pamper and care for one another. During the winter months Abs has a cold or the flu every month or so, and you have to actually fight her to take the day off and rest.
-Baby, you burning up. If you go to work you'll just get worse.
-I'm *cough* fine. I honestly feels 10 years younger. I don't get what the big deal is.
❦ you two definitely exercise together. Either you always go to the gym together-although you're not there as often as she is. Abby exercises religiously 5 times a week and that exercise will take place with or without you, but she would be damned if she didn't love when you tagged along with her. Either you guys have set up a little home gym with some basic equipment like mats, a treadmill, these bouncy balls and a weight lifting bench. Of course, you spot her, because you will take up any offer to ogle at her putting those big, powerful guns she calls arms to work. She reciprocates by insisting to hold your thighs while you do sit ups. And she inevitably ends up squeezing them like balls of dough.
ɴꜱꜰᴡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
❦ when you first met Abby in your early 20s, you though it was natural for a woman her age to have such a heightened libido. After all, she did get around a lot for someone that looked like her. And that instict to fuck you senseless never abandons her-Abby is in a constant state of Wanting to Fuck, and is game whenever you are.
❦ Your sexcapades have included(but are not limited to): empty libraries, locker room showers, back alleys of clubs and just about any sturdy furniture in your house.
❦ she is a total beast when it comes to lovemaking, and can go anywhere from 2 hours to all night long, although most sessions end when you tap out bc you know you'll be sore tomorrow.
❦ even though everyone knows you're Mrs and Mrs from the ring on your finger, Abby wants to reassure that, by marking you as hers. Hickies, bites, anything is game. And she loves the slight sting of the scratch marks you leave her when she hops in the shower the morning after. She calls them claw marks affectionately.
❦ Loooves strapping you to positions she can utilise her muscle strength, like flatiron or missionary with her arms propped up. When you're scissoring, she wants to be the one with her legs on top, grinding her pussy into yours like it's nothing.
❦ I think Abby has this very hard dom image, and while she wants to take over during sex and feel like the one in control, she also needs to be taken care of. She works hard from day to night, and her past partners haven't been exactly accommodating to her needs. So whenever she's particularly exhausted, crawl under the covers to give her some head. Or in the shower. Or in the couch. Or under the dining table. She definitely cums fast when you suck her clit, it gets extremely sensitive and swollen while you're in between her legs.
❦ Is an occasional squirter, and also loves to make you squirt. It happened once as you were riding her face, and she just. slurped it all up. You lowkey passed out on the spot as your knees almost gave up.
❦ cuddling with her afterwards. There's still some resounding bliss in the air, as you both treasure the moment, your limbs all tangled up. You leave small kisses all over her sternum as she tightens her grip around you. If you're too exhausted, you fall asleep immediately, if not you just glance at each other through heavy lids with lovestruck eyes. You sleep like a baby and wake up feeling as refreshed as ever.
Tumblr media
send me an ask if you guys would like me to elaborate any of these<3
600 notes · View notes
babyleostuff · 9 months
Note
Heyy!! I hope ur doing fine :) can i ask an angst about mingyu or scoups falling out of love with you because they're falling in love with another idol (u being an non idol)
OUT OF LOVE | KIM MINGYU
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
☾₊ ⊹ currently playing: a thousand years by Christina Perri
summary | how does it feel knowing that the person dearest to you is falling out of love with you?
genre | angst
word count | 2k
pairing | kim mingyu x gn!reader
author's note | not going to lie, I almost cried while writing this
You knew something was wrong. 
Mingyu hadn’t been acting like himself those past weeks, but no matter how hard you tried to figure out what was going on with him, you couldn't. It’s not like you guys had a fight, everything was as usual. 
Except for the fact that you could feel something had changed in him. The weirdest part was that he didn’t want to talk to you about it, everytime you’d ask him if something was bothering him, he would deny and tell you that he’s fine. 
It worried you, because Mingyu was usually very open with his emotions with you. It was one of the rules that you’d set at the beginning of your relationship, to always tell the other if something is wrong, so you could always help each other out. But suddenly, he started to brush off every one of your concerns, reassuring you that he was fine. 
Which he was definitely not. 
You even tried to talk to his band members, but none of them saw any changes in Mingyu’s behaviour, which made you wonder if you were just overreacting and that he truly was okay. 
“Maybe we could go on a trip this weekend?” you asked, sitting down next to him. “Take the bikes and go somewhere?” 
“Sorry, but I have to be at the company this weekend,” he sent you an apologetic smile, and went back to scrolling on his phone. 
“Didn't you say that you have this weekend off, though?” You questioned. 
“Something came up, baby. It’s important, so I have to be there.” 
“Oh, okay,” you muttered, leaving him alone on the couch, not really feeling like talking to him. 
And it’s not like he was very interested in having a conversation with you either. That was what worried you so much, he was one of the most talkative people you knew, even when he was tired, he could talk his head off. But now he didn’t even bother to ask you how your day went. 
You couldn't even remember when was the last time where you’d sit together and watch a movie or even go on a walk, it was like suddenly he forgot about your presence and was focusing strictly on his work. You tried to convince yourself that the practices were draining him, and he was simply tired. 
Day by day, your anxiety got bigger and bigger, and the emotions started to drain you from your usual energy. The exhaustion and heaviness settled within you was gradually building up, threatening to blow up any second. 
“We’re going to perform this Wednesday, do you want to come and watch?”
A wave of relief washed over you, as you read the text message from Mingyu. Maybe you really were reading too much into this, and everything was fine? This simple text compelled your face to break into an uncontrollable grin, as a delightful sensation overtook you. 
Feeling excited, you immediately picked out an outfit, even if you had still four days until the performance. But with the surge of happiness that began to well up inside you, bubbling in excitement, you couldn't wait. 
When you met the next day, Mingyu still hadn’t addressed his weird behaviour, but everything seemed to go back to normal, as he was being his usual, charming self. 
“So, which songs are you going to perform?” you asked, putting your head on his shoulder. 
“Well, I can’t tell you that. It’s a secret,” he giggled, and pulled you closer by your waist. 
“I’m good at keeping secrets. Tell me,” you insisted, and tried to make the best puppy eyes you could. 
He simply chuckled and leaned in. Your lips met in a soft and tender kiss, like the delicate brush of butterfly wings. It was a slow and lingering kiss, infused with a blend of tenderness and longing. 
As it drew to an end, you parted your lips slowly, your foreheads gently touching. A soft smile graced your faces, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of your love.
“I love you,” you said, and pecked his lips once again. 
He didn’t say anything back, only patted your head gently. 
“Let’s go home, it looks like it’s going to rain.” 
At last, the day you had been looking so much forward to, came. You had done your makeup and hair, putting on the outfits you had chosen before. Happy with how everything turned out, you happily got into your car to get to the venue. 
As usual, the boys did a fantastic job with every song, and you couldn’t be more proud of all of them. You sang and danced to every song, yelling the fanchants in excitement, having the time of your life. 
You decided to surprise them, so after their stage ended, you went backstage to find the room they were staying in. As you tried to manoeuvre through the crowd, you noticed that a lot of other groups came to perform today too. As usual Chan was talking to Changbin, and you saw Woozi laughing with Hyungwon, so you knew Mingyu had to be somewhere here too. 
Finally, coming from around the corner, you noticed your boyfriend. 
But he wasn’t alone. 
He was standing with a female idol, you recognized from some of the other stages. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, not realising what was going on around them. 
Your gaze settled upon the girl, who was standing in a very close proximity to Mingyu, her focus entirely fixated on him. With a racing heart and shaking hands, you shifted your gaze to look at your boyfriend. 
There was a noticeable softness in his eyes, an unmistakable gleam that reflected his love and adoration.
That’s how he used to look at you. 
In their eyes, you sensed a profound sense of care and tenderness. There was a gentle curve to their lips, a subtle smile that played upon their face. 
And that’s when it all made sense to you. 
His distant behaviour, non existent dates, lack of physical touch, that he was so fond of. 
Your world seemed to crumble before your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, and your body freezed, as if suspended in time. The pain coursed through your veins, with an ache that resonated deep within your chest. 
The world around you blurred into a haze, your focus narrowed solely on the heartbreak that surrounded you. The sounds of laughter and conversation faded into the background, replaced by a deafening silence that amplified your pain. 
“This can’t be happening. This is just a nightmare.” 
But it wasn’t. This was the reality. 
As you struggled to make sense of your shattered reality, tears streamed down your cheeks. 
And that’s when he noticed you. 
A flicker of recognition danced across his face, mingling with an expression of sorrow. His eyes, once filled with love and adoration, now betray a tinge of sadness and guilt. With slightly slumped shoulders, his eyes darted away briefly, trying to escape your heartbroken gaze. 
He whispered something to the girl, who didn’t even look at you, simply squeezed your boyfriend’s hand and walked away. 
Your boyfriend. 
With each step he took towards you, the need to run away was getting stronger. You wanted to escape this place and never come back. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation, nostalgia, and uncertainty as he stood before you.
It was a moment that carried the weight of your shared memories - the good ones, as well as the bad ones. Your heart skipped a beat with uncertainty about what you were going to hear next. 
“I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to find it out like this,” he said, with a true and genuine sincerity in his eyes. Even now, you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him. You felt numb, the silent tears still rolling down your cheeks. 
“I will explain everything at home. Just wait a few minutes,” he uttered, and left you alone in the corridor. 
Home. 
What will happen now? Is this really over? Just like that? 
