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sincerlycas · 1 year

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handle that.

summary: plug eren takes his girl out to the mall after working overtime for the past days but gets into a run in and y/n gets the repercussions.

warning: plug eren, bad bitch y/n, black y/n, drugs, gun, toys, backseat sex, slight rough sex, full nelson, mature scenes, etc.

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see one thing eren hated more than anything was being away from his girl for too long. it’s not like he wanted to be away from his favorite lady but he has a job and it’s a supply and demand thing. driving towards your apartment eren thought of what he should get you as an apology. not only was he not able to be with you but he was also ignoring your texts.

he was being bombarded with texts from clients and suppliers that he really couldn’t even sit for a second to send you a simple hey. but not today, today he was going to hang out and spoil his girl no matter what.

“hey mamas give me a kiss” leaning forward to give him a quick peck after seating in the passenger seat the turning your body away from him while fixing your skirt. “really y/n?” gripping your face eren turned you to look at him in the eyes. “mamas you know I’ve been working overtime there’s no need to act like this.” rolling your eyes you moved his hand off your face and looked out the window. “so busy you can’t even text a bitch ‘good morning’ ‘how are you’ ‘i love you’ or a simple ‘I won’t be able to text much I’m working overtime’ ?!” turning your head to look at him with a mean mug. you knew he was working so he could be able to spoil you like he always has but you still wanted his attention is that so hard?!

“y/n now you’re acting like a brat because you know damn well I didn’t have the time too so shut this shit down right now before you have sum coming for you. and put on the damn seatbelt imma take you shopping.” starting the car eren shook his head knowing you had every right to act how you acted but he wasn’t putting up with it today. biting your lip you grabbed the seatbelt and buckled up listening to him because quite frankly you loved when he spoke like that.

feeling a hand on your thigh you turn to look down at see eren rubbing between your thighs comfortably. rubbing his hands you look at the tattoos he had on them one specifically being a red inked tattoo of your birthdate located on his middle finger which was sporting your guys matching promise rings. “mamas you know id never deliberately ignore you.” stopping the car in the mall parking lot eren turned to rub the side of your face with his thumb while his hand rubbed the back of your neck.

“mhm” nodding your head you rubbed his arm as you leaned forward over the console and gave him the kiss he wanted. “atta girl” slapping your ass eren pulled back from the kiss and got out the car and helped you out and walked into the mall hand in hand with you.

“where to next ma?” holding bags from Chanel to Gucci eren carried them as he followed you mindlessly to each store you wanted to go to. “hmm how bout Sephora?” turning around to face him catching him staring at your ass you laughed. “nigga are you even listening to me?” looking up at you eren let out a hm? which told you your answer. “I said let’s go Sephora pa” hooking your arm with his you leaned your head on his shoulder as y’all continued walking with each other.

“y/n?! that you?!” turning around to see who called you and spot it was one of the guys you used to hang with but dropped him since he was acting weird. “oh hey jay” waving hi at him then turned on your heel to walk away but was interrupted by Jay stopping you and asking for a hug. you didn’t think nothing of it because you guys did used to hang with each other. giving him a hug as he asked but then you felt a large slap on your ass and two hands gripping it. “damn your ass still fat like I remembered”.

before you could let a word out eren punched the guy right in the face while you were still hugging him causing the guy to fall back while letting you tumble to the side. “eren- .” trying to stop eren by grabbing his shirt to which he moved you aside and grabbed ol boy and slammed him on the wall. “who tf you think you touchin like that huh?” landing another blow to his face eren gripped Jay by the collar not letting up. “m-my bad man I ain’t know” “you ain’t know? you didn’t see her holding onto me the whole time or what?” eren pressed the guy harder into the wall causing any bystanders to be blinded from what he was finna do.

pressing the cold gun against the guy’s abdomen eren looked at him straight in the eye “you gone apologize to her then you gone get tf on and speak nothin of this igh?” nodding frantically Jay moved aside and went to apologize to you then jogged off.

shocked you looked at eren who was grabbing your bags then went and grabbed your hand as well exiting the mall with you and making you guys hop back in the car.

starting the car eren stayed silent while you tried to process what happened. “eren wtf is your issue, I know what that guy did was wrong but you shouldn’t have caused a major scene like that if you were there for a second later you could’ve gotten arrested-“

“y/n does it look like I give a fuck about that shit right now?”

jerking your head back at his words you pushed the side of his head not giving a fuck if he was driving. “nigga remember who the fuck you talking to cuz I’m not the one remember that.” automatically after saying that eren swerved the car around and headed towards a empty parking lot nearby the house and parked. “get in the back y/n.” eren unbuckled his seatbelt and turned towards you waiting for you to talk back to him again, to which you did.

“ion even know why you’re acting like this bruh you’re trippin” rolling your eyes you sat down still. “y/n another man just slapped your ass but I’m supposed to be akeke ajaja? fuck no, let alone the fact you literally hugged his ass knowing why the hell you dropped him in the first place. you’re not fucking innocent so stop fucking playing with and get your ass in the fucking back !!”

staring at eren you saw how angry he seemed and decided to let him win this time because you knew If you kept trying him it would just get worse. “mmcht” sucking your teeth at him you took off your heels and moved into the back. while sitting down with your arms crossed, you stared at eren through the car mirror to which he looked back while lighting a blunt and began speaking while staying in his spot in the drivers seat. “mamas- I buy you shoes, dresses, jewelry, I pay for your nails and hair, I fuck you good, I cater you with everything and all I ask is for you to listen to me without running that spoiled ass mouth of yours and you can’t even do that” taking a inhale from the blunt while leaning his head back.

“that’s fine because that ends today imma teach yo ass a lil sum.”

that lil sum he was referring to was making you go through misery. “keep them legs spread or imma make hold your nut.” currently you were ridded from your skirt and your back leaning against the car door with your legs spread wide and cunt on display. “fuckkk~ eren please~” eren held a black bullet vibrator to your clit on the highest setting while scissoring your hole with two fingers. “please nothing shut that shit up” closing your thighs on his hand while closing your eyes and arching your back off the door shaking from cumming again. “y/n.. I know you didn’t cum without my permission, I’m seeing things right?” slamming your legs back open eren looked down to see you leaking.

“your spoiled slutty ass don’t listen for shit- now look you’re ruining my seats !” taking his fingers out your cunt and sliding them into his mouth while looking at you “you lucky you taste good.” whining you feel eren slide in slowly while putting one of your legs on his shoulder. “f-fuck~ pull some out renn~” pushing his stomach with your hand you teared up from how much pressure was being put on your g-spot and right after your orgasm. “move your hand move your mf hand.” slapping your hand from his stomach and dragging you to lay fully on the seat he wasted no time and thrusting into you harshly while holding onto one of your tits.

“e-erennn~!! give my pussy a breakk~” moaning loudly into his ear as he laid on top of you gripping the car door behind you pounding down into your hole with no chance of slowing down. “don’t act like you can’t take dick mamas, I’ve trained this pussy more than enough for you to be acting like you can’t , so you can stop acting up and take daddy’s dick?” biting your lip while wrapping your legs around him and nodding your head yes.

smiling down at you eren fixed your hair to move it away from you face and kissed you and sucked on your bottom lip “you’re so gorgeous mamas especially when you spread out for me like this.” kissing the side of your face eren leaned up off you and bringing both your legs to rest on one shoulder and started hitting deeper than before while pinching at your clit and occasionally adding the vibrator onto it.

“ohh shittt~!! eren n-no more~!! I can’t take it anymore~” pushing against his chest while squirting up onto his stomach and your thighs. laying there huffing and puffing eren watched as your eyes rolled in the back of your head while you squirted and smiled.

“alright I’ll give you a break ma, but when we get to that house you better be ready”.

fixing his clothes before he got out the car eren made it back to the driver seat but not before he shoved another vibrator into you and tied your hands together with his belt to prevent you from taking it out. the whole ride home all eren heard was muffles of his name and moans and those sounds were better than any song being played in the radio.

upon arriving to the house eren covered you with a blanket and took you out the car and carried you to the room. “t-t-take it out~” laying down on the bed naked and legs spread wide open with the vibrator still buzzing inside you. “why should I? I’m still not done punishing you because I know right after this is over you’re gonna still act like a spoiled bitch.” squeezing at your thighs eren leaned over you and took the belt off you hands and sucked at you nipples. “I p-promise I won’t, I’ll be good~”

chuckling at your words eren licked his lips and tugged at your nipple. “you’ll be good mamas?” “I’ll be good daddy” “that’s nice to hear ma but imma still fuck this pussy of yours up.”

biting your lip and tearing up knowing your pussy is going to be domestically abused.

today eren was feeling a little different so while putting the lit blunt back between his lips he put you in a full nelson and started fucking up into you with no mercy ! “o-o-omggg~!! why are you fucking me like thisss~!!” arching your back off him you squirted yet again while shaking on him. reaching his hand in front of you he quickly rubbed your clit in harsh circles to prolong your orgasm. “don’t act like you don’t know why- fuckkk~ I’m cumming~” gripping onto your neck and jackhammering up into your cunt eren cummed inside then calmed down after. taking the blunt of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face eren spoke “you gone behave now?” nodding frantically not wanting to continue with your pussy being sore.

“that’s what I thought, try me again and imma handle that.”

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lilacheavenn · 3 months

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lookin dolly, i think i may go out tonight - r.c x f!reader

summary: rafe with his little pink princess !! except she's feeling a bit bratty . aka: rafe gets jealous and has to let you know you're a bratty little slut !!

warnings: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, hyperfem!reader, "childish" reader ish, possessiveness, mention of alcohol and drugs, semi-public sex, fingering, head (f!recieving), hickies, mention of gun (never seen or used), daddy kink

word count: 1489

a/n: hi guys !!! tysm for all the support on my first writing <33 i hope u guys love this one too !! also, requests are open so feel free to send in some for blurbs !

"can you please hurry up . don't know how hard it is for you to fuckin' pick a dress and move ." rafe griped .

you'd been facetiming all your friends to ask for suggestions (and reject them all), and rafe was fed up . he'd known tonight would be a good night for business at topper's party, but thanks to you, he's losing potential customers .

" 's not that simple, rafey ! can't pick between these two . jus need to decide my skirt n then i'll be set, okay ? " you pouted and leaned to kiss his lips with glossy pink lips .

rafe's face curled in disgust at the sticky gloss, but he made no effort to wipe it off .

"what's even the fuckin' difference . same shit . " he grumbled, laying back down on your pink bed adorned with stuffed animals .

"yr' such a man, rafey . obviously, this one is more reddish pink 'n this is more purply pink ! " you rolled your eyes and stared again at the skirts . " hmm , think i'll wear that new white one instead, s that good, baby ? " you asked again .

" yea, yea that's good, babe . can we get goin' now ? " he replied hurriedly .

" kay, thank you ! " you quickly pulled on the skirt, sensing rafe's rush . " m ready ! can you please carry my purse to the car , rafey ? gotta reapply my lipstick since you stole so much of it ! " you giggled at the pink stain that had yet to leave rafe's lips still .

rafe grumbled but still grabbed your little white purse . definitely not for you, definitely because he just needed to get to the party quickly . he pushed your ass into his truck and buckled your seatbelt as you sprayed your perfume once more .

the drive wasn't long, but it gave you just enough time to finish talking about all the new drama in your social circle to rafe . who fucked who's boyfriend, who got sent to rehab, who's parents are getting a divorce . rafe just nodded his head , replying with " ohh "s or " wow no way "s when necessary, and you ate it up .

when you both finally reached kelce's house, rafe opened your door for you and helped you down with your cute sandal heels . you both walked in and parted ways almost immediately . rafe reminded you about not taking drinks from strangers and sticking with your friends, and you just rolled your eyes having heard this spiel over a hundred times . rafe headed to an isolated balcony to start selling his baggies of coke . you, of course, headed to the dance floor to see your friends !

after two hours of dancing and taking shots with your friends , your head was hazy and your body felt loose . so you didn't pay any mind when your friends started drifting further away and you were left dancing near a stranger who's eyes kept flitting down to the deep cut of your top . but rafe did . rafe's eyebrows pinched together when he made his way downstairs from the balcony to grab a drink . his night had been great; he'd been selling to customers back to back, and no one had started shit with him .

rafe fully descended the stairs, pushing his way through the crowd on the makeshift dance floor to reach you and the stranger who's eyes had now moved to the curve of your ass .

" you like the view , you fuckin' bitch ? " you heard a familiar voice curse out behind you .

you turned, halting your dancing, but smiled widely when you saw rafe . your mind was so hazy, nothing said to the stranger was getting through . all you could understand was how hot rafe looked mad .

" rafe ! come on, let's dance ! " you slurred out .

" woah man, i didn't know she was taken . no need to get mad . " the other guy said while holding his hands up and back away from the situation .

" yea you better fuckin' walk away 'fore i shoot you bitch . " rafe snarled out at the stranger shaking his head and scoffing, and quickly leaving you view .

" rafe ! what the heck ! why're you bein' so rude to strangers ? " you asked, tugging on his polo . " 'n don't be talkin' bout your gun in public . " you whispered the last part .

" maybe i won't if you stop shakin' your ass in tiny skirts 'round everybody like a damn whore . " he scoffed as he dragged you by your upper arm .

he led you confidently through the house, passing guest rooms occupied by people just like the two of you .

" c'mon rafey ! you know i never meant to ! hey, where're you takin' me ! " you screeched out while pouting and smacking rafe's strong bicep .

" takin' you to learn your damn lesson is where . " he pushed you gently by the center of your back into an empty little bathroom .

rafe slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it as he trapped your hips in between his and the sink counter . his eyes bored into yours through the mirror, and you could immediately sense his displeasure, even when you were drunk .

keeping his eyes locked on yours, he slowly bunched your skirt on your hips, grazing your ass underneath . your eye cotact broke when he peered down to see your thin, white cotton panties soaked through with your arousal .

" oh you've been leakin' all night, haven't you honey ? " he asked with faux empathy .

you just nodded your head , not realizing he couldn't see you , and relished in the attention he was giving your ass . rafe pinched the side of your thigh to remind you to use your words .

" mhm, yes rafey, been needin' you all night . " you replied with a twinge of whine in your voice .

rafe roughly pulled down your little thong, shoving it into his pocket after you stepped out of them .

" my poor girl, had to go show herself off to other men cause daddy was busy, huh ? " his cooed as his fingers began collecting your wetness with one hand, the other holding onto your thigh .

" please, please daddy, no more teasing . been needin' it all night, please . " you whined out, not having his antics anymore .

" don't fuckin care . you should've known it was comin, doll . wearin little things for other men like some kind of slut, aren't you ? " rafe cooes out as he slides one finger into your cunt slowly .

your legs almost buckle, but rafe's arm around your waist keeps you held up . he moves his finger in and out of your cunt, quickening his pace once you've adjusted . rafe adds his long ring finger along with his ring finger, stretching your walls further .

" daddy ! so good, so good daddy . " you moan loudly, scrunching your eyes closed .

" i know baby, daddy's so good to you . i'm always so good to you, workin hard 'n buyin you good shit . makin' you feel like a goddamn princess, yea baby ? " rafe's eyes were locked in on your pussy holding onto his two fingers .

he was in his own world, rambling on about how good he is to you and what a hardworker he is all while being mesmerized by how your pussy kept a tight hold on him .

" rafe, daddy, please . please more ! 'm so close , almost there daddy, please ! " you whined out as you felt your climax coming closer .

" c'mon baby, be good and cum all over my fingers, you got it " rafe encouraged you with his words and two thick fingers .

" cumming ! cumming , daddy ! " you squealed out as your orgasm washed over you .

your legs shook uncontrollably as rafe's fingers worked you through your orgasm , slowly pumping into your cut until they finally pulled out completly .

" good girl , such a good girl creamin' all over my cock , yea ? " rafe said as he ran his big hands up and down your hips and legs to soothe you .

" r-rafe... " your moaned out blissfully .

" shhh , i know angel "

rafe stood from his position , locking eyes with you in the mirror then pushing his head into your neck and hair to kiss you . he kept one hand on your waist and the other on the nape of your neck to hold you into place .

" y' did good , babe . always so good for me . " he reassured you . "just don't be pullin' no more stunts like that anymore , aight ? "

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scoonsalicious · 16 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 21, Unacceptable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 947

Previously On...: Bucky confronted Steve when he thought you two slept together. It got... ugly.

A/N: Last part of Chapter 21! We're off to Atlantic City, baby!

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“That was pure evil,” Sam said as you both buckled your seatbelts in the convertible you’d be using for the mission. “I knew you were a genius, Baby Girl, but damn! Didn’t realize it was evil genius! Remind me never to get on your bad side!”

You smiled and shrugged, adjusting your hair in the visor mirror and putting on a pair of sunglasses. “Serves them right, acting like I’m a fucking piece of property either one of them can claim ownership of. I hope they break each other’s noses.”

Sam laughed as he pulled the car out of the Tower’s underground parking garage and onto the city street. “We got about a two and a half hour drive,” he said. “What do you feel like listening to?”

You were prevented from answering by the sound of Cherry Pie by Warrant filling the car. You both looked around for a moment before you realized it was coming from your phone. You picked it up, staring at the screen in confusion when you saw Tony’s name flash across the screen.

“You asshole, did you hack my phone?” you asked, putting him on speaker, “Because this was certainly not your ringtone.”

“Can you blame an old man for feeling nostalgic?” Tony asked, and you could hear the grin in his voice. “Did Cap give you my message?”

“Yes,” you said, eying Sam, “and Sam was very hurt when you called him ‘birdbrain.’” Sam did his best to stifle his laugh.

You could practically hear Tony roll his eyes. “Yeah, well Rogers needs to learn not to repeat everything word for word. Listen, kiddo, I meant what I said about visiting, though. You need anything, anything at all while you’re gone, you call me, okay? I can be there before you even hang up the phone.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Jesus, Tony. I’m not a child, and Sam’ll have my back. I know I’m not a mighty Avenger like the rest of you, but I’m not incompetent. I’ve been trained–”

“Whoa, whoa,” Tony interrupted you, “that’s not why I’m worried. Not at all. I know you can more than handle yourself. Hell, I’d send you on this mission solo– that’s how much faith I have in your abilities.” You smiled unexpectedly at that. “I’m concerned about how this mission’s going to affect you mentally and emotionally, given your–”

You immediately took him off speaker and held the phone to your ear as he continued “--history. We’re dealing with missing women who are likely being trafficked for sex. If that’s not gonna be a potential trigger for you, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m not fragile, Boss,” you said, your voice softer now. In all the turmoil you’d gone through since finding out about Bucky and Carthage, you honestly hadn’t given much consideration to what the mission might mean to you on a psychological level. “I never said you were, kiddo. I know you’re strong. But, this is a lot. You’ve just been dealt a major blow because of Barnes and I’m putting you back in a position that’s a lot closer to your old life than you’ve been living in a long, long time. You’ve come so far, and, well, I guess I’m concerned that I’m doing you more harm than good by sending you backwards.”

“Thanks, Tony,” you murmured, touched that he was still looking out for you, even from a distance. “That means a lot.”

“Just promise me– if it gets to be too much, if at any point you're struggling, you’ll tell me. I’ll pull you out, mission be damned.”

“But Boss,” you interjected, “these women need our help! We can’t just–”

“I know that, Pocket,” he countered, “and we will help them. But I’m not going to risk your mental wellbeing to do it. If it gets to be too much, we’ll pull you out, and we’ll find another way. Trust me.”

Your trust was running in short supply these days, but if there was one person who had never failed you, had never let you down, and was deserving of all the trust you had to offer, it was Tony Stark. “Yeah, okay,” you eventually agreed. “I promise. If it gets to be too much for me, I’ll let you know.”

“Good,” said Tony, and you knew he’d probably expected more of a fight from you, but you were too mentally exhausted to put one up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I promised Pepper I’d do a stopover in Havana on my way home from Belize and pick up this massage oil she absolutely loves. See, it warms up when you–”

“Good bye, Tony,” you laughed, ending the call before he could go into further nauseating detail. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. You noticed Sam glancing over at you. “What?” you asked him.

“Nothin’” he said, eyes back on the road. “Just think it’s sweet how much Tony cares about you, that’s all. I knew you two were close, like brother and sister, but I never saw it in action before. It’s nice.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised he hadn’t jumped to the typical conclusions people came to when they considered your relationship. “Yeah, he’s really been the best.”

“So, how did you two meet, anyway?” Sam asked as the two of you pulled onto the highway. “I know Tony said the strip club, but I figure there’s got to be more to it than that. If you don’t mind sharing, that is. I mean, we still have two hours of driving left to do.”

You chuckled. “Nah, it’s alright– I don’t mind telling you. It’s actually kind of a funny story…”

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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FORGIVENESS. — aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: 2.1k

WARNING: dirty talk (sho has the filthiest mouth ever :O), choking (brief), manhandling, slapping, face-grabbing, degradation/humiliation, semi-public sex, frottage, blowjob mention, creampie, ruined orgasm

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, cunt, pussy (even though these terms are used the readers genitals are ambiguous)

a/n: UMM I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE…….. DIALOGUE no one talks about how embarrassing it is to write this stuff outtttt my face is burning

“I just want to know why.” Aizawa says, hunched over with his hands in his pockets. You can see how tense his shoulders are, and the furrow of his brows almost makes you want to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. In the middle of Musutafu’s central police station, you sit in an uncomfortably stiff chair that digs into your thighs, the plastic all but holding you in place. It wasn’t even your fault— Okay, maybe throwing the first punch was your fault. And ignoring Shouta’s dire instructions to stay out of trouble. And maybe you deserve a slap on the wrist for instigating….But what was a broken leg to a regeneration quirk?

And maybe the whole argument-in-front-of-the-police thing wasn’t very smart either. So what, you’re a big boy. You can handle yourself, you don’t need Shouta’s saving.

“He’ll live.” Is all you say, watching Shouta’s jaw clench. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he nods once, crossing his arms over his chest. Through his black shirt, though baggy, you can see the swell of his biceps as they rest on his opposing knuckles. And because you just can’t help yourself, you grumble, “Bitch deserved it anyway.”

“Right..” He laughs, almost in disbelief, as he signs something you can’t quite make out at the reception table. Then he turns to you and grabs your arm, tightening his grip as he walks you out the station. You have the urge to run, to scramble out of his grasp and go as far as your legs will take you. To your left, a police officer looks ready to ask you more questions but he’s interrupted before he can even take an opening breath. “He’s with me, I got it handled.”

You’re fucked.

“Airheaded little boys and bars don’t mix,” He makes a passing comment, opening the passenger's seat to his car and hastily pushing you in. Usually, the casual dominance of his large, veiny hands buckling your seatbelt for you would have you swooning, raising your chin to steal a kiss on his stubbled cheek with a saccharine smile. Instead, you turn your head away, watching Shouta close the door and briskly walk to the driver’s seat, and from there he sits with bristle, moving his hair out of his handsome face. His eyes remain heavy-lidded, dark circles cascading into deep shadows around his tired eyes. “Do you—“

“I know you can’t say the same for yourself, but I handle myself just fine.” You feel quite proud of yourself for that one, crossing your arms over your chest and setting your jaw— just like you’d seen the hero do before.

“Aht, what do I always say about speaking over me?” Aizawa’s grip on your jaw tightens, squeezing your cheeks and pushing your lips together. You look much sweeter like this, quiet and anticipating as you look at him with wide eyes. His dark eyes are even darker, stone cold and unrelenting— but you can see a trickle of red light gleam through them. “Repeat it.”

“‘M’not sh’posed sh’to…” And part of you wants to ignore how the sadistic quirk of his lips upturns as you speak, but the brat in you just can’t let it go. You roll your eyes, averting your gaze as if the traffic lights are the most entertaining things you’ve seen in a while.

“Oh, so you can listen,” You just choose not to. His grip loosens as he pulls out the parking lot, driving in silence.

Save for the occasional blinker signal sound as he drives— wherever you’re going isn’t home, you’d realized after a particularly sharp turn into a vacant lot. During the drive, Aizawa seems to have collected himself, his long, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that trickled down his shoulders. Evidently, he didn’t want to drive angry, and most certainly didn’t want to punish you while angry. “Need me to pound some sense into you, baby? Knock those bratty thoughts right outta that pretty head of yours?”

A high whine threatens to escape your throat, Shouta reaching over to grab your throat and nip at your lips, trailing hot, wet kisses and bites down to your chin and throat. He seems to move your body so easily, manhandling you into the perfect position to be used, into positions that have you whining and moaning like a slut. Your legs spread across his lap, and had his seat not been lowered, you’d surely have smacked your head into the ceiling.

It’s embarrassing, all it takes is a few kisses and bites to have you rutting in his arms, desperate to blow off steam and even more desperate for him. Aizawa’s hands rest at your hips, holding you down while he grinds into you slowly, like he’s fucking you, save for the layers of clothes in the way. You click your tongue, fingers exploring the dark sea of hair framing his face. You go to pull, wrapping the locks around your fingers, but your efforts are fruitless.

“You wanna touch? That’s cute. Ask for it, I know you can use your manners, gonna ask to touch me, baby?” He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and gruff and stern. It’s completely rhetorical, he’s demanding you ask. The low purr of his voice sends shivers down your spine, instinctively you move to touch between your thighs, to feel pressure where you need it, but you can’t.

Because Shouta stops you with his stupidly large and strong hands. Because Shouta’s gaze is stern and downright scary. Because Shouta’s dick could be inches down your throat by now, had you just been a good boy, and the promise of that in the future makes you want to pause. Still, you groan, because how dare he deprive you of his dick. How dare he let you sit there, drooling for it and whiney as if that’s not evidence enough.

“You just needed some attention, didn’t you?” Aizawa purrs, unbuttoning your clingy jeans and pulling them past the swell of your ass to place a harsh smack straight across it. You jerk forward, face falling into his shoulder as he laughs at you, condescending and evil and mean. “Needed Daddy to hold your hand, whisper a few pretty words in your ears and give that greedy pussy a stern talkin’ to.”

“Don’t— don’t call it that,” You whisper, weak in the knees and your limbs feel like jello.

“Why not? That’s what it is, isn’t it? Always so ready and pretty, always aching for Daddy’s tongue, fingers.. his cock. Got a perfect pussy on my boy, don’t I? S’a perfect fit.”

His dick springs to life, through the fly of his comfortable pants and twitching against his matching black sweatshirt. Your mouth waters, watching as the brown-pink tip leaks precum, a particularly pretty vein disappearing into the head and wrapping around his shaft. You want to trace it with your tongue, drool all over it and have him force it down your throat while you cry and moan. Knowing Shouta, he’d pinch your nose and watch you struggle to breathe with a sweet smile on his face.

You can hear the faint click of the center console organizer closing, and the loud squelch of lube pouring, but you don’t expect the cool sensation of it being rubbed into your skin. It feels nice against the blazing smack from earlier, but all you can think of is how obscene you must look, whining in your Daddy’s arms while he prods at your hole and squeezes handfuls of your ass. Cool air brushes against your hole, you’re spread out for anyone to see, back arched while you push back on his fingers and moan like a whore.

“Such a greedy hole,” Shouta tuts, smacking your ass once more as a warning to get you to stop moving. You both know if he wanted to he could simply grab your hips, hold you in place and finger your brains out, but he wants you to keep your composure yourself. You said it, anyways. You can handle yourself just fine. “Gonna let me fuck this cunt stupid, baby? Stretch you out like you need it. Don’t rush.”

His fingers curl inside you, moans bubbling in your throat as your hips buck forward, your front clothed and aching. Your eyes roll back, a knot forming in your stomach as your abdomen clenches and his fingers thrust into the same sweet spot over and over and over. You mewl and cry, blabbering nonsense into his ears while he nips at your cheek, calling you a slut for liking this so much, for trying to take his fingers deeper, even once they’ve reached the final knuckle.

“Never. Fuckin’. Satisfied.” He enunciates with particularly sharp thrusts before slowly sliding his fingers out of you, feeling your hole wink around nothing, empty once again. He wipes the remaining lube on his fingers onto your face, watching as your watery eyes blink in delayed confusion. He smiles, sadistically sweet before slapping you across the cheek and pushing his fingers into your mouth, watching your lips curl into a dopey smile. Still, you’re empty.

Too empty.

“Wait.. wait.. Sho’, wan’ more.. c‘mon, give it t’me, please! I can— M’your good boy, m’a good boy..” You sob, wailing in his cock as he pushes his head against your hole. You wriggle down, watching as his strong hands tighten around your waist. He holds you there, thrusting up into your hole to use you like a fleshlight, groaning as your warmth wraps around his big dick, and kisses his tip with velvet.

You squeal, eyes scrunched closed as he raises you up and down as if you weigh nothing, an aching burn in your thighs as you struggle to push down onto his cock.

“Shut up, if they catch you taking a Pro-Hero’s dick like some whore that’s all you’ll ever be known for,” He gasps, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside you through the side-view mirror. Sticky precum holds you two together, making a particularly sloppy sound when he pulls out completely, then slams back in. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna be passed around at an agency, see how many loads you can take in that fuckin’ cunt.”

“M’sorry, Shou— M’sorry Daddy, please..!”

“You’ll take what I give you, brat,” His thrusts grow sluggish and sloppy as you crash into him and pant in his ear, tears streaming down your pretty face as every coherent thought leaves your brain. All you can muster out are jumbled pleas, toes curling as you grab his shirt— how slutty you must look while he’s still fully clothed. “You can handle yourself, right? You’ll cum on this dick with no hands, let Daddy fuck a load into you while you cum since you think you’re such a big boy.”

The knot in your abdomen tightens, your hole fluttering around his cock as Shouta moans, and you feel your body shutter as it briefly goes numb. You’re cumming, your head falls forward as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing in his lap with tiny, “Uh, uh, uh”‘s. Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock impossibly deep until you feel warmth flood your stomach, but before you can ride the high of getting your release, Shouta shoves you down at the hilt of his dick, pumping rope after rope inside you.

You want to cry, ball your hands into fists and beat at his chest because of course, you’re not allowed to cum. Of course, your orgasm is ruined and he gets to huff out satisfied breaths.

So mean.

“I know,” He sighs, breathless and tired as he slowly lifts you off his cock, hissing at the sensitivity. You let him do it, clawing at his shirt with a newfound lack of strength, whining as he catches the cum leaking out of you and pushes it back into your spent hole. He squeezes your ass one last time before pulling your pants and underwear back up, buttoning your jeans as if he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you high and dry. “I’m so mean, so mean. I’ll make it up to you.”

Too fucked out to say anything, you let him situate you back in the passengers seat, watching as he buckles your seatbelt for you. Whining, you grab his wrist, letting a sleepy smile grace your lips as he kisses your cheek. You had a lot to talk about once you got home, but he’d let you sleep for now.

“Brat.” He hums, nothing but love in his voice.

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sunlightmurdock · 5 months

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could we get that idea about dbf Jake picking you up from a shitty date maybe? 👀😬

sorry ignore the sound of me screaming it’ll stop eventually bc yess we absolutely can!!

Like I’m imagining that after a really close call, like a really close call involving you having to hide in Jake’s closet in nothing but a g-string while Jake desperately tried to get rid of your drunk father (who had argued with your mother and wanted to crash at Jake’s place for the night), you and Jake had called things quits. It was mutual in the sense that you both had agreed, and mutual in the sense that you were equally miserable without each other.

so just imagine exactly how bad this date would have had to be for you to call Jake… pretty bad. The guy had seemed really nice when you first met him through mutual friends. He had a good job and was funny, not bad looking.

But then you had sat down to dinner with him, and suddenly he was a pig. He didn’t give a damn about a thing you had to say, his jokes were stale and his intentions were clear. He just wanted to fuck. You had tried to brush him off politely, not wanting a fight.

He had picked one anyway. You had a bad feeling about trying to go home by yourself, so, you’d done the first thing you could think of and had texted Jake.

Your date called you a bitch, and a few other choice names, and you had rushed out to Jake’s car with no intention of ever seeing that asshole ever again.

At first, Jake hadn’t known what to say. He had just looked across at you, all dolled up in that pretty dress, and that devastated look on your face. Then, he had wordlessly pulled away from the curb and started the journey home in silence. It was a while before he decided how to start.

“Are you okay?” He had asked quietly.

You inhale deeply and buckle your seatbelt, staring at the footwell instead of turning your head to look at his face. “I will be. He was just an asshole.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for? — It’s not like you said those things.” You sigh, folding your arms over your chest and watching the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry that you went out with a guy like that,” Jake admits. A muscle in his jaw ticks, the radio plays on between you and he’s got no intention of letting you go home until he says what he needs to say. “I’m sorry that we can’t be together.”

You close your eyes for a moment, thinking of all the times he held you. The ways that he understood you.

He stares ahead at the road, aching in the same way. He still smiles when he thinks about the inside jokes you had. He’s still got the products he bought for you in his bathroom. He’s got the Valentine’s Day card you bought him stashed in his desk at work, for when he has a hard day.

“Yeah, me too.” You agree dejectedly, suddenly wishing you had called a friend instead of Jake. Sitting here with the man who taught you exactly what being loved should feel like, it’s worse than rubbing salt in a wound. It’s like being wounded again, over and over.

Jake swallows softly, glancing across at you. He hesitates, then knocks his blinker and pulls calmly into a gas station.

“Wait here, honey. I’ll just be a second.”

Without looking him in the eye, you nod and start to think about what your love life is going to look like from here on out. How are you supposed to pretend that any guy is ever going to compare to Jake?

While he’s gone, your mind starts to wander back to that night hiding in Jake’s closet. It would have been mortifying if your father had found you, sure. If he was ever going to find out about you and Jake, you would definitely prefer to be clothed when it happened. But, even though he would have been upset, you’re sure he would have gotten over it eventually.

He would have no choice, if he saw the way Jake treated you. If he cared at all about your happiness.

You flinch as the driver’s side door opens again and Jake slides into the seat, with a bouquet of gas station flowers in his hand. Your brows furrow slightly.

“If I’d had more time, I would’ve gone to a florist,” Jake breathes out with a soft shake of his head, passing the mix of flowers across to you. “I’m so sorry about tonight. You deserve a man who knows how special you are.”

Your eyes sting, throat growing tight as you stare at the colours and soft petals in front of you. Finally, you turn your head and look him in the eye for the first time all night. There are a thousand things you could say to him. A hundred more that you need to.

Instead, you sit forwards and press your lips softly to his. It’s not like the first kiss you shared. This one is slow, and chaste, like a goodbye.

But when you pull back and see the way that he’s looking at you, you know that it’s far from it.

#Jake Seresin #dbf!Jake #jake hangman seresin #Jake Seresin smut

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mockerycrow · 7 months

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REV ON THE REDLINE (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

roommate!gaz masterlist — gaz picture credit/source

summary; the first time you were in the car with Kyle was a memorable one. — Kyle is 17/18 in this fic, so the year range is 2011-2014. — 708 words

[WARNINGS; slight heartache, good memories, missing gaz hours.]

WHEN YOU would mention coming to visit Kyle, he absolutely demanded that he would take you on drives with him; in his words, it was a “necessity”. You always laughed—you knew he had a car, worked real hard for it himself and you knew he was proud of it, as this car was his first big purchase. You didn’t see any pictures of the car during your conversations as Kyle claimed you needed to see “the beauty in person”. You imagined yourself pushing the side of his head annoyedly from his stubbornness, making you laugh a bit harder than usual.

What you did not expect is when he came to pick you up from the airport, he arrived in a shiny red convertible. A “2004 Cadillac XLR” is what Kyle said. The interior was well taken care of, the seats were nice and you admit the area surrounding the gear knob being wood was an.. Interesting choice—Kyle told you to take that back, being possessive of his car—but he helped you put his bags in the trunk, and told you to hop in with his classic grin you’ve never gotten sick of.

“Better buckle up, love.” Kyle smirked whilst he clicked in his own seatbelt and adjusted his overhead mirror. You made a face while trying to hold in your laugh which he looked at you and tsk’d, and he swat your arm with the back of his hand. “C’mon, let me have a bit of fun, yeah?” Kyle uttered, which caused you to laugh. You buckled yourself into the passenger’s seat and he started his car.

He turned his headlights on as it was night time and he pulled out of the airport parking lot. You turned on the radio, but you didn’t turn it up too loud. You glanced at him a couple of times as he drove down the road with a mischievous expression; one that widened each time you looked at him. “Kyle..” You said, your voice laced with a warning tone. “What?” Kyle laughed, his thumb tapping against the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was on—it was Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix if you recall right—and you pursed your lips together. “I’m not doin’ anything, sweets.”

You raised an eyebrow and let out an “mhm”, where you clearly did not believe him. The wind blew against your skin as the car went down twists and turns. The car began to slow, approached a red light, pulling up beside another car. You don’t remember the car’s brand, but you do remember that Kyle pointed the car out to you. A familiar song started to play on the radio and your eyes widened when you heard Kyle’s deep chuckle, and you watched as his hand grabbed his gear knob. Your heart dropped to your stomach because he was going to do what he told you he would.

“Kyle, I sweAR TO GOD—” You yell the light turned green, and Kyle bursted out laughing as he revved the car to the redline. What scared you worse is that the car you were next to did the exact same thing. You’re suddenly slammed into your seat as the car takes off down the long stretch of road, which caused you to swear and you desperately grabbed onto anything and everything. “Kyle, ohmygod, you son of a bitch—” You snarled out of fear as you looked in your side mirror, the other car’s headlights rapidly leaving your view. Kyle couldn’t stop laughing as his engine roared, but you were sure your heart was pounding louder than his damn car.

This is one luxury you don’t really have anymore now that Kyle’s in the military. He’s gone all the time. Yes, he still owns that old, red convertible—but it’s in a storage unit. Your heart hurts when the familiar song plays on the radio because you know he’s across the goddamn world and isn’t with you to laugh about him scaring the everliving shit out of you.

You pull up into a gated parking lot that held storage units, singing along to the song that’s playing on your radio. “Hear my motor screamin’ while I’m tearin’ up the street..”

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aae-tuu · 8 months

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POV: Driving

Ft: G. Satoru & G.Suguru (except I have a favorite) (fluff, crack, gn!reader)

Buckle up for this one (literally. remember, seatbelts save lives)

Gojo Satoru:

Haha

no.

Never let this man get behind that fucking steering wheel

There’s a reason ijichi drives him anywhere and everywhere

It’s cause even he knows that he’d wreck havoc on the road

Once that man puts his hands on the steering wheel

Not even god can save you (he’s abandoned you too)

Either drives with both hands on the steering wheel but he’s leaning forward with a huge grin on his face looking like a gremlin as he turns the steering wheel all the fucking way just to take a tiny turn or he leans back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out his open window (still turns the steering wheel all the fucking way just to make a small turn and you all almost flip over)

Uses the keys to only unlock the drivers side, gets in, looks at you locked out, points and laughs, and then unlocks the passenger door

Swerves…a lot

Even when it isn’t necessary

He drives with the confidence of a much more experienced driver

he probably thinks he’s in Fast and Furious

Wants to drive a manual but you don’t even trust him with an automatic so

Tries to do burnouts

Gets bonked by Geto instead

Refuses to listen to any advice you give him

“I’m Gojo Satoru. There’s nothing I can’t do” - Famous last words after you kicked him out of the car and made him walk because last time he said that he crashed the car

Hogs the aux that bitch

Once asked if he could really grab a rope using one of the tires while in the car

This is what happens when you let him drive

(If you can’t watch or the link doesn’t work dw it’s screen recorded and you’ll find it at the bottom)

Don’t ask how he managed to do it

I hope you didn’t eat anything before getting into that car with him

Cause it’s coming right back up

You and geto fight over who gets to sit shotgun

And it’s not

“I want to sit!” “No I do!”

It’s

“You sit!” “No I sat last time!” “Just sit down👹”

Honks at people way too much

He’ll be behind a car and the light is red right

The second

the millisecond

it turns green

He’s honking at the car even if they’re already in the process of going forward

Also check on Geto before he passes out

Geto Suguru:

Only one I’d trust to drive me anywhere

He’s just so…good!

Does that thing where he puts his hand behind your seat to look back and it just ajdosjosks tehehe

Tho

I think he has a lot of suppressed anger that just comes out on the road

Cause there’s dumb drivers (ahemgojoahemhem) that just stress him out

Do not brake check this man please

He will find a way to get past you and do it back in the most petty way possible

Or tailgate him

Do not

It’s for your own good and safety

Sometimes curses under his breath (awooga) at other drivers but never sends a middle finger their way

He’s above that

Actually knows how to swerve smoothly

I think he’d drive a manual

Idk maybe I’m projecting cause I think he’d look hot shifting

(His arms rahsjsoksks)

I imagine him doing that thing where you’re like, “You’re gonna miss the exit!!” and you’re like 3-4 lanes away and he just

Goes for it

And makes it

And he just looks at you with a grin on his face while you’re probably holding on for your life

Will be all cheesy and open the passenger door for you to get in before closing it and walking to his side (if he’s in a good enough mood and he likes you he’ll put the seatbelt on for you too Ugh I wanna smooch him)

You and Gojo literally throw hands to sit shotgun while Geto watches from the drivers seat like

☺️

(He likes the attention)

Also literally has everything in his car??

In the glovebox there’s chargers, tissues, gum, pens, hair clips/ties

Anything you could ever want is there for you to grab, borrow, use whatever

Will let you have the aux (only after being an ass about it to annoy you. he doesn’t actually want it)

If you don’t know how to shift it’s okay

He’ll teach you

Has a small bump on his head from when Gojo turned too hard and he accidentally slammed his head against the part near the window

For those who wanted to see the Gojo video:

HAJSOKS

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gn!reader #I wanna smooch geto #he’s just a little guy #and gojo uh #he can stay the hell away from me #still love him tho😍🤞#(or do i🧌)

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Maybe a little blurb or headcanon on mutual first Valentine’s Day with Rodrick? I’ve never celebrated with anyone and Rodrick gets no bitches so he’d be lost about it all but he tries 🥲

First Valentine's Day (Rodrick Heffley X Reader)

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Summary: It’s your and Rodrick’s first time celebrating Valentine’s Day as not single, and you both don’t really know what to do.

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It really felt like just another day. You were with Rodrick, lying on his bed with him while listening to one of his CDs. He patted the beat of the song on your thigh that was lying across his hips, muttering the lyrics while you looked through one of the magazines he had.

You and Rodrick had been dating for a few months now. This was your first real relationship, and Rodrick’s as well. Although it was still a bit new, you felt comfortable just laying around with him, not needing to talk or do something.

A knock on Rodrick’s door made you jolt, but Rodrick didn’t seem to pay any mind. The door opened, and Susan popped her head into the room.

“Hi, kids!” She said with that signature smile of hers. You smiled at her and said hello back, while Rodrick gave a hum of acknowledgement. “You know, I’m surprised you guys aren’t out right now.”

“Why would we be, Mom?” Rodrick asked, probably waiting for her to shut the door and leave.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rodrick!”

You and your boyfriend glanced at each other confusedly and then looked back at Susan. She looked surprised at your reactions.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” You didn’t have to tell her; it was clear that you had. You and Rodrick never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before, so it didn’t occur to either of you that you were able to do so with each other. “You guys should go out somewhere! Have some fun! But, you know, be safe and be back home by curfew.”

You and Rodrick looked at each other, seeming to have a conversation with just your eyes. There were enough hours left in the day to do something fun, but ideas of what to do exactly didn’t come to mind. There was a chance that Rodrick’s mom would keep pestering you two until you decided to go.

“Wanna go out?” You asked. Rodrick pursed his lips.

“Sure, why not?”

You slipped your shoes on, and the two of you left Rodrick’s room. Susan gave her son some cash, telling you to have fun but not be out too late. Then you left the house and got into Rodrick’s van.

“So…” You buckled your seatbelt and looked at your boyfriend, who was tapping on his steering wheel. “Where should we go?”

He thought for a minute before sighing.

“I dunno.”

The two of you sat in silence, trying to think of an activity that would be worth leaving the comfort of Rodrick’s room. It was so quiet that Rodrick could hear your stomach growl.

“Hungry?” He asked in a teasing voice, laughing as you playfully smacked his arm.

“Shut up.” You tried to sound serious, but a chuckle broke through. “Food, then?”

“Hell yeah.”

***

Rodrick ended up driving to a nearby convenience store, one that he was used to going to with you or his friends. When you hopped out of the van, he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside.

“Mom gave me twenty bucks.” He said, going straight to the slushie machines. You giggled as he unintentionally forced you to pick up your pace, seeing as his legs were longer than yours.

“And we’re gonna spend it all on junk food?” You asked, accepting the large plastic cup that Rodrick grabbed for you.

“Duh!”

Rodrick filled his cup with different blue flavors while you chose red. Then he sped over to the self-serve hot dog station, putting a dog in a bun and covering it with ketchup and mustard. You were a bit more tame with your toppings, grinning at your boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“I think I’m gonna grab some candy or chips or something.” You say, sliding your hot dog over to Rodrick for him to watch.

“Oh!” He caught your attention before you could leave the aisle. His voice was slightly muffled by the bite of the hot dog he had taken. “Can you get me some-”

“Ruffles?” You guessed, knowing those were some of his favorite chips. He nodded. “Yeah, babe. I’ll be right back.”

You skipped a few aisles over, grabbing Rodrick’s chips before deciding what to grab for yourself. Then you went to look at the candy. Your eyes lit up when you found a bag of typical Valentine’s conversation hearts. Snatching that quickly, you also grabbed a few candy bars before returning to Rodrick.

“That it?” He asked, taking a sip of his slushie. It must’ve been too much too quick because he soon winced. “Ah, brain freeze!”

“Yup!” You answered, laughing at your boyfriend’s scrunched up expression while somehow managing to grab your drink and hot dog. Rodrick grabbed some of the snacks to lighten your load, and the two of you went to the checkout counter.

The total was a little bit more than what Susan had given you. You took out your wallet to help pay the difference, but Rodrick slapped your wrist.

“Put that away, weirdo.” He said, taking out his own wallet and giving the cashier a few extra dollars. You rolled your eyes, pocketing your money and grabbing your hot dog and slushie. You were about to grab the bag that the guy put all your snacks in, but Rodrick beat you to it.

“You’re so chivalrous.” You joked as you left the convenience store, heading back to Rodrick’s van.

“I don’t even know what that means.” The serious, slightly confused tone he had made you laugh. “But thanks. I think.”

***

You and Rodrick went to the park, figuring it was a nice enough day to be outside.

Although, you weren’t really outside. Instead, you sat on the van floor with the side door open to have some fresh air. A blanket Rodrick kept in the van was spread out for the two of you to sit on. Even though it was nice out, there was a bit of wind. Seeing you shiver slightly, Rodrick gave you his black and white checkered jacket.

“Have you ever thought about cleaning this place out?” You asked, looking at the different piles of random junk that Rodrick kept in the vehicle as you zipped up the hoodie. You had to push the sleeves up so they wouldn’t get dirty.

“Not really.” He answered, chomping down on his food.

You looked behind you and grabbed something to show him.

“You have a basketball in here, Roddy. You don’t even play basketball; why do you have this?”

Rodrick pointed at the ball, having an answer. But first, he needed to swallow his food.

“I throw that at Greg’s head sometimes.” You let out a cackle, not expecting an answer like that. You threw the ball over your shoulder, letting it bounce back into the corner it came from.

“You know, I’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.” You confessed, although you were sure Rodrick already knew that. “But this is pretty fun.”

“Yeah, it is.” He responded, mirroring your smile.

After your food was gone, you brought the candy hearts out of the convenience store bag. You opened the package, looking through them until you found one you liked.

“Here.” You said after a moment of looking, holding out a pink heart and dropping it in Rodrick’s hand. He looked at it and cooed.

“‘Be mine.’” He read before popping the candy in his mouth. “My turn.”

He looked through the little candy bag, soon pulling out a blue heart. After reading the message, he handed it to you.

“‘Kiss me.’” You read, looking back up at Rodrick to see him smirking at you.

“I think you gotta do what it says.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You giggled, leaning forward to kiss Rodrick.

A hand threaded through your hair, the other holding your jaw to keep you close. Not wanting to lean over so much, you shifted on your knees until you were sat in Rodrick’s lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and the two of you made out until you were out of breath. When you pulled away, you caught sight of Rodrick’s mouth and giggled.

“What?” Rodrick asked, and he couldn’t help but laugh along even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

“Roddy, your tongue is purple!” The two of you laughed at the evidence of your affection. “Is my tongue purple too?” You stuck it out for him to check, and he clicked his tongue in faux disappointment.

“Could be purple-er.” Rodrick took a large sip of his blue slushie. “I can fix that though.” He said before kissing you again with fervor.

Let’s just say that you left the park with very purple tongues and warm cheeks.

***

Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit

#agaypanic #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid x reader

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ali-r3n · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Eddie takes care of his girl after her first Rock Concert

Fluff

Eddie could feel Y/N’s hot breath on the back of his neck as he carried her from the venue to the car.

Half asleep, she grumbled when he hitched her up his back to be able to get his keys from his pocket.

“I know, Sweetheart. I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

She nuzzled her nose under the collar of his band shirt and leather jacket before she settled.

He managed to unlock the passenger side door of his van and open it with the limited mobility he had. He let out a sigh as he stared at the sizable space between the ground and the chair.

“This should be interesting,” he murmured.

It took a bit of creative problem solving and a nearly thrown out back, but Eddie Munson still managed to get his beloved girlfriend in the seat without waking her.

He buckled her in and shut the door. He gave a stretch to loosen his sore back as he walked to the drivers side.

He turned the volume dial of his radio down before he switched on his car and began the two hour journey back to Hawkins.

Every now and then, he looked over at Y/N. Her head laid against the headrest, her mouth opened and released soft snores. Her chest rose and fell under the matching tour tee he bought with each of her steady breaths.

He grinned, satisfied. Her first ever live metal concert a success.

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The Metalhead pulled up to his trailer and shut off the ignition. He climbed out of the van, and jogged over to the passengers side. The creak of the metal door made him grit his teeth. He held his breath until it was fully open. When he saw her undisturbed, he exhaled.

He grabbed the belt before he unbuckled the seatbelt so that it wouldn't go sliding up and hit her. He gently picked her up. Eddie cradled Y/N in his arms and carried her up to his trailer, using his hip to close the van door.

“Eddie,” she mumbled against his neck, sleepily. “Are we home yet?”

He smiled at the fact she considered his trailer as home. “Almost there, Baby. A few more steps."

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Eddie placed her onto his bed. She gave a little stretch before she rolled over and snuggled into his pillow.

He touched the back of her head and ran his ringed fingers through her hair before he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple.

He walked to the end of the bed and gently removed her beat up converse. He stared at the light wash denim she wore.

"Sweetheart," he whispered.

"Hmm?" she responded.

"Is it okay if I take your jeans off so that you can be more comfortable?"

"Pajama pants?"

"Yes. I'll give you my pajama pants."

"The plaid ones."

"Yup."

"Okay," she mumbled before she buried her face into his pillow.

He removed her jeans and replaced them with his well worn plaid PJ pants. He grabbed the blanket off of the end of the bed and draped it over her.

He kicked off his own shoes and removed his jeans, vest, and leather jacket. Eddie climbed in behind her and pressed his chest to her back. His arm wrapped around her waist and gently held her.

Y/N unconsciously snuggled back into him. Eddie grinned into her hair as his eyes slipped shut.

"Night, Eddie."

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

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CATALYSIS

R.C x READER • R.G x Reader

A/N- This was 100% self indulgent, Most of this isn't Canon, and in this "AU" Roman Godfrey is Rafe Cameron's younger cousin. Anyway If you read this I hope you like it, any feed back is appreciated! Also this is gonna be a 5 part series!

Warnings - Swearing, Underage Drinking, Sexual Themes

Summary- When Roman refuses to acknowledge readers blooming feelings for him & the moments they shared, his cousin Rafe is there to remind her that she deserves better.

Word Count- 5.5k

You're chilling on your couch, trying desperately to ignore your phone buzzing and focus on the movie you're watching. Granted it's a friday night and around 7 pm, so you couldn't really blame your cousin Kie for blowing up your phone. Giving in, you pluck it off of the coffee table.

Kiara: bitch, kelce is throwing a party

Kiara: me & nicky are coming to get you

Kiara: 15 min ;) get ur ass up!

You'd already ignored her previous texts asking what you were up to, choosing to sulk in the solitude of your family's villa. Your parents had taken another trip to Mexico and had taken your 10 and 6 year old siblings, leaving you and your brother Dominique (or Nicky, as you all affectionately called him) under the care of a couple of your fathers security guards and your housekeeper, Giselle.

Nicky and Kie had been trying to get you to a party since summer started a few weeks ago. Normally you'd tag along but ever since Kie and Sarah stopped being friends a couple months before summer started, it kind of ruined the dynamic of a once close and spirited group of friends.

You blow a breath of air out through your nose, throw the light blanket off of your lap and make your way into the hallway. Giselle smiles at you as you pass the kitchen and you smile back with a small wave. Upstairs in your room, you pause to give yourself a twice over in your vanity's mirror. You were blessed in that you got your moms naturally curly hair and your dads bright eyes and smooth tanned skin. Deciding that makeup was not a necessity at the moment, you open up your closet doors and step inside.

Being a kook came with its perks, you had to admit your closet was to die for and was one of the only reasons you truly enjoyed your parents' lifestyles. You sift and end up deciding on a white skims bodysuit, and dark jean shorts. You change as quickly as you can and grab a pair of white boots to slip on.

No sooner than you've slipped on the last shoe, do you hear the obnoxious custom horn of your brother's Chevy. You practically sprint back to your vanity and grab your purse, carelessly throwing a lip gloss, your phone and other random shit inside before running down the stairs.

"Bye Giselle, I'll be home later!", and with that you're on your way out of the door, selectively ignoring her calls for you to not be home too late. On the porch, one of your fathers men greets you from where he stands guard. They try to be subtle but your parents are a bit ostentatious about their business in Mexico. All of the security and the watchful eyes makes it difficult to be a normal teenager sometimes.

Your brother and Kie are parked in the centre of the long circular driveway, and you hop in. "Hey guys.”, throwing your bag down next to you and buckling your seatbelt.

"Y/N! Hey!" Kie beams at you, "I feel like it's been forever since you've gone out with us.”

Nicky scoffs and puts the car in drive, peeling out of the driveway. "That's because it has been since you and Sarah got into your stupid fight. We haven't been to a party together since summer started.”

You laugh along quietly, agreeing that the fight currently going on between the two girls is pretty stupid. It's always been your family, with the extension of Kiara, and the Camerons, with the extension of Sarah's cousin, Roman. Rafe and Nicky were both 17, while you, Kie, Sarah, and Roman were all either 16 or going to be this year. Your families vacationed together for years, every holiday is celebrated in one of your families expensive backyards, Ward and your father even conduct business together. So it's safe to say, nobody expected Kie and Sarah's little fight to go on this long.

"Shut up. Don't even get me started. Sarah is a fucking bitch." Kiara huffs and puts her feet up on the dash, while pulling a bottle of Titos from under her seat, "Kook party, take a shot Y/N."

Taking the bottle from her extended hand you gulp a good amount before sputtering a little and handing it back.”Fuckin vodka,” You choke out in between small coughs.

You would never admit it but you were a little nervous about going to Kelce's house after skipping out on parties for so long and it wasn't because of Kie and Sarahs drama. You were avoiding a certain kook prince, but you were nervous about him catching on, and admittedly you missed him, so when Kie invited you you thought fuck it. What's the worst that could happen?

You guys sang along to Rihanna and talked shit about some of your classmates on the 10 or so minute drive. Pulling onto the designated street, there were cars everywhere and music could be heard playing loudly from Kelce's backyard. Kie looks at you and Nicky out of the corner of her eye, "I may or may not have invited the pogues..."

"Kie!" you both yell at the same time. Nicky huffs in his seat as he pulls into an open spot by the treeline, "Nothing could go wrong at all, great idea." he says sarcastically.

"What? They're my friends, I thought it could be fun."

You and your older brother were friendly with Kie’s friends, but you knew that JJ had a penchant for fighting. And with Rafe and his friends being the way that they are, it doesn't always go well when they party together.

"Fuck it, we're already here. Can we just have fun? Please." The last thing you want is more drama, your first night back out. She smiles at you and you guys hop out and make your way onto the lawn. You link your arm with Kiaras and walk into the crowded party with Nicky trailing behind you. Kie drags you towards the kitchen as you pass classmates, tourons, and pogues. Nobody cares about all the classist shit when they're drunk apparently. It was always fucking stupid to you, anyways.

When the two of you make it to the large kitchen, you find Rafe, Topper, Kelce, Roman, Barry and his brother Peter. as well as a multitude of cocaine, girls, and random kids playing bartender to their friends.

You watch as Rafe gives one of the girls you recognize as a soon-to-be junior a bump and you watch as his eyes scan the growing presence in the room, noticing you. "Ayo! Y/N, Kie! Whaddup?"

Kie simply gives him a sarcastic smile and walks over to one of the kids in her volunteer group, who's currently making some legitimate looking drinks. You raise an eyebrow making a mental note to ask him to make you one. "Hey guys, what's up?". You warily eye the drugs carelessly spread out on the counter as you approach the guys. Roman looks up from his phone and catches your eye, you give a shy smile as he rushes you.

"Where the fuck have you been, Y/N/N? You abandoned me." He clutches his chest playfully before lifting you to sit on the counter and smirking down at you. You and Roman have always had a great relationship, albeit a bit closer than most normal friends, but he's someone you would consider a best friend. As of a few weeks ago he was your first kiss, although he was unaware of that detail, after a very emotional night of talking shit about your parents while drinking their wine on their yacht. When Rafe and Nicky nearly caught you both making out, Roman acted like nothing happened. So you did too.

"I've been around, Godfrey."

He smiles and pecks your forehead before turning around to go get you a drink. "Well," He drags out the word, "we have some catching up to do, kid."

Kelce gives you a fist bump on the way out of the kitchen and Topper just gives you a head nod. "Where's Nicky?"

You look towards the doorway you entered from and shrug, "He was right behind us, he probably met a girl or something." Topper hums in response.

Barry whistles, “That's what I need to be doin, really.” Peter nods along. “Whatchu doin’ later, Y/N/N?”

You start to laugh just as Rafe loudly and distastefully snorts a line and groans. You wrinkle your nose as he tips his head back, relishing in his high. "Jesus Christ, Rafe”.

"You want some, Pretty Girl?"

You’re staring at him like he grew another head when Roman places a red solo cup in your hand. Kie, with her own drink in hand hops up on the counter next to you, "If you ever give my cousin that shit, i'll fucking hurt you."

"Y/N's a good girl, she wouldn't do that. Wouldn't wanna disappoint daddy dearest." Topper teases and Rafe barks out a laugh. There's a familiar pang in your chest at the mention of your father and you roll your eyes. This doesn't go unnoticed by Roman. "Leave her alone, man.” then his hands are on your knees, "Wanna go kick ass in some pong?". He looks at you and you nod, downing the drink you'd been sipping slowly, " I'm down, but first let's do some shots."

Two and a half hours later, with three successful games of beer pong under your belt and feeling quite significantly drunk, you make your way back inside to pee. Navigating your way through the crowded house and up the stairs you enter the bathroom and lock the door.

While you pee, you drunkenly think about how crazy it is that everyone was getting along tonight. Seeing Rafe and JJ on the same pong team threw you for a fucking loop, even if they were both extremely wasted. You also kind of wish you had a blunt or something.

After you wash your hands, check yourself out in the mirror and fluff your hair a bit, you stumble towards the door and into the hallway. None other than Roman is standing at the door to your left making out with a pretty blonde, fumbling with the doorknob of the door he has her pressed against. Furrowing your eyebrows and quickly making your way past them, you try to ignore the hurt bubbling in your chest. "I think that one's locked, genius." You say of Kelce's grandmother's room, that he usually always locks when there's guests over. You don't bother looking back at them.

Deciding you need fresh air, you find yourself out on the front porch which is a lot less packed than the backyard. You sit on the steps and watch a group of freshman boys prepare to light a huge firework on the lawn. The warm summer breeze felt nice, despite how dark it had gotten. You pull your phone out of your bag and look at the time. 11:37 PM. You look up when you hear a sizzling type of noise to see the firework, sitting up and it's been lit. The boys are backing up and smacking each other on the arms as they hype themselves up for the explosion. It makes you smile but at the last second it tips over and your smile drops. The firework shoots and explodes directly at Rafe Camerons truck, shattering the front passenger window and from what you can see the side mirror all over the seat and the ground.

They're fucked, and its time to go. There's no way you're dealing with Rafe potentially blaming you for not watching his car. You stand up and grimace as they start freaking out, and people are already making their way outside to see what happened. You walk back up the steps and call your brother from the porch to let him know you're ready to go but there's no answer. You're about to call him again when someone taps your shoulder.

"Hey Y/N.." You whip around and see Sarah standing in the doorway with a bottle of tequila. She holds it up so you put your phone away and grab it.

"Hey, Sar. Having fun?" You take a couple huge gulps and regret it almost instantly, when it burns the ever loving fuck out of your throat.

"It'd be more fun if everyone wasn't pissed at me." She smiles sadly. She knows she messed up by not inviting Kie to her birthday party. "I know I’m kind of a mess lately."

You both laugh. "Well for what it's worth, I'm not mad at you. I do think you and Kiara should talk though."

"That'd be easier to do if she didn't glare at me everytime we make eye contact but I deserve it, so I'm gonna try anyway. I really miss you guys." She says the last part so quietly while averting her gaze to the floor. You can't help pulling her into a soft hug. “I miss you too, Sar. Kie’s stubborn ass probably does too.”

You recap the bottle and hand it to her, trying to empathise. Kiara was your family, and you guys were close, but you all grew up together and you were close with Sarah too. It was such a stupid fight but the underlying issue was serious to both of them. You give her a small smile.

"So are you leaving soon or something?"

"That was the plan but Dominique did not answer his phone and I don't feel like looking for him."

She nods her head and behind her you see Roman walking down the stairs without his blonde friend, and you drunkenly attempt to duck out of sight of the doorway. You don't feel like seeing him again right now. This little crush you'd been secretly harbouring was not something the group needed, on top of the drama with the girls right now. "Well, if you wanna take my car, you can. I'm probably gonna have to force Rafe to take me home." Sarah continues, oblivious to your train of thought.

Roman appears behind her, having seen you try to hide behind the wall to the side of Sarah. "Y/N cant drive, she doesn't have a licence. And shes fucked up. I'll take her."

You internally cringe at your transparency, "It's fine, really Rome. I can go find Nicky or Kie or someone, seriously." Your words are slightly slurred and you can see that fact register in his eyes.

"Nope," He pops his P and puts an arm around your shoulder to guide you towards the steps. “C'mon, kid."

"Bye guys, Roman be careful!" Sarah calls before dipping back inside, you look back at her helplessly. Fuck. Of course this would happen. Roman's hand grazes your elbow as he guides you down the steps But stops in his tracks when he notices the group gathered around Rafe's truck.

"Hold on love, sit down here." You let him help you sit and stare up at the sky. Roman pulls out his phone and calls Rafe while he berates the group of boys. When Rafe barrels outside with bloodlust very apparent in his energy, you're reminded of just why you didn't want to be here when he saw his truck.

He's screaming at the poor kids and threatening to beat two of the taller kids' asses, by the time Roman comes back for you. He walks with you down the driveway to his black SUV and opens the door for you. Once you take a seat he's manoeuvring the seatbelt over you and clicking it in. "I'm not that drunk Rome, I can buckle myself in." But you let him.

He walks around the car and hops in, pushing the start engine button. "My uncles gonna be so fucking mad." He chuckles.

"It was an accident, I saw it tilt over. I wonder where they even found a firework that big?" you mumble, watching Rafe run his hands over his reddened face in frustration through the window as Roman pulls out of the driveway.

"Idiots."

You push the bluetooth button on his stereo system and connect your phone, looking for something to fill the silence. You settle on Weightless by Chiiild and roll your window down, enjoying the breeze and singing along.

Nights like this you come home with a heavy heart for me

Nights like this an endless kiss is all you really need

Roman glances at you quickly and he sighs almost indecipherably. "Y/N, what's up?"

You hum and look over at him, admiring the wispy strands of hair that fall over his forehead slightly and the perpetual pout on his face. "Nothing, I'm fine. Kinda want a slushie."

He fights his smile as he peeks at you again, "We can get you one but that's not what I'm talking about. You've been like... sad or something lately. Kinda distant."

That's what happens when you like someone who will never like you back, you think to yourself as you avert your gaze to your hands. The agitation you felt seeing him with someone else is slowly creeping back up on you. Usually it was fleeting, you knew that Roman would mess with girls at parties but it never went beyond the night. You found a strange comfort in the fact that he’d been and probably would be one of your closest friends forever. You’d never lose him that way.

You wrack your brain for something to say, "It's just... my parents being gone again, sucks. I'm not sad. I'm just here." Is what you settle on. It's not a total lie.

A frown forms between his eyebrows and he takes his right hand off the wheel to place it on your knee, catching you off guard. You can tell he doesn't completely believe you but his touch erupts a swarm of butterflies in your belly and you draw your knees closer together instinctually. He slows the car to a near stop and pulls into a gas station that's thankfully, still open.

Parking right at the front of the building, he takes his seat belt off and turns his head to look at you. "You know you can tell me anything right?" He gives your knee a small squeeze.

"I know Rome. Doesn't mean I will though." You smirk at him a little and without thinking you reach up and push his hair back so it's off of his forehead. He catches your wrist gently before you can retreat your hand and brings it up to his mouth where he presses a kiss to your palm.

"You comin?" He asks, you pout and shake your head. "What flavour do you want, mm?"

"Green apple, please."

He gives you a little mock salute and gets out of the car, heading inside.

In the quiet of the car you get a little lost in thought. How are you supposed to keep up this little unspoken secret with Roman, when he knows you so well? He knows you too well to believe your bullshit when you claim you're fine. And lately that's been a lot. When you guys kissed, you assumed it was fueled by teenage hormones, too much to drink, and overall poor decision making. But now it seems more like he just felt bad for you while, for you, it was a genuine first experience. It's not everyday you admit that your picture perfect life isn't so picture perfect.

You'd been home alone, yet again, sitting on one of the small couches on your fathers yacht when he showed up, pissed at his mom. You two ended up criss-cross applesauce across from each other, passing a bottle of wine back and forth, just absolutely bitching about your parents. He told you how his mom was a psychotic alcoholic, obsessed with having control (which you sort of already knew) and you'd told him how your parents were hardly ever home lately, leaving you and Nicky to your own devices. You missed your parents constantly and you felt abandoned. It hurt, and he understood you.

Tears were pooling in your eyes by the time you finished venting when Roman gently cupped your face in his hand. "Hey, don't cry, Y/N. They may not be here right now but I am, I'll always be here. I promise you. Okay?" He stroked your cheek with his thumb as you stared back into his hazy green eyes, your breath catching in your throat. Roman was always sweet to you, but never in such an intimate way. You glanced down at his lips, which he noticed. He never planned on kissing you, yet he couldn't help himself as he leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to yours, testing the waters. The kiss left you breathless and when you pulled apart he pressed his forehead against yours. "Was that... okay?"

You nodded wordlessly, a little bit in shock. Part of you was screaming that you were crossing a line, and part of you was mesmerised by the feeling of someone else's lips on yours for the first time. Roman sighed in relief and kissed you again, harder this time, more fervent. He unknowingly taught you how to make out. You'd tried something with your tongue and he'd made a noise in the back of his throat that was so enthralling you'd do anything to hear it again. Too, soon you heard the telltale engine of Rafe's truck and you broke apart, albeit awkwardly. He never brought it up, so you never brought it up.

The sound of the car door opening interrupts your thoughts, you didn't even see Roman exit the store, too lost in thought. He holds out a cup full of frozen green ice and you take it with a smile. "For the princess."

"Thanks Ro."

He sets a bag of swishers on the floor by your feet as you remove the lid on your drink and use the bottom of your straw to scoop the slushie up and into your mouth. He puts the car in reverse and backs up.

Continuing the short drive to your house, you sing along to whatever song shuffle picked.

When he pulls into your yard and shuts off the car, he turns to you. "Hey, is it cool if I stay over? My moms being a bitch right now."

"You know you can, I don't know why you're asking." You speak through a mouth full of slush while simultaneously unbuckling your seat belt. He mutters something about manners and snatches the bag off of the floor.

You walk up to the porch and Alex, another one of your dads goons, gives you a look as he unlocks the door for you. "What?" You ask when you get to the last step.

"Nothing..." He avoids looking directly at you or Roman. "... just feel like your dad wouldn't appreciate me letting a boy in this late."

"Well good thing hes never fucking here, huh?" you huff as you brush past him to go inside. Roman follows you silently. You turn the entryway light on, just as Alex shuts the door behind you and Roman. "Who the fuck does that guy think he is?"

You glance at Roman as you head to the kitchen, "He's such a dick rider, but he won't actually say anything to my dad."

"But he's just, like security right? Why does he care."

You shrug as you approach the kitchen doorway. Just then the bedroom door next to you opens, and Giselle peeks her head out, eyes wide and red. "Y/N!" and then she sees Roman behind you and squeals. "Roman!! How was the party you guys?"

Roman shoots her a dazzling smile and goes to hug her. "Hey Giz." She slaps his arm. "Stop calling me that, you jerk. Its disgusting."

"The party was fine." you scrunch your nose a bit, "Giselle are you high, right now?"

Romans head whips up, "Holy shit. You look blasted!" He laughs. She has a bashful look on her face as she backs up into her bedroom. "Shut up, both of you. Bring me some water please, thanks." She shuts the door before either of you can say anything. You both giggle at her behaviour and stumble into the kitchen where Roman puts the rest of your slushee in the refrigerator. You get three glasses out of the cupboard and fill them with water from the fridge, Roman delivers Giselle her glass before coming to stand across from you against the counter. He downs his glass in one go and watches you sip yours.

"That's so hot, you really take your time with it, huh?" He teases.

You laugh quietly against your glass. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Only if you let me pick. I'm not watching Clueless again." He deadpans. "Fine."

He gives you a smug look and you take his glass and place them both in the sink. He grabs you by the hip in one hand and a tupperware full of cookies that Giselle must have made in the other and pushes you towards the stairs.

When you get to your room you immediately go for an oversized shirt and sleep shorts. "Do you want me to get you some of Nicky's shorts?" He knows you hate outside clothes on your bed.

"Nah, s'cool." He pulls his shirt over head and winks at you, sending a flush of heat up your neck to your cheeks. You've seen him shirtless countless times, but only recently have you begun wondering what his abs would feel like against your skin. His hands go for his belt and you turn towards your ensuite bathroom muttering about how extra he is. After you change, you brush your teeth and wash your face, thinking about what you and Roman could do tomorrow.

When you open the door, you smell two things - weed and sugar cookies. Roman is standing in just his boxers, in front of your television looking for a film to watch, eating a cookie with a blunt tucked behind his ear. You can't help the small laugh that escapes you, your heart swells at the sight of the boy you adore.

He turns when he hears you. "I rolled a blunt, and we're watching Barbarian." He says, finishing his cookie.

You smooth down your hair and sit on your bed. "This is why you're my favourite. Wanna open the door?" Gesturing towards the balcony doors. He does so and lights the tip of the blunt using the flame of a candle that's sitting by the window. He places an ashtray on the bedside table and sits next to you on the bed so you're shoulder to shoulder. You play the movie and take the blunt when he offers it.

You pass it back and forth and when you refuse it after your third hit, he puts it out and wraps his arms around you leaning back so you're both laying propped up against all of your pillows.

"So what the fuck, shes just gonna sleep in the house with this creepy ass dude?"

"I would too, he's hot."

"Seriously?"

You tilt your head slightly, "Wait, no, you guys could actually be twins." You look between the character on screen and Roman. "That's so weird! He's like an older version of you."

He raises an eyebrow with a shit eating grin. "So youre saying I'm hot?"

"This is why I don't compliment you anymore."

The movie slowly got eerier until it was straight up terrifying. You hid your face in Romans chest, multiple times, and at some point began drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Roman glances at you as your breathing evens out, smiling to himself at the sight of you falling asleep against him. He turned your tv off and buried his face in your hair, sighing contentedly as he got comfortable and allowed himself to sleep. Feeling safe.

You went to sleep peacefully, comfortably but your morning has been anything but.

Your parents got home a day earlier than expected, arriving at about 7 am. Your mom decided to come wake you, as they stopped and brought breakfast, but she was not expecting to find you tangled up in bed with your basically naked best friend. She proceeded to freak out, waking up Giselle and Nicky in the process.

There's so many reasons why this is a nightmare. For starters, your father has barred you from boys. He would prevent you from dating forever if he could. He's very adamant about his only daughter remaining virtuous and focusing on getting into Columbia rather than boys. And to make matters worse he actually likes Roman. Not to mention your mom has been friends with Romans mom since their sorority days, and lastly your parents didn't know that you smoke weed...until today.

That brings you to the family room where you've been arguing with your mom for 30 minutes, while your dad sits in an armchair subtly giving Roman dirty looks and occasionally pinching the bridge of his nose. And Roman, well, Roman is sitting on the couch with a hand in his hair staring dejectedly at the ground, genuinely upset that he was the cause of your family drama today.

“Mom! I said It wasn't like that. Roman drove me home. We were watching a movie and fell asleep.”

“Y/N, this isn't just about the fact that I found Roman in there. This is about rules being broken and secrets being kept!” Your mother bites back.

Your dad stands up from his chair and crosses his arms, "And since when the fuck do either of you smoke weed? And in the house, Y/N, you smoked it in your room." He runs a hand over his face, " I don't understand why you would do this."

“That was actually me. I- uh. I mean it was mine.” Your parents gape at Roman.

“Roman, I think it's best if you head home, your mother will be expecting you.” Your dad states, wanting to get you alone so he can pry you for information without making the situation more uncomfortable. You sit down at the couch and bury your head in your hands, mortified. “I'll talk to you about this another time.”

Roman stands quickly and goes to give you a hug but the look on your dads face has him stuttering instead, “I'm so sorry, about all of this and especially the weed, but shes telling the truth.” He looks at you and back to your parents, “Um - I'm gonna go now.”

“Bye Rome.” You whisper, he gives you one last sheepish look before he's out of the door. “Y/N, I'm so disappointed.” Your dad starts. The words make something inside you ache. "I’m only gonna ask you this once, are you fooling around with Roman?”

“No! Dad, oh my god.” You shout and stop to take a deep breath. “He's my best friend, he sees me as like a sister or like Sarah, dad, you know that.” He lets out a heavy sigh. He knows what your friendship with every boy in your circle is like. Hes made it abundantly clear that you're off limits.

Your mother shakes her head at you and you roll your eyes at her. She sometimes overreacts when you get in trouble, being the only girl, she holds you to a higher standard than your brothers. “You're grounded. For a month.” Your mouth drops open but when your dad tilts his head, you know, he'll be talking to her about inflicting such a harsh punishment later.

“Dad! What the hell! Are you going to say anything?”

“Listen, I believe you about Roman, but honey,” he tsks, “There's rules. You were smoking weed in your room and you had a boy sleeping in your bed when we got home.”

“Yeah well, It's not like you're ever here anymore to enforce those rules.” Your dads face softens. “Y/N-” You stand up abruptly.

“I'm going to my room, I accept my punishment.” you say as you beeline out of the room. They let you go, thankfully.

As you pass the kitchen you see Giselle, Nicky, and your younger siblings, Henley and Patton, all eating breakfast silently, having heard the argument. Everyone but Nicky casts you a glance as you walk past. Great, you think, he's probably pissed at me too. You run up the stairs and shut your door a little harder than necessary.

It's around dinner time when you look up from your toes, that you're currently painting baby pink. Your phone is buzzing on your bed and you reach up, hand fumbling around until you feel it.

Romeo: what's the damage?

You immediately text him back, glad he's not upset with you.

Y/N/N: Im grounded for a month, you?

Romeo: A month???

Fuck, thats brutal. Im sorry.

She called me an idiot among other things, nothing serious

Y/N/N: I'm sorry too, that was so stupid

You see him start to type, and then stop. After two minutes of watching the screen you groan and throw your phone onto a pile of clothes across the room. As you are about to finish painting your toes, there's a gentle knock on your bedroom door and it cracks open before you can respond.

Your mom pokes her head inside,”Honey, can I come in.”

You shrug in response, picking your nail polish back up. She comes inside and shuts the door. Sitting across from you on your plush pink rug. “Listen, the way that I handled the situation earlier... I'm sorry. I could have handled it better.” You peek up at her, letting her know you're listening but still upset. “I think it's just scary - for me and your dad. To see our little girl growing up. Being a parent is hard, baby, and we have four of you... but I might have overreacted a bit. I'm sorry that we haven't been around very much. There's been bad business going on in Mexico. But that's for us to worry about, we absolutely will try to be home more. I promise.”

You give her a small smile, “Okay mom.”

She smiles brightly back at you, ”We’re okay?”With arms out silently asking for a hug. You embrace her and she squeezes you tightly. “Oh, and you aren’t grounded -”.

You squeal, rocking you both back and forth.

“- But I swear to baby Jesus, child, If I ever find a boy or weed in here again, I'm locking you in the cellar.”

“Deal.”

She kisses you atop your head and stands up to go,” Dinners gonna be ready in 15.” “Kay,” You're already up, going for your phone.

Y/N/N: Im ungrounded

Roman responds right away this time

Romeo: Can you come to Tanneyhill with Nicky?

After eating dinner and a lot of convincing, you and Nicky pull up to Tanneyhill with a bottle of Crown, he swiped from the cellar. It turns out he wasn't actually mad at all. He told you that he knew Roman didn't see you like that and that our parents were mistaken. Verbatim. Which, honestly kind of stung but you'd take that over him being pissed. Roman was one of his best friends too, after all.

When you guys get to the backyard, everyones in the hot tub. Only Topper, Roman, Rafe, Sarah, and a couple of other girls from school are here. Topper and Rafe are clearly tipsy already, as they're belting the lyrics to some party song that's playing over the big speakers. Roman whispers something in Mia Brown's ear and you can't help the fleeting jealousy that washes over you as she bats her eyes at him and laughs.

“Y/N/N! Come get in.” Sarah whoops when she sees you. He looks over at you with a smile as you and Nicky approach.

“Hey guys.” you say as you set your bag down on a lounge chair and go to take your shorts off.

“Brought the good shit,” Your brother passes the bottle to Rafe who has his arm outstretched. “Thats what the fuck I'm talkin about, bro.”.

After you undress, Rafe offers you his hand to help you step inside the hot tub, your brother following. One girl, whose name you don't remember, gives you a once over from your place between Nicky and Rafe. “So Y/N,” she starts, and you nod, ”We’re talking about midsummers. It's the best time to pop out with your boo before school starts. Who’s your date?”

At that everyone looks at you. Nicky laughs, ”She isn't gonna have a date, are you kidding? My dad would lose his fucking mind.”

“Shut up, I can do whatever I want.”

He scoffs, “No, you can't.”

The girl just smirks and moves so she's sitting next to your brother instead of Topper.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, Nicky. At least I’m not a suck up.”

Rafe chuckles and holds his hand out for a high five, to which you smile and oblige. He taps your chin “Open up.”

You allow him to pour not one, but two shots into your mouth.

A couple hours later and everyone is pretty fucked up. One of the girls went inside with Nicky an hour ago, Toppers passed out on a lounge chair while Roman, Mia, And Sarah, switched to the pool for a night swim. That leaves you and Rafe in the hot tub alone.

You glance over at the pool just as Roman plants a messy, drunken kiss on Mias lips. They start making out and you and Sarah let out identical groans, although yours is nearly silent. Rafe glances at you and follows your eyes to see what you're looking at and when he does, he smirks to himself.

Sarah pulls herself out of the pool. “Get a freaking room.”

Roman pulls away from the petite brunette in front of him. “That's a great idea. Mia, my room?”

Your heart rate picks up and you look away from the pair. You knew Roman messed around with girls, but you didn't expect him to ever be so casual about it around you, given the kiss you two shared. You think about this morning, how your parents embarrassed you to the point that he would probably never look at you in the way that you did him. As the trio head inside, you start to stand, wanting to lock yourself in a guest room and mope yourself to sleep.

“Hey, don't leave.” Rafe whines across from you. “I don't wanna stay out here alone, and it's only like 9. Want a shot?”

You absolutely want a shot. “Fuck, please.” You sit back down and watch as he leans his torso over the edge of the hot tub and swipes a bottle of vodka off of the bar top.

Turning back around he beckons you with a finger. “Come here, beautiful.”

It didn't surprise you to hear him call you this. Rafe has always been blatant like that. Not just with you, he has pet names on a constant loop, probably because he can never remember the names of the girls he messes with.

What shocks the shit out of you is when you’re directly in front of him waiting for him to pour a shot in your mouth but he sets the bottle down, grabs your thighs and pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him in the warm water. You gasp, feeling him hard, against you.

You pull away slightly. “Rafe, what the fuck?”

He picks the bottle back up keeping you close to him with an arm around your back, hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Y/N/N, it's fine. Just gonna give you a shot, yeah?” He looks at you expectantly and in your stupor you just open your mouth. After one shot, he holds it back up so he can give you another. Grimacing at the taste you wipe your mouth while he takes two shots of his own.

Setting it back down out of the way, he rests his hand on your thigh, gripping it. “You look really fucking sexy right now, Y/N/N.” He admires your body on top of his with his piercing blue eyes and wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

You get this warm feeling in your belly, and then it spreads. No one had ever said that to your face before. “Yeah?” You giggle a bit when your words are slightly slurred. ”You always do too, Rafe.”

He raises his eyebrows,” Yeah? I didn't know you thought that”.

“I would've never told you unless it was under these exact circumstances, so...”

He mulls that over. “That's fair enough.” And then, “I heard you fucked Roman.”

You look at him incredulously and push yourself back, off of his lap completely, “What?”

He puts his hands up, “My bad, I was just gonna ask If it bothered you that hes fucking Mia right now, the same day.” Your jaw drops and you scoff as you feel your eyes start to fill up with hot tears.

“Youre so fucking rude. No, I didnt fuck him and no I dont care.” The thought of people gossiping about what happened, on the same day it happened, sends fear through your gut.

“Then why are you crying?” He points out as a single tear falls, your heart betraying your desire to keep your feelings at bay.

“Fuck you, Rafe.” You start to get out of the hot tub but this time he stands up and snatches you up, depositing you back on his lap. “Stop, I didn't say it to be mean, okay?” You push at him but you're nearly full on crying at this point and very tipsy. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just meant that my cousin, is a fucking Idiot.”

You give up on getting out of his lap, sniffling and running a hand through your curls.

“It's not his fault, Rafe. Nothing even happened, my parents are just insane.” You meet his calm gaze with your tearful one. He brings one hand from around you to wipe under your eyes.

“That's not what I'm talking about, Y/N.” His hand finds your waist again and he leans back slightly to look at you, “I think he's an idiot for not seeing how special you are.”

“W- what?” You wrinkle your nose. You never thought you’d hear Rafe say something so... sweet to you.

“Roman told me what happened on your dads boat.”

Your heart jumps into your throat. “He did?” You whisper. Rafe nods slowly, studying you.

“What did he say?”

“Honestly, a bunch of bullshit. Y’know, he was just rambling about it ruining the group and shit. I honestly expected you two to get together, anyway. But like I said he’s an idiot. Doesnt know a good thing when he sees it. You deserve better.”

You examine Rafes face to see if this is just a mean joke, but you only find a genuine expression. Something more, in his eyes that you can't decipher. You sigh, deciding to just accept what he said. Roman clearly didn't care or didnt remember the kiss and wasn't going to acknowledge it anytime soon. So neither will you. Roman was inside probably fucking someone else, So maybe you will too.

You hesitantly drape your arms around his shoulders, “Show me better.” You whisper.

Rafes eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't expect you to agree with him, let alone say that. “I- Y/N, how? What do you want?”

You testingly grind yourself against him, rolling your hips down. And when you do it again, he moans at the feeling of you pressed against him. “Shit, baby.” Your mouth opens in a silent gasp as he returns one hand to the centre of your back to keep you close and uses the hand on your hip to move you against him again, harder. You don't even have time to process the fact that you’re basically dry humping your childhood friend in his hot tub before Rafe begins pushing you back and forth over his dick faster, both of you letting out the filthiest moans as he watches your face.

“Look at me baby.”

You look down at him, trying to control the feeling building up in your lower belly and he places a hand in your hair, pulling you to connect his mouth with yours. There are no similarities between the way he and Roman kiss. While Roman kissed you sweetly, and let you take it slow, Rafe dominated the kiss. It was all tongue and lip bites, while you mewled against him from the pressure of his clothed erection against your clit. This was by far the hottest thing you'd ever done with any boy.

He suddenly lets go of your hair, breaking away from the messy kiss. He glances down at the space between you and suddenly his thumb is rubbing circles against your clit and you’re crying out his name.

“Rafe! Fu- oh shit.” At this point you're digging your nails into his shoulder and rocking your hips against him, like a bitch in heat while he watches you in awe.

“Yeah, baby girl, you like that?” He sucks a hickey onto your neck and peppers it with soft kisses as he draws you closer to your release with his fingers and his mouth.

“Yes, please don't stop. Feels so good.” You can feel yourself hitting a pinnacle and you let out a strangled sound, and your stomach clenches as you try to contain your orgasm.

“Let go, give me all that stress, Y/N. Cum for me.”

His lust laden voice sends you over the edge and you drop your forehead onto his and let your eyes flutter shut as you cum in your bikini on top of Rafe, with raw moans spilling past your lips. He still rubs your clit and you feel your pussy fluttering around nothing while you come down from the most intense 15 seconds of your life.

When you open your eyes Rafes is already looking at you, lightly stroking your back. The eye contact makes you both grin and he breaks the quiet moment. “Was that.. your first time doing that?” You shake your head no, still trying to catch your breath. “Dont lie to me, Y/N.”

Smiling, you sit back a bit, “So what if it was? I told you I can do whatever I want.”

Rafe smirks at you. “Yes you can, princess.”, He stands up with you abruptly and carries you out of the water, towards the back door to the house while you laugh. “You're sleeping in my room with me tonight, gorgeous girl.”

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Steddie Love Month Prompt 2

Protection rating: M cw: oral sex tags: first time, Steve is a little bitch, Eddie likes it prompt: Love is protection (@steddieas-shegoes) word count: 1,181

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It started as with most things to do with Eddie, in a DND session.

"Harrington, Harrington, Harrington," Eddie tutted from atop his throne as Steve once more took on a hit from a mimic.

"It's a desk! Why would I be worried to touch the desk!"

"Au contraire my small minded fellow!" Eddie proclaimed rising from his chair dramatically once more, the rest of the party groaning around him at the speech they knew was about to begin.

"Just a desk? Just a desk! Why I never!" he said grabbing his chest to clutch imaginary pearls. "Where is your sense of style? Your sense of adventure Harrington? It's as if you're looking for protection against all sense of whimsy and wonder!"

"Whimsy and wonder sure," he muttered under his breath.

Clicking his tongue in reproach Eddie finally dropped back down into his chair to the collective relief of the rest of the members at the table.

"We'll convert you one day Harrington. One day you'll see. Until then I'm willing to offer you my protection over your delicate sensibilities anytime" he said with a wink before dropping the subject to focus once more on the combat in front of him and in doing so missing the way Steve's ears reddened and he turned away to mutter once more.

"Protection my ass."

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It happened again of course, because Steve was unsure how to turn off his mother henning even when the youngest members of the party weren't present.

"Brakes Munson! Jesus," Steve yelled out clutching the handle above the door in Eddie's van with one hand and the other gripped tight to the seatbelt across his chest. Eddie merely laughed in reply as the van came to a halt at the red light perfectly stopped on the line itself.

"You were saying?"

Shaking his head Steve finally released his death grips from the car.

"I'm insane," he muttered. "Why do I do this to myself?"

"What was that big boy?" Eddie laughed out, smiling all the while with the smirk he seemed to resolve for driving Steve insane. He hadn't figured out whether that insanity was going to lead to him punching Eddie or kissing him, but it was going to lead somewhere eventually.

"No, no, you know what," he said unbuckling his seat belt.

"Leaving already are we-" Eddie said as Harrington turned towards him instead of the handle of his door. Reaching across the front of Eddie's seat Steve grabbed the seat belt from where Eddie had left it unfastened and clicked it into place.

Eddie's words cut out as he felt Steve's breath hit his chin and his knuckles graze the edge of his hip when the buckle clicked into place. Having completed his task Steve looked up towards Eddie now entirely too close.

"Uh," he mumbled out unsure what to say back.

Steve looked confused for a second before smirking at Eddie's lack of speech. Looking dead in his eyes he leaned in closer and Eddie drew in his breath and held it unsure what was happening.

"Protection Munson," he said before smoothly transitioning back to his seat.

Sucking in his breath Eddie coughed.

"Uh, what?"

Steve laughed before gesturing back out to the street.

"Protection." Eddie coughed awkwardly once more at hearing the phrase he thought at that phrase coming out of Harrington's mouth directed towards him.

"You're gonna need it with the way you drive. Light's green Munson." he continued nonchalantly.

"Jesus," he said turning back towards the road and pressing his foot to the gas pedal once more. Goddamn Steve Harrington with his stupidly natural womanizing ways. Eddie started in once more on a retelling of one of the previous campaigns he'd run for hellfire so he could pretend they didn't work on him just as well.

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It ended as with most things in a bed.

"God Harrington," Eddie stuttered out as Steve tossed his shirt to the side and scrambled down to grab onto the tops of Eddie's jeans, looking back up towards Eddie in question. Unable to believe this was happening to him let alone with King Steve himself Eddie scrambled to continue.

"Yes, yes, god, anything you want Harrington."

Smirking Steve unbuttoned Eddie's pants before grabbing them boxers and all and dragging them down Eddie's legs till he could throw them to the side of the bed. Crawling his way back up Eddie's legs he left kisses and nips on any easily available inch of skin skirting past Eddie's dick entirely.

Eddie groaned once Steve made it all the way up his torso to his lips grabbed his hips hard, pulling him forward towards him but refusing to connect either his lips or his hips to Eddie's.

"You're killing me here man," he groaned out.

"I could always offer you," Steve started before pausing to reach into his pocket and pull out a condom.

"My protection," he continued with a smirk.

Eddie's mouth dropped open as the pieces clicked together in his brain fully. Throwing his head back into the pillows at the top of the bed he laughed fully.

"Anyone tell you you're a little bit of a bitch sweetheart?" he said with a smile. "I mean goddamn Harrington. How long have you been waiting to pull that line out?"

He finally looked back up to Steve only to falter at the expression on his face.

"I think the better question Eddie," he said pausing to rip the condom open with his teeth, "is how long I've been thinking about you like this."

Slipping the condom over Eddie's dick he blissfully ignored the groan of relief he let out at the touch alone.

"You and your goddamn mouth," Steve continued starting up an agonizingly slow pace as he stroked Eddie up and down, "I've been wanted to fuck those smirks off of it since the upside down.

"Whatever," he panted out, "whatever you want sweetheart just goddamn it Steve I need-"

"Shh," he said nipping his neck as he travelled downward once more again to hover with his lips just above Eddie's dick. Eddie stared down in wonder unsure if one of his longest standing wet dreams was about to become reality.

"Less talking, more moaning," Steve said before taking Eddie all the way down to touch where his hand gripped him already.

Eddie finally shut his brain off and stopped trying to speak. After all, his mouth had got him into this mess, and he'd be damned if he tried to get himself out of it.

Eddie could definitely get behind being protected, especially if it meant the way Steve twisted his wrist and his head at the same time. He didn't know he'd said that out loud until Steve pulled off to laugh, smiling up at him in delight.

"Anytime Munson," he said, "anytime."

He smiled once more before going back to his task, flicking his eyes up towards Eddie with his eyes closed in rapture on the bed.

"Delicate sensibilities my ass," he thought to himself smiling as much as his stretched mouth would allow.

Steve could definitely get behind protection too.

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Will be cross posting this to ao3 soon once I go through and grammar check and edit it but for now that's what you get. Enjoy!

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Castaway

When your charter plane crashes on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, you’re the only survivor. Well, you and the most irritating man in the known universe.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! reader

Genre: Desert island AU, smut, mild angst

Rating: 18+

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: Sex on a desert island, explicit sex, swearing, airplane crash

You don’t want to be that person, but you’re going to have to be. You lean over the counter at the ticketing desk in the airport and smile brightly.

‘I really hope you can help me, because I’m Bang Si-hyuk’s personal assistant, and he wants me in Seoul today.’

The perfectly groomed, supremely bored-looking woman behind the counter is unmoved, not even bothering to return your smile.

‘I’m sorry, madam, I really can’t help you.’

You turn away from the counter, trying to work down your frustration. Your job doesn’t necessarily rely on this, but if you don’t make this flight, you can kiss your future as a rising star at the company goodbye.

As you’re considering your alternatives, you see a man dressed in a baggy black tracksuit approach the desk.

He’s got a bucket hat pulled so low over his face all you can see is pink lips and the glint of a lip ring.

You wait for Ms Ice Queen behind the desk to send him packing.

To your disgust, she doesn’t, tilting her head to one side and giving him a coy smile.

No fucking way.

You march over to the desk just as she starts typing into her desktop.

‘Is there a space on this flight now?’ you ask, calm, syrupy sweet. ‘Because when I asked a minute ago there wasn’t.’

Tracksuit man tips his head back so he can see you better.

‘If you took that hat off you wouldn’t have to strain your neck to see around you,’ you say.

Are you being a sour bitch?

Maybe. It’s been a long fucking day.

His lips curve, and he pulls his hat off.

Damn. From the neck up, he’s kind of….

Attractive.

Fucking hot.

Gorgeous.

You gather the last of your wits and turn away from him resolutely.

Ice Queen looks at you. ‘I was just telling Mr Jeon here that there’s a small charter plane that flies into Incheon, leaving tonight. The capacity is very limited, though.’

You and ‘Mr Jeon’ exchange a look.

‘I’m sure they can find room for the both of us,’ he says, slimy as fresh frogspawn.

He tries to sling an arm over your shoulder, and you get a whiff of his aftershave as he moves closer.

Fresh, like newly laundered clothes.

‘I hope there’s plenty of room,’ you say, giving him a quelling look as you take a big step away. ‘Lead the way.’

***

The charter plane has two seats left, and your seat is next to your new acquaintance, but you’re so relieved you almost don’t care.

You bury your nose in your phone as the flight takes off.

Mr Jeon nudges you. ‘Want a snack?’

You glance at his rustling bag of popcorn.

‘No thank you,’ you reply politely.

The seats on this charter plane are pretty close together, and he’s pretty big.

Muscly.

His forearms flex as he tosses popcorn in his mouth.

The border of what looks like a tattoo sleeve peeks out from the sleeve of his jacket, and you remind yourself not to stare.

He leans closer as he looks out the window, and you press your back against the seat as his shoulders take up practically half your airspace.

This close, you can see the curl of his hair against the nape of his neck.

And god, why does he smell so good?

‘You’re in my space,’ you say faintly. Unconvincingly.

‘Sorry,’ he says cheerfully. Equally unconvincingly.

There’s a jolt of turbulence, and your stomach rolls.

Your hand clenches around the metal buckle of your seatbelt as there’s a prolonged run of rattling and shuddering.

Mr Jeon’s looking at you. ‘You’ll be fine,’ he says.

‘Fine,’ you echo.

The pilot’s voice comes on over the loudspeaker, but instead of the reassuring ‘buckle your seatbelts, we’ve reached a patch of turbulence,’ he sounds stone cold serious.

‘There’s been an engine failure, and as a precaution, I’d like everyone to get their life jackets on. I’ll do my best to land us somewhere safe.’

Your stomach flips, and you realise you’re clutching Mr Jeon’s arm.

‘Hey, what’s your name?’ he asks.

You tell him.

‘My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I’m from Busan. I have a brother and three dogs.’

He looks you right in the eyes as he tells you this information, speaking quietly but clearly.

You’ve already got an inkling why before he says, ‘just in case.’

You try to commit it all to memory as you pull your life jacket on, buckling it into place. Jungkook helps you tighten the straps before slipping his own on over his head.

The pilot says, grave and terrifying, ‘brace for impact.’

As you tuck your head against your knees you feel an arm curling around your back. Jungkook’s lifted the armrest between you and is holding you, tight against him.

His eyes meet yours as the plane begins to plummet, and you hear the beginning of thunderous impact before thankfully, everything fades to black.

***

You come to in stages, extending periods of lucidity.

First, the blinding sun, too much and too present when you can’t feel any of your limbs.

Then the smell of the sea, the sound of waves and screeching gulls.

Then the awareness of your body. That your hands can move. You lift a hand in front of your face. It’s blurry but it’s there. Responding to your will.

Your torso is twisted. You shift your hips and your legs move.

Then you remember the plane, and a surge of adrenaline sends you upright.

Fuck your neck hurts but you aren’t going to complain about that right now.

You remember Jeon Jungkook from Busan and you turn to check on him.

It’s only then that you realise half the plane is missing.

You grab for your phone, almost crying with relief when you realise it’s still in your pocket. There’s no reception, shit, but at least it’s on. You switch it off to conserve the battery.

You hear a faint moan from your periphery.

You recognise the all black attire, the muscular frame.

You hurry to him.

‘Jeon Jungkook,’ you say, scanning his face and body.

‘Jungkook!’

His eyes are closed, but he moans a little in response to your voice.

You lean over him, hand on his chest.

‘Jungkook,’ you say, urgently.

His eyes stay closed, but his hand lifts up, and as if on instinct, cups one of your breasts.

‘Gimme a sec, baby,’ he slurs. ‘Just one sec and we can go again.’

You stare at his hand over your tit, too shocked to do anything.

His eyes open.

‘Shit,’ he drawls. ‘Am I in heaven?’

***

It had been surprisingly difficult to convince Jungkook that sex was off the cards, for now.

He’d kept mumbling something about affirming life.

You’d tuned out and waited for him to wind down.

He’d also suggested many different sexual positions, a lot of which frankly sounded unrealistic, but he'd seemed absurdly, ludicrously confident about them.

You’d used the time to patch up a bloody wound on his head and gather your thoughts.

Finally he stops, and he’s now looking at you soberly.

‘We should see if anyone else needs help,’ he says.

You set your jaw and head for where the bulk of the shrapnel is. You don’t find any other living passengers.

The sun is beating down on both your heads, and you realise Jungkook’s looking a little pale.

‘Hey, we should get out of the sun,’ you say.

He nods, stumbling a little. You rush to his side and support him.

He leans heavily on you, and you realise his breathing is a little shallow too.

‘Don’t die on me Jungkook,’ you tell him firmly.

He doesn’t answer.

You lay him down in a shady patch in a grove of coconut trees and get him to drink some water you salvaged from the plane.

He lays there, so pale that you feel rising panic trying to break through the calm facade you’ve adopted thus far.

You stroke his hair back. His eyelids flicker.

‘I’m going to look for things that can help us, ok?’

He doesn’t respond, and you laugh a little hysterically. ‘Like a working phone.’

You squeeze his hand and promise, ‘Don’t worry I won’t be gone long, ok?’

In the time you’ve known him, he’s been most animated when he’s talking about sex, so you throw in a deal conscious Jungkook would definitely go for.

‘If you hang in there, Jungkook, I promise we can have sex once you’re up for it, ok? Any position you like.’

You think you see the faintest flicker of his eyelids, but it could just be your imagination.

***

You search the remains of the plane, concentrating now, salvaging all the things you noticed earlier whilst exploring with Jungkook and not wanting to leave him alone for too long.

When you get back, he’s still sleeping where you left him, shivering slightly. You cover him with a blanket, and, feeling slightly ridiculous because he’s sleeping on the ground, you put a pillow under his head.

He sighs a little and you smooth his brow with your fingers, hoping he finds your touch soothing.

It’s getting dark now, and you curse your lack of foresight at not looking for a flashlight, because the place you washed up on is so dark at night that everything seems a little scarier.

Jungkook’s still unconscious, but you think his breathing is easier.

You curl up next to him and try to sleep.

***

When you wake up, the sun has barely risen. You check on Jungkook and get him to sip some water.

You try not to think about what to do if he doesn’t wake up.

You need help. Your phone has no signal but you send texts and emails anyway, hoping they’ll reach someone in your contacts.

A second search of the plane doesn’t reveal anything more helpful. Nothing looks like it switches on.

You need to explore the island you’re on, but you’re loath to leave Jungkook.

When you get back from the plane, he’s sitting up against the coconut tree, holding his head.

‘Water,’ he croaks, voice raspy and strained.

You uncap one of the bottles of water you found and help him drink.

As soon as he’s gulped it down, he lists alarmingly to one side and you help him lie down.

‘It’s ok Jungkook,’ you tell him, smoothing his hair. ‘Get some rest.’

He settles his head in your lap, sighs, and goes back to sleep.

You can’t leave him, so you join him.

***

When you wake up again, he’s gone.

You’re up on your feet in an instant, calling his name.

Shit. You’ve spent all this time worrying about leaving him and the first thing he did when he woke up was ditch you.

You hear footsteps, and you turn to see him.

He’s standing, cheeks high with colour, a hard look in his eyes.

‘What the fuck happened?’ he asks.

His tone is intimidating, sharp, and you stumble over your words in your haste to explain.

‘The plane we were on crashed. We’re the only survivors. You had a cut on your head and you’re been unconscious for two days.’

‘Is help on the way?’ he snaps.

You stutter. ‘I - I don’t know,’ you confess.

‘Is there anyone else on the island?’ he asks.

‘I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to explore-‘

‘What have you been doing for two days?’ he asks, voice harsh. ‘Playing house?’

You stare at him in disbelief and shock.

‘You were hurt,’ you tell him. ‘I didn’t want to leave you alone —-‘

His expression hasn’t softened at all during your explanations.

You take a step back.

For the first time since you found him passed out near the plane, you feel the weight of recent events.

Jungkook’s better, but somehow you’re even more alone.

You take another step back, then another, and then you’re walking away.

He doesn’t call out after you. You don’t know that he even remembers your name.

***

At least with Jungkook awake and seemingly recovered, you’re free to go wherever you want.

The more you think about it, the more enraged you feel about your encounter.

How dare he be suspicious of you when you’ve practically kept him alive for two days?

How very dare he?

‘Not even so much as a thank you for saving my life,’ you mutter furiously.

You’ve given him all your water too.

The ungrateful asshole.

‘Asshole!’ you hiss.

You keep walking, following the shoreline.

Your stomach rumbles in a way that’s already familiar to you.

You think with dark resentment of the supplies bag you left with Jungkook.

It doesn’t matter. Let that asshole have all the snacks you salvaged.

‘Choke on them,’ you mutter.

No one can hear you, but it feels good to say anyway.

***

You’re straining to reach the coconut dangling by a tantalising thin stalk. You have no idea how you’re going to crack open the shell but you need this coconut.

Your entire world at this point depends on this fucking coconut.

There’s literally nothing else.

Certainly not a certain ungrateful asshole with your supplies bag who looks muscular enough to crack this baby open for you.

He practically owes you for keeping him alive the past two days.

You put him out of your head and focus on reaching for the coconut. If you can even just jostle it the slightest bit…

‘What are you doing?’

The voice startles you so badly your hand slips. You scramble and grab at a dried frond. It snaps in your hand and you fall out of the tree, onto your back into the sand.

You groan, winded but unharmed.

He leans over you, face blocking out the sun.

‘Are you ok?’

You don’t bother to answer.

You stare longingly up at the coconut, still taunting you with its green shell and the promise of sweetness within.

His hand reaches for your shoulder.

‘Seriously, are you ok?’

The concern in his voice makes you snort.

Your stomach rumbles because it hasn’t yet learned that no food is coming even if it makes itself heard.

‘Hey, I found the snacks you gathered. Come and eat something,’ he says.

You ignore him.

You’re trying to walk away when he grabs your arm again.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, trying to get you to look at him.

‘You should be,’ you say, and you realise with dismay that you’re practically crying with frustration and rage.

You walk away, swiping at your tears.

‘I’m sorry, I said some pretty awful things,’ he says, persistent.

He lifts a hand, thumb almost brushing the tracks of tears on your cheek before you lean away.

You muster your coldest stare. ‘It’s fine. We don’t know each other at all.’

You turn away. ‘Just give me a second, all right?’

***

You can hear him approaching you again.

Fuck.

At first he wouldn’t stop shouting at you and now he won’t stay the fuck away.

He drops down heavily in the sand next to you.

‘Here,’ he says.

You turn your head to see him holding out a coconut. His hand is large enough to hold it in his palm.

You take another sip of the whiskey you found in the plane.

He picks up the half bottle after you put it down. ‘Was this full?’ he asks.

‘I’m not sharing,’ you say firmly. ‘And this coconut is not open.’

You see him mouth your words as if he’s trying to make sense of them.

You make perfect sense to you.

He’s just being an asshole as usual.

You nod to yourself.

‘What’s the point in all those muscles if you can’t crack open a coconut?’ you ask, reasonably.

The corner of his mouth twitches up, as if he’s about to smile.

You blink at him.

‘I’ll crack it open for you if you come with me,’ he says.

‘No thanks, you’re an arrogant asshole,’ you say, brightly. You lean closer. ‘No offense.’

‘I’m not offended,’ he replies. ‘You’re right. I was a real asshole to you.’

‘Until you realised you need my survival skills,’ you point out. You take another swig of whiskey. It goes down smooth, so smooth, warming you.

Now he’s definitely smiling. ‘Yes, I need you. I can’t cope without you.’

‘I can help,’ you say, magnanimously. ‘But no fucking.’

He chokes on his own saliva, and you offer him your whiskey.

He takes a sip, then frowns. ‘Seriously how much have you drunk?’

‘I was thirsty,’ you tell him, sadly. ‘I left all the water with you.’

‘You were —‘ he breaks off and gets up.

‘Come on you should definitely drink something.’

He holds out a hand to help you up.

You miss it and land straight on your face in the sand with an ‘oof’.

You roll over and Jungkook slips an arm under your knees and another under your shoulders.

He lifts you up with such ease you would be impressed if he wasn’t such an asshole.

He laughs softly, and you realise you’ve said it out loud.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, quietly, shifting you so that your head is against his chest.

You want to tell him, without equivocation, that he’s not forgiven, but he’s warm, and he feels strong, and you’re already drifting away.

***

You sit bolt upright, heart and head thumping.

You need to pee so badly.

You realise that Jungkook’s stirring next to you.

You stumble as far away as you can and squat down near some foliage.

To your horror, you can hear Jungkook stumbling after you.

‘Go away!’ you call out, face burning. ‘I’m peeing!’

He stops.

‘Oh my god, get lost!’ you shout, when he shows no sign of walking away.

‘I need to pee too,’ he calls to you.

You can hear him unzipping, then the splatter of urine hitting the grass.

You’re mortified.

You squeeze your eyes shut and pray for this horror to end.

At least it’s too dark to see each other.

When you’re done, you get up and realise your head is pounding from the whiskey.

Jungkook’s voice startles a squeak out of you. ‘Are you ok?’

‘I’m fine,’ you reply quickly.

‘No need to be pissy about it,’ he says.

You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking.

‘Not funny,’ you huff.

He just chuckles softly to himself. ‘Come on let’s go back to sleep.’

****

When you wake up again you feel less like death, but it’s way too hot.

There’s an arm around your waist, your hips snuggled against the curve between a male torso and thighs. It’s not the first time you’ve woken to a man spooning you, but there is no one on this godforsaken island you’d like to spoon with.

You wriggle your hips, and his hand comes to grip your hip, hard.

‘Stop wriggling,’ Jungkook says.

‘I’m trying to get away,’ you protest.

‘Why?’ he asks, sounding perfectly reasonable. ‘It’s nice spooning like this.’

‘Because I hate your personality,’ you explain. ‘I can’t fuck an asshole.’

‘Which assholes have messed with you?’ Jungkook demands, not missing a beat. ‘I’ll take care of them.’

‘You’re an asshole,’ you point out sweetly.

Jungkook chuckles, low, his breath near your shoulder making you shiver.

‘I’ll break open a coconut for you today. And I want to go fishing. Come with me?’

‘I’ll check my schedule,’ you reply, coolly.

His hand tightens on your hip. ‘Don’t be a brat,’ he says.

You hum, and wriggle your hips again as you pull away from him.

He gets up and adjusts his bottoms. ‘Let’s go.’

‘I could use a coffee,’ you say, longingly.

‘And I could use a blowjob.’

‘Use your hand,’ you say, unsympathetic.

‘Want to help?’ he asks, hopefully.

‘Nope.’

****

‘You’re going to get sunburn,’ you tell Jungkook. ‘You don’t really need to do that shirtless.’

Jungkook’s trying to catch fish in the small stream you’d found whilst exploring.

‘I don’t mind if you stare at me,’ he says, generous.

You roll your eyes so hard you make yourself dizzy.

Jungkook sings to himself as he looks into the water.

His voice is higher than you expected considering the way he’s always growling at you, his tone pretty. He carries a tune surprisingly well.

‘You’re scaring the fish,’ you say, sourly.

‘Come and help me then,’ Jungkook says.

You slip off your jeans and step into the stream with him.

‘I bet I can catch one before you,’ you taunt.

He doesn’t answer, and you realise he’s staring at your legs.

‘Fuck,’ he says, finally. ‘Are those pink panties?’

You scowl and ignore him.

‘You’re making me uncomfortable,’ you tell him.

‘I’m sorry,’ he apologises immediately.

You go back to staring into the water, staying perfectly still. A silvery body skims past your legs, and you reach down quickly and grab it.

The sliminess of the cold scales makes you gag a little, but you hold on tight.

You take a few steps to the bank and slip on the wet grass, landing hard on your elbow.

Jungkook’s next to you in seconds. ‘Are you ok?’ he asks, concern in his voice.

You loosen your grip on the fish and it flops on the grass.

Jungkook’s hand is curled around your elbow, cupping it.

Like this, his bare chest is inches above yours, his face tipped so close to you that you realise you’re holding your breath.

‘Y/N,’ Jungkook says, eyes intent on you. ‘Are you hurt?’

You swallow. ‘I’m ok,’ you say.

Jungkook smooths your hair away from your face.

It’s surprisingly tender.

‘Well done on catching the fish for us,’ he says, voice low.

‘Who said I was sharing?’ you ask, frowning a little.

Jungkook just laughs softly. ‘You’re so fucking cute.’

You realise his thigh is wedged between your bare legs, high up, and your t-shirt has ridden up.

Jungkook follows the direction of your gaze.

He swallows, and you brace for sexual harrassment.

Instead, he tugs the hem of your t-shirt down and gets up, turning away from you quickly.

‘Let’s try and catch more,’ he says.

***

The fire that Jungkook’s started is pathetic but it’s enough to give you light in the dark now the sun’s setting but also more importantly, it’s enough to make your fish less raw.

You’re wondering where Jungkook is because your stomach feels like it’s digesting itself at the smell of the cooking fish.

He approaches you from the coconut grove, and you try not to watch the way he walks because it’s making you feel a little warm.

His hair’s curling in the humidity, flopping over his eyes. The sun exposure has given his already beautiful skin a glow and damn. Those muscles.

You look at your feet.

‘Here,’ he says. ‘An aperitif.’

You burst out laughing at his goofy expression, and then realise he’s holding out a cracked coconut.

You look at him, wide-eyed. ‘Is this for me?’

‘I promised you I’d crack it open for you,’ he says.

You tilt the coconut over your mouth and moan at the explosion of cool sweet juice that runs down your throat.

‘Jungkook,’ you say, delightedly.

He’s looking at you, almost shy.

You smile up at him. ‘Thank you.’

You offer it to him, but he shakes his head. ‘It’s all yours. I love how happy you look right now.’

Your eyes fly to his, but he seems perfectly sincere.

‘Thank you for taking care of me,’ he says. ‘I’m sorry I was such an asshole when I woke up.’

‘I couldn’t leave you to die, Jeon Jungkook from Busan,’ you tell him.

‘I’ll crack open as many coconuts as you want, Y/N L/N,’ Jungkook tells you.

He grins, crookedly at you. ‘Let’s eat.’

****

Jungkook takes a swig of your whiskey and lays back to look at the stars with you.

‘Do you think help is on the way?’ you ask. The alcohol is making you feel strangely sober.

‘I’m sure it is,’ he says, and he’s so convincing it’s hard not to believe him.

His skin gleams in the glow from the dying embers, flushed a pretty pink from the whiskey.

‘We should make a shelter,’ you muse. ‘We’ve been lucky so far but if it rains we’re screwed.’

‘We should explore the rest of the island too,’ Jungkook suggests.

You take a sip of whiskey.

‘Maybe tomorrow,’ you say, nodding at him.

He laughs. ‘It’s a date.’

Jungkook leans over you to get the bottle, and for a moment his face is so close to yours you can’t look at him.

He brushes your hair back from your face.

Your skin tingles at his touch.

He murmurs your name.

His breath warms your cheek like a kiss.

His lips press softly against yours, slow, careful. Your lips part, and he kisses your bottom lip, tugging it.

Your heart skips several beats.

Jungkook’s hand slides around the back of your head, pulling you close, deepening the kiss.

It’s electric.

In this wild place, with the disaster you find yourselves in, his touch is everything you need.

You moan into his mouth, and you feel the tension in his body.

‘Y/N,’ he says, quietly. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘Yes,’ you say. He pulls back a little, eyes searching yours.

‘Is this what you want?’ you ask, tentative.

He laughs softly. ‘Shit. You have no idea how much I want this.’

He pushes up the hem of your t-shirt, up past the curve of your abdomen.

‘God, your skin,’ he marvels, big hand splaying over you.

You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, gratified by the way he stops to stare at your breasts.

Jungkook lays fiery kisses over the tops of your breasts, tongue darting out to lick between them.

Your thighs rub against each other, and Jungkook chuckles. ‘Do you want me there?’

You tug him closer. ‘Yeah,’ you say.

He slips a hand under your panties, groaning at the slickness he finds.

You tug his shirt over his head, and revel in the feel of his bare torso against yours.

Jungkook pulls you into his lap, taking control with an authority that surprises and thrills you considering you can barely take him seriously otherwise.

He slants his mouth over yours, grunting a little as you grind against him.

He hooks his fingers over the waistband of your panties and tugs.

‘Off,’ he whines.

‘Take yours off, let me see your cock,’ you say, lifting off him just enough to slip your panties down and off one leg.

Jungkook’s obliging about stripping off, you hadn’t expected otherwise. His erection slaps against his abs as he tugs his briefs off.

He curls a hand around himself, mouth slightly open as he takes in your naked body above him.

His eyes meet yours.

‘I have a condom,’ he announces.

You burst out laughing.

‘You really are some sort of fuckboy,’ you say, amused.

He’s already unrolling it over his cock.

‘Come sit,’ he says, hand on your thigh.

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

You lower yourself onto him, and the slide’s so good you both moan as you take him in to the hilt, his balls snug against your ass.

He whispers praise for you as you ride him, his hands clutching your ass and thighs, spreading you for him.

You don’t catch much of it, lost in the pleasure of his hardness throbbing inside you, stretching you in the best way.

Jungkook laps at your nipples, seemingly transfixed by the way your tits are bouncing in his face as you ride him.

‘We need to do more of this,’ he pants. ‘So fucking good.’

You want to reply but you cry his name instead as your pleasure peaks and you pulse around his cock.

Jungkook grunts and holds you tight to him as he bucks his hips. His cry as he cums echoes through the still of the night.

He drops his head on your shoulder, panting, sweaty.

‘You’re a great fuck,’ he says, as though he’s bestowing a huge compliment on you.

‘Damn JK, you never said you were such a romantic,’ you say dryly.

He laughs then.

‘It took me ten tries to get that coconut open for you,’ he confesses.

‘I appreciate it,’ you tell him.

‘I’ll do it every day if you want.’

‘You should probably get better at it then,’ you say.

You smile at each other.

‘I’m dripping out the condom,’ Jungkook groans.

‘Can you just stop talking now?’ you complain.

Jungkook snickers and taps your ass.

‘Want to go skinny dipping?’

***

‘Hey what’s that?’ Jungkook calls.

You look at where he’s pointing and see what looks like a man-made structure.

‘Civilisation!’ he whoops, running forward into what looks like a thatched hut.

‘You know what this means?’ you ask. ‘This island must have been inhabited at some point.’

Jungkook’s shuffling his feet along the floor. ‘It’s great not to feel sand or grass. Concrete all the way!’

His enthusiasm is infectious.

You run a hand along the low stone wall like you’ve never felt a wall before.

Jungkook waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

‘I’m pretty strong,’ he tells you.

You roll your eyes. ‘Is everything about sex for you?’

‘Most things,’ Jungkook says, cheerfully.

He runs at you suddenly, picking you up in his arms.

‘Let go,’ you complain. ‘I get it, you’re strong!’

‘Say it again, more breathy this time,’ Jungkook coaches.

‘You’re so strong, Jungkook,’ you say, sultry.

He closes his eyes. ‘Now say more, Jungkook.’

‘More, Jungkook,’ you breathe. ‘More.’

‘Fuck,’ he swears.

You squeeze his arm, and his tricep jerks. ‘Come on, we have more things to find.’

‘Quickie in the sex hut?’ he suggests, hopefully.

‘Don’t call it that,’ you warn.

‘Love shack?’

‘No,’ you say sternly.

‘I have a condom,’ Jungkook coaxes.

‘Christ, how many did you bring on the flight with you?’

He reaches into his pocket like he’s going to count them in front of you.

You put your hand over his.

‘I love that you practise safe sex but now is not the time. We have to keep searching while it’s light.’

He sighs.

‘Are you pouting?’ you demand, tugging his arm so he’ll turn back to you.

‘No,’ he says, pouting.

You go up on your tiptoes against his chest and press a kiss between his collarbones.

‘You’re cute when you’re sulky,’ you inform him.

‘Is it working?’ he asks, eyes sparkling.

‘No. But sulky Jungkook is better than angry Jungkook.’

‘What about horny Jungkook?’ he asks.

‘He’s the best one,’ you say, approving.

You slip out from under his arm as he tries to grab you again.

****

Jungkook returns, triumphant, from the coconut grove.

‘I did one for each of us,’ he says, passing you one.

‘Cheers,’ you say, tapping your coconut against his.

He takes a long gulp of his then leans back onto his hands, looking at you.

His lips glisten juicily, and you lean close and lick up his chin.

He tries to grab you, but you’re already back where you were.

‘What should we order in for dinner tonight?’ you ask, jokingly.

‘I could do a steak,’ Jungkook says, considering. ‘Or ribs.’

He puts an arm around your shoulders.

‘Do you know what the stars are called?’ you ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

‘No,’ Jungkook replies. He’s not even looking, sticky lips brushing against the skin of your neck.

He hums his approval as you tug him closer.

‘How many condoms do you have left?’

He laughs softly. ‘Let’s put it this way, we’ll run out of food way before I run out of condoms.’

‘There’s always blow jobs,’ you muse.

Jungkook cups a hand over himself. ‘Don’t get my hopes up.’

‘At this rate, I’d blow you for a banana,’ you say.

Jungkook considers this for longer than you expect.

You flick him on the forehead.

‘Are you fantasizing about bananas?’

‘Yeah,’ he says, and you’re still giggling about it when his lips meet yours again.

***

You’re sitting out near the water at sunrise, trying to fight the sense of hopelessness and panic you feel.

There has to be a rescue team on its way, right?

I mean, there definitely would be if it was a big commercial flight.

What about a tiny charter plane?

Someone would have reported that a literal plane fell out of the sky.

Surely.

It’s been days.

Jungkook lands next to you. He’s been running, trying to expend his excess energy.

The man’s got no off switch.

You?

You just feel tired.

‘Maybe today’s the day,’ he says.

You glance at him.

‘Fingers crossed,’ you say, mustering up a cheerfulness you don’t feel.

***

The rainstorm starts without warning. One minute you’re fishing, the next you’re trying to get out of the stream.

You run for the shelter you found.

You can hear Jungkook’s voice in your head calling it the love shack.

You grin wryly to yourself as you hurry towards it.

You strip off your top as you look out for Jungkook. The more sex you’ve had, the more comfortable you feel being practically naked in front of him.

He’d muttered something about finding fruit this morning and you haven’t seen him since.

The rain falls relentlessly, noisily onto the tin roof of the hut.

You’re just about to go looking for him when you see him splashing along.

He bursts into the hut, face frantic.

When he sees you he pulls you into his arms.

You can feel his heart thumping, see the pulse in his neck.

‘Went to the stream. I was worried you’d been swept away in the storm,’ he utters, face against your hair.

‘You were worried about me?’

Your hands are wandering down to the waistband of his sweatpants. You stop when you feel something oddly firm that doesn’t feel quite like his cock.

You’re pretty familiar with his cock.

Jungkook grins down at you.

‘That’s not me,’ he says.

You’re already reaching into his pocket when he says, proudly, ‘you said you’d blow me for a banana.’

You don’t know whether to be amused or annoyed with him.

All you know is, he looks pretty fucking good smiling down at you, wet hair in his face, tee plastered to his beautiful body.

His eyes darken as he takes in your half-naked body.

‘I’m pretty wet,’ you tell him.

‘Yeah?’ Jungkook says.

He’s pressing you against the wall, hard chest against yours.

He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is.

Your panties are shoved down unceremoniously.

Jungkook spits into his hand and shoves his fingers against your cunt.

You aren’t quite wet enough yet, but you know he’ll get you there.

‘Just get in me,’ you say, mouth against his ear.

You lift your leg and he grabs your thigh, pinning it against his hip.

He lines himself up and pushes in, hard, rough.

‘Fuck,’ you moan. He feels hard, hot and the stretch is exquisite.

Jungkook’s concentrating, brows furrowed as he thrusts.

He feels so good you could scream.

He squeezes your ass, kneading roughly, grunting as he fucks you.

You realise your mouth is open against his skin, and you bite his neck, a spot you know he’s sensitive.

‘Fuck,’ whines Jungkook. ‘Fuck.’

His hips circle once, twice, and then he’s slamming himself into you.

Your orgasm hits fast and intense, making your knees buckle.

Jungkook cups your ass in his hand, squeezing tight.

He says your name when he cums.

And then you’re leaning against each other, sweating and panting.

Jungkook’s first to recover.

‘Snack?’ he offers, holding out the banana to you.

‘Yeah.’

You’re eating your bananas, sitting next to each other on the low wall, watching the rain, when you turn to him.

‘We didn’t use a condom,’ you say.

‘I’m clean,’ he replies, so quickly you know it’s occurred to him too.

‘I am too.’

You’re quiet a moment, then he says, ‘my mom keeps hassling me about grandkids.’

You mull that over as you finish your banana.

‘It’s not the right time of the month for it, for me,’ you say, considering.

‘Ok,’ says Jungkook. ‘I just mean, I’ll — take responsibility.’

His sentence hangs in the air between you.

You turn and kiss him on the cheek, quickly.

‘You’re an asshole sweetheart, Jungkook.’

You exchange a smile and finish the rest of your bananas in silence.

***

‘Fuck,’ says Jungkook. ‘Is that a snake?’

You’re up and dancing instantly. ‘Where?’

Jungkook’s up too. ‘There!’

You follow the direction he’s pointing in and see it.

It’s black with yellow markings, it’s long, and it is most definitely a snake.

You swallow your scream with effort.

‘Let’s get the fuck out of here,’ Jungkook says.

He grabs your hand and you run out near the water’s edge.

‘Fuck,’ breathes Jungkook.

‘What?’ you ask, scrambling up his body.

Jungkook steadies you, hands supporting your ass, helping you wrap your legs around his hips.

‘It’s a chopper.’

***

It’s a chopper ride, another plane journey and a bus, another day or so before you arrive in Seoul.

You and Jungkook hold hands for most of the bus journey.

You’re met by your families at the bus terminal.

Your father brings the car round to take you home and you look for Jungkook to say goodbye.

You don’t see him at first, and a sick feeling unfolds in the pit of your stomach. It can’t end like this.

Then you spot him. He’s looking around, like you, and when your eyes meet his smile could stop your heart.

You’re heading towards each other, and the closer you get the better it feels. Like returning to baseline.

You stop too close to him, so close you have to tilt your head to look up at him.

‘You wanna get steak sometime?’ you ask.

You’re normally shy about asking guys out, but he’s not just a guy.

He’s Jungkook, and though you wouldn’t necessarily have chosen him as your desert island pick, you don’t think you could have been stranded with anyone better.

He laughs. ‘That’s better than what I was gonna say.’

You tilt your head at him, curious. ‘What were you going to say?’

‘I was gonna say you still owe me a blow job for that banana.’

You both freeze as an elderly lady passes by. She gives you a kindly smile.

‘That’s my grandma,’ says Jungkook, and you’re amused to see the flush in his cheeks.

‘Thank god she’s pretty hard of hearing.’

You giggle.

‘I’ll call you, pretty girl,’ says Jungkook. He leans down to kiss you, chaste.

His hand brushes the small of your back, then sneaks down to squeeze your ass.

You try to slap him away but he’s already shoved his hand back in his pocket.

‘Don’t dream of me too much,’ he says.

You roll your eyes and turn. His laughter rings in your ears as you walk away.

***

You’re nervous.

Objectively, you know you look good, better than your sunburned, bedraggled self on the island, but the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop.

You’re meeting Jungkook for dinner tonight. It’s been two months since you parted ways at the bus terminal.

You’d meant to meet sooner, but life had got in the way. Two weeks had turned into six, and now you’re half expecting him to cancel on you.

It’s been long enough that you’re questioning everything you experienced.

Sure, the sex was mind-blowing.

Sure, you seemed to get on ok, but maybe it was just because he wanted to get his dick wet just in case you didn’t get rescued.

You remember his eyes flashing when he’d accused you of not trying hard enough to get help whilst he’d been unconscious.

The contempt in his eyes when he’d asked you if you’d been ‘playing house.’

You also remember him telling you, quietly and seriously, that he was Jeon Jungkook from Busan, with three dogs, when you’d both thought you were going to die.

You remember the relief on his face when he’d run back to the hut and seen you were safe.

You remember how he gasped your name as he came inside you during the rainstorm.

You have no idea how tonight’s going to go.

You think you get to the restaurant early, but the hostess informs you that Mr Jeon is already waiting at the bar.

You have a sudden flare of anxiety as you’re looking for him that you might not recognise him.

That he might not recognise you.

He sees you first, he’s already getting up from his bar stool when you spot him.

‘Hey,’ he says, smiling warmly at you.

‘Hi,’ you say, a little awkwardly.

His eyes skim over your black dress, the heels you’d agonised over.

You hadn’t wanted to look like you were trying too hard.

Just in case none of it meant anything to him.

‘You look pretty,’ he says.

‘Thanks,’ you reply, ‘you look great.’

He does. He’s gained back some of the weight he lost on the island, his tan’s faded to a pale gold, and his eyes are bright.

‘Shall we?’ he asks, holding out his arm.

***

Your meet-up with Jungkook isn’t going well. You can’t find any common ground.

You’ve resorted to chatting about the weather.

He’s been, none too subtly, checking out your tits.

Everything seems wrong.

You guess you must have been remembering everything wrong, because at this rate, you’ll probably never speak again.

You’re so disappointed you could cry.

Here’s the man you survived a plane crash with. You’d survived being stranded on a deserted island.

Now you’re watching him chew on ribeye and even the meat doesn’t live up to your expectations.

The only saving grace is that you sense he’s as frustrated as you are.

There’s a furrow between his brows, that’s got deeper as the night goes on.

You’re leaning back on your chair, further away from him when all you’ve wanted for the past two months is to touch him again.

You’re completely disconnected from him.

In fact, you’re so far apart it’s like you’re not even in the same room.

You insist on splitting the check.

Neither of you suggests dessert.

You hug him awkwardly as you part ways.

‘See you, Jungkook.’

You muster the best smile you have because you suspect this is the last time you’ll make plans to meet and you can’t bear for his last impression of you to be anything but amicable.

Not after everything you’ve been through together.

You turn away and walk down the street.

You can’t help it.

You turn back once just to see him one last time.

He’s standing where you left him. He’s looking at you too.

Your eyes meet, and you feel it.

He’s heading towards you now, hurrying, almost running along the crowded city pavement.

His breath comes out in puffs of white when he reaches you, the tip of his nose pink from the cold.

He’s reaching out, arms wrapping around you, pulling you into him.

‘What the fuck was that?’ he gasps, lips against your hair. ‘What the fuck was that?’

You’re already curling your arms around him in turn, pressing your face into his neck.

‘Jungkook,’ you breathe.

‘Y/N,’ he replies, tilting your head up, resting his forehead against yours.

And just like that, everything snaps into focus again. The lights from the street lamps, the sounds of traffic, the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

It’s as sweet as you remember.

***

Jungkook’s apartment is dark, but he doesn’t switch the lights on.

He drops his keys on a table near the door, and in almost the same movement, he’s turned back to you.

‘I’ve missed you,’ he says.

His hot mouth descends onto yours. The kiss is rushed, sloppy, like he can’t even pull himself together enough to kiss you properly.

You aren’t doing much better. He pushes his thigh between your legs, and your clit’s already so sensitive you could come just from that.

‘Jungkook,’ you plead.

‘I know, baby,’ he soothes.

His hands tug uselessly at your dress, and you turn quickly so he can get your zip.

Instead, he yanks up the skirt of your dress and grinds his erection against your ass.

‘Can I?’ he gasps.

‘Yeah,’ you moan. ‘Yeah, now.’

Jungkook’s inside you before you finish speaking.

‘Ahhh fuck,’ he moans, long and loud.

You arch your back, and his arm tightens around your hips, pulling you back into him, snugger onto his cock.

You cry his name as he fucks you against the door of his apartment, desperately, frantically.

‘Gonna cum, I can’t —-‘

You’re already there, one brush of your own fingers over his and you’re tightening around him, screaming his name as you cum.

Jungkool groans, deep in his chest, and you feel him spilling inside you.

There’s so much of him it leaks down your thighs.

‘Fuck,’ he says, head dropping onto your shoulder. ‘Did I hurt you?’

You’re too fucked out to answer, and a moment later he’s trying to turn you to face him.

‘No,’ you say, reaching back to grab his hips. ‘Stay in me for a bit.’

Jungkook’s arms tighten around you.

‘I’ve fucking missed you,’ he tells you.

‘I’ve missed you too, JK.’

He holds you like that until you both start shivering from the cold and decide to move to his bed.

***

Jungkook’s tracing the line of your cheek with his finger.

You think it’d be more romantic if your lips weren’t currently wrapped around his cock.

He gasps as you press your tongue to the underside of him, and take him in deeper.

He taps your chin. ‘Up.’

You look up at him, mouth full of his cock, and he groans. ‘Fuck! You look so good.’

He’s pulling you up though, off of him, pushing you back against his surprisingly clean bed.

You turn your face into his sheets as he slips his fingers into you.

‘Still so wet,’ he marvels.

‘It’s your cum,’ you remind him.

‘Yeah. Let me eat it out of you.’

He presses your legs apart and proceeds to lick you out until you’re coming apart on his face.

***

You wake sometime between midnight and the early hours, curled into Jungkook’s chest like how you used to sleep on the island.

He’s pressing kisses against your bare back.

You wriggle your ass against his groin.

He slips into you easily, like he’s always belonged inside you.

He rocks his hips against your ass, his hands coming up to pinch your nipples.

You’re so wet already, you can’t even recall whether it’s Jungkook’s cum or your own arousal.

You whine his name, and he turns you onto your front.

‘One more,’ he says, squeezing your ass. ‘One more for me.’

He fucks into you like he can’t get enough, fucking you through your orgasm, pulling out at the last second to paint your ass.

You should get cleaned up, but Jungkook falls asleep with his cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and you haven’t the willpower to pull away from his warmth.

You’ve been through worse together.

***

Three years later

Jungkook walks into the bedroom, and your attention is drawn to the outlandish bulge in his sweats.

Your boyfriend’s not lacking in the size department, but this is something else.

You raise an eyebrow as he climbs onto the bed where you’re lying down.

‘I have something for you.’

‘Is it from the produce department?’ you inquire, unable to tear your eyes away from his groin.

‘Find out for yourself,’ Jungkook says.

You sigh as you reach into his pants.

Your hands graze over what is definitely at least a semi, and then the smooth skin of a banana.

‘If you wanted a blow job, JK —-‘

You break off when you see what’s written on the banana, in Jungkook’s neat and precise writing.

Marry me.

‘No,’ you say.

His happy smile falters.

‘Why not?’

‘No way. I’m not marrying some clown who proposes to me with a banana in his pants.’

Jungkook smirks, smugly.

‘I knew you’d say that.’

He cups your face in his hands.

‘Y/N, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?’

It’s oddly conventional, but he seems totally sincere.

At least it’s not like the previous three times he’d asked, whilst balls deep inside you.

‘I’d love to marry you, Jungkook.’

He kisses you, long and sweet.

‘No takesies backsies.’

‘I take it ba—-‘

He stops you with another kiss.

Then another.

He stops kissing you long enough to present you with a rather beautiful ring.

***

The wedding is going so smoothly it’s making you feel a little jittery.

The venue is beautifully decorated, the guests well-behaved so far.

The wedding party is all accounted for.

Your dress fits like a dream.

All of your and Jungkook’s extended family have managed to fly in to attend.

You stop at the top of the aisle, and the expression on Jungkook’s face is so tender it makes tears prick at your eyelids.

Jungkook holds your hands against his chest as he recites his vows.

‘I feel like I was given another chance to live my life, and I can’t imagine doing that without you by my side. Your courage makes me feel grateful every day.’

There’s a sudden spark of mischief in his eyes, and you know him so well you’re already pulling him into a kiss before he says, ‘and you’re a great f—‘

Your lips catch the swear word he was about to say in front of the marriage officiator and all your friends and family.

Jeon Jungkook’s always been a fucking liability.

But damn, you love him anyway.

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