#and idk they decide to raise a baby together after some time 🥺

[koroart]

Thinking Lambrigue thoughts and like...how cute it would be if they raised a baby together 🥺

#like when their older #Felix and Dimitri are grown and they passed their titles to them already #and idk they decide to raise a baby together after some time 🥺 #whether its by surrogacy or adoption #and felix and dimitri are excited to be big brothers ( Felix pretends not to care as per his usual Felix way ) #Dimitri is just over the moon of being a big brother as hes been an only child his whole life #Dimitri: Does that make us br-- #Felix: Shut up #Just let me have older parents Lambrigue pls 🥺 #i just know that lil baby is gonna spoiled #spoiled but loved 🥺 #I will draw this eventually #but for now it will remain in the soup that is my brain #:: koko speaking! #lambrigue #fe3h

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Cramps

Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.

Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes

A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u

Bitchy. 

You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate. 

You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also  warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for. 

What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period. 

 Your cycle had  been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag. 

Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military. 

Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it. 

So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response. 

“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood. 

“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration. 

“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.” 

For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man. 

Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work. 

You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband. 

“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending. 

“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee 

Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.  

You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie. 

“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!” 

At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath. 

“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-” 

“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.” 

“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door. 

“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway. 

But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it. 

You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood. 

Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.

Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear. 

Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants. 

Your period had come.  

In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie. 

“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ” 

It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply. 

“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.” 

Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first. 

“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.” 

You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply. 

“Thank you. You’re the best.” 

“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘” 

“Oh shut up, meanie.” 

“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙

“Love you too. 🤍” 

Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way. 

Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch. 

As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband. 

“Frankie? Babe, are you home?” 

Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest. 

You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace. 

“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you. 

“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-” 

“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse. 

“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem. 

“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.” 

“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.” 

“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”   

“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.

“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him. 

As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you. 

As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you. 

“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza. 

“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-” 

Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?” 

“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?” 

“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.” 

“I think I can make that happen.” 

About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest. 

“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy. 

Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth. 

“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you. 

“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core. 

“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you. 

“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices. 

Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period. 

But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man. 

“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths. 

“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.” 

Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds. 

With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt. 

“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot. 

Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool. 

“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over. 

Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue. 

Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name. 

“Frankie, holy fuck.” 

“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could. 

“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.” 

Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt. 

“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace. 

“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over. 

Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him. 

Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity. 

Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him. 

“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate. 

“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word. 

“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.” 

Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there. 

“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did. 

“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.” 

You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in. 

“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.” 

That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high. 

With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.  

“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss. 

“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss. 

“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight. 

“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.” 

“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”

“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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[here2bbtstrash]

omg I love everything you write !!! sub jimin that talks a big game when he’s in the streets but when you’re alone let’s you use him however you want and for however long as you want 😭🫠

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I AM SUPER INTO COCKWARMING RN 😤😤😤 this is far from perfect but i hope you will enjoy regardless 🥺

still taking freaky deaky reqs if you've got something you wanna see!!

pairing: jimin x reader wordcount: 1.8k don't ask me idk what happened contains: idol-verse ig, established relationship, cockwarminggggg, lots of orgasm delay, dom!reader & sub!jimin, subspace, jimin takes a phone call while she sits on his dick 🥴, finger sucking, degradation if you REALLY squint, an In the Seom plug that tbh i should be getting paid for lmao, and some cute lil aftercare 🥰🥰🥰

“Babe, I can’t get this level. Can you try?”

It’s been– you glance at the time and are surprised to see, nearly an hour now– that you’ve spent sitting on your boyfriend’s cock while you play In the Seom.

You love using him like this, keeping yourself nice and full for as long as you want while you watch TV, or read, or even just scroll through your phone. And lately, it’s been while you play this stupidly addicting mobile game, at least until you run out of hearts.

You don’t ride. You don’t grind. You just enjoy the feeling of him snug inside your walls, keeping you stretched open.

It’s not torture. You know Jimin loves it too, you’ve talked about it dozens of times at this point. He loves the inherent validation he feels, the worthiness of being useful to you. He loves the physical intimacy of being as close to you as humanly possible. And he loves the way the gentle submission scratches his brain, encouraging him to let go of all the things he has to worry about and just… float off for a bit.