Your mind was still racing a hundred miles per hour, as you drove back to your apartment, where you were supposed to meet with Mingyu. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel any anger, just a deep sense of sadness and resignation, as if your mind didn’t completely let you understand what had just happened. Just a few minutes after you entered your apartment, Mingyu walked in. 
“I will explain everything to you. Please, just listen to me,” you didn’t say anything, you didn’t even bother to look at him. With a blank stare and hunched shoulders you sat down, getting ready for whatever you were about to hear. 
“I met her a couple of months ago. We were doing collaborations with other idols for some content and we hit it off right away,” he paused for a second and looked at you  to see if you were listening. 
“At first everything was strictly platonic, we met a couple of times for coffee, just as friends. But then, it turned out that our comebacks were at the same time, so we spent quite a lot of time backstage and hanging out.” 
“Then something changed,” you whispered, with a broken voice. 
“Yes,” he said quietly. “I never planned for it to end up like this. But…” He hesitated, as if his next words were going to hurt you the most. “During our last tour I noticed something. We started to grow apart. Day by day, I could feel you slowly disappearing from my heart, no matter how much we talked over the phone or texted,” he admitted with a broken expression. 
“We spent so much time apart, that each of us started to learn how to live by ourselves. And when I came back, we both were so busy with our jobs that we rarely saw each other, sometimes I even had to remind myself how your voice sounded,” he said, as a single tear rolled down his cheek. 
You had to suppress the urge to come up to him, wipe it away, hug him and never let go. But you knew that it was impossible now. 
You’ll never get to do that again. 
“That’s when I realised that… That I started to fall out of love with you,” he sniffled, and hid his head in his arms, as his shoulders started to shake in a silent cry. 
Amidst the soft glow of dimmed lights, you stood up to comfort the person who once held your heart in his hands. In that moment, you discovered a surge of strength within yourself—a strength that allowed you to offer comfort and understanding, despite the pain he caused you. 
As you stood before him, his vulnerability laid bare, you found compassion stirring within your own heart. Your gaze softened, and a tender understanding passed between you. 
“I just need you to know that I never cheated on you. No matter what, I would never cheat on you,” he cried and wrapped his arms around you. 
Your bodies, heavy with the burden of sorrow, gravitated toward each other, seeking solace in the arms of another. The touch was delicate yet filled with a profound sense of tenderness and as you held each other, tears flowed freely, expressing the heaviness of your pain. 
“Say something. Please,” he whispered into your neck. 
A bittersweet smile graced your face, knowing that it would be the last time you’d hold him like this. Your hands trembled slightly, betraying the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you, yet they remained steadfast in their resolve to savour that last moment of connection.
As your bodies drew closer, the space between you narrowed, until finally, they meld together in an embrace that held a lifetime of shared experiences, joys, and sorrows. 
“I love you Mingyu. I always will,” you could feel your heart breaking. 
Your embrace lingered, as if you wished to freeze this moment, to capture the essence of your connection before you part ways. 
As you reluctantly parted, your eyes met once more, now filled with a profound mixture of gratitude, sorrow, and acceptance. You hold each other's gaze, etching this final image deep within your hearts, knowing that this farewell is both a painful ending and a necessary step towards healing and growth.
“I love you too,” he whispered.
707 notes · View notes
nightskyslayer2 · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Aemond and Aegon distracting their lovely little sister due to her fear of sleeping alone during stormy nights.
Aegon x younger!sister!reader x Aemond SMUT
Still not sure about the warning labels but read at own risk- potential tr!ggers are given xxx
It was a stormy night in kingslanding, the fireplace and the moon were the only source that lit up the youngest targaryens chambers. The young princess laid on the bed reading a randomly chosen book her mother once gifted her. Her older brother Aegon casually laid next to her, lazily playing with her smooth white hair. Aemond, the second born brother, seated himself on an armchair of hers near the fireplace, staring into it and watching the dancing flames while listening to the soft voice of his sister reading to them.
The two brothers always were with her when it was storming - keeping her mind occupied and helping their younger sibling relax and sleep while outside was happening pure chaos. Ever since she was little this type of weather at night made her feel anxious and scared. But her brothers always were there for her, even at times they couldn’t quite stand each other.
After a while of reading y/n turned herself onto her back, making Aegon sigh and frown as she now destroyed his artwork of a braid. “I’m so bored…” the princess whined and Aemond just chuckled from afar. “You should get some rest then sister, it’s far too late by now anyways…” the girl hesitantly looked outside the window, for a moment she forgot about the storm. But there were still trees bending and twicks flying around with cold pouring rain and fog all over the kingdom.
Aegon sensed the concern on her face and ruffled himself up, slightly crawling towards his sister on his elbows and trapping the younger princess beneath him. Before she could question anything the oldest brother placed quick and wet kisses all over her face. The action made y/n giggle and try to roll over but Aegon held her tight in place showering her with thousands of kisses. If she was being brutally honest with herself she wouldn’t even want to push her brother away. Every time his lips ever so quickly met hers - then going somewhere else again - her heart secretly skipped a beat. “Aegoooonnn…” she continued to fight him, both laughing now and wrestling on the bed.
Aemond on the other hand, still seated a few meters away from them, just side eyed his siblings with a low “hmm” sound coming from his throat. He hated himself for being not as extroverted and confident as his brother. Oh what he’d give to be in Aegons place right now. He got so jealous whenever the oldest prince picked their little sister up and twirled her around, ever so often stealing kisses from her when no one was looking. And everytime he wishes to touch her too but he couldn’t bring himself to. He was always super respectful and also kind of shy with y/n. So all he could do was pretend- he simply imagined it was him, still a bit annoyed of his brothers actions but rather happy Aegon managed to make their sister forget about the storm and make her laugh.
Aegon eventually came to an end of y/ns torture and laid down next to her again, trying to catch his breath from laughing so much. Y/n then turned her head, wanting too see what Aemond was up to, nearly falling off her bed as she looked at him upside down. The one eyed prince looked angelic with the fire warmly colouring his features, as beautiful and graceful just like an oil painting- even upside down. Perhaps she should try and paint her brother some day she thought. The prince couldn’t help but smile at his goofy little sister. Her hair touching the wooden floor and her face blood shot red due to her playful position.
“Done, you two?” He chuckled once again as he stood up from his chair and made his way towards them. Y/n turned herself upright again and Aegon prepped himself onto his side with one smooth movement so he could look at his brother, who was now standing in front of them, too.
Aemond looked down at their little sister, hand carefully reaching for her chin. She looked so incredibly cute and submissive while looking up at him. “Time for bed, no, love?” Aemonds comment and nickname made Y/n smile, still slightly blushing at her brothers gentle touch on her.
This was Aegons signal for getting up and taking off his leftover clothes as y/n slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed, knowing exactly what she got to do now. She loved that her brothers and her had this bedtime routine. Even tho they didn’t do it as often as when they were little and it had changed a bit as they grew older- by far not being clueless innocent actions anymore - it still made her feel safe and loved just like back then.
Aemond knelt down in front of his sister, gently helping her out of her underskirt while looking into her shiny lilac orbs. His delicate fingertips were brushing over her bare thighs and legs and she giggled as she slightly bounced on the bed so her he could remove the skirt properly. The one eyed prince looked up at her in adoration again and when her cold hands reached behind his head to remove the eyepatch he smiled and his eye closed in the most comforting way. He placed his big hands onto her thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze to show his affection towards her and to steady himself. Even tho y/n has been intimate with her brothers before, touches like this - especially from Aemond - made her incredibly nervous. Nevertheless the white haired girl placed the leather patch onto the floor next to him and caressed her brothers cheek softly. She traced the scar of his ever so slightly and kissed it gently, making him blush and look down before he got to get up again and get undressed too.
Aegon, who was fully naked now, walked up to his now standing sister and hugged her from behind. He kissed her shoulder as his hands found their way to her back, fingers slowly opening the laces of her corset. He helped her to get out of the last clothing item and sighed into her neck. The hot breath of the oldest brother giving her goosebumps all over her body. Aegon reached for his sisters face from behind and turned her gently by her jaw, eyes meeting hers for a few seconds before eating her naked form up without any shame. “The most beautiful of all” he praised whilst his cock hardened at the sight of his sister. Aemond was taking a quick glimpse too before Aegon smirked to himself and went to choose a rather revealing nightgown for y/n to wear. It was quite sheer and tight but what else did she expect from her oldest brother.
After changing Y/n sat herself at her vanity wanting to brush her hair but Aemond was faster than her. He stood behind her, smiling at her reflection as he brushed strands of hair out of her face with his tender fingers. He then started brushing her long white hair, so similar to his, yet hers so much more shiny and healthy. He didn’t want to hurt her, super gently trying to fix the mess Aegon had caused earlier with his so called “braid”. Aemond took his time and smiled when y/n closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the affection he was giving her.
Aegon was already under the covers when they finished their hair combing session. The oldest was smiling like an idiot when y/n turned her head and he finally saw her face again. The thought of holding his sister close and in his arms any minute went through his mind and body, making his cock under the blanket twitch in excitement. Y/n beamed her older brother a white smile back, not being able to contain a straight facial expression when she saw his big excited eyes and wide grin. She bit her lip unconsciously and climbed onto the bed right next to Aegon. The princess snuggled herself against his chest and he laughed warmly whilst looking down at her sleepy state. “You tired yet princess?…” he carefully ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her head as in making sure she was okay. Y/n then finally looked up at him, face red of embarrassment because Aegon was referring to the last time it had stormed so heavily. His fingers traced down her throat, hand gently resting around it as he pulled her into a quick warm kiss. Y/n melted completely into it but then remembered she wasn’t alone with Aegon tonight. She sat herself up and looked back at a rather shy Aemond. He was probably thinking about the last time too.
