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httpsyeons · 3 months

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could i request a le sserafim (unnie line ofc) g!p x fem!reader where maybe the reader is sakura or chaewon gf but the other girls keeps ‘playfully’ asking them to share you a bit, so they do? 🥹

⭑ — playtime : miyawaki sakura x kim chaewon x huh yunjin x fem!reader

☆ a/n : i apologize for the wait, this took a few days! reader is on the pill yall.

☆ warnings : smut. g!p sakura. g!p chaewon. g!p yunjin. top!unnie line. bot!reader. foursome. voyeurism. fingering. cunnilingus. creampie. slight cock warming. blowjobs. handjobs. multiple orgasms. slight cuck!sakura. written under the cut!

☆ word count : over 2k atp, un proofread

It started with Yunjin. Every time you and Sakura would be cuddling on the couch or in the kitchen together, she'd come up and playfully nudge her arm against Sakura's, give a look toward you and then she'd say; "Why not give me a spin?"

Sakura would roll her eyes, maybe pull you a bit closer to her, and then Yunjin would be on her way and your girlfriend would whisper faintly to you. "Ignore her, sweetheart," She'd say. "She's just messing around."

But...then Chaewon started nagging too.

It had been at a dance practice the first time. Her eyes were following you the entire time, and she had walked over to Sakura. The two were in a hushed conversation but you could make out when Chaewon very clearly asked to "play a bit."

You didn't think anything would come of it, you and Sakura were in a pretty serious relationship afterall. But then one night she lat out asked you, her hand running up and down your thigh. "Would you like the other girls to play with you?"

And somehow from there you'd landed in the position you were in now. With sakura behind you rubbing your waist as she peppered kisses along your neck, Chaewon and Yunjin to either side of you- softly cupping your breasts and tweaking with the nipples there. You were trembling at the little stimulation, looking between the girls with a flush.

"So soft," Yunjin whispered softly, thumbing at your hard nipple. You whimpered at the action. Sakura's mouth opened a bit and she lightly bit down on your skin, her hands sliding down and pushing your legs open a bit. You were just in your panties, so the rush of air made you shake.

Chaewon spoke up first. "God, so pretty..."

You flushed, the gaze of all three girls making you squirm. Yunjin slightly shifted to lean back on her hands. She tilted her head at you softly as Sakura spoke. "Pretty girl," She cooed, using her free hand to soft grab yours, guiding it to Yunjin. "You've got Jen all worked up...why don't you help her out?"

She places your hand right over the growing buldge in Yunjin's pants, and the redhead bites down on her lip, eyeing you through her lashes. You nod faintly at your girlfriend, who drops her hands from you so you can lean closer to Yunjin on your knees, undoing the string of her shorts and tugging them down until her cock is free and hitting up against her belly. You reach forward and grab it, starting off with slow, methodical strokes, the way you would Sakura.

Speaking of the girl, she softly lips your hips up, forcing you into pressing all your weight onto your knees as her hand comes to once again palm at your pussy through your underwear. You moan softly at the feeling, but continue to jerk Yunjin off. The redhead nods softly. "That's good, jus' speed up for me..."

So you do, loosening your grip so your wrist can move more freely up and down her cock. Yunjin grunts and lets out a soft moan, clearly enjoying your ministrations. As you jerk her off, Sakura's hand comes up to the hem of your panties and tugs them down, letting them pool at your knees.

"So wet," She chides, leaning back, her hand on her hardening dick.

You whine at the feeling of cold air hitting your already soaked pussy, but before you can worry more- you feel hands holding your thighs softly. When you look back; it's Chaewon, but before you can say anything, she leans her mouth close and laps her tongue out- delving into your folds. You moan out, pausing your ministrations on Yunjin's dick briefly.

Her hand laces in your hair and forces you to look at her. "Look at me baby, focus on me..."

She guides your face down, and you willingly open your mouth to take the head of her cock in, sucking softly and swirling your tongue there. As you do so, Chaewon's tongue swirls over your clit, sucking softly and leaving you moaning around Yunjin's cock. Sakura sits idly to the side, watching her girl with her best friends.

Her dick is incredibly hard, and she's stroking it softly, but seeing the pleasure the other two girls get from you she can't help but move closer. Her eyes meet yours as she gently takes your hand and puts it on her cock. Locking you in the position of sucking Yunjin off and jerking Sakura all while Chaewon eats you out. Talk about a scene from a porno.

Chaewon seems to get tired of using her tongue on you and moves away, replacing it with her fingers as she circles your entrance and slowly pushing two in, going knuckle deep inside of you. "Fuck," Chae mutters, feeling around your tight pussy and listening to your pretty moans. "Take my fingers so well...getting you nice and ready for my cock."

You moan again around Yunjin's cock, and she presses you down her cock further, making you take more and more in. "God, this throat does wonders.." Yunjin moans, squeezing your hair appreciatively.

Chaewon won't stop relentlessly stretching your pussy wider and wider for her, and you have to wonder how big her cock actually is. But everytime your mind shifts to the thought, Yunjin presses you down harder on her cock, or Sakura leans and smacks your ass to startle you.

Looking up at Yunjin, you gage how close she is by the way her face twitches, the way she furrows her brows together and lifts her head to the sky. You hear the sound behind you of Chaewon unzipping her fly finally. Mentally preparing herself, you instead feel her fingers continuing to pump in and out of you. "Is raw fine?"

You look toward Sakura, who's looking over at Chaewon and nodding loosely as you continue to stroke her cock. "She's a real good girl for raw cock," She looks down at you, gently thrusting her hips into your hand. "Aren't you, babygirl?"

You whine in response, your hips rubbing back against Chaewon's fingers. She swears softly, and pulls out, bringing her cockhead up and rubbing it against your entrance in a soft circle. "So fucking needy, you want my cock baby?"

Another whine from you is all she needs to softly slide her cock inside of you. It's bigger than you thought it would be, stretching you nice and wide for her. All the work she did before pays off a bit, but her girth is what kills you. Stretching you so wide for her. You speed your movements up on Sakura's dick softly, rubbing her sensitive tip just the way she likes it. Your tongue swirls the tip of Yunjin's cock and she twitches in your mouth.

Yunjin whines and arches her hips up softly into your mouth. You gag slightly as her cock hits the back of your throat, but continue to suck her off anyway- squeezing your eyes shut. Yunjin pants, and slams into your mouth again, just as Chaewon starts to pick up the pace and relentlessly fuck into your warm pussy.

You moan at the feeling of Yunjin's sticky warm cum slide down your throat, you swallow it all and pull off, licking your lips. But just as Yunjin breathes out, Sakura takes her space. "Catch your breath," She purrs. "You have a lot of work ahead of you, baby..."

You huff and struggle to breath, feeling Chaewon's cock sliding so deep in your pussy. But once you deem yourself ready, you swallow and take Sakura's cock in your mouth. Yunjin moves off to the side with a soft groan, holding her half-hard, flushed cock in her hand. Her eyes watch one of her best friends be sucked off by you, while the other relentlessly pounds into you.

Chaewon grunts from behind you, driving her dick deep inside until it rubs against your G-spot, honestly you think your eyes are going to roll back into your brain in a minute. She's just fucking you so well on her cock.

Sakura's hand laces in your hair the way Yunjin has and she guides you back and forth on her cock with a sigh. "You're so good princess. My perfect girl..."

You whimper around her cock, feeling your climax approaching from Chaewon's relentless assault. She doesn't stop, feeling her dick twitch and you desperately squeeze around her. "Fuck..pussy's so fucking tight for me.."

She grunts, digging into you G-spot again and again. Her movements grow erratic, sloppily hitting her hips against yours. You have to pull Sakura's cock out of your mouth as your moans grow louder, your head pressing against her thigh. Sakura pets your head softly. "Take her cock baby, be a good girl..."

You whine, Chae speeds up. She's like a restless animal, fucking you so hard and deep that you're seeing fucking stars. And then finally, you're coming with a jolt and she's squeezing your hips, emptying her seed deep inside your pussy. "Fuck..!" She grunts out, whimpering. "So goddamn tight...f-fuck, milking me dry.."

She whimpered and leaned closer, slowing and fucking her hips into yours. "God, you're so good. You're so good..."

Her seed enters deep into you, filling your womb a bit before she pulls out with a sigh. Sakura takes the initiative to bring your mouth down on her cock, breathing out shakily as you feel Chaewon's cum slide down your thighs. You hear the sheets shift, and suddenly Yunjin's cock is rubbing against your battered pussy.

“Fuck, so warm..” She muttered, pressing in and just waiting there for you to be ready. Her hand fell at the dip in your back and rubbed slowly. You whine, feeling a bit overwhelmed with Sakura’s cock in your mouth, and Yunjin’s teasing your hole, but you can’t help but lean back and grind against her cock more. “That’s a good girl..” Yunjin coos, leaning forward and letting her cock be enveloped by the warmth of your velvety walls mixed with Chaewon’s cum.

You groan around Sakura’s cock and tremble. The feeling of being filled after you just came is making your head spin, but Yunjin doesn’t seem to mind as she slides in and out slowly- setting up a pace gentler than Chaewon’s. But knowing Yunjin…she wouldn’t stay that way.

Sakura on the other hand laces her hand through your hair and holds you there like that, looking down at you with a few faint moans. “That’s perfect,” She whispers. “You know how to please me, don’t you baby?”

You nod and she mumbles out a praise that doesn’t really reach your ears as Yunjin paws at your hips and ass, reaching under you to rub your clit as she takes you from behind. Her grunts and huffs make your head woozy, and the stimulation makes you feel like you’re going to hit your climax. Again.

There’s less talking as Yunjin slaps her hips against yours a little faster now, and as you take more of Sakura into your mouth until you’re deepthroating her. “Mmph..” You look up into Sakura’s hooded eyes, and she rubs through your hair with praises. Chaewon comes back to you, near Sakura, and you pull off of Sakura’s cock to take Chaewon’s in your mouth. Your hand jumps to jerk Sakura off as you do this.

Chaewon groans and squeezes her eyes shut. “Good girl,” She huffs. “You’re so good..”

A growl escapes Yunjin behind you, as she fucks deep enough to repeatedly hit your sensitive spots. You keep switching off between sucking Chaewon off and sucking your girlfriend off, using both hands to stroke the other.