He usually softens inside you after a while, the comfortable closeness turning non-sexual until you decide to work him up again. But today you don’t have to do anything at all. He’s been rock hard the whole time, still is.

So today, it might be torture, a little bit. The good kind.

Jimin’s head is tipped back against the couch, his breathing gone so slow that for a second you think he might’ve fallen asleep– it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. But he gently comes to, blinking slowly, eyes rolling around enough to make you realize you’ve probably dragged him halfway out of subspace.

“Please, baby?” You ask softly, and he raises a hand for you to drop your phone into.

“I hate these stupid coconuts,” he murmurs as he taps at the screen. You tilt forward to lean against him and your cheek presses into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Jimin exhales the quietest little grunt at the brush of movement, so subtle that anyone who isn’t as attuned to him as you are would miss it entirely.

You can feel his heart beating in his chest as you nuzzle into him with a contented sigh.

You’re in such a mutually heightened state of awareness, picking up on every little detail of touch, contact, sensation, that you both nearly jump out of your skin when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket.

He doesn’t move to get it at first, still frowning down at the impossible level on your phone screen, and you sit upright again.

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Answer your phone, babe.” You take yours back from him– he lets go of it without a fight– and resolve to try the level one more time.

Jimin has to tilt his hips to dig into his pocket, and you watch his brows pinch together as he moves with you on top of him, hear the gasp of a moan he lets out at the smallest taste of friction as he shifts inside of you.

He settles, phone in hand, and glances at the screen. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, looking back up at you, full lips parted slightly to allow for shallow breathing.

“Don’t be rude,” you say firmly.

When he obediently presses the button to answer the call, you have to bite back a smile, setting your own phone down on the couch to fully zone in on your beautifully submissive boyfriend.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin starts, and Namjoon must immediately cut him off. “Hmm? What happened?”

You know Joon can ramble, and from the tinny sounds you can hear leaking out of the phone speaker, it sounds like he’s launching into some convoluted story. You figure you have a minute.

Jimin is so good, so willing, that when you press two fingers to his plush bottom lip, there isn’t even a millisecond where he fights or questions you. He just submits, opening up to suck the digits into his warm, wet mouth.

“So fucking perfect,” you murmur, doing your best to keep your voice soft enough that it won’t carry over the phone. He sucks diligently, even going so far as to hum around your fingers along with Namjoon’s story, to indicate he’s still listening even as his eyes drop closed again.

When they snap back open– he must’ve just been asked a question– you relent with a pleased smile, withdrawing your fingers so he can speak.

“Wait, so when do you need me to come back in to re-record?” There’s a look of intense concentration on his face as he attempts to process Namjoon’s response, clearly fighting to stay present in the moment and not slip back off into bliss.

With a soft sigh, you bring the fingers that he soaked so well to rest between your legs, and you start to trace slow, lazy circles around your clit.

The muscles in Jimin’s thighs clench beneath you, you can feel it, but he betrays no change in expression otherwise. You bring your free hand to his leg to gently massage the smooth skin there, encouraging release.

“Relax,” you mouth, and he nods, phone still pressed tight to his ear.

You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the pretty tones of your boyfriend’s voice as he works out scheduling logistics with his hyung while you continue to gently trace patterns over yourself. Heat starts to pool in your belly as you slowly increase the speed of your movements, and now you’re craving friction, too. But it feels so good to force yourself to wait, let yourself want, just a little bit longer. Patience is a virtue.

“Yeah, she’s here now.”

Your mind swims back to the present moment at Jimin’s words. He’s dropped his head down against the couch, eyes closed, and you see him chuckle at whatever Namjoon says like he’s mildly embarrassed. “Yeah, something like that. I gotta go, hyung. Okay, bye.”

He hangs up, lust-heavy eyelids lifting to meet your gaze, and you tilt your head to the side to indicate curiosity. “Was that about me?”

“Just at the end,” he says shyly, and you can already start to guess.