A few moons ago Kingslanding experienced one of it’s worst storms ever, her brothers of course, as always, were with her that night. But, oh lord, that night the three of them didn’t end up peacefully sleeping and cuddling with each other. Oh no, the siblings ended up unintentionally intimate with each other. Sure, Y/n had been kissing and making out with Aegon before and sometimes, when she was brave enough, she had kissed Aemond for their bedtime ritual too. But that night? That night both brothers taught their sister a few new things to distract her from the chaos outside. Both ended up taking their sisters maidenhood in secret not too long ago.
Y/n looked at the one eyed prince, her hand reaching out for him, wanting her other brother to join them in bed. Aemond smiled and - still a bit nervous - took his place next to her under the covers. Y/n then turned and placed her head onto Aemonds chest, her arm lazily hanging over his torso. His body was so warm, the younger sister could feel herself relax and calm down at instant. Y/n could hear Aemonds racing heart beat and grinned into his firm chest as she wiggled herself against her other brother in order to gain more comfort. This caused Aegon to snuggled up behind her, spooning her and placing scattered kisses wherever he could reach.
After a few minutes of resting Y/n slightly gasped as she felt the tip of Aegons cock sliding slyly along her wet folds. The oldest sighed into her neck as he slowly pushed himself into his little sister. Y/n firmly gripped onto Aemonds torso and moaned out loud at the feeling of Aegon stretching her. The younger prince gently took ahold of her face as he caressed her cheek in a praising manner. “You’re doing so well y/n…” he whispered as he pushed down a bit of his blanket with his free hand. “You want to touch it?” he asked as he revealed his tall standing and precum leaking cock to her. The princess bit her lip, Aegon now fully rocking against her with his face buried in the crook of her neck. She reached for Aemonds cock and as soon as her fingers brushed along his shaft he pushed two of his long fingers inside of her mouth. Her muffled moans got Aegon to fasten his pace, now pounding into his sister with his hand cupping her breast. Aemonds breathing got shaky and uneven when his sister started to suck on his fingers, almost finishing when she started to fist his needy cock. Aegon was desperately trying to pull himself closer to her, trying to fuck her deeper and faster. His moans and growls got so intense, he started to bite and mark y/ns necks to quiet himself down.
Aemonds fingers slid out of his sisters mouth, leaving a trail of salvia running down her chin as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Please Aegon…”. He fucked her like an animal against their brother, her hand movements on Aemonds shaft getting sloppier and slower as she finally reached her high and Aegon spilled his seed into her. Aemond watched his siblings in pure bliss, his mouth open in fascination and arousal while now stroking himself to the scene. Though it didn’t take long for y/n to shift and get herself on all fours in front of him. Her glowing face quickly looking up at him for approval before spitting on his red swollen tip, fiddling with his balls. Aemond gripped the bed linen in shock, not expecting it to feel that good. “Goddamn y/n…” she kitten licked the tip and then swallowed his whole cock. Aemond squeezed his eyes shut, the hand which was fisting the sheets now in his sisters hair.
Aegon deeply chuckled at that sight and sat up too, y/ns ass on full display to him. He smirked when he saw his cum leaking out of his sisters opening, it was running down her inner thigh too. He collected some of it, slowly gliding up his fingers up her soft thigh and shoved the cum right back into her. Y/n choked on Aemonds cock when she felt Aegons fingers curling in her cunt. “You’re such a good girl for us y/n…” Aegon kissed her spine and fingered her while watching her deep throating their brother.
Aemond constantly pushed her head back down, not being able to contain himself anymore. His need for release was overtaking his once rather shy behaviour towards her. He was in fact sure he had never seen a more attractive and beautiful thing in his life. He probably would feel guilty afterwards but for now all he wanted is his cum down his sisters throat.
That the storm had already set down and even ended hours ago nobody had a clue of- but neither of them cared anyways.
2K notes · View notes
fuoon · 1 year
Text
them in a soulmate au rezef hill, jeremy agriche wolf keum & chung myung
Tumblr media
REZEF
TASTING WHAT YOUR SOULMATE IS EATING
being a peasant in this world had left your life to be a seemingly endless cycle of cravings for delicacies you'd never taste and occasional juicy gossip on a life you'd never have, along with other normal duties. Hope for a break in the seemingly endlessly dull life soon appeared, rather unexpectedly when you were invited into the castle as a maid.
foods such as stews were often tasted in his mouth, took no genius to know that his soulmate was a peasant. Even if you were a noble it would've been hard to find out who you were. But as a peasant, as his soulmate, as a single person in the midst of thousands you were practically impossible to find.
JEREMY
SOMETIMES HEARING THEIR THOUGHTS
it was strange really occasionally hearing things like "kill kill kill" "die die die" or "i hate that bastard", others being to graphic to be put here etc. In all honesty you thought that your soulmate was probably a mass murder or a deranged killer, with a really strange family. Probably both. Definitely both?
when jeremy first heard your thoughts, he merely passed it off as a 'im hallucinating' and paid no mind to it. He decided to bring up this "predicament" to his dear ol' sis Roxana. In all honesty though, it really just slipped out of his mouth, and Roxana kinda just sat there like tf... Anyways she felt kinda bad for you, but also felt sort off curious to know what goes on in her brother's head.
WOLF (Seongje)
FLOWERS POP UP IN PLACES WHERE YOUR SOULMATE GOT HURT
the first time this happened your soulmate got decked in the face. In all honesty it was not a fun first experience, as you remembered clearly dreading what life on wards would be. As of now every week you'd have flowers blooming all over your skin. Your past self would have attempted to hide them, but your present self decided to embrace them. Concern also had arisen overtime towards the nature of your soulmate, friends and family encouraging you to learn self defence because "extra precaution y'know". Though one thing is for sure, you won't stop getting 'decorated' in a while.
concern would pop everytime he saw the the bright petals adorn his skin, probably thinks that the flowers are growing on him. Although as his younger self he'd never thought of soulmates until he realized he had one. Unlike your way of finding out (via. him getting punched), he learned through... less violent means (you tripping over a pebble maybe?). Some may have observed that he has become a little bit more conscious of where his opponent is going to strike next. Perhaps a little pity for the one connected to him?
CHUNG MYUNG (Cheongmyeong)
TIMER FOR WHEN YOU FIRST MEET
you both met in his first life at the mount hua sect, a little later after he had joined the sect here you came. in this past, cheongmun would always tease the two of you, always popping up in random places when you're both alone together. --it was truly an honor to fight side by side. All time stopped and it felt as if his heart would stop beating there and there. seeing that evil being holding the severed head of his beloved, he felt every surge of anger and pain washing in and out of him with each breathe. Cheongmyeong swore that your death would not be in vain
second life was something you thought you'd never experience. you'd remember the day you died, watching as your friends or rather family was cut down one by one falling like mere flies at the hands of a much stronger being. in your final moments you'd hope for another chance as your head was loped off from the shoulders it sits upon. somewhere you recall you heard a clock reset then resume its steady ticking
Tumblr media
navigation
(added chung myung bcus i was to lazy to make another post)
572 notes · View notes
leclercsfilm · 8 months
Text
but i'll know, i'll know
this is all fanfiction, all fake!!! no hate towards charlotte or alexandra (if that's her name idk). this is purely for fun and please don't be rude to me or insult me. thank you. <333 also, i checked grammar so i think it's fine? word count: 873 (i can't write more ig)
summary: because of your friendship with charles, his significant other wants you out of his life. (angst)
charles leclerc x female!reader
Tumblr media
another bad race for ferrari. charles crushed into a wall and carlos got a penalty. you watch the race on your phone, hopping to see charles while he is exiting the car. it hurts not being there for him in times like this but you know he is in a good hands.
maybe you are blaming on your little 'something different' that you feel towards him, but you feel your eyes filling with tears. ever since his new relationship, you had mixed feelings on both of them. he started calling less, and every time you see each other, his girlfriend made sure that the meeting lasts only couple of minutes.
you are still in touch with arthur, your other friend you made while watching your brother go karting with charles. you were all pretty close until you weren't. that's how it is supposed to be.
charles new girlfriend saw you as a threat, and you understand her. insecure with you along side him (even if you only see each other on races or on a reunions), or media attention and their stupid tabloids.
since age 10, this is all you knew. it hurts you that you can't be part of this.
you had a slight crush on charles when you first met, but that feeling got lost somewhere until he broke up with the previous girlfriend.
he was a mess, and you were his comfort. not only you, but there was pierre, lando, arthur, carlos, isa, kika.... everybody was there for him.
he accidentally kissed you, and he apologized 330430 times for that. but that woke up something in you. since then you were always confused around him, trying  not to blush or to be awkward enough for him to notice.
he did. he did notice. and when his girl said that he should stay away from you, he realized that it was probably for the best. he was also confused, but he had her by his side. he needs to be with her and devote his mind and soul to his girlfriend, not to wonder and question the situation with you. this was an easy way out.
you got up and started to look for something to eat. it was a mess of a day and you need to refresh yourself with something. distracting yourself.
while making food, you realize that the sun is not out anymore and that it is 8 p.m. you got your laptop and started to look up for netflix. just when you were trying to find where you left on 'friends' your phone started ringing.
without looking at it, you just picked it up.
'hallo?'