“Fuck, so tight..” Yunjin whimpers, thrusting harder. “G-God..how are you so tight..”

You can’t exactly give her an answer since your mouth is busy, but it’s not like Yunjin expects one anyway. She just keeps mercilessly pounding into your cunt, rubbing your clit and bringing you nearer and nearer to your second orgasm. Yunjin’s groans mingle in with Sakura and Chaewon’s soft grunts of appreciation, until she’s slamming in one more time and spilling inside of you. Mixing her cum with Chaewon’s.

A sharp whine leaves you. She continues to slowly move her hips into hours, making sure every last drop of her cum makes its way deep inside of your womb. Then, finally, she pulls out. Her dick is covered in your cum, her own, and Chaewon’s. But she merely wipes it off against your already leaking pussy, leaning back with a sigh. “Fucking hell..”

You’re still trying to suck Sakura off when she gently pulls you off, changing your position. Suddenly, you’re being aligned with her cock- your filled cunt rubbing against her saliva slicked cock. Chaewon comes forward to help with the position, and then suddenly your hips are being guiding down and you’re sitting on Sakura’s cock.

It’s almost immediate, the way her cock twitches from all the previous teasing jerk offs and sucking- she cums inside almost immediately. The feeling of your tight pussy squeezing her is just too much. And at her cum shooting inside of you, you lean forward with a whimper- rubbing your stomach. Yunjin comes to brace you, her hand resting on your back as Sakura whines from behind. “S-Shit..”

“Jeez, Kkura.” Chaewon chuckles, her hand rubbing your thigh. “You came instantly. I know she’s good, but wow..”

Sakura grunts. “S-Shut up…” She hisses. “It’s because of you two- she’s just..so tight..”

“Hey, don’t blame us.” Yunjin laughs, leaning into to kiss around your neck. “Y/n’s the one with the addicting pussy..”

Suddenly Yunjin’s hand is sliding up to play with your tits again and Chaewon is guiding your hand back to her cock. Sakura sighs behind you and rubs your back. “I think they wanna play some more, princess.” She whispers. “Can you take more..?”

You whimper out at the feeling of Yunjin touching you again, while Sakura’s cock still sits in your sticky pussy. You clench around her, feeling aroused again. “Y-Yes…”

“Good..” Yunjin chuckles, nipping at your ear. “Because we waited very long for this..”

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sempersirens · 8 months

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raising hell all over town

pairing: best friend's dad!joel x f!reader

summary: you've been a friend of sarah's since you were old enough to steal bottles of her dad's whiskey for parties. sarah was always the sensible one in your friendship, getting you out of the trouble you usually started. but now sarah has gone off to college, who else but joel could pick up the pieces?

content/warnings: 18+ mdni. alcohol. drugs. age gap. violence/fighting. smut: unprotected p in v, spanking

a/n: inspired by this gif set, and the wonderful @amanitacowboy & @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for introducing me to that yellowstone scene kind of nervous about this, my first proper smutty fic - i find smut really difficult to write for some reason (weird because i'm feral horny 24/7) so this was kinda out of my comfort zone but i hope you all enjoy! PSA: i no longer have a taglist! feel free to follow my updates blog @breakfastupdates and turn the post notifs on to be notified when i post a new fic :)

Friday nights in Austin felt incomplete without Sarah by your side.

For years, she had been the epitome of your partner in crime; dragging you back to her place or putting you in a cab before the cops were called.

Had it not been for your fierce loyalty and protectiveness over Sarah, you're sure her dad would've barred you from the house years ago. Sarah was smarter than you in almost every way. Academically, emotionally, you name it.

Joel knew this, and he trusted the two of you together knowing you both balanced the other out. Watching the two of you reminded Joel of a younger version of himself and Tommy, always thankful that Sarah had followed in his footsteps as opposed to her uncle's.

Your relationship with your parents was rocky, to say the least, and the Miller's house had always been a safe haven for you. Joel had patched up your split lip or bloody nose more times than he wanted to admit for a girl your age. He swore he'd kill your old man one day for the states you'd turned up to their house in.

Still, he couldn't help but feel the urge to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you from time to time. As much as his heart broke for you, it was also in your nature to be a damn brat. Joel had endured countless stifling days spent by the pool forcing himself to not let his eyes linger on the curves of your hips. He struggled to look you in the eye when he saw you sat on the kitchen counter waiting to leave for a party, your mini skirt riding dangerously high on your thighs.

There had been times when he had been reckless. Times that he'd had to pull himself away from your invisible grip on him and relieve his tension in the bathroom, fisting his cock onto the shower floor, biting down on the shape of your name on his tongue.

When he'd re-emerge into the living room, he knew that you knew. You'd look through your eyelashes at him and smile. His cheeks flushed, shame setting in at the speed at which he'd cum from the thought of your pussy clenching around his shaft.

He would never let it show, but something would rush through his body when he'd ask Sarah what the hell she do this time? He remembered one time in particular, as Sarah relayed the events of the night that had led to your bloody nose, he'd looked over at you perching on the counter. With blood leaking down your cupid's bow, you'd locked eyes with him and ran your tongue across your lip, revelling in the remnants of your victory.

Still, you had fine enough nights out with the girls from work. They just didn't get you the way Sarah did. They would shoot you judgemental glances from across the bar that lasted until the Monday back at work for whatever you had done this time that they disapproved of.

"They're just dull. You should see the way they look at me for literally just hooking up with guys." You had lamented to Sarah over the phone while you were both getting ready for your respective nights out on separate sides of the country.

"It's probably because they've seen you get through an entire friendship group before your second drink."

"Well, they should be taking notes. Tell me nobody at college is as fun as me." Jealousy tore through your chest at the thought of Sarah spending her time with new friends.

"Nobody here is as fun as you. They're very... reserved." You scoffed at her politeness.

"Babe, just say they're boring."

"I'm giving them a chance. Anyway, gotta go. Text me tomorrow and tell me the damage. Love ya!"

"Don't have too much fun without me. Love you too."

Despite their judging looks, you were always the first person they called upon to finish any mess they had gotten themselves into. Still, you were happy to oblige, even if it meant a few awkward minutes of silence at the coffee machine on Monday.

The group of you had poured out of an Uber into the busy bar around nine o'clock, buzzing with the confidence of your pre-drinks. Rounds of shots were ordered and consumed at a dizzying pace, and soon enough, bags of powder were discreetly distributed across the table.

"Bathroom?" Hannah, one of your closest and least judgmental co-workers nudged you.

"Thought you'd never ask." The two of you sauntered away from the table, hand-in-hand, quickly bundling into a tight cubicle.

The bathroom filled up as the two of you tried to be as silent as possible, scooping your pinky nails into the small bag.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Someone from outside the cubicle called, thudding her fists against the door.

"Get fucked." You called back, muttering this bitch under your breath to Hannah.

As the two of you packed your things back into your handbags, the cubicle door jolted half open, smacking Hannah in the shoulder.

"Are you fucking serious?" You shouted at the small brunette on the other side of the door, checking Hannah over for injury.

"You hit me, you bitch." She straightened herself up, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'll do worse if you don't fucking move." The brunette hissed in her face.

You screwed your face up and shoved her, making her stumble backwards into the sink. The other girls in the bathroom grabbed their bags and scurried to the exit, evidently not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

"Apologise." You said, moving toward the girl who was now pulling herself up with the help of the basins on either side of her.

"Fuck you." She spat, saliva hitting your cheek before she lunged forward.

Your fist connected with her nose before she even had time to swing, and your right hand secured a tight grip on the back of her hair.

"I said, apologise to my friend."

"I'm sorry." She choked, pathetically. Her face shrivelled in fear and pain.

"Not so fuckin' big now, are you?" Hannah said, which was ironic, considering the girl who had bruised her was now quivering under your fist.

Content with her apology, you released your grip on her and re-entered the bar with Hannah trailing behind you. As you both rejoined your table, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Our friend said you just attacked her in the bathroom." Another petite girl looked up at you, one hand on her hip.

"She hit my friend, here. Was just trying to teach her some manners."

The entirety of your group was now turned to face you, exchanging harsh whispers of your name followed by just leave it.

"You broke her nose!" The girl shrilled. You looked over her shoulder to the girl doubled over, clutching her bloody nose with an ensemble of people crowding around her.

"No, I think it just looks like that."

You grinned at the rage growing behind her eyes, your smile unfaltering even as her fist collided with your cheek.

"Harder." You shouted, rolling your neck from side to side.

"What?!"

"Come on, hit me harder. I know you got it in you." She didn't take much convincing; her next punch knocked you backwards onto the table as everyone rushed to tear the two of you apart.

You stepped forward to finally let her have it when a pair of strong hands pulled you back.

"Get off!" You shouted, kicking against who you assumed to be security throwing you out. You just hoped they weren't calling the cops, too.

"C'mon, doll. You've had enough fun for one night." A familiar Southern drawl cooed, dragging you out into the warm night. "Now, that wasn't very ladylike of you, darlin'."

He let you go from his grip and you turned to face him. To your surprise, you were met with the smirk of the younger Miller brother.

"Tommy." You breathed, "I didn't see you in there."

"Well, lucky I noticed you ain't it." He grinned.

Spending so much time at the Miller's had you well acquainted with Sarah's uncle Tommy. He'd seen you in much worse states than this, and in turn, so had you.

"Didn't need you to swoop in and save me, Tommy."

"Wasn't saving you, sweetheart. Was savin' that poor girl." You both smiled at the tone of pride in his voice.

"You got somewhere to go, trouble? Don't think you should be hangin' round here for too long."

"Can't exactly go home bleeding from my face." You sighed, realising you probably hadn't thought this through. You missed Sarah.

Tommy fished around in his pocket for his phone before raising it to his ear.

"Hey, big brother." Your stomach flipped. "No, no- it's not me. Joel, listen." You could almost hear Joel on the other end of the phone, witnessing it in person more times than you could count. It's not even ten o'clock yet, don't tell me you're locked up already.

"Our favourite little troublemaker needs a place to crash tonight. I'd drive her over but I've already had my fair share of beers. Okay, great. I'll tell her."

Once he'd hung up, Tommy told you that Joel was on his way to come and pick you up. You could feel your heartbeat in your stomach. You'd never been alone with Joel for longer than a couple of hours at most, let alone spending the night at his while Sarah was out of town. Something inside of you twitched in excitement, a warm rush settling deep in your belly.