You squeeze your walls gently around his cock, for just a second, and watch with pleasure as your boyfriend’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck, baby.”

“What did Namjoon say?” You ask innocently. You squeeze again, enjoying the strangled whine you earn from Jimin, the way his fingers reflexively scramble to drag over the couch cushions as you envelop him in a tight pulse.

You know Joon is a freak. You have an idea of what it could be.

“He just– ngh, fuuuck–” you rudely interrupt him yet again, baring down for several seconds before you back off this time. You can feel his dick twitch as you release. Your hand is still circling your clit, and the steady pace mixed with the gorgeous sounds you’re working out of Jimin is enough to already have you close to the edge.

“He what?”

Jimin is panting now; your walls are slowly starting to grip around him as you bring yourself that much closer to coming. “He asked if I was about to give it to you.”

Your free hand moves to trace his jaw, and he instinctively tilts his head up to meet your touch. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

Jimin’s pupils are blown with lust as he shakes his head.

“Is that the truth?” You run your thumb lazily over his bottom lip. “You let your hyungs think that you wreck me, dominate me?”

Your legs are starting to shake now at the built-up pressure in your core. You’re actively holding off an orgasm, using every ounce of willpower you have. Just a little longer.

“They have no idea,” you murmur, giving a soft hum of disbelief. “No idea that you’re mine; my sextoy to use as I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want. My human furniture, who loves it when I sit on him.” Jimin is already nodding against your hand even though you haven’t asked a question of him, as if to agree, yes, he is, yes, he does.

“Our little secret. And you’re so good at it,” you purr. “So good for me.” Your voice shakes slightly; your composure is starting to falter from the effort it’s now taking to keep yourself from coming, the way you’re forcing yourself to hover right on the verge and squeezing tight around Jimin’s cock in the process.

“Are you gonna be good and come with me?” You lean forward to whisper the question in Jimin’s ear.

“Yes, fuck–” he groans, back arching at the very thought of pleasure after so much delay. “Want to come so bad, please, please.”

You move your hand just a little bit faster, in the perfect spot to finally send you over the edge. 

“Then come.” You just barely manage to get the words out before your orgasm hits you full-force, and you tilt your head back as you cry out and bare all the way down on Jimin’s cock.

You open your eyes to watch him as your cunt pulses over and over and over; these drawn-out, long-denied orgasms are insane, sometimes it feels like they last for minutes, and you can already see that Jimin is no match for the way your tight, wet heat is throbbing endlessly around him.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, convulsing against the couch and starting to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming, yes, I’m–” As the words fall from his mouth and you feel his cock start to twitch, you roll your hips in one fluid arc, and the final gratification of friction right at his peak is enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a sound that’s more like a scream.

The last of your own orgasm subsiding, you drop your head onto Jimin’s shoulder as you feel his cum spill out into you, thick and hot, filling you with everything you’ve worked up over the last hour.

As his moans trickle off into soft whines and whimpers, Jimin wordlessly brings his arms to wrap around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, to pull you impossibly closer. He’s starting to shiver a little, a normal physical reaction for him after one of your sessions, especially one this intense.

You lean over to grab the folded blanket off the back of the couch, shaking it out to wrap around the both of you. “Hey, you’re okay,” you murmur softly, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks and forehead, bringing your hands to rub over his upper arms. “You did so good. My perfect little sub.”

Jimin can sometimes go non-verbal, or at least very quiet post-orgasm, but he seems to bounce back particularly quickly tonight. He squints a smile up at you, eyes turning into half-moons as he nestles down into the blanket.

“Can I see your phone?”

The question surprises you enough that you laugh a little. “Why?”

“I want to show those coconuts who’s boss.”