'y/n?'- a famous voice just started breathing into the phone
'charles? is everything alright?' - mutter while praying to God above that everything is fine
'yeah.... i just wanted to hear you for a bit...' - he sounded tired
'sure.. um, what now?' - confused as always, you said the first thing that came to your mind
'did you watched the race? it was pretty shit to be honest. im still shaking a little bit.'
'yes i watched it. sure it was a rough day for you'- you said while looking at the netflix which is infornt of you. you can't even calm yourself down.
'where is....she? is she with you? is there arthur or someone who can be with you?'
'no.... no really. im in bathroom. i had to escape somehow. arthur is waiting for me to get out. she was not even here. we had a fight last week.' - he sounded defeated. with his sigh, the silence got her way.
'im sorry to hear it charles. have you been drinking?' - you were worried about him, you think it never stopped.
'a little bit, yes. but im fine.'
'why are you calling me charles?' - you added
'i don't know why everytime im tipsy or drunk, i think of you. im sorry i couldn't defend you. i still think of our childhood, im sorry for throwing it away... i got scared, i got confused.. it was easier to run....'
charles cried, choking on his tears. your eyes watered as well, and you had to take a deep breath to hold back from crying out loud.
'you know... sometimes...no,no... almost always i have memories overwhelming me. it hurts so bad because you where always in every segment of my childhood, part of it. you were asking too much of me. i can't forget you...' - you cried out, while you wipe your tears.
'im sorry y/n. im so sorry. i don't know what i feel towards you. it not just friendship. i think we could be more. but we can't... and you know it. maybe this is just a process of healing... of forgetting.' - he tired to be collected. he really did. he needed to find a reason.
'well... it was nice to hear you charles. take care of yourself. don't be harsh to yourself..' - with that, you ended the call.
closing your laptop, you finally let emotions to control you. you finally let out frustrations and your tears. your memories with him no one can change or make disappear. you'll always know and remember him, but you'll never know what you two could be.
well, this was painful for me to read, im so sorry. i wish i was better. :( please, remember that english is not my first language and that i've created this account to fix my mistakes and my grammar. please do not insult me and make fun of me. love you <3
310 notes · View notes
jkloserdazai · 3 months
Text
𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛. . .☕
❄𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐓. 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙❄
so you're running late,
──and it's not even like you
you were doing so well..
+.。.:✽・゚𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, frou frou, guy sigsworth 。˚ ⋆
𝐓𝐖: snow ball fights, light kissing, just fluff, reader is a stylish winter person, getting sick, christmas movies, tom hating having his hair down,
Tumblr media
tom kaulitz , who would love the winter holidays with you. looking at a new wardrobe take over you from the furr boots, and the different colored ushanka you'd place on your head. the coat being one of your or one of his either or you'd look so pretty. he'd love how you'd push to style him as well and he'd take it. matching with you half of the time it's like you two were eachothers half. his gloved hands holding onto yours as the two of you would walk onto the heavy snow as more snow would fall onto the both of you, melting as it would touch the fabric.
tom kaulitz , who loved playing in the snow with you. his laughs having a nice ring in your ears each time he'd throw a snow ball your way, and when he'd get hit with your own. spending time with you is was really made winter winter. his foot steps would go as fast as they could everytime he'd mess up the snowman you'd make. "..tom! what the hell—" laughing along with him as you'd stand up chasing him around the same pace he'd run away from you, almost tripping along his pants that got caught under his shoe.
tom kaulitz , who would have the biggest sneezing fit moving his way back inside with you. his beanie filled with snow and his hat hanging in for dear life. he was so stupid sometimes, wasn't your fault he messed up your masterpeice. shivering as he would sit down allowing you to take the bit of snow off of the clothing he kept on, disgarding the layers of warmth somewhere onto the floor. the tips of his fingers and his knuckles would be red and almost freezing. "here tom," handing him a warm mug of tea placing a bowl of sancocho on the table next to him. "you aren't taking my hair down," "tom stop being such a baby." only scoffing you didn't want him to run around, sitting on his lap as you would take his hat and beanie off putting the twist tie away running your fingers through his locked hair.
tom kaulitz , that would keep one arm around you, comfortable clothing already put on you as he'd keep you held tight with the movie playing in the backround. "open," the warm spoon hit his tounge as the soup would give him a nice sensational feeling. he found it delisious, enjoying the corn and potatoes replaced as stewed beef and chicken. your bodies warming eachother up as your lips would even warm his heart when they'd come in contact with both sides of his cheeks and the tip of his cold and red nose. "stop— you'll get sick!" "so?" a smile gave light to your face, your kisses become more frequent when his fingers would tighten around the handle of the mug.
𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓
Tumblr media
.。.:✽tagging: @tokio-motel @iheartheoustiders @evieskiesss
sancocho: a hispanic dish popular in puerto rico which consists of stewed beef, chicken, corn, yam, spinach, and potatoes along with much more
mind you, readers gender can be any gender in this fic
118 notes · View notes
ch4nb4ng · 1 year
Text
Over the Eight seas: Hyunjin
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader
Word Count: 7.1k (yeah i kinda got carried away...)
Genre: enemies to lovers
Note: Ok idk how this is gonna go... feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3 I am going to make this into a series tbh.. we will see @j-0ne25 here u go !!
Summary: You’re the head lifeguard, and he’s the cocky subordinate that does everything he can to make sure you know who’s really the boss: yes, everything.
Over the 8 seas masterlist
Being a lifeguard was a long time dream of yours from childhood. The beach was somewhere you grew up, holding many special and fond memories. It’s how you got to where you are now, head of the Bondi beach lifeguard association. Being in charge of one of the most famous beaches in the world was not an easy task. It involved hiring, training, firing and just maintaining lifeguard reputation and overall quality. It wasn't an easy job, nevertheless, you were grateful that you could be by the sea; that’s all that mattered to you.
You had your fair share of different lifeguards. The sweet ones who were very professional, sweet ones who had no idea, the average ones, and then the ones that were just plain arrogant, knew they were good at the job and just flaunted it. He was one of them. Always prancing around half naked ‘accidentally’ forgetting/misplacing his yellow shirt. He was incorrigible, but he was the best lifeguard at Bondi, apart from you ofc course. Hyunjin was a menace, and learning how to manage him might be your greatest task of all.
You had your fair share of different lifeguards. The sweet ones who were very professional, sweet ones who had no idea, the average ones, and then the ones that were just plain arrogant, knew they were good at the job and just flaunted it. He was one of them. Always prancing around half naked ‘accidentally’ forgetting/misplacing his yellow shirt. He was incorrigible, but he was the best lifeguard at Bondi, apart from you ofc course. Hyunjin was a menace, and learning how to manage him might be your greatest task of all.
***
The sea was choppy on a windy day like today, typical of a March weekend. Guards were on high alert, and the space between the two flags was very small, meaning that there wasn’t much safe area to swim in. Nonetheless, you sat happy in the watch chair, enjoying the way nature was such an independent, powerful body of its own.
“Y/n, good morning,” Chan smiled, taking a seat next to you, “how are you today?”
“Pretty good Chan, it’s nice to have you back.”
“Yes,” he chuckled, “time off is always good, but I can’t lie and say I didn’t miss it.”
That brought a rather large smile to your face. It was nice to hear that others shared the same passion for the ocean like yourself. Chan was one of the more senior lifeguards, having the most experience apart from yourself. Growing up a swimmer, it became advantageous during water emergencies, especially when things needed to be done quickly.
“That’s always good to hear, anything to report for today?”
“Nothing apart from the girl Hyunjin that was shoving her tongue down his throat in reciprocation to his tongue down her throat when I walked in this morning.”
An egregious eye roll followed after that. This was not the first time this had occurred. It was probably like the 20th time to be honest. Hyunjin liked to have fun, there wasn't a problem with that, you all did off duty, but it was the fact that he would bring them to work. You weren’t sure why, but everytime it made your blood boil. It definitely wasn't jealousy; no that couldn’t be it.
“If you have something to say, you are more than welcome to say it to my face rather than eye rolling behind my back.”
Ignoring his smartass comment you placed the binoculars over your eyes, refusing to even look in his direction. Chan suddenly felt awkward, realising he was about to be in the middle of a cat fight. Yep. There was a nickname for the interactions between you and Hyunjin. It was a scary day when the two of you were on duty together. You did everything you could in your power to work the least amount of time with him. It was just the nature of your relationship.
The rivalry began as soon as he stepped foot onto Bondi. He was the only lifeguard that could actually challenge you ability wise, knowledge wise, in every facet. He was confident, way too confident in your opinion, so when he got promoted to assistant manager you were still the same level, things just turned nasty. Hyunjin’s arrogance was tuned up all the way. Then you got promoted to head of association, and things just got worse. Though you felt no need to gloat, Hyunjin did everything in his power to undermine you, highlight that you were incorrectly promoted; he became a mega asshole. And you would rather drag your bare ass across a concrete road than spend more than five minutes with him.
“What do you want Hyunjin?”
“You wish I came here to talk to you, you’re so obsessed with me. I actually came to talk to my buddy Chan about last night.”
“Jesus Hyunjin, I already saw tongue wrestling her, no need to gloat that you’re getting your dick wet around here.”
“No but dude,” he replied, hitting Chan on the chest to make sure he got his attention, “she was like a freak, she went into a handstand as I went down on her, so flexible, doing cartwheels and shit completely naked.”
Your jaw clenched at hearing Hyunjin’s preposterous claims. Yes, it had been a while since you got some action yourself, so yes, it was kind of making you jealous, but it definitely had nothing to do with the idea of it being Hyunjin. Definitely not.