You told Tommy to go back into the bar, that Joel wouldn't be long and you'd walk down the street to meet him in case those girls came out looking for another round.

As you made your way underneath the streetlights toward the direction of the Miller's house, you pulled your compact from your bag and touched up your make-up, re-curling your lashes and dousing a thick layer of clear lipgloss onto your lips, not bothering to tend to any of the blood trickling down your skin. You spritzed yourself with perfume and ran a brush through your hair, smiling at the thought of Joel seeing you waiting on the curbside for him.

Right on cue, his truck pulled around the corner. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers, a small smirk spreading across your cheeks.

You were grateful for your earlier decision to wear your knee-high boots with a denim mini-skirt, adding a little extra sway to your hips as you made your way to the passenger side of Joel's truck. You climbed in and turned to face him, flashing him a toothy grin, well aware of the blood staining your teeth.

"You're a damn mess, princess." Something deep inside of you came to life at his words, causing you to visibly clench your exposed thighs together. "S'there I was, thinking to myself how thankful I am for a peaceful night after workin' lates all week. When my phone rings, just as I'd sat down and made myself comfortable."

"Peace is overrated." You replied.

"So, what did you do this time? Steal another cop car? Break into a hotel pool? Make out with someone's husband?"

You played with the hem of your skirt as he spoke, blushing as he listed a few of your past activities he'd either bailed you out of or heard about from Sarah.

"I didn't start this one." You said, a slight whine in your voice. "Someone hit my friend, I was just looking out for her."

"Your friend can't fight her own battles?"

"You never have a problem when it's Sarah I'm throwing punches for."

He scoffed. "Now, you know I've always taught her to never start a fight but always to finish one. You on the other hand, I don't think nobody's taught you anythin' of the sort."

"And are you gonna be the one to do that, Mr Miller?" You mimicked his Texan accent, which was much thicker than yours, and parted your legs in your seat ever so slightly.

"If I didn't know you better, darlin', I'd think you were tryin' to get me in some sort of trouble."

He pulled into the driveway and switched the ignition off before jogging to your side of the truck and holding the door open for you, as well as offering you an outstretched hand.

"Always such a gentleman." You smiled, looking at him through your eyelashes as you stepped out, hand in his.

He exhaled out of his nose, shaking his head softly as he slammed the door shut behind you. His hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you into the house.

"Sarah's bed is all made up, I'm sure you know where her clothes are f'you wanna change into something more... comfortable." His eyes trailed down your figure, your clothes hugging all the right places.

"Do you not like my outfit?" You pouted, holding your hands behind your back and sticking your chest out, swaying from side to side.

"Course not, y'look real pretty. Just thought you'd wanna watch TV before going to sleep is all." Joel brought a hand to the back of his head, rubbing his neck nervously as his eyes shifted to the floor.

For such a handsome man, he was so damn insecure. Maybe it was the gentleman in him, thinking that it was wrong for someone his age to want someone the same age as his daughter. He knew you didn't think like that, Sarah had told him multiple stories about the older men you'd hooked with at the bar.

He'd even caught you making out with a kid from your school's dad a few years ago when he'd come to pick you and Sarah up from a party. Joel had seemingly known the man, and you remembered how he'd stalked out of his truck and toward you both, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and warning him that his wife wasn't going to like hearing about this.

So, you kicked off your boots and took yourself upstairs into Sarah's bedroom. Not bothering to close the blinds, you peeled your clothes off and looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

The warmth of your earlier drinks still coated your inhibitions. You knew you looked good in your black lace set, breasts sat perkily on your chest and your ass cheeks the perfect handfuls.

Fuck it. If he wasn't going to be ballsy enough to make the first move, maybe you should.

You kissed the tips of your fingers and pressed them against a framed photo of you and Sarah giggling at whatever was going on behind the camera.

"Sorry, Sarah." You whispered, before making your way down the stairs.

Joel heard you coming but was too preoccupied fighting with the TV remote control to turn around and face you just yet.

"If I can get this damn thing to work I think they're showin' Scarface at ten, I know you said you ain't seen it so thought we could watch it."

"Sounds good," you spoke, your voice more honeyed than usual. "Hey, Joel. Do you think this will be comfy enough?"

He whipped his head around quickly, ready to give you the same kind of answer he did whenever Sarah asked for his opinion in a changing room. It took a second for him to register what he was looking at, but when it clicked he dropped the remote to the floor and turned his whole body to face you.

"What the hell," his face turned bright red, unsure what to do with his hands. You could give him a few ideas.

"You not like it?" You asked, voice low as you walked slowly in his direction.

His trousers began to tighten around his hardening cock and you smiled, glad that you were indeed on the same page.

"Course I- I, what the hell are you playin' at?"

"Come on, Joel. I gotta make up for interrupting your peaceful night somehow."

You closed the gap between you both and placed a hand delicately on his chest, tracing circles with the tip of your long, manicured nails.

Joel swallowed hard.

"This ain't right." He said weakly, his eyes betraying his words as they devoured the sight of your body before him.

"Cut the shit, Joel. I know you want me, and I want you."

He didn't answer, but instead threw you over his shoulder and carried you up to his bedroom, placing a couple of firm smacks on your ass as you wriggle against his strong grip. Your stomach did backflips, exhilarated at the prospect of what was about to happen.

Upon entering his room, he threw you roughly onto the bed and worked at undoing his belt as you scrambled onto your back, resting on your elbows.

"Y'know what I really thought when Tommy called, tellin' me I needed to come pick you up?" He said, although it didn't sound much like a question. "I thought, this dumb slut needs some sense fucking into her."

You moaned at his words, basking in the side of him that you knew always existed.

“Thought t’myself, she needs teachin’ some fuckin' manners f’once.”

Joel stalked around the side of the bed and sat and patted his lap. Wordlessly, you shifted your weight next to him and dangled your legs over the side of the bed.

He brought his right hand in between your thighs, making you shiver at the feeling of his coarse fingers grazing your skin. He ran his fingers up and down the length of your thigh, each time stopping short of the hem of your skirt.

"This is what you want, ain't it sweetheart?" He spoke lowly, voice gravelly and as rough as his touch. Each night spent tangled and alone in your sheets, fingers grazing your soaked folds with his name on your lips felt redundant. Nothing could come close to the feel of his skin on yours.

Pulling you from your trance, he slapped your inner thigh hard when you didn't respond. "Need t'hear you say it."

"Yes,' you moan through gritted teeth, surprised you can even find your voice. "This is what I need."

Sick of his incessant teasing, you clamber onto his lap and hook your fingers around the back of his neck.

"But I think you need this just as much, Mr Miller. You must get so lonely in this house all by yourself. Sarah always tells me how you never have any lady friends hanging around."

You straddle his lap and grip his neck for support, softly grinding yourself on the hardness of his lap. He moves a hand from your waist to roughly seize your chin, tipping your face down to meet his gaze.

"Your old man must've forgot to teach you some manners, little girl." His low voice tore through your body.

Joel hoists your skirt up to your waist and flips you underneath him in one swift motion. His body looms over yours, fingers trailing a rough and jagged line down to where you need him most. He moved at an antagonising slow pace, but you can't bring yourself to give into his little game by begging for more.

"Here's what we're gonna do, darlin'. You're gonna be a good girl f'me and tell daddy exactly what happened tonight." The mouth on him.

The way your body writhed and squirmed at his words didn't go unnoticed. With no warning, he plunged two thick digits inside of you and held them deep in place, his face inches away from yours.

"N'if you stutter, or lie, or say anythin' I don't like for that matter, you'll be over my knee, red-raw," his fingers curl inside of you and you bite back a moan, desperate to not let him have the upper hand.

"No matter how much you cry those pretty little eyes out, I won't quit 'til you've learnt somethin'. Understood?"

You suck a breath in through your nose, a sharp sting reminding you of the open wound still decorating your face.

"Yes, sir."

part 2 coming soon

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hobicakess · 4 months

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PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! I can't wait to write for this series. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

part one

There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.

“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.

There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .

With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.

“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*

Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.

Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.

“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”

The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”

Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline

Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison

The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.

‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’

And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

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alwaysonthemend · 6 months

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Author's Note: Hello my loves! This is my most favorite thing that I've ever written so I really hope you all enjoy. Please ignore any typos lol 💞

Content Warnings: Cussing, arguing, mentions of unrequited love, heartbreak, mentions of drinking, frat parties, angry sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, squirting, oral (m and f receiving) bruises from sex. I think that's all but please let me know if I missed anything! 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Word Count: 7946 (oops)

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Frat parties can be hit or miss you’ve come to discover. The music tends to be just okay (though they often play the better music towards the end) and they’re always hot and cramped and leave you feeling completely wiped out and gross by the end. For a long time, you avoided them all together – choosing instead to spend your Friday nights indoors reading or listening to music. But then you’d met Josh (and by extension the rest of the Kiszka-Wagner friend group) and they’d shown you that with the right people, parties could be a hell of a good time. Having a group to go with – ones who’ll dance with you and laugh and have fun with you, makes parties a nice break to the monotony every now and again.

This one will no doubt be like all the others – packed and hot and the music blaring so loudly that you can feel it reverberate through your chest. The lights will be flashing between blues, greens, and reds and the room will smell strongly of alcohol. But you'll be surrounded by your little group of friends who will be laughing and dancing with you, distracting you from anything other than having fun.

You’d met Josh during your first semester at University of Michigan and the two of you had quickly become good friends. You’d been partnered up in your film class and the rest, as they say, was history. He’d been the one to drag you out tonight – despite your protests of being tired.

“Please?” He’d asked, giving you his very best puppy dog eyes. “It’s not fun if I have to go by myself.”

“Josh,” You’d sighed, tucking your book into your backpack as you spoke, “I’m tired. Get Jake to go with you or something.”

“He is going with me! But he hates frats and all he does is stand there and sulk the whole time.”

You’d halted for a brief moment, your brain conjuring up images of Jake at a frat party that had butterflies erupting in your tummy before you’d quickly shaken your head, but Josh had caught you anyway.

A smug smile had spread across his face, making him look like the damn Cheshire Cat.

“Is seeing Jake not reason enough to show up? You know you wanna see him…”

You rolled your eyes, huffing a breath and trying to ignore the heat spreading across your cheeks. Evidently, he’d yet to catch on to the tension that had taken up residence between you and his twin in the last few months – a far cry from what you two used to be.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joshua Michael. No idea at all.”