#jimin smut #jimin x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous

[cryiling]

what do you think revalink's baby would be like? would it be a rito or a hylian would it be blood related to either link or revali? do you think they would get a surrogate? i wanna write a baby revalink fic but i'm still not sure what kind of baby they would have

ooh I've never thought abt it before! I feel like they'd probably choose to adopt an orphan? since they're both canonically orphans bc I said so and they know how it felt to try and survive in a world that is not kind to those without parents, they want to be able to protect other kids from having to know that pain if they can help it 🥹

their first child is a rito, who was orphaned at a young age bc the single mother died shortly after childbirth :'( normally when a fledgeling is left without parents in rito village the community tries their best to collectively raise the fledgeling, but as we've seen with revali, this doesn't work out very well as the fledgeling doesn't receive the proper attention or care they need to develop. so when link and revali hear about the young orphan, they volunteer to take her in as their own. don't ask me name of the kid though bc idk AJDBAJDH

they live together as a small happy family for several years. ofc as new parents, link and revali have some struggles, but they're able to talk with other parents like saki and teba and amali about parenting tips. link also learns a lot more about rito culture and what is traditional when raising a fledgeling (don't ask me what these traditions and cultures are idk man💀). revali is also learning about a lot of these for the first time because he was never really raised in a traditional way and didn't realize parental figures were supposed to do all these things because certainly no one did for him :((

one day on one of their travels together (they left their fledgeling at home because they knew there would be monsters on the road and they didn't want to put their daughter in any potential danger🥺🥺) they see a camp of monsters off the side of the road. they go to fight them, but as they move closer, they realize the monsters had taken a little hylian toddler and were harassing and attacking him, and suddenly link is remembering his own childhood, powerless against monsters and hylian bullies alike, so alone and afraid, and link is moving before he can realize what is happening, his head buzzing with the only thought to protect the kid. revali quickly moves to back him up in the fight, and it's over in a matter of minutes.

there's a treasure chest that unlocks when all the monsters are killed, but link couldn't care less about that, he's rushing towards the boy to see if he's okay or injured, if his parents are around, and the toddler can only look up at him helplessly, eyes wide and tear-filled, so clearly and incredibly alone and abandoned. link turns to revali, who has been watching this exchange, and says, "we have to take him in."

revali knows the look in link's eyes, the face of someone remembering their past, the same face link wakes up with after nightmares of the calamity. he knows they both have a chance to protect this boy from a life on the streets, from being tormented by the evils that lurk on the streets and in civilizations, and so they decide to bring the boy home with them.

when they return to rito village, they introduce their daughter to the boy. she's still very young, so they do their best to explain how they found him without the traumatizing details, but when they tell her that he will be joining their family, she holds the boy in her arms and looks up at them reverently, whispering, "I'm going to be a big sister?" with joy in her eyes.

and relief floods revali and link, knowing that their family is going to be okay, that they'll all be able to take care of each other, that their children will be raised with the support only siblings can provide, that they will cherish this family forever. it's not a perfect family, and it's certainly not borne of blood relations, but the emotional bond they all have with each other is stronger than blood could ever be

#bye I didn't expect to get so emotional over this #this was so cute to write and think about thank you oomfie for asking this😭💗💗 #if you write a fic with this premise PLS LMK I WOULD SERIOUSLY LOVE TO READ IT #amiharana #revalink #revali #link #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #loz #me being So Normal about this game #cryiling asks #crow's revalinkverse

[kpophubb]

Heyyy! this is the Hee Anonie 🥺🥺SORRY ☹️❤ BECAUSE I did not know you quit hard hours :(( also because I could not see your reply for the last ask 😔 but I do have some soft hrs hee thoughts for you as a gift 🤲 (this is will also be talking shit about his naming skills 😊💝)

Imagine wanting to get a cat with Heeseung. You go to a shelter, you end up choosing one, you get the kitten home (OR YOU JUST GET A STRAY KITTEN) and now it's time for choosing a name. He wants to name it smth like Ddongsik. And like no offense to anyone who likes that name. I am sure it is a great name. BUT WHY FOR A KITTEN ?? Like when you look at that teeny tiny kitten that mewls whenever hee tries to get it off his lap and you're like OHH YEAH DDONGSIK IS A GOOD NAME FOR THIS PRECIOUS BABY UWU

So you tell Hee. "Baby, we are not naming our child Ddongsik" and at first we gets all blushy and stuff over calling the kitten "our child" and whatnot till he realizes you don't approve of the name. And he wants to argue and is about retort when you tell him that you hear Ddongsik you imagine a 49 year old Korean guy eating watermelon and reading newspaper, who then yells for someone to give him his reading glasses. Kshdkjfhr You tell him to look at Minho (skz) who has cats with such cute names :(((

And hee can't decide whether he wants to argue or just laugh at the weird shit you say 🤣🤣 with a lot of bargaining and negotiation you name the kitten smth else smth very UwU. and then 😤 you both end up picking smth cute. Happy ending.