“Wow dude, that's crazy.” Chan nudged him smiling, almost forgetting that you were still next to him. He nudged him with his elbow, eyeing you before whispering to Hyunjin , “Maybe we should continue this convo at another time.”
“Why,” he scoffed, “are you worried about me hurting y/n’s feelings?”
This made you put your binoculars down, shooting daggers his way. Even though he got under your skin, continuously and consistently, it was usually easy to just ignore it. But the idea of him thinking that you're obsessed; it was just not something that you could just not let happen. The last thing you needed was rumors.
“For fucks sake Hyunjin,” you huffed, “can we just have one day where you spare us the details of your sex escapdes. First of all it’s just a massive HR violation and genuinely no one wants to hear it.”
He said nothing, instead, just laughing at your outburst.
“Aw y/n, y/n, it’s okay, not all of us can have mind-blowing sex regularly,” he paused, walking closer you and whispering into your ear, making sure Chan couldn’t hear. His lips brushed against the cartilage. A shiver running down your neck as he spoke.
 “I bet you’d be screaming my name if I had my way with you.”
Your breath caught in your throat, you were speechless, unable to speak as he walked away. It took you a solid two minutes to shake your head, stand up and leave, and head to the tea room to grab some water. You weren’t sure why, but as you took a sip of the icey beverage, you could still feel the weight of his words. Yes, Hyunjin was a douche and made sexual remarks numerous times, but never were directly about you. It was hard to admit, but there was a dull ache between your legs at this very moment. However, the fact that it was comments from what you classified to be the most repulsive man on earth was making you sick. You chugged the water down in one go, running to the bathroom and splashing your face. You definitely needed that. 
It wasn’t a long time of peace however, because your radio was on, and you could hear your name over the gentle static.
“Y/n, we’ve got a code T63.621A. Young girl stung by a jellyfish, parent is with them in the water. All on-duty units please grab the boat and head out to sea, girl is struggling to swim, over.”
“Copy that, Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin, meet me at the shed to get the boat and let’s head to them, over.”
“Copy that.”
The three responded individually, meeting you at said shed. When it came to the beach and saving civilians, your issues with Hyunjin had to be put aside, and whether you wanted to admit it or not, he was a great lifeguard. It took a multiple person effort to lift the boat out and into the water.
“Update on the location? Over.”
“Y/n,” Felix replied, " must have been from the tower, “next to the south-west buoy 45 meters out. Be careful, the radar is showing for large volumes of blue bottles today, over.”
“No worries, I will keep you updated as much as possible.”
Chan turned the boat into gear, racing it out as fast as possible. It was somewhat hard to see, but the closer you got, the easier it was to see that the situation, while needed to be dealt with, was not an emergency.
“Hello, how are you today?”
The mother was responsive, helping herself and Chan grab her daughter and put her into the boat. The mother soon followed, resulting in a successful pickup of two civilians. Hyunjin hurried over to the child, giving her a small smile before asking for her name.
“Wow,” he gasped, patting her head, “that’s such a nice name.”
“Thank you,” she giggled, “what’s your name?”
“My name is Hyunjin, but you can call me Hyune, like the food.”
Her smile was greater than before, and you couldn’t help but follow yourself. You had no idea how good he was with kids, but he didn’t need to know that, knowing the compliment would go straight to his brain.
It was a short trip. Once you had arrived back to land, you got back on your radio to notify others that it had been sorted. 
“Attention, rescue was successful, Chan and Seungmin will return the equipment and Hyunjin and I will follow up and see if we can request a 907N, over.”
Hyunjin kneeled down to the little girl's height, that beautiful smile, wait beautiful, get ahold of yourself, still across his lips as he spoke to her again.
“Ok, so could you please point to me where it hurts.” 
The rescuing was the quick part, and there wasn't much time to determine on the boat especially since it was such a short distance out. She said nothing, tiny index finger pointing at her leg. You could see the bright red hue the sting the blue bottle had left behind. 
“Well we shouldn’t get you to walk on that, shall we?”
In one swift motion, Hyunjin lifted the little girl, carrying her bridal style to the first aid room. You couldn't help but stare at so many things. The patience he had for the child, how kind he was with children, the way his arms subtlety flexed while carrying her. The way he was making her laugh too. It was hard to not be distracted. 
The mother followed, closing the door behind her as Hyunjin closely inspected the sting. He analyzed it with much interest, making sure that it was not life threatening or just overall too serious. Your diverted attention made you completely forget how you treat a fresh sting. 
“Okay so, the first thing we like to do is apply pressure to it.”
On his knees to remain eye level with the child, Hyunjin lifted his arms above his head, out of all things he chose to use to apply said pressure was his yellow lifesaving shirt. Fuck, the other ways you could have him like this. It was so obnoxious, but you had to suppress the gasp that gurgled in your throat. God his body was fucking hot. So toned, so defined. He had such a lean, yet such a muscular torso. You could have sworn you saw Hyunjin smirk, him noticing your taking to his torso, but he knew better than to tease you while doing his job.
“Y/n, did you want to have a look at it before I apply some pressure?”
You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head to snap back into it before giving him a small “yes” and  kneeling down next to him. Hyunjin’s presence was as close as you have ever been before.The two of you all of a sudden were very near, faces separated by inches as you inspected the wound. He leaned in even closer before, ‘accidentally’ brushing your ear again before asking, “what do you think captain?”
The faint part of his breath lingering on your ear, and if you knew better, he was probably trying to set you off, and although you didn’t want to admit it, you knew that it was working.
“Okay so, it’s a pretty minor sting.” 
You stood up, running away from the nightmare that is being attracted to Hyunjin to speak candidly with the mother of the little victim.
“I would just monitor it for the next couple of days. If it gets worse at a rapid rate, head straight to the emergency at your nearest hospital, but-”
“It’s very rare for that to happen, we’ve never seen it here before.”
And he was back. The cocky, arrogant, overbearing lifegard you knew him for. The fact that he interrupted you made your blood boil. Here he was again, trying to undermine you because he simply thought he was too good for you, too good for everyone that works at Bondi beach.
“Yes,” you looked at him, shooting another dazzling death glare, “Hyunjin will get that bandaged up for you and then you guys should be good to go.”
“Ah ok thank you,” the mother replied, nodding as you exited and headed up to the communal lifeguard showers. You were not really wet, and yes the showers were to rinse off the salt water, but maybe a hot shower would help you rid yourself of the array of confusing emotions you were feeling. Stripping down to your bikinis, you closed the door to your stall, and let the steaming water pour over your body. A deep groan of bliss escaped your lips as the liquid hit your back, allowing you to self-reflect on how to remain calm. Today was just an off day, nothing else. I mean, if you’re attracted to Hyunjin, maybe it's a sign that you need to redownload tinder, get someone to jump your bones, and then come back to peace, again.
It didn’t take long, however, to be interrupted once again, hearing a phone call out in the hallway.
“Yeah, no Chan, it was chill, and y/n’s fine I think, she doesn’t seem off to me, does she seem off to you?”
You turned the water slightly lower, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“Dude, I don’t like y/n, she gets on my nerves so bad, will you stop trying to be a wingman all the time and focus on your own love life?” The chuckle that followed was a nervous one, anyone could hear that.
You were about to lose it, turning the lock on the stall before you heard the voice getting closer. Covering your mouth, you turned it off, able to hear the slight textured sound of him dropping his duffle bag discarding his clothes, hopping into the stall next to you.
“Chan I’m telling you, she is the most irritating person I have ever met.”
That’s it. You barged out of your stall, aggressively knocking on his before banging on his. He opened with a confused expression, quickly followed by a smirk, like he already knew he had been caught. Seeing you in a drenched state, he put his phone into his bag, wanting to avoid any water damage for the outburst he was about to unwillingly observe.
“Oh y/n, what a pleasant surprise, you look good.” A slight hint of heat could be felt in your cheeks at his dirty compliment.
“Do you always talk behind the back of your coworkers, or is it just me?”
You shut the door behind you, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea. The only response he had was to chuckle. He stood there, swimming shorts only, turning around and letting the water splash his face, trickling down his, now that you’re looking straight at it, very wide and toned back. You watched each intricate movement from behind, admiring the way each finger tip ran through each strand of now damp hair. Every impulsive thought was telling you to touch it, feel the darkened locks against your fingertips: but you knew better. One thing would lead to another, and the last place you wanted it to be was right here in this very stall.
“Definitely just you.”
He turned back around, leaving you hung up against the door, a large factor that was accounting for the lack of distance between the two of you. Silence filled the room as you waited for him to reignite another conversation. Your breathing was shallow, and you knew that if he came closer, you were going to be in trouble.
“You know what Y/n? I have to ask you something.”
He lifted an arm, placing it on the door, equivalent to your eye-level.. He looked down on you, almost like he was checking you out yet simultaneously wanting to intimidate you.
“Don’t you ever get sick of this?”
“Sick of what?” You were genuinely confused as to what he meant, scoffing a little too loud.
“The hatred, if you could even call it that, for me?”
You scoffed in response, again. You knew what he was trying to imply, but he was so far off. It was hatred. How could it be anything else?
“It’s definitely hatred, don’t get that wrong. I hate you, you hate me, we ignore each other and only interact when necessary.”
“Then why aren’t you moving away from me?”
His body followed his hand, hips almost pressing up against yours. Fuck, he was right. A sharp inhale pushed into your throat, you suddenly felt nervous. Looking up at him felt like a dream. Hyunjin was so fucking hot, and maybe, the closer he got to you, it was true that it wasn’t hatred at all.
“You’ve trapped me in, I can’t escape.”