“Sure you don’t, babe.” He’d said with a grin, knowing that he’d successfully convinced you.

Your relationship with Jake is odd to say the least. You’d met him pretty quickly after meeting Josh – given the fact that they’re practically attached at the hip, and you’d hit it off with him just as you had with his twin. In fact, there was a time when you’d thought that maybe there was something more there with him… subtle glances and private smiles that took place between the two of you had sure made you think so.

Though you and Jake had never hung out one on one (Josh was always there with you), the two of you would usually manage to find an excuse to sneak off together and you’d quickly found that the two of you have a lot in common – a love for music and Tolkein most notably. You and him could spend hours talking about the nuances of the Silmarillion and about whether or not Hozier should be considered a pop artist.

Your favorite times though were when you all would be hanging out at Josh’s house for movie nights – you, Jake, Sam, Danny, and Josh, and you and Jake would sneak off alone to do whatever you pleased. Most of the time, you and him would end up on the roof to stargaze. Sometimes you talked – you’d talk for so long that both of your voices would grow hoarse from use. Other times, the two of you would just sit in silence, enjoying the other’s company. In those moments, it was like you and Jake were the only two people in the universe, completely content to let everything and everyone else melt away.

Your friendship with Josh had been easy but the one you had with Jake had been effortless. Jake made you feel seen – like you could truly be yourself without him judging you for it. Though he could come across as broody and sullen at times, there’s a light inside Jake that only few people are lucky enough to see… and he had trusted you enough to be one of those people. At least, until about four weeks ago when suddenly it seemed like he didn’t want to even be near you anymore.

Where used to the two of you would hang off to the sides at parties and gatherings (often standing a lot closer than you needed to be), now it was like he made sure to be wherever you weren’t. And God, did it hurt your feelings. You’d allowed yourself to become vulnerable with him – let him see parts of yourself that you’d hardly shared with anyone, not even Josh. And he’d tossed you to the side seemingly overnight… like all those deep conversations you’d had with him meant nothing at all. You desperately wanted to understand what had changed but refused to be the person to reach out. He was the one that stopped texting back. He was the one that started acting like you were merely acquaintances. He was the one who made you think that you were both in love one minute only to completely ignore you the next. He owed it to you to be the one to talk first.

So silence had fallen completely between the two of you and evidently, Josh wasn’t aware of it yet. But still, you were determined to not let Jake ruin a good time for you. You hadn’t been out with Josh in ages and you were confident that it would be easy enough to ignore Jake’s existence, especially given that he seemed intent to ignore yours too.

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As expected, you're immediately assaulted with humidity and the smell of alcohol as you step through the doors. Josh stands at your side as you both scan the crowd for familiar faces. Sure enough, tucked into a far corner is Sam and Danny – both of them already seeming to be a little tipsy. Josh grips your hand and the two of you wade through the sea of bodies, doing your best to avoid stray elbows and drunken party-goers.

“You actually came!” Danny shouts at you over the din, a rosy hue on his cheeks from the alcohol he’s no doubt already indulged in. He and Sam called it “pre-gaming.”

“Josh convinced me!” You shout back, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“It’s my irresistible charm!” Josh answers, grabbing your hands in his and playfully beginning to sway you both back and forth.

“Charm my ass.” Sam mutters, just barely audible over the music. Josh just shoots him a glare before returning his attention back to you.

“Where’s Jake?” You ask, allowing Josh to lead you both a little bit more towards the center of the packed room. It's slow going – everyone else is hardly paying attention to anyone trying to get through, but you manage to get halfway there before you both become trapped from moving any further.

“Sulking over there. Just like I said he would be.” Josh jerka his head in the direction to his left and you follow the movement, finding Jake leaning up against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand.

Your eyes meet his and he immediately drops your gaze, the corners of his mouth dropping into a frown. You want desperately to march over there and demand he tell you what had changed but you refuse to back down first. This wasn’t the place for that anyway.

“Aren’t you gonna go sulk with him?” Josh asks, smiling down at you. The blue strobe lights make his teeth almost glow and it reflects off his sharp cheekbones.

You shake your head.

“I feel like dancing tonight.”

He only grins before pulling you in closer to him, letting go of your hands to place his palms on your hips. You bring your own hands up and lace your fingers together behind his neck and allow him to guide your hips to the beat of the music. You close your eyes and lean into him, allowing the music to drown out everything else. If you keep your eyes closed, you can almost imagine that it's his twin out here dancing with you instead.

Josh is attractive – that had been obvious from the moment that you first saw him. And maybe in another lifetime you and him might have been more than friends. But you and Josh both knew that in this one, best friends were all you would ever be. You’d kissed once at a party… You’d both been drunk and high off your asses and afterwards you had both agreed that there wasn’t anything there. But in this moment, you almost wish that you’d fallen for him instead of Jake. Falling for Jake had clearly been foolish given how he dropped you so quickly. Making you feel like he wanted you one moment only to then act like he hated you the next. You know Jake was angry though – especially if the glare that he's giving you and Josh from his place against the wall is anything to go by.

As you and Josh sway and rock to the pounding music, Jake’s dark gaze stays locked on yours. There's anger in his eyes that makes you want to pull away from Josh but you refuse. Instead, you only pin him with one challenging glare of your own before turning your attention back to Josh.

“What’s got him so pissy?” Josh asks you, leaning his head down to press his lips against your ear so that you can actually hear him.

“Hell if I know.”

Josh hums and you can feel the sound reverberate through his chest thanks to the close proximity.

“If I didn’t know any better…” he starts with a sly look on his face, “I’d say he looked jealous.”

“He’s just a dick.” You say, venom lacing your words – the hurt that you’d been keeping to yourself these past few weeks finally beginning to spill over. Josh looks taken aback for a moment before smoothing over his expression.

“Sorry.” he says, though you can tell that he doesn't really know what he was saying sorry for. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He knows that your relationship with Jake is… different. And it pains him to see you both angry at each other but he has no idea how to fix it. Instead, he seems intent on making it worse.

“Wanna give him a show then? Show him what he could have had?” Josh whispers, a wicked smile on his face.

You smile back at him and nod. He uses his grip on your waist to pull you into him even more so that your hips are flush against each other. The lights have morphed from greens and blues to a deep red and the base is pounding in your chest. You move your hips from side to side, pressing your face into Josh’s neck as he moves with you to the beat. It isn't even dancing anymore – just mindless grinding against each other. You deliberately keep your gaze pointed away from Jake but you know he's still watching. You can feel his piercing gaze even from across the room.

Just as you begin to lose yourself fully to the moment, a strong hand wraps around your bicep and yanks you harshly from Josh’s grip.

“The fuck?” You spit, spinning around to be met with none other than Jake, his chest heaving and his brows pinched together in anger.

“Jake, what the fuck is your problem?” Josh yells, regarding his twin with a frown.

The two seemed to be sizing each other up, though you knew that Josh is just enjoying getting a rise out of his brother and feeling protective over you. But Jake… you can practically see the rage oozing from him. The red lighting makes his smooth skin almost glow and his dark hair falls on either side of his face, framing his sharp features. If you weren’t so pissed at him you might be tempted to kiss him.

“This doesn’t involve you.” Jake finally says, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“The hell it doesn’t!” Josh snaps back, eyes blazing in defiance.

“Josh…” you hedge, placing a calming hand on his forearm. His eyes sweep to yours, immediately softening. “I’ve got it. Thank you.”

Josh stares at you for a moment, debating whether to step away or not. You hold his gaze, silently trying to let him know that you could handle this on your own. Finally, he dips his head and steps back.

“I’ll be with Sam and Danny if you need me.” He tells you, before retreating back to the corner.

You watch him go before spinning on your heel to glare back at Jake.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You rip your arm from Jake’s grip as you speak.

“What’s wrong with you?” He shouts back angrily. “Grinding on my twin brother like that!”

This time, you're the one to reach out and harshly grip his arm. You tug him backwards, leading him towards a side door that you know leads to a bathroom downstairs. You don’t turn back to look at him as you lead the two of you down, instead focusing on trying to steady your breathing and bring down your blood pressure. You're so angry you could scream.

As soon as the bathroom door is shut and locked behind the two of you, Jake has you pressed back against the wall, nostrils flared and eyes blown wide as he regards you.

“What in the world is wrong with you, Jake? You’re acting like an asshole.” You seeth, hating the tremble in your voice. Despite your anger, his closeness is still affecting you.

Jake doesn’t answer. He just stares down at you, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

“No. I’m not doing this with you.” You shove him away from you, the sudden movement causing him to stumble back slightly. “You don’t get to ignore my existence and then get pissed just because I danced with Josh.”

“If you wanted to fuck him so badly you could at least have the decency to do it in private. Instead of throwing yourself at him like a whore in the middle of a dance floor.”

You balk, taken aback by his harshness. Never in all the time you’d known him has he ever spoken to you like that – to anyone for that matter.

“Fuck you.” You spit, clenching your fists at your sides to stop yourself from punching his stupid, perfect face. “You have no fucking right to be pissed at me, dickhead. I’m the one who should be pissed at you!”

“The fuck did I do?”

You roll your eyes.

“If you don’t know what you did then I’m not going to tell you.” You turn your back to him, intent on going back upstairs. “Figure it out yourself.”

“Go right ahead, then. Go fuck my twin like I know you want to!” He snaps and the sheer aggression in his tone makes your whole body freeze. Icy hot anger washes over you and you feel like you could explode from anger.

“What” You seeth, turning back around to face him, “did you just say to me?”

He meets your gaze, defiance coating his expression.

“You heard me.”

“Is that what you want me to do? You want me to fuck Josh?”

“I don’t care what you do. Just don’t do it where I have to fucking watch.”

His eye twitches, betraying him. You take a step closer and he steps back away from you, caging himself in against the wall. Acting on sheer impulse, you press in close to him – so close that your lips are almost touching. His chest heaves with each breath he takes and a sheen of sweat makes his skin glisten in the low light of the bathroom.

“I think you care.” You say, voice so low it's almost a whisper.

“I don’t.” He growls, eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I call bullshit.” This time, you let your lips just barely ghost over his as you speak. “You’re just pissed that he’s not too much of a pussy to make a move like you are.”