Also can you tell I am not fond of the name Ddongsik. 🤷‍♀️ also sorry again for not seeing your response :( Law School has been tough 😮‍💨

Omg my hee anonie 🥺💖 SOO GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN <3 omg pls this hit me straight in the heart 😭💘 I’m a big cat person and also a hee person. (By now you know) it will be so cute to raise a kitten with hee 🥹 the way he’d be such an amazing dad. T.T I melt so much everytime I see the en-video! he’d always pat the kitty and feed him/ her with so much love in his eyes and his lips pouting bc he finds them saurr cute. 🥺 imagine seeing the sight to yourself? And he’d blush so much when you refer to the kitty as your child for sure but soon after, he would be so whipped and happy about it. Call you “mommy” and even talk to the kitty about how much he loves her mommy and her. 🥺 and yes omg! When you show him minho’s videos and rant about how cute he is as a cat dad and how much he makes your heart melt, hee would laugh but internally be a tad bit jealous and Google how to pet a cat better awh. Man would do anything to make you all giggly smiley :((( </3 heeseung’s heart would melt everytime he comes home and sees you and kitty sleeping together, and he’d softly pull the blanket over you two and admire you. Kiss both your foreheads so gently and quickly take a picture of you two and caption it sth like “my girls” or “my cutest family 💞”.He would also blush and have his heart flutter everytime he sees you playing with your new child, and imagine how it would feel to have a child of your own with him.😳 will be so giddy about it and think about it so much before going to sleep, knowing in his heart for sure that one day you guys will give birth to a sibling for your kitten love. 🙈 🙊☺️👉🏻👈🏻I feel like hee Will be such a soft, loving, caring, (and a lil strict) cat daddy.🥺 and you guys will have the most loving family ever. He will always end up sleeping w his head on your lap as he hugs your baby kitty in his arms and you ruffle his hair and hug him in turn. How wholesome <33 T.T

I’d love to name our cat “airi”. It means love and affection in Japanese.🥺 it’s what I’ll really name my pet kitten one day!😭 it’d be so perfect because hee and our baby will be adorned with a lot of affection and love anyway <3

And ikr anonie 😆 the name low-key reminds me of a 40 year old, unmarried man with a shabby beard who’s so done and distressed with life. Idk it just has that feels to it?? (Obv meaning no offense to anyone who really likes the name)

lastly, do not apologise 🤧 I wish you could’ve seen :(( but ig we will interact a lot more from now on?🥰 so I’ll type better and sweeter replies for you. :* law school must be so stressful..I’ll be attending medical uni in a few months and you can assume how busy I’ll get :((! Also, if you don’t mind, can I call you “my hee anonie” officially? It sounds so cutu🥺💖 if there’s another name or emoji (like the 🦌 or 🐹 emoji that represents hee) you’d like, DO LMK <333 I’ll add you to my lovely anon list!

#mia’s asks #engene 💌 #my hee anonie #💘💘❤️ #lee heeseung #heeseung with cats is my ultimate breakdown pill 😭😭🥹 #heeseung #enhypen #enhypen heeseung

[catboytheo]

ideal dates with p1h's hyung line.