He said nothing, watching your eyes as he leaned forward, letting his lips attach themselves to yours. Your eyes went wide at first, thinking that you should pull away, but the longer it went on, the more you wanted it. Your lips began to move with vigor themselves, Hyunjin groaned into your mouth, you following,  allowing his body weight to fall into yours. You lifted your leg, guiding his hand on the outside of your thigh to lift it up. Your core was already throbbing, and you could tell after he lifted your leg, that it was having detrimental effects on him also. His semi-hard on could already be somewhat felt between your core, and you rolled your hips a little creating enough subtle friction in the perfect spot; the zipper of his shorts.  It wasn’t until you needed breath that when you parted and your brain stopped short-circuiting, and you realized where you were and what you’d done.
“What the fuck was that?”
Hyunjin brought a tumb to his lips, wiping the outer corner before chuckling at you.
“I was just proving to you y/n, this so-called ‘hatred’ you have for me.”
“Wow,” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air, “you think that you can just fuck around with any girl you want? Well news flash, I’m your fucking boss, and if you think you can ever do that again, I’ll destroy you so fucking fast, you won’t know what hit you.”
“Hah,” he chuckled, a smirk still painted on his pride ridden face, “Getting destroyed by you sounds like a dream.”
Too flustered to even respond, you stormed out,  forgetting to dry yourself, putting your clothes that stuck to your wet body and going back on duty. What the fuck was that? A shiver of nausea came over you, knowing that you will never live this down. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you attempted to compose yourself, heading to the lookout. Chan was sitting there too, for some reason avoiding your eye contact.
“Hey Chan,” you swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice, “how’s every-”
“I heard it.”
Your heart dropped into your ass. Surely he wasn’t talking about what you thought he was.
“What? How, I-”
“I think Hyunjin thought he hung up, but he actually didn’t.”
“Fuck,” was all you could say. This could ruin everything. Your job, your reputation, your well known hatred for him. You weren’t even sure what it was anymore. Part of you cared so much about what other people thought, especially the guards at the beach, but the other part, the bigger part in this moment, didn’t give a fuck. The only thought lingering on your mind was his hands, how they seared across your skin. How they already were able to significantly impact you in such a small period of time. If you knew better, you would have thought that his palms were already imprinted on you. You were reeling but, the logic of being rational was too hard to even fathom trying to do at this moment.
“Yeah, look I don't know what goes on between you guys, and y/n tell me if i'm overstepping, but you say you hate him, but I really don’t think you hate him at all.”
You scrunch your nose, knowing that maybe what Chan said was true after all.
“Look, whatever you think, can we just go back to before like nothing ever happened, please.”
He laughed, knowing that this would be the route you wanted to take, “secret is safe with me.”
This little chat did not calm you down or relax you at all. If anything, the thought of Hyunjin on you was becoming heightened burning into the back of your brain. You wanted him. You wanted to be touched, bad. It just happened to be convenient that Hyunjin, a very attractive man, happened to crave touch at the same time.
“Fuck this,” you mumbled, “Chan I’m going on my break, if anything really serious, just let me know via the radio.”
He nodded, eyes stuck in his binoculars overlooking the beach. You walked back inside, hoping and praying that Hyunjin was still in there. You became excited, craving that feeling of being touched, caressed, held by him. Your mortal enemy; it was crazy. 
And the craziest things of them all? When you walked back into the showers, he left the door open, back resting on the wall stall, cock in hand, absolutely pumping himself to the full capacity. He was too caught up to even notice your arrival. The sight instantly made you horny, and the fact that he was probably thinking about you while he did it drove you up the wall. Getting in the stall, you closed it behind you, undressing yourself completely this time, standing there, waiting for him to notice. His lids were heavy and it took him a decent 30 seconds for him to see you back. 
“Fuck,” Hyunjin jumped, covering his member with his hands, fuck his cock was hot, “you fucking scared me.”
At first, he didn’t notice your lack of clothes, giving you direct eye contact in his fright. It did not take long for him to notice tho, subconsciously biting down on the big fucking juicy bottom lip. God you wanted to suck it. Leave it longing in your mouth as he pulled away, length tipping you over the edge.
“Shit,” he huffed, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
Hyunjin takes you by the waist, wrapping his arms around your back and he pulled up against the hardness of his body. His lips crashed against yours, and he moaned at the rough contact, the immatureness of him reeling in the way your tits pressed up against his chest. You were just as hungry, arms around his neck, hands and fingers acting on prior impulsive thoughts; god his hair was so soft.
“Fuck,” he pulled away in between, pecking you, “you’re so,” peck, “fucking,” peck, “hot I could die.”
You pulled away completely, giggling at his eagerness. You couldn’t help yourself, the hunger was consuming you. Without thought, you dropped to your knees,biting down on your lip while looking at his throbbing length in front of you. My god was he girthy. A hand on his balls, you began to massage, Hyunjin’s hands instantly fisting your hair into a very messy pony, grabbing what he could before his jaw became slack, gasping at the way your lips became wrapped around him. Although he had a decent length, giving head was your specialty, it was one of your favorite things to do. You tested the waters, flicking your tongue vigorously against his tip, before letting your lips wrap around him completely, more and more of his cock engulfing your mouth. Bobbing up and down at an extremely slow pace, your eyes were glued to Hyunjin’s face, gratified in how easy it was to make him shut the fuck up and be grateful for something, in this case, the something being your mouth. Your tongue, all the warm parts of your mouth that made him rock hard. Made him jerk off thinking about you. A sigh of relief waved over you when you saw his eyes roll back, mouth very much agape the lower you sank into him.
“Holy shit baby,” he grunted, head still affirmatively back, hips gently rocking into your mouth, “you’re so good at that.”
You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment, a large ‘pop’ at the full release, your left hand quickly replacing your lips as you began to pump at a very slow pace. The arousal for yourself was increasing at a rapid pace, uncontrollable. You took your other hand off of his balls, index finger flicking your nipples for any kind of self stimulation. A tiny giggle escaped your lips, reaching Hyunjin’s ear and snapping him back to reality. He moved your hand off of him, reluctantly, before hooking his hand round your elbows, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall of the stall. This frustrated you, feeling like the power was being taken away from you. If only you knew that if you kept blowing him, he would have cum, and the fun would have been over way too quickly for you. He pinned you down, enclasping both wrists in one hand. Fuck. All control of your limbs was now in his hands, literally. His typical ego fueled, pride ridden glare was back on his face, and oh, was he ready to get his revenge on you.
“Slow and steady wins the race, right?”
“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you growled, core throbbing at the combination of condescending tone in his voice. Part of you felt bad for teasing as you enjoyed the way he submitted his body to your hand and mouth, but then, Hyjunin’s torturous teasing of his words triggered a playback of every single time that he was an asshole to you. Every single time he called you a name, undermined you to civilians and other staff, the shit talking to the junior guards especially. The fact that he used to so openly talk about all the women he fucked, how they had him begging his name, cumming all over his face. That was the last straw. 
Hyunjin shoved his tongue down his throat, generously lifting the restrain on your hands, his left hand now encompassing the circumference of your neck, other and dragging itself across your torso. The sting of his nails were already felt, but it only increased your arousal. Hyunjin somehow managed to be rough yet delicate at the same time. You knew that if you looked down, there would be a multitude of red streaks, but that was not what was important right now.
It was the way the hand around your neck immediately went to your mouth to muffle the crescendo of moans that escaped your lips when he pulled away and his calloused fingertips slipped underneath your waist, stretching your pussy lips before dipping his middle finger right along your clit. The circular motions, like yours, were long and drawn out. So petty he was. Nevertheless, it still made you moan just as hard, biting down on your bottom lip once more. Fuck, nothing had ever felt so good before.
“That shut you up,” he chuckled with a more sinister raspiness to it, “you’re lucky we’re in the shower and I can’t tell how wet you are.”
“Yeah, fucking right,” you huffed, gentle griding your hips on his fingers. It was easier to deny it than accept that he, Hyunjin, the one man you hate, was able to make you feel this good. He withdrew them for a moment, spitting on his own hand before removing the other from your muffled mouth, prodding them at your own. You opened eagerly, moaning at the taste of his bodily fluid. At any other point in time, you would repulse at the motion, but right now, nothing was as important as this. You bobbed your finger with ease against the long digits, but it wasn’t for long, because they went straight back into your folds, an index finger slipping almost too easily into your hole.
“Fuck Hyunjin,” you bellowed, “I fucking hate that you’re making me feel this good.”
An expression of satisfaction dripped across his face as he sped up the pace of his finger, adding a second as the sound of skin slapping increased. You reached around, reattaching your fingertips to his cock. A nervous laugh and a hip shudder came from the man next to you, not expecting you to be so bold, yet he expected it at the same time. He knew you couldn’t stand when someone attempted to be better than you at anything.
“Stop making this a competition,” he huffed, “you know you’re going to lose.”
“No, I’m-fuck, no I’m not.”
But that’s exactly what it was. Who could make the other cum first. A sharp whine escaped your lips, followed by a deep moan from himself, it was your goal to have him cumming all over you. Ropes of his seeds coating your stomach, tits, face, lips. You had never wanting something this much from a man. The two of you were at your loudest, but you simply didn’t care. If someone heard, it was just going to be a whatever moment. It’s not like anyone would know who it was anyway, or maybe not, because you were moaning his name every time he thrusted into you.
“You’re so path-shit, pathetic y/n, I knew you always wanted me.”
“Shut up,” you hissed back. He withdrew his hands from your cunt, placing them on your hips spinning you around, ass now facing him. His cock was pressed in between your cheeks as he began to slowly move, the slight sensation on your rim making your toes curl. Your hands were wrapped around his back. It would have looked awkward to an outside person, but you didn’t care. You needed to be close to him.
“You know when I realized it was the first time I wanted you?”
“When,” you breathed, heavy, almost like you were out of breath from running in to save a life, “when did you want to fuck me?”
He ignored, taking your hands off of him and pinning them together once more, above your head. He continued his teasing motions, but maneuvered himself intellectually, cock now slipping in between your folds, tip barely hitting your clit. Although it was painfully tortuous, it still felt so good, rewarding almost. You waited in anticipation, desperate to hear his answer. It made you curious, because you were asking yourself. What switched in his brain? What flip switched on your own? How your cognitions led you to this moment. It didn’t matter, because your brain was short circuiting. You couldn’t see him, but you were dying to. Wanted to see how he looked. Hin losing himself to the pleasure of your pussy. 
“The first time you yelled at me,” he grunted, taking a hand off your wrists and stroking his length, prodding at your entrance. He took no time to tease you though, sliding  effortlessly between your folds. The sound was immense, and there had to be an echo that traveled. You could see Hyunjin’s side profile, head bowing and licking a gentle stripe up the crevice of your neck, spine shuddering at the wet sensation.
“You know what I really thought?”
You said nothing, a giant fear that it would be only a surmount of broken words. Instead, you let his dick do the talking, whining when he pushed his hips back, pulling away from you completely. Your pussy was now aching, and you could definitely tell that you were dripping for more. Hyunjin was clearly merciless when it came to you, and not giving you what you wanted.  
“Oooh,” Hyunjin mumbled, lips buzzing on the skin along your shoulder, “this pussy is so sweet I just know it?”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, I wanna fucking taste that fucking cunt so bad.”
It was ironic how his cursing was getting you embarrassed, almost like you forgot that the was about to fuck you. He who you said you hated, who you would rather do almost anything else for than give Hyunjin that satisfaction. The gratification to know how you feel, what kind of lover you are, how your cunt felt against him. But things had changed, and there was nothing you wanted more than all of that. You were desperate trying anything and everything to increase the friction considering that Hyunin was moving painfully slowly.
The truth is, Hyunjin had been waiting to get this for a very long time. To get you. Yeah I mean, the few times the senior guards went out together and you hooked up with other guys, left early and went home with them was tough for him, but you weren’t together. Although a long time ago, he used to get so worked up, and he didn’t know why. He still found you almost intolerable, which is why it was easier to hate you, because if he did like you, he would fall down the rabbit hole at a world breaking speed. He knew that when, no, if the moment came, that it would be sweet, but he didn’t know it was going to be this good. You exceeded his expectations tenfold, especially the way you sucked his cock. His hips were gyrating faster unconsciously, and knew he could come right that second the more he thought about it.
“Hyunjin,” you whined, “harder, please.”
He ignored you, completely pausing before letting go of your wrists and flipping you around. The first thing he did was slide his body right against yours, thigh splitting your legs open, the gentle friction against your clit making you moan. Hyunjin had never looked so fucking hot in his life. You had seen him wet, many times, but this was different. The beads of liquid spayed his face, drenching his long hair, but his eyes, lips. They were so hungry, disheveled, like he was a predator hunting his prey. He reattached his lips to yours, crashing down as his hand snaked back around your neck. He didn’t even know if you were okay with it, but it didn't matter when you lifted your hand yourself, pushing your fingertips against his as he kissed you. The multitude of sounds that came from your mouth as the result of the tension between your core and Hyunjin’s thigh poured into his mouth, leaving him to wrap his free hand around his cock. He began pumping, pulling away and wasting no more time to plunge his cock deep inside of you. Oh my, it could be humiliating how easily he slipped inside of you.
“Say my name,” he growled, applying more pressure to your neck, “say it out loud.”
“Hyunjin,” you whined, tone pretty quiet as you concentrated on not clenching around him, “Hyunjin fuck.”
“So fucking sweet,” he continued to grunt, picking up his pace to an even greater speed, “that’s my favourite way to hear it.”
You brought your free hand up to his body, raking your digits over his washboard torso. My god he was fit. You wanted to slap yourself, wondering why you spent, no, wasted so much time hating him. He chuckled, the deepest he ever has, clearly enjoying how your fingers felt on him. Your mind, being a visual person, went back to the mental imagery of him jerking off in front of you. It was eating your mind up as he continued to fuck you unapologetically.
“Was it me?”
“What?”
“Fuck,” you chuckled, “I can’t speak. Were you-fuck, thinking of me?”
“When y/n,” he scoffed, rhythm getting distracted by your poor attempt at a question, “you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
“When you were jerking your cock?”
“Yes,” he answered confidently, his cock was in you and it would probably be more awkward if he just denied it, “it was because of you.”
Your pussy clenched, The idea was so hot, Making a man that went out of his way to piss you off and vice versa became so enamored with you. So much so that he couldn't wait until he got home and had to relieve himself at work. You thanked the upper powers that nothing serious was happening at the beach, because you would have been a raging horny bitch, even more than what Hyunjin would consider you to be on a normal day.
He was moving at an unfathomable rate, and moaned softly each time you clenched around him. You knew you couldn’t last for much longer, and the thought of him getting off to you was accompanying you at this moment. Hyunjin took his hand off your throat, one hand on his hip for more precision, the other enclasping your nipples, and fuck, did he get your weak spot.
“You have beautiful tits,” he grunted, lips latching onto them like his life depended on it. He flicked his tongue back and forth, causing the most unholy of moans. Locking your hand into his scalp, you yanked him closer, back up to his lips before smashing them against his. You want to feel him now as close as you can, because once this was over, you weren’t sure if you would even be able to reenact the same feeling. 
When you pulled away, Hyunjin’s bottom lip caught between your teeth as you lingered, more than enjoying the way they were so big, they popped when escaping your teeth. You were getting closer, unable to control the clenching that your pussy was doing. Hyunjins hissed, the tight sensation doing so much for him.
“Fuck Hyunjin, I’m so close.”
“Me too baby,” Hyunjin whined, adjusting his hips, “fuck I’m gonna blow so hard.”
“Yeah baby?”
Your hands were across his face, once under his chin and the other on top of his chin, wrapped across his cheek. It was a sloppy placement, but it was the least of your concerns as the pit of your orgasm is brewing at the pit of your stomach.  
“Yeah Y/n, fuck,” he mumbled under your palm, sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “wanna blow in you.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” it was your turn to growl, knowing Hyunjin was slightly losing himself inside of you, “do it.”
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. It was his biggest fantasy, especially when it came to you. The thought of you walking around at work, cum stuffed into your cunt, and he was the only one that would know it. He could not count the endless times he thought about it.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“No I’m fucking joking.”
“Fuck keep going,” he moaned, too fucked out to keep up with your sarcastic tone, “I’m about to cum so fucking hard.”
“Yes,” you sighed, “fill me up baby.”
“I’m gonna fucking fill you up.”
“Yes you are.”
“Shit, fuck yes I am,” he grunted, thrusts becoming very erratic, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He gave you one last peck, never breaking eye contact as he watched your jaw slack, the most gruesome moan falling from your lips as he watched your orgasm roll over you. Crashing like a tidal wave. Your hips bucked against him, increasing the pleasure for Hyunjin as he came in you momentarily, a similar sound coming from his lips as the two of you rode out your high. The feeling of his seed making you clench unfathomably around him. You ran your hand through his hair again, pushing the hair off his forehead to see his face in this form completely. You cooed him through it, wimping when you felt the loss of him inside of you as he withdrew himself.
Reality washed back over you and it hit you that you've just had sex, with a coworker (that you hate’), in the work environment. Hyunjin bends down and picks your bathing suit, two pieces, up from the floor, that intractable smirk covering his face. They hung of his index finger, a gentle reminder that you were very naked
“Fuck,” you laughed, unable to get rid the smile on your face, “I should be so mad at you, but you were really fucking good.”
“You don’t need to say anything, hearing you moan my name was enough.”
Rolling your eyes, you redressed yourself quickly, waiting for him to do the same. You punched him in the chest, interrupting him from putting his shirt back on.
“For fucks sake, you’re incorrigible, just take the fucking compliment and shut up.”
“Fine,” he replied sarcastically, coughing after to clear his throat, “we probably shouldn’t walk out together, might be suspicious.”
“Oh yeah,” your eyebrows furrowed, attempting to be serious, “good idea colleague.”
He let you out first, however you still waited for him, not really seeing the big deal in walking out to the lookout together.
“You know Chan heard the first part of our, you know, situation.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, “I thought I hung up.”
You laughed.
“It’s fine, he was already petrified of looking at me, imagine he heard the rest.”
He chuckled at your words, playfully hitting your arm as the two of you walked out. You sat next to Chan for the final time of the day, giving you a suspicious look at the fact that you and Hyunjin were laughing together. As you sat there, you tried to focus on the beach and the beach goers, but all you could think about was him.
411 notes · View notes
sanjisblackasswife · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Sanji Gets Rejected (ANGST/FLUFF)
Black Fem Reader in Mind
WC: 2k
CW: Angst, Rejection, Kissing, Fluff at the End
Tumblr media
There he is, doing it again;
“You’re so beautiful, Maam!”
Another random woman he tried to woo on another random island, this one didn’t just push off Sanji this time though, she toyed with him. You guys were docked for a few days to recoup, restock, and relax a bit after escaping another long fight with some marines.
You all went your separate ways, and in that you kept watch of Sanji. It wasn’t intentional but you managed to always bump into him and the woman almost Everytime you stopped somewhere.
“Y/N-SAAAANNNN MEET —“
“Abby.”
She was a beautiful taller woman, she had a very disgusting attitude though, you’ve seen her around a few times and you could tell she used her looks to get what she wanted from men and she most definitely did it with Sanji. You tried warning him about her hopefully she wasn’t working someone that could be hunting you all down but he of course, didn’t listen.
"Sanji we should head back to the Merry soon--"
"BUT Y/NNNN" His voice a pitch higher as he twirled around the woman, looking as unimpressed as ever at the poor boy, "CAN I JUST STAY A FEW MORE HOURS WITH THE LOVELY ABBY--"
"Actually, you guys own A boat right?” Abby walked closer towards you, you stood back a little with a crooked face at her invasion of interest, but before you could decline her Sanji insisted she come for dinner.
“Ji, I—“
“Well of course I’d love to come see what you people—“
“You people?” You Tilt your head at her holding your hip, the hell she mean by that?.
“Yes. How you people live. I never Seen a pirate ship up close and personal. You’d show me. Right Sanji?”
He melted into her hot touch like ice when she caressed his cheek. You groan rolling your eyes at how naive Sanji could be.
The day goes by and you really could not wait until Abby left. She was rude, demanding, arrogant, and nobody even liked her.
She insulted you, Nami, and Robin,
Taunted Chopper and Usopp
Flirted with Zoro behind Sanji’s back
And even mocked Luffy.
But Sanji didn’t even seem to notice because she had him wrapped around her stupid finger.
“When is she leaving?” Nami grumbled in your ear, you both watched Abby and Sanji in the kitchen. He tried showing her some new moves he learned to hold multiple plates at once, but she couldn’t care less.
You on the other hand loved when he did that.
It was finally time for dinner and it was somewhat awkward considering Everytime someone spoke Abby had something to say.
“Oh, Robin I got that tea you liked.” You causally said to her and she smiled back at you across the table.
“Thank—“
“You know I never pegged you pirates to have a level of class about you all….interesting. Especially you—um…uh…”
“That’s y/n-san, my love!” Sanji spoke and came over to take her plate to clean. “She’s one of the classiest women I’ve met!”
“….could have fooled me with that outfit.”
You almost spoke out of turn until you felt Zoro’s hand on your shoulder and he shook his head at you.” She isn’t worth it” he mouthed to you.
After dinner everybody was on the deck doing their own thing, and you and Zoro were trash talking Abby of course.
You more than him though.
“And she had the fucking nerve to say—“
“Why don’t you just tell the damn love cook the truth.”
“What? You don’t think I have? The stupid bitch—“
“Not that…you telling Sanji how much you liked him.”
You felt your soul drop to your feet. Zoro didn’t have a care in the world when he said that, all he did was take a sip of his sake and stared at you, scoffing.
“It’s pretty evident you like the pervert. Why? I don’t know….I’m better looking anyways..”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just—-Stop making it so damn obvious you liked if if you don’t have the guts to tell him. We are leaving the day after tomorrow so after this we never have to see her again—“
“NO!?”
Everybody turned to the commotion in the middle of the ship. It was of course Abby and Sanji , and Abby making a big deal over something.
“No way I won’t join? “ Abby huffed at Sanji’s request. “The pirate life isn’t for me. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“…oh…well…I leave in 2 days so…maybe before you leave you can…um…send me off right?”
Abby chuckled at him cupping his cheek, seeing the blood trickle from his nose and his eyes popping out of his face, “y-you’re so beautiful, Abby!”
“Mmhm…so you want me to send you off right?…like…a kiss?”
Sanji nearly exploded, but tried to keep his composure, “y-y-yes! I mean—if you would grant me the blessing perhaps?”
Hearing this conversation was absurd. You didn’t even realize your face was shaped in the look of disgust causing Zoro to snicker at you, “If she bothers you that much then just say something.”
“Say what jackass, ‘hey Sanji don’t kiss her because I want you.’”
“So you do want the love cook—“
“IRRELEVANT!”
You both stopped your bickering to see more of Sanji’s antics, moreso him acting like a complete love struck idiot handing her some roses and a drink,
“Here you go, my love! I got you these from that garden we walked past! And then! And then I made you your favorite! Remember? At the restaurant—“
“Yes. Sanji. I remember….you really are like a little lap dog…” Abby pat his head and once again…more swooning
“I’D BE YOUR LOYAL DOG OF COURSE!” He sung with his heart eyes almost bursting out his head
“And I guess a doggy gets a treat huh.”
You almost didn’t want to stare but you just couldn’t look away. Abby leaned into Sanji and he blushed, eyes closed so prepared for a kiss until.
“Oops.”
You could hear everybody gasping. It was always as if time was still,
“Wha—“
Abby poured the cold drink over Sanji’s head, running not only his hair, but his expensive suit. Right after she throws the flowers in his face to shoulder bump him,
“Nothing personal, but it’s foolish of you to think I’d actually give you; a poor pirate a time of day…I’m actually a little insulted by it.”
Everybody stared in shock, even Zoro seeing her leave off of the Going Merry.
“HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO MY FRIEND—!”
Luffy went to go run at her, but Zoro and Nami ran and held him back because they both knew Luffy would have easily done another Vivi moment for how rude she has been all evening.
You however walked over to Sanji, arms out and head down, broken glass and petals by his feet.
You felt rage enough rage in your body to just lash out of that stupid stank, but your main priority was Sanji right now.
“San—-“
Your hand touched his drenched shoulder, he didn’t say many words he just took off his jacket and bent down,
“Watch out, Y/N…you may step on some glass.” He looked up at you, eyes just glossing in tears, with a fake smile, “We don’t want you to have another accident again right?”
Your heart was shattered for him watch him fake a smile while on the ground, you couldn’t help but to take his arm and walk him to the bathroom to get him cleaned off as everybody tried calming Luffy down.
You say him on the toilet and took off any remaining flowers and branches in his hair, his skin was sticky from the drink and so you wiped his face with a towel.
“You don’t—-“
“No.” You protested, cleaning him off, “Let me do this.”
Sanji didn’t resist, he sat quietly for a moment. You wished you knew what he was thinking right now so you’d find the right words to say.
“She…she didn’t mean it..”
You paused for a moment. Of course he’d say that. Sighing you decided not to talk back and let him continue to defend her unforgivable actions.
“I was coming on to strong. Maybe if I didn’t —“
“Please stop. Sanji. Please?”
….
“It’s not your fault, Ji..” you combed your fingers through his hair to take out anything else that could have been in it. “I understand why you’d want to excuse her actions but it wasn’t your fault it was hers. She doesn’t deserve a guy like you. You have a kind heart Sanji. Just…sometimes it can be blinded by …women. And I know…you told me how you were raised. Which is why I will never be angry at you for that. I just wish you’d be more..aware of the red flags some women can be. I’m sorry this happened, don’t be embarrassed okay? It—-Sanji.”
You picked up his chin and saw his lip quiver and his eyes teary, dammit you hate when he cries. You squat in front of him and wipes his tears, “It’s okay…it’s—“
“I thought she was going to be my first kiss.”
You blink at him, and he immediately looks away in shame, “no! No! Don’t be embarrassed! Please, Sanji—It’s okay to not have a first kiss! Look at me…”
He does, your thumb on his short stubble and traveling to the corner of his eye. He looked so much like a child you wanted to just scoop him up and hug him all day . “It’s okay to not have your first kiss yet…but when you have it….it should be with someone special y’know?..not some stupid no ass bitch that’s trynna use you.”
Finally, Sanji breaks out into a chuckle, you missed his smile already, it was a pretty sweet silence between you both until you kept staring into his pretty blue-grey eyes, and his in yours. It wasn’t long until your smiles faded and you leaned into him to kiss him softly, immediately feeling his cheeks heating, but you quickly pulled back.
“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You stand up straight touching your lips. “I’m sorry that—that was so wrong of me I—“
Sanji stands to Cup your cheek and kiss you back, he’s a bit shaky and his hands are sticky and clammy but you hold onto his before looking back at him sighing in relief and touch his forehead with yours.
“You didn’t have to kiss me…”
“But I wanted to…for a long time actually.”
Sanji was actually in shock, he stared at you wide eyed, but before he had a blood fest you walked over to turn on the shower for him.
“How ‘bout we um…finish this when you get out of the shower huh?”
“…Ah! Um..yes! Yes of course! I’ll be right out!…thank you, my love.”
You smile at him before leaving, as he showers you await in the kitchen with everybody else and explain to not EVER mention what happened again to him.
“Why? Or did you fuck him to make him fee—OW!”
You smile and wink at Nami for hitting the idiot swordsman in the head and his stupid comment.
Once Sanji comes back he is actually in a better mood, he looks lighter and happier, but he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
The whole time he bathed he kept touching his lips thinking of you. Abby was far off of his mind and you were now in the forefront .
Late that night Sanji finished dinner and dessert for everybody but asks for you to stay in the kitchen with him. You felt a bit nervous, but that wasn’t until he sat beside you and hugs you tightly.
“I never got to thank you properly.” He says in your ear with a small peck, “You’re too kind….I’m glad you were my first.”
That night you both stayed up not just kissing, but talking too, he still swooned a bit whenever you reached to kiss him on the corner of his lips but the whole night went so smoothly, you never saw such a relaxed side to him. And you loved it.
Little did you know the impact you made for such a small gesture to the little love cook.
701 notes · View notes