In a flash your back is slammed against the bathroom wall, knocking the air from your lungs. You gasp but the sound is swallowed by Jake crashing his lips into yours. You can’t help but to kiss back and he groans into your mouth. You hook your fingers into the belt loops of his black jeans, pulling him in closer to you. The kiss is rough – teeth clacking together as you practically devour each other.

Your chest begins to burn and finally you pull back for air. Jake looks completely ravished, cheeks flushed and lips slick with spit.

“Fuck me.” You demand into the silence, your voice coming out embarrassingly high pitched.

“Sure you don’t want Josh to do it instead?” His voice cracks on the last word, ruining his facade but you aren’t ready to give up the fight yet.

“Okay.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders as you make to step away from him.

Before you can even begin to detangle yourself from him, he’s spun you around and slammed your face into the cold tile wall.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He mutters, smothering your body with his own. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass and you can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispers, a tad softer than before.

You open your mouth to snark back, to tell him that he’s an asshole or a dick or something, but all that comes out is a breathless, needy moan.

“Words, Y/n.” He insists, digging his fingers into the meat of your hips.

“Do it, Jake. Fuck me.” You demand, pressing your ass back into his hard length and drawing a breathy little groan from him. “Please.”

The “please” is all it takes. Jake hooks his fingers into your waistband and roughly yanks your jeans and panties down. You hear him unzip his pants and the clink of his belt buckle as he pulls his own jeans down just enough for his length to spring free. He swipes a calloused fingertip through your folds, brushing against your swollen clit and causing you to gasp.

“Fuck.” The word falls from your lips like a prayer, though to whom you have no idea. God surely wants no part in what Jake is about to do to you.

“You’re dripping, angel.” Jake murmurs, swiping through your pussy lips again to gather as much of your wetness as he can. You can’t see him but you can hear the wet sounds of his hand pumping his cock, your slick making it easy. “Fuck, you look incredible like this.”

You whine, shoving your hips backward to let him know that you’re more than ready for him. Jake takes the hint, spearing you with his cock and burying himself inside you all the way to the hilt. The stretch is painful and wonderful all at the same time and you both cry out at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. You want desperately to hear that noise from him again so you bear down on him as much as you can, contracting your muscles to squeeze him.

“Shit.” He grits out through clenched teeth, wrapping one arm around your lower belly to keep you in place. “You keep doing that and this isn’t gonna last very long.”

“Move, Jakey.” The nickname escapes you unbidden but he doesn’t seem to mind, instead finally starting to rut his hips against you, his cock dragging along your walls deliciously.

You bring both hands up to brace your palms against the wall and let your head fall back onto Jake’s shoulder. Immediately, his lips attach to the sensitive skin as his thrusts pick up in speed. It’s brutal – no finesse as he pounds into you so hard that you see stars. You know that you’re being too loud but you can’t seem to stop yourself. Curses and please and his name spew from your lips with reckless abandon but he’s too far gone himself to silence you. He detaches his lips from your throat and tosses his own head back, little grunts and moans escaping him with each thrust of his hips into yours. He draws you in closer to him with his forearm and his free hand reaches up to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to restrict a little bit of the blood flow, causing your head to swim with pleasure.

“Who gets to see you like this?” He demands as he drops his forehead to rest against your shoulder, his thrusts somehow picking up even more speed. Your knees slam into the wall each time he pistons in and out of you and you know that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow – battle scars to remind you of this glorious moment.

“You, Jake. Only you.” You manage to say through a wheeze, his fingers still wrapped around your throat.

“That’s fucking right.” He confirms, pace beginning to falter. “Touch your clit, angel. Touch her for me.”

You comply, sliding one hand down to circle feverishly against your swollen bundle of nerves. Your body is trembling, Jake’s grip on you the only reason that you’re still upright. The coil in your belly tightens dangerously, a feeling like none other beginning to claw its way up your body – completely engulfing you in the feeling of Jake, Jake, Jake.

“M’ gonna cum.” You warn him, speech coming out slurred and barely comprehensible.

“Fuck, me too. Give it to me. Now!” He demands and the band inside you snaps.

You cry out loudly, your whole body trembling as the pleasure inside you hits its peak. Jake lets go of your throat and the rush of blood to your head coupled with the way he keeps pounding into you sends you tailspinning into another orgasm. Your pussy feels like it's on fire – the pleasure and overstimulation of two orgasms so close together sending you into a state of fucked out bliss. It seems to go on forever, your whole body going slack against him.

Finally, Jake pulls from you and immediately ropes of his own release paint your ass and lower back. The moan that escapes him sounds angelic and you wish that you could have recorded it somehow.

You both just stand there for a long moment, the silence only broken by yours and his panting as you both recover from the mind-blowing orgasms that you just experienced.

“Y/n.” His voice cuts through to you, sounding breathy and tired but so much softer than it had before.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, a frenzied rattle of the door handle causes you both to jump.

“Open the fucking door!” A drunken voice that you don’t recognize calls out. “I’ve gotta take a piss!”

Jake lets go of you and you both quickly yank your jeans back up, doing your best to straighten your clothes and hair. Without saying a word, Jake strides over to the door and unlocks it, pushing a frazzled and drunk looking young guy out of the way and exiting the bathroom.

“Watch it, buddy.” The guy pouts, rubbing his shoulder where Jake had run into him.

“Move.” You demand, pushing him out of the way again to catch up to Jake as he angrily stomps up the stairs. “Jake!” You call, leaving the poor guy to stare after the two of you confusedly.

“Jake, wait!’ You yell, ascending the stairs and stepping back out into the cramped dance floor. You’re disoriented, the loud music and flashing lights suddenly causing you to feel dizzy. You just barely see Jake disappear out the front door before you push and shove your way through the throng of people to follow him.

Stepping out into the cool night air, you see Jake fumbling in his pocket for his car keys.

“You can’t just leave, Jake!” You call, tears beginning to brim in your eyes.

He must hear the tremble in your voice because he finally stops, turning back to look at you. He looks distraught.

“We shouldn’t have done that.” He tells you, eyes dropping to stare at your shoes. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

“W-what?” It feels like you’re spinning – like someone put your brain in the dryer. You can feel the blood drain from your face. “Why would you-” You stop yourself, unsure of how to even continue.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, before rounding the corner out of sight, leaving you to stand there alone on the sidewalk.

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Two weeks pass. You and him don’t speak. Hell, you barely even speak to Josh – his presence serving as too much of a reminder of what had happened. It felt like a fever dream… almost like it wasn’t even real. It’s like your own worst nightmare has come true. And not only that, you’re being forced to deal with it completely alone.

You’d let passion and desperation dictate you towards the decisions that you’d made that night. Had you wanted it in the moment? Yes, you had. But now that it was all over and Jake clearly regretted it, you’re sure that the friendship you’d had with him is shattered beyond repair. Before, there’d been hope of fixing things – of talking things out and going back to how you once were. But now… There’s no reason to hope. You fucked the guy who used to be your closest friend in a frat house bathroom and there’s just no going back from that.

Josh has been calling and texting you incessantly, begging you to tell him what happened that night. But you refuse. And after he wouldn’t give up asking after the second day, you’d resorted to just ignoring him completely. The fact that Jake hadn’t told him anything – despite having always told him everything, speaks a thousand words about how Jake feels about it.

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A knock echoes through your apartment, just barely audible over the Hozier album you have playing in the background. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance and sheets of rain pelt your windows. It’s a perfect night for a book and some wine – a way to detach yourself from the drama of the past few weeks.

You sigh audibly, closing your book and placing it on the coffee table next to your wine glass. You figured it wouldn’t take long of ignoring Josh’s messages for him to come and find you. You rise from your seat and make your way to the front door, shoulders taut with the anxiety of having to tell Josh what happened. There’s no way he’s leaving you alone without the full story.

You open the door, expecting to see a mop of curly hair waiting for you but instead you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of his twin.

“Jake?” You ask incredulously, instinctively taking a step back from him. “You look…” You trail off. He looks awful. Dark bruises mar the smooth skin beneath his eyes and his long hair lies limp across his shoulders. He’s soaking wet from the rain.

“Can I come in?” He asks and you nod at him, stepping aside from the doorway to make space for him to step inside.

He stands completely still after closing the door behind him – awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You don’t give him time to reply, instead hastily retreating to your bathroom to grab him a clean towel to dry off. Perhaps it’s cowardly to run but you truly hadn’t been expecting to ever see him at your door again.

When you return he’s still in the same place, dark eyes watching you warily as you hand the towel to him.

“Thank you.” He says quietly, drying himself off the best he can.

You just incline your head at him before retreating back to your living room, jerking your head in the direction letting him know that you want him to follow you.

Your record had gone silent so you go over to your record player and flip it over before pressing play again.

“Why are you here, Jake?” You ask him, turning back to face him with your arms crossed tightly across your chest.

“To say that I’m sorry.” He gingerly places the towel down on the coffee table, his whole body looking tense and uncomfortable. You’ve only ever seen him look like that around strangers. Somehow, you suppose that that’s what the two of you have become to one another.

“Sorry for what?” You bite out, your hurt spilling over into your words like poison. “For leading me on for months on end or for fucking me in a bathroom and then calling it a mistake?” You don’t want to fight with him. Not anymore. But you can’t seem to stop the harsh words as they spew from your mouth – lashing out like an injured animal that’s been shoved into a corner. You suppose he has done that in a way, showing up at your own home unannounced in the middle of the night like this.

Jake flinches back slightly at your words, shrinking in on himself like he’s been struck.

“For… all of it, I guess.” He shrugs, eyes staying locked onto the floor at your feet. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” That makes you angry. So angry you could cry. He came all this way – did all those things to you… and yet he doesn’t know. “I think you and I both know that you owe me more than that.”

He nods once, eyes finally sweeping to meet yours. His gaze almost makes you soften. Almost.

“I assumed a lot of things, Y/n. And made an ass of myself because of it. But I don’t know how to fix it.”

You collapse onto your sofa, suddenly feeling like you’ve run a marathon. Jake eyes the spot next to you but makes no move to join you.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that.” You tell him honestly.

“I- I thought you and Josh were together.” He admits quietly, shoulders sinking in defeat.