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food in all sections, mentions of clowns in keeho’s section, mentions of animals in jiung’s section

a/n: sorry in advance if your name is fred

theo

theo would wanna go to a botanical garden/plant nursery

yall decide to pick out a plant to raise together

eventually, you guys decide on a cute little aloe plant

"what are we gonna name our plant"

"idk but he looks like a fred to me"

so theo agrees with you to name the plant fred

after adopting a plant together, you guys decide to head to the park to play badminton

theo is a very athletic boy,

so he would wanna do something active like playing badminton outdoors

if you're good and badminton and quite competitive, he won’t go easy on you at all

and if you're terrible at badminton, no worries, he'll teach you !!

after all that running around, yall get hungry

and decide to go to fast food drive thru

you guys order burgers, fries, and sprite

"we already exercised, so it cancels out the calories we're about to eat"

“let’s hope it works that way”

you’re munching on a fry when you suddenly realize fred isn’t in the cup holder you had left him in anymore

you literally just looked away for 0.237 seconds to look for a napkin and now he was gone

then you look over at theo who was holding the pot and pouring his soda into it

"theo?? what the fuck are you doing to fred"

"i thought he might be thirsty lol"

turns out, he tried to to 'water' the plant with sprite 😐

"why would you do that to our firstborn child"

“don’t plants grow better in soda because of the sugar”

“true, but i think that only applies for unflavored soda”

“oh” 🤡

then theo drives you back to your house, but he makes sure to take the long way home so he can spend more time with you 🥺

keeho

if i'm remembering correctly, keeho said that he would be an interior designer if he wasn't an idol

so i think he would really like going to ikea and look at all the furniture and decorations

keeho would definitely buy you a DJUNGELSKOG too (iykyk)

"hey we should get some of their frozen food. i can make us dinner"

"keeho,, you can't cook, remember?"

"oh shit you're right" 😀

but you guys get some ikea frozen food anyway because it’s hella good

then keeho insists that you push him around on the cart at full speed down the aisle wHeEEeeEeE

you can always count on keeho to have a good time 🤪

after you guys, uh, get kicked out of ikea, for being ‘disruptive,’

you decide to head back to the dorm to cook dinner together

he somehow manages to burn the frozen food ???

“you’re lucky you’re cute, keeho”

you end up taking over the kitchen and cooking all the food instead

the last activity for his ideal date would be doing his makeup

keeho knows how you’ve always wanted to do his makeup

so he lets you you sit in his lap while you do his makeup

you use black gel eyeliner, soft pink blush, and bright red lipstick on him

it was quite The Look

“you look like a clown keeho”

“so do you. except i have makeup on and you don’t”

“okay, fine. i will wipe the lipstick off”

"wait y/n don't wipe it off"

before you can process it,

this mf leans in and give you a kiss on lips

which makes you blush 😳

"now we both look like clowns"

jiung

thanks to jiung, he has the whole day planned out down to the minute

we all know how much jiung loves animals

so jiung would love volunteering at an animal shelter with you

also i feel like he would be passionate about boycotting pet cafes since they are extremely unethical

at the shelter, you guys feed, bathe, and play with the dogs and cats

he giggles when the cats purr at his touch

and cackles when the dogs playfully jump all over him

also jiung hates when you call the animals 'fur babies'

so of course, you keep saying that to annoy him 🥰

"aww, jiung! look at all these cute little fur babies"

"wtf why do you keep calling them that"

"well, pets are fur babies and children are skin dogs"

"i don't think that's how it works but ok"

after cleaning up and leaving the shelter,

you guys head back to the dorm to bake cookies

jiung would wanna to bake chocolate cookies since he LOVES chocolate cookies

he also makes you wear disposable gloves and an apron because they make it easier to clean up the mess later on

"jiung, what do you wanna do while we wait for the cookies to bake?"

but he just blankly stares straight ahead and doesn't reply to you

"jiung?? what's on your mind?"

finally, jiung realizes you’re talking to him

"oh- it's nothing."

the truth is, jiung was thinking about something

he was daydreaming about the day you guys can get a pet together 🥺

what kind of pet would you guys get? a dog? cat? bunny? something else? what would you name him/her?

when the cookies are done, he insists that you take the first bite

ok but jiung is the type of boyfriend to lightly blow on a cookie to cool it down and then feed it to you, closely watching your reaction 😭

#p1harmony #p1h #p1harmony x reader #p1h x reader #p1harmony imagines #p1h imagines #p1harmony fics #p1h fics #p1harmony scenarios #p1h scenarios #p1harmony reactions #p1h reactions #p1harmony headcanons #p1h headcanons #p1harmony fluff #p1h fluff #p1harmony theo #p1h theo #p1harmony keeho #p1h keeho #p1harmony jiung #p1h jiung #theo fluff #keeho fluff #jiung fluff #theo x reader #keeho x reader #jiung x reader #keeho imagines #jiung imagines

[adoresobs]

- play pretend! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

@heartbreakgirlisagoodsongcalum​: hey 🥺 i fuckin love ur writing 😭 can u PLEASE do a lil enemies to lovers pretend dating thing like even tho u guys hate each other you and Timmy pretend to be together to make y/n's crush jealous but then they end up falling for each other? idk if this makes sense but yeah :)

THIS FIC CONTAINS fluff? fake dating, timothée being cocky & he reader’s crush = james

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

part one | part two

timothée got under your skin in a way no one else could. it was like everything he did annoyed you. you just wanted him to close his mouth and keep it that way for as long as he lived. you put up with him because he was good friends with your good friends. whenever you went out, there he was. every time he greeted you, there was some sarcastic remark, or an insult mixed with it. you couldn't stand him.

tonight was no different than other nights. 

you met your friends at a club, instantly greeting them when you walked inside. you shot timothée a glance, not bothering to say hello to him. he wasn’t bothered by it since it was a normal thing. you two didn’t speak to each other unless he wanted to annoy you and vice versa. 

the night carried on, you and your friends had a blast, taking shots and dancing most of the night. that was until you finally needed a break, your feet were killing you. you stumbled over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools, ordering a drink when someone slid into the stool next to you.

you turned your head slightly to see who it was and there was timothée, also ordering a drink. you decided to ignore and not engage in conversation with him, not really craving a headache at that moment. 

“surprised you haven’t pushed me off the stool yet.” timothée started up a conversation, something you wanted to prevent. 

“trust me, later on this night you’re gonna say some stupid shit and i’m gonna want to.” you shot back which only made him chuckle.

“didn’t know you hated me that much, y/n.”

“learn something new every day, right?”

“ouch, that one hurt. you could’ve denied it, save me the heartache?”

“aww, poor baby. i prefer honesty, sorry if you don’t.” 

timothée stayed silent after your comment, his eyes scanning over you. it made you shift, wanting to get up and leave. you were about to speak up about the way he was obviously checking you out until you heard someone call your name.

your head turned and so did your body, facing away from timothée and that was when you spotted james. you’d be friends for a few months, flirting was something you did regularly. you weren’t sure if he liked you or if he was just extremely friendly.

“james! what a nice surprise.” you greeted, immediately giving him a smile. timothée raised a brow at your immediate enthusiasm when you saw james. he would’ve rolled his eyes if he was sure no one would’ve saw him.

“it’s nice to see you! you look great.” timothée wasn’t sure if he cringed, gagged, or both at james’ attempt at flirting with you. it, however, looked like you were enjoying it by the way your smile widened. 

“i could say the same fo-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence when a blonde came up and wrapped her arms around james. “there you are, baby! was looking for you.” she said. baby? 

“y/n, right, this is my girlfriend.” james introduced you. you had to stop your mouth from dropping at the word girlfriend. he has a girlfriend.

“oh...oh! it’s, uh, great to meet you. you two look adorable together.” you complimented, trying your best not to seem upset.

“don’t we?” the blonde said, giving you what seemed to be a fake smile.

“and...and there’s someone i want you to meet!” you made up, making james’ head tilt.

“yeah, who?” he asked.

you turned around, eyes meeting timothée’s. “this is my boyfriend, timothée!”

timothée stared at you, almost not catching on at first. “oh! yeah, that’s me.” he looked up towards james and his girlfriend, sending them a smile. they shook hands and the blonde just seemed to be relieved.

after introductions, james was pulled away by his girlfriend which you weren’t complaining about. you felt like an idiot and now, you felt like an even bigger one for bringing timothée into your lie. letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, you chugged down the rest of your drink, cringing at the bitter taste.

when you looked back at timothée, he was smirking at you. god, you wanted to wipe it off of his mouth. 

“so, boyfriend huh?” 

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