Somehow, you don’t doubt his words – nor do they shock you. You’ve known the twins long enough to see little hints here and there of the insecurity that lies buried within Jake. The way he’s quieter in large groups, like he feels like his words aren’t welcome. The way he shrinks back sometimes, afraid to voice his thoughts for fear of being judged or mocked. You've seen the way that he always looks to Josh in moments of doubt, like he can’t fathom ever going against what his twin might want of him.

Josh had even hinted about it once, a long long time ago. He’d told you that he worries about Jake sometimes when he thinks about when they’re older and he won’t be around to look after him. You hadn’t quite understood the meaning behind his words or the depth of their bond back then. But now you do. They’re connected in a way that you can never understand. Their very souls are intertwined – wrapped around each other lovingly just as they had been since the womb. It’s a beautiful thing that you even find yourself envious of from time to time. Bonds like theirs… It's something that doesn’t happen often.

But that bond seems to come with a caveat for Jake – burdened with thinking of himself as the lesser twin. He’d always been the quiet one, happy to let Josh be in the spotlight and content to bask in the residual warmness of him. You doubt either of them are really even aware of the way Josh always seems to be the leader. It’s natural to them – something that Jake has never seemed to have a problem with before. Until you came along.

“We aren’t. Nor do we plan on it. He’s my best friend, that’s all.” You tell him honestly.

“I know that now. Josh told me I was an idiot.”

You huff softly. He smiles tentatively in return.

“He also told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to listen to what you’ve been telling me this whole time.”

You cock your head to the side, imagining the way Josh probably said the words. You can picture it – the little glimmer that undoubtedly took up residence in his eyes. He loves to play the wise sage.

“And did you?”

He nods his head.

“I think so. That’s why I came tonight. To apologize. And to beg you to let me try again.”

You sigh heavily, closing your eyes for a moment to listen to the rain tap against the glass.

“Please.”

You open your eyes to see that he’s come closer, those brown eyes of his boring into yours in a way that makes your knees weak. You’re fairly certain that those eyes will be the death of you some day.

“You really hurt me, Jake. All those times that we spent time together… the things that I told you – things I’ve never told anyone before. And then you just-” You throw your hands up in defeat, words failing you.

“I know what I did. And I am so so sorry, angel. I’m sorry for making you think that I could ever not want everything with you.” He sinks to his knees on the floor in front of the sofa, pleading eyes turned up to you.

“Then tell me.” You demand.

“I can’t.”

“Jake…” You sigh, feeling your walls beginning to stand themselves up again. You’re so tired of waiting on him.

“Wait!” He calls out sharply, the loudness of the word shocking the both of you. “Just…” He starts again, voice quiet again. “I need you to ask me first.”

You want to deny him. To tell him to man up and just say it. But the way he’s looking at you, the way his shoulders have drooped in utter defeat… You can’t find it within your heart to deny him.

“Are you in love with me?” The question escapes your lips soft and quiet – like a secret passed between friends.

“Yes.” His answer is a prayer and you his savior – this room his confessional and you his altar.

The air punches its way out of your lungs as his words register in your brain. Those words that you’d so desperately been wanting to hear.

“I love you too.” The way your own confession slips past your lips without any thought makes his eyes light up – as if he couldn’t believe it until he heard the words from your own mouth.

“Let me love you right.” He pleads, bringing his palms up to slide over your cloth-covered thighs. “Let me do this the way I should have the first time.”

“Okay.” You whisper, reaching out for him like a small child. You want to feel him – all of him, for the first time.

“Not here.” He says, rising from his knees and lacing his fingers with yours. “Your bedroom. Let me do it right, angel. Please.”

Once again, you’re powerless to deny him so you rise to your feet and lead him into your bedroom. He presses your shoulders lightly, signaling for you to lay down. You relent, falling softly into the mattress. He climbs in after you, eyes glowing in the dim lamplight. The light spills from over the lampshade in the corner, bathing you both in warmth. It makes his hair reflect almost auburn as he hovers above you. The room is silent save for the distant rumble of thunder and the soft sound of your record player wafting in from the other room. Your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure he can hear it.

Keeping his eyes trained on yours, Jake hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sweatpants, pausing momentarily as he waits for you to give him permission. You nod and he slides the fabric down your legs so that you can kick them off. His eyes sweep down your bare legs, lingering on your cotton panties and the ever-growing dark spot over your clothed pussy. His eyes stop at your knees, eyeing the bruises there.

“Did I do this?” He asks forlornly, delicately tracing his thumb over the marks.

You nod.

“I wanted it, though. It’s okay.”

He just shakes his head, pressing a featherlight kiss to each knee before sweeping his chocolate eyes back to yours.

“It’s not.”

There’s finality in his words. You don’t argue. Instead, you reach out for him, pulling him up towards you so that his weight settles on top of you, his knees pressed into the mattress between your legs. You unbutton his shirt slowly, reveling in each bit of tan skin it reveals. His necklace sways as he reaches back to toss his shirt to the floor. Your own shirt is next, leaving you in nothing but your panties and revealing your breasts to him and the cold air of the room. You’d opted to go braless since you got home and Jake seems more than appreciative. He stares at the hardened buds, licking his lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, palming your left breast in his calloused hand. It feels so good to have his touch on you and a whine spills out of you at the simple action.

“So are you.” You tell him, reaching out once more to unbutton his pants. He slides the denim off himself, revealing his cock straining through the fabric of his boxers. You extend your hand to palm him through the material but he stops you. You flick your eyes up to him in question.

“Not yet. I want to worship you first. The way you deserve.”

He pulls your panties down your legs and a groan slips out of him at the sight of your glistening center. He’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You guess you are.

Without warning, he dips his tongue through your folds, drawing a whiny cry from you. He dives into your aching pussy with what you can only describe as reverence, alternating between dipping the tip of his tongue into your slit and circling your swollen clit. The pace is maddening as he goes from fast to soft again, making you writhe on the bed with each pass of his talented tongue.

“Oh, Jake.” You whine, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging. “That feels so good.”

He moans at your praise and the vibration makes your legs quake and your thighs to clamp down around his head.

“Please, Jake. More.” He answers your wanton cries immediately, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt and pressing a long, talented finger into you. He curls it upwards, brushing against that special spot inside of you.

You arch your back, mouth dropping open in pleasure as he keeps his finger pumping in and out of you as he descends back down onto your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling.

“Please. Oh fuck!” You cry, thrashing your head from side to side as the pleasure inside you begins to build. “Please!”

“Shhh.” He shushes, rising from your heat momentarily. “You don’t have to beg, angel. I’ll get you there.”

He dives back in and the sound that comes out of you barely sounds human. The band in your belly tightens and tightens as your orgasm draws nearer and nearer. You’re chanting his name between each moan and your whole body begins to quiver.

“You’re so good, Jake. So good. Oh fuck!”

At your words, Jake moans loudly into your pussy and curls his finger just right – sending you crashing into your orgasm. You writhe and pant, eyes screwing shut in pleasured agony.

As your mind comes back to the present, you open your eyes to see Jake breathing heavily with a flush overtaking his bare chest.

“Can I taste you?” You beg, pressing your thighs together to try and relieve the ache that has already returned despite your climax just moments before.

“You don’t have to, baby.” He says with a lopsided smile, tracing delicate circles against the inside of your calf.

“I want to. I want to make you feel good.”

“You already did.” He says with a bashful smile and you notice now the wet patch darkening his boxers.

“Oh.” You breathe out, another wave of wetness escaping you and making your thighs slick.

“Couldn’t help it. You look so pretty like that, moaning my name and telling me how good you feel. You don’t- I wasn’t even expecting to cum tonight. I want this to be about you.” There’s only truth in his eyes.

“Come here.” You tell him.

He crawls up towards the head of the bed, settling in next to you as you toss one leg over his thighs to straddle him.

“Do you trust me?” You whisper, leaning in close to him.

“Of course.” He ghosts his lips over yours, drawing you downwards to press a sweet kiss to your lips. It’s nothing like the kiss you shared before, desperate and anger-fueled. This one is soft – almost innocent if it weren’t for the lust coursing through the two of you.

Once you pull away, licking your lips at the taste of him, you slide your body downwards and settle yourself between his legs. You mouth over his cock through the fabric of his boxers, his length already beginning to harden again. He whines softly, hands clenching in the sheets at his sides.

You use your teeth to pull his boxers down, eyes not leaving his own until his cock reveals itself to you. Everything about Jake is pretty and his cock is no exception. It’s perfect. His head is flushed red and weeping where it rests against his naval and you can’t help but to reach out and wrap your fingers around him. He hisses at the feeling. You stroke him, smearing his precum around to slick the way as you begin to pump him slowly.

Jake tosses his head back, plush lips falling open and melodic moans spilling from between them. His chest is flushed and sweat beads at his hairline, making his beautiful skin glow in the lamplight. You can’t help but to lean down and press a sweet kiss to his tip, then another down the side of him. Jake huffs a laugh.

“What?” You ask him with a smile, continuing to stroke him lazily.

“N-nothing.” He manages to get out, eyes fluttering almost shut. “You’re sweet.”

“So are you.” You tell him before sinking your mouth down around him.

He lets out a choked groan as his tip hits the back of your throat and his hips buck up off the bed.

“Oh fuck!” He cries out as you hollow your cheeks and slide your mouth up his shaft, pressing your tongue into the spot just below the head.

You bob up and down for a moment before he’s pulling himself from you and grabbing you to pull you up towards him. He crashes his lips against yours again, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan but he swallows the sound, delicately bringing his hands up to cup your face as he kisses you.

“I need you inside me. Like, yesterday.” You tell him, earning yourself a sweet laugh.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He flips you over so that your back is pressed back into the mattress and you watch in rapt attention as he grips his hard cock, sliding his tip through your folds to gather your wetness. Finally, he sinks into you slowly, savoring every inch as he goes.

You moan loudly as he finally bottoms out, halting his movements as you both revel in the feeling of being close again.

“You feel so good, Y/n. I should have told you the first time how wonderful you are… how beautiful.”

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer to you and you both moan as his cock slips deeper into you.

“It’s okay.” You tell him as he begins to rock into you – long, deliberate strokes that set your whole body aflame. “Fuck Jake, you feel so fucking good.”

His hair tickles your face as he fucks into you but you can’t be bothered to move it. You’re consumed by the feeling of him – of his cock hitting you so perfectly, by the noises that fall out of him after each thrust, by the way his face twists in pleasure as your walls clench around him. It’s all too much and not enough and you reach out blindly to grip his shoulders, pulling his torso down so that you can capture his lips again.

His lips are so soft as they move against yours and you can tell that he’s close already by the way his thrusts are growing sloppy and by the tremble of his shoulders. He’s holding back – waiting for your pleasure before he allows himself his.

“You feel so good, Jake. So, so good.”

“Yeah.” He whispers, bringing his hand up to swirl his tongue around the pad of his thumb before pressing it into your clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. “Tell me you’re mine, angel. Please.”

Your back arches against your will as white hot bliss spreads through you, overtaking your body from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Your mouth drops open and a loud whine escapes you as you try to form the words.

“All yours, Jake. All yours.” You chant, digging your fingers into his biceps as your orgasm builds yet again. “Yours, baby.”

He lets out a sound that almost sounds pained and his eyebrows pinch together as his thrusts grow faster and faster – the sound of his skin hitting yours and the slick squelch from between your legs filling the small bedroom.

“W- fuck! Where?” He begs you, his whole body trembling.

“Inside! Fuck, Jake. Inside. Wanna feel it. Oh fuck!”

He moans loudly as he finishes, painting your walls with his release and the sound of him is what drives you over the edge. Your release gushes out of you, drenching him in your pleasure as you both ride out your orgasms together. The world around you melts away to just you and him, blanketed in your pleasure and safe from everything else that threatens to come between you. It’s everything.

When you both finally come back to yourselves, Jake slowly pulls himself from you before allowing his weight to settle on top of you completely. It’s silent. The rain outside has finally stopped.

“I love you.” He murmurs into your sweaty skin, lips tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I love you too.”

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dee-writes-smut · 10 days

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A BITTER FAREWELL

FEATURING Eris Vanserra x reader

SUMMARY "why did you love me when you knew you would break me?"

CONTENT WARNINGS angst, break-ups, I think that's it

AUTHORS NOTE a short little fic to feed my beautiful little monsters until Friday <3. Enjoy the Eris angst my loves.

In the dimly lit chamber of the Autumn Court, the air hung heavy with tension as Eris Vanserra, the High Lord, stood before you, his usually composed demeanor shattered by the raw emotion in his voice. His words cut through the silence like a blade, each syllable laden with pain and longing.

"Why did you love me when you knew you would break me?" Eris's voice wavered; his heartache palpable as he struggled to contain the storm raging within him. His hands clenched tightly at his sides; his knuckles white with the effort to restrain the turmoil threatening to consume him.

Tears glistened in your eyes as you met his gaze, your own heart aching with the weight of his words. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to reach out to him, to ease the agony etched into his features, but you knew the truth would only deepen his wounds.

"I… you think I wanted this?" Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper, as you fought to find the strength to speak. "You think I wanted to hurt you, Eris?" The tears flowed freely now, tracing a path down your cheeks as you struggled to articulate the turmoil raging within your soul. "I wanted… I want you, Eris. More than anything. But I can't… I can't have you."

The admission hung heavy in the air, a tangible barrier between you and the man you loved. You longed to reach out, to bridge the distance that had grown between you, but the weight of duty and destiny pressed down upon you like a suffocating blanket.

Eris's expression softened, his features a mask of anguish as he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out as if to touch you before faltering and falling back to his side. "I never wanted to cause you pain," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the pounding of your own heart. "But I don't know how to be anything other than what I am."

A sob escaped your lips as you took a step forward, closing the distance between you until there was nothing but air and unspoken words separating you from the man you loved. "I don't know how to stop loving you," you whispered, your voice breaking as you reached out to him, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek.

But even as you longed to pull him close, to lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the reality of your forbidden love loomed large between you. You were from different worlds, bound by duty and honor to opposing sides of a war that threatened to tear the land apart.

And as the tears continued to fall, you knew that no matter how much you loved each other, the cruel hand of fate would always keep you apart, condemned to an eternity of longing and heartache in the shadow of what could never be.

"Where are you going to go now?" Eris's voice quivered, the weight of his sorrow heavy in the air, mingling with the tension that seemed to suffuse the very walls of the chamber. His eyes, once filled with determination and authority, now reflected only a profound sense of loss and desperation.

You turned away, unable to meet his gaze, unable to bear the agony that twisted his features. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to stay, to throw caution to the wind and surrender to the pull of his love. But the reality of your situation loomed large, an insurmountable barrier between you and the happiness you so desperately craved.

"I don't know," you confessed, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your own heart. "Anywhere but here."

Eris reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed against your arm, a desperate plea shining in his eyes. "Don't leave," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, don't leave me alone in this darkness."

Tears welled in your eyes as you met his gaze, the ache in your heart nearly unbearable as you struggled to find the words to ease his pain. "I have to," you whispered, your voice breaking as you fought to keep your composure. "For both of us."

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating, as you grappled with the enormity of what lay ahead. Each moment seemed to hang in the balance, teetering on the edge of despair and hope, longing and resignation.

And then, with one final, agonizing glance, you tore yourself away from him, your footsteps echoing in the empty chamber as you walked away, leaving behind the only man you had ever loved, condemned to a fate of solitude and regret in the wake of your forbidden love.

As you stepped out into the cold embrace of the night, the weight of your decision settled around you like a shroud, a constant reminder of the sacrifices you had made in the name of duty and honor. But even as you disappeared into the darkness, a glimmer of hope burned bright within your heart, a silent promise that someday, somehow, you would find your way back to each other, united in love and bound by destiny, forever entwined in the tapestry of fate.

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deeversuswords · 22 days

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a/n: no inspiration? take a shower (joking, or maybe not?). ended up drafting a 3.6k words oneshot that'll probably end up not as one, but two chapters, and I'm so excited about it.

so, here's a small peek at this bakugou katsuki x reader, exes to lovers (there'll be two smut scenes too 👀). hoping my words flow 'cause damn are they letting me down with my wip long fic...

When Katsuki had lost you, he had lost and never felt like he won anymore. When you had walked out through the door, belongings packed, you took a fundamental part of himself with you. Two years later, and his ability to love another was nowhere to be found. He functioned. Crawled through life and achieved. But not once did he stop looking for the traces of you. Still, his efforts were in vain. He never found you again.

The universe refused to answer that one burning wish he had for reasons he no longer understood. Was he bound to feel like this forever? Empty in your absence? Cold when another warmed his bed? Incomplete, despite being almost certain that someone out there had to fit with him? A torment. Every single fucking day. From morning to night, night to morning. Awake or lost in dreams—better yet, nightmares. He dreamed of you so often, his subconscious rubbing the what-ifs in his face. He should’ve kicked his fear of losing you to the curb and showed you off to the whole world instead. Like you deserved. Years and years, he had boasted of being strong, as being the best. Yet when it came to you, he was weak. Weak because life taught him early on how fleeting it could be. One moment here, gone in the next. That thought was rooted in his subconscious, and while it wasn’t an excuse, it made him act out more times than he could count. “I don’t understand. Why can’t we be seen together without all this stupid disguise?” you would ask and his response would always be the same pathetic excuse, “You wanna paint a target on your back that bad?” And you would give him this confused look that never failed to feel like a gut punch before saying, “…I can take care of myself, Kat. You made sure of it. Besides, you’d never let anything happen to me.” "What if I'm not there? What if I am and you end up getting hurt because I didn't see it coming?" would be his argument that rang true to both of you. But it was those what-ifs that bred insecurities, and before he knew it, with tear-stained cheeks and in a small voice, you had said, “I’m just not enough for you, Katsuki. I tried and I failed. I’m tired.” He, too, had tried to stop you, to express his fear. You refused to listen, too fed up with him, too sick of being his “dirty little secret” as you so bluntly put it. His “dirty little secret” you remained for he never talked about you with anyone. Not his parents, not his friends. His heartbreak was his and his only, and Katsuki gladly succumbed to it. He deserved the punishment—to drown in regrets and shame. Katsuki hurt you, his missing half, his person who loved him for him. So, when whatever the hell aligned so that behind the door where his hookup for the night was supposed to be stood you, the last two years flashed before his very eyes. And then, he could swear his whole fucking world exploded in color and light; though, that might’ve just been his heart finally, finally beating in the now.

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jeongin-lvr · 8 months

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Can I pls request dry humping with subby felix 🫶🏻

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ play thing, l. felix

✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑， 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌，𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅， 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅， 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾． 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 ＆ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

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𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Not with you wearing such a revealing top like that. Cleavage peaking through the square necked top just right, giving him that divine look at those two mounds perfectly perched at your chest. Paired with the silver glitter of your necklace that shimmered and jingled with every movement. Not with your skirt perfectly hugging your curvaceous hips so nicely.

Felix couldn’t keep his mouth from watering. His dick twitching behind the fabric prison in his pants. That ache for release already pining through his body and fluttering around like a lost butterfly. Minute by minutes overtaken by the sheer want he felt.

“Lix, did you hear what I said?” I interrupted his thoughts, watching as his brownie batter eyes lit aglow as if my words had given him new life.

“Eh, no. Sorry, was just… thinking,” Felix’s eyes wandered elsewhere, not on me. His eyes going past my head to the beige wall behind me.

I quirked a brow and shrugged, adjusting my focus to the TV playing to no one; clearly no one was interested in watching whatever random sitcom. I gazed back at Felix, looking at his slightly reddened cheeks, the way his eyes sparkled as he was off in his own mind. So round and wide, almost like he was a puppy. A delicate little thing.

His blonde hair ruffled back all prettily while his lips parted, saying something quietly. I couldn’t hear shit, so I just watched him mumble with flushed cheeks and puffy lips.

“Are you okay…?” I asked, poking his arm with a slight smile on my lips to loosen the mood.

Felix almost jolted, not a bit of electricity in his veins but rather the heat of want. Flushing into his system, his eyes refusing to meet mine in shame. For what, who knows. Felix scrunched his nose and chuckled in that deep vibrato that had my insides turning all mushy, my eyes watching him adjust uncomfortably underneath his own clothes. Sweat forming on his honey-kissed skin, freckles dancing like stars with every breathe he let slip.

The poor boy was breathing like an animal, shakily and with tiny whimpers in between every movement.

His pretty, porcelain hands attached to the front of his pants, grabbing the front of the fabric and a pillow beside him. I was unsure if he knew that I was looking at him, as his eyes were dead set on the motion-picture playing incredulously in the background. He looked transfixed, but not on that show. No, whatever going on in his mind had his hands clammy and his body reacting.

Then I watched him turn to me, those sweet eyes of his- the eyes that looked too pure for this world -they fell to my chest. Instantly without hesitation. As if my eyes had fallen over to my shirt.

Then just as quickly they snapped back to my face, and I could see that look of instant guilt. The malice unintentional but there. Yet, I didn’t feel grossed out or violated. Instead my heart throbbed and my eyes trailed over that glossy look in his eyes; so fucking pretty.

And now I know that the look of innocence was more of a front. This boy was far from it.

“N-not really-“ Felix mumbled, face growing crimson. Cheeks burning like lava with every little syllable, “I think I should go-“ and as he tried to stand I finally got that sweet confirmation of whatever was happening in his body. In his pants more specifically. The grey sweatpants he wore were tented, cock perched like a castle for all those nearby to see.

Preferably for me.

Instantaneously, his hands cupped said member, shame mixing with a spout of desire. Both equally as addicting to see in those buttery-soft eyes of his; diaphanous fabric of his soft sweatpants doing no justice to whatever was underneath them.

“Oh…”

“Shit, I’ll go. I’m sorry,” Felix ran a shameful hand over his face, dragging his hair along with it. The pairing of seeing his hair all messy, that little coat of sweat at the back of his neck so tempting to kiss, and, of course, the obvious boner in his pants was all so enlightening.

Now all those times I’d catch him staring at me, incongruous gaze drawing glances at me every chance he got, and almost always my eyes catching him in the act. When we’d be on FaceTime and he’d grow quiet, those little whines that slipped through the cracks of his volume. And the slight shake of the screen. No, I wasn’t fucking dumb. I knew what he was doing, what he was thinking. But now that this was happening right here and now, a sudden rush of cockiness winded through my veins. Twirling my heart and rolling through my cunt, suddenly eager to see what happens next.

“No, don’t.” The words left my lips faster than I could think. No way in hell was I letting this opportunity slip away.

Felix’s eyes widened, even more crimson dancing around his cheeks. Those pretty pink lips of his permanently pulled open in a surprised look to match the gloss in his eye.

“What?”

“Stay. I’ll help you… if you want.” I moved my body, hand finding the intense heat of his cock so perfectly malleable to mine. So hot and ready and slightly damp from the continuous amount of precum spilling from his body, just desperation. A groan slipped out of his mouth, then a whine. And now I’m addicted.

My hand palming him generously through his pants; the space between our bodies now none, but I don’t really remember how we got there.

Trembling hands traced over the barren, heating skin across my thighs. Freckle-kissed skin burning with lust, eyes glossed over as if he had nothing going on in his brain, nothing but neediness.

My thighs draped over his, caging him in with my hands and legs, easily overpowering the hypnotized male. When his eyes were marbled like that with the haze of desire painting over them, god, the sight was so pretty. Like an acrylic painting of a bronze sea. I needed to feel every bit of him, the warmth and glow enveloping me in such delight so easily. So simply. It wasn’t hard to find a steady rhythm.

“You wanna use me, baby?” I cooed in his ear, that sensual shiver followed by a deep, spine-rattling groan he gave me was enough confirmation. His raging boner already telling me the entire story; the things he wanted to do and say or have me do and say- he could taste them on his tongue deliciously.

It was almost presented to him in a palette of illustrious flavors.

“Y-yes, please.” Felix felt that slow friction from our bodies connecting, but I never gave him too much. I could see it in his eyes how desperate he was; if he wanted it he needed to tell me how badly.

His hands tightened on my waist, eyes appearing almost teary eyed though no touch was exchanged, “God, need it so bad.”

I hummed, propping both of my arms on his shoulders with a look of delight. His words making my mind swirl and my tummy flip in the best ways. Seeing someone unwind so easily underneath my touch, that was the icing on the cake. I licked my lips, gently brushing against his lower lip as I spoke with affirming intention in my voice.

“Use me, then.” I smiled peacefully, but even my own words felt so good to say.

“Can I? Really?” Felix asked so politely, squinting eyes dwindling in the light.

I nodded, enjoying the slight innocence in his eyes. The power such a beautiful thing held in those chocolate batter eyes. My lip caught between my teeth as he began to search my face, and for a brief intermission it was tense silence.

Then that sweet thing called friction. The rubbing of bodies and the delicious taste of slight relief.

God, it wasn’t enough.

Felix kept his grip on my hips hard, giving the illusion of control, but every time that effect angle was hit he would whimper shamelessly. His caramel eyes so dark and hazy with lust. Those petite hands of his only holding onto me for the sake of some grounding force; to feel tethered to the thing that was bringing him all the good feelings.

He could’ve sworn this was the best thing he’s ever felt. All those times he would have his dick in hand, all pretty and perked up with excitement, he’d imagine his hand was something else. His brain would wander, imagining a pretty cunt swallowing it whole while he unraveled so easily. And maybe his mind would wander to you. Okay, every single time his mind would wander to you. How could he not?

But now was so different. Felix wasn’t even close to penetration yet this was the best he’s ever felt. Ever.

His callous hands now confidently rubbed up down my body. Caressing and feeling every bit of skin he could. Eyes trained on my chest in particular, slowly letting his own hands fall between the cavity between my breasts, sucking in a painful breath.

I tilted my head down, admiring the way his gentle touch trembled against my skin. From the hungry way he was watching me, I knew he wanted to see more, so my hands pulled up at the hem of my top, exposing my chest to him.

The boy nearly choked, eyeing the mounds dutifully, never blinking away. I simply uttered a ‘touch me’ into his skin, taking his shaky hand into mine and letting him fondle me.

He began to groan at the feeling, meddling with the soft tissue of my tit with complete care and grace. Fingertips grazing at my perky nipples, earning little sounds from me, edging him on as his other hand worked dangerously quick on our bodies rubbing.

“F-fuck, ah, god, you feel so g-good,” Felix’s eyes fluttered across my face. Lips dangerously close to mine. I soaked in that pretty, fucked-out look on his face and decided to close the space between our faces. Kissing him so feverishly, with so much want embedded in the kiss. I kissed him until he was panting breathlessly into my lips. I swallowed those little whines and whimpers like they were water, I was dying of dehydration.

The raw touch of our bodies wasn’t enough for me but it clearly was enough for him. The way his face contorted and those gorgeously melodic moans filled the space around us. It was so clear he was close.

“Feel good?” I cooed, shaking a little as I bent to his ear. Sweat and drool pooled on his lips and chin, desperation in the way he quickly rutted his hips into mine.

“Mhm, so g-good,” Felix felt both in control and completely lost in the haze. He didn’t have any sense of what he was doing, self-awareness was gone. This new feeling was so damn pleasurable, “Might- god, I think-“

He dangerously rubbed our sexes together, then quickly unwinded. His pretty long hair falling in front of his eyes as they swept over that lost expression. Felix’s hands shaking along with his thighs. All of it was addicting to see, but the best part was his face all twisted; the way his nose wiggled with every breathe; how his eyes struggled to stay open; his star-streaked skin tanned with sweat.

He finished in his pants. The dampness of the blue jeans he wore darkened from his own cum. Wet and hot and everywhere.

“Did- did you cum in your pants?” I gawked down at where our bodies once collided. The spot was at least the size of my hand, and it seemed to easily seep through the thickness of the denim, even leaking onto my inner thighs.

“I’m sorry,” Felix said in slurred words, taking his hands off my hips and hiding his red face away from my eyes, “That’s so embarrassing.”

I smiled softly, admiring the way every bit of him trembled from both his orgasm and his cute embarrassment. I held his wrists, gently pulling them off his face with soft affirming words. My lips close to his again, trying my best to stay warm and soft for him.

“That was so hot,” I hummed, grazing his lower lip with my own, kissing the tip of his nose soon after.

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moondirti · 10 months

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what are your thoughts on submissive Miguel?

ooo okay. I actually have thoughts about this so enjoy a little drabble between updates of Animalic because that’s taking so long :) this is in no way correlated to Wraith’s story!

warnings: submissive! miguel, teasing, handjobs, references to biting

Miguel isn’t the type to submit easily. His default state is one of a man in charge; honed over the years since losing Gabriella, when the seemingly harmless choice to replace his alternate self cost millions of lives. He knows what it is to be human, how much we overlook in favour of pleasure – to him, that means that the only person he can trust to stay disciplined is himself. And, naturally, that extends to his bedroom habits.

When he takes a break from work or stewing over the state of the spider-verse, he fucks quick. It’s rough, ‘drill you into the mattress’ type sex - hands anchored to the pillow on either side of your head. He pressed his weight onto you, particularly where you’re folded in half at the hip, and is focused solely on the climax. You’ve never really had… time to bring up the topic of switching positions.

That is, until one particularly slow night. He comes back early, tired – his back hunched and his muscles strained and you can tell that the day had taken its toll on him. It progresses gradually, a sort of unravelling that neither him or you intend. You guide him to rest on the couch, fingers kneading the knots that pepper his shoulder, over his suit. That proves to be a hindrance though, of course, and before you know it, it retracts to his waist and leaves his chest bare.

Miguel never voices how much he loves it when your lips press softly to his skin, warming the overworked flesh in tiny butterfly kisses. But he melts, ever so slightly, so you keep then going until you reach his ear, where you whisper questions about work. What happened. Do you wanna talk about it. He only shakes his head no, brows furrowed, but he leans back into you in a silent press to keep going.

And then you’re grazing your nails down his pecs, tracing the lines of his abs. His hair is soft - if not slightly damp with sweat - and it tickles your temple when you nuzzle his neck. You’re tempted to graze your teeth along the valleys there, but you refrain for him. He’s relenting, you think, only because he needs it. Needs a moment of tenderness where he isn’t the one making all the choices.

It’s monumental only because of the time it’s taken to get to this point. For him, succumbing to you means everything. That he has full faith in your instinct, the decision-making skills you’ve developed in tandem to his. You know when to push him, when to draw back. He’s comfortable enough to be willing for either.

You stay stuck like that, cradling him from behind. Eventually, your hand ushers the nanotech off his crotch, and grin at what’s underneath. Commando - naturally, but his cock is pulsing already, an angry shade of purple after having been restrained so long. Pearly pre-cum drips down onto his lap, his length heavy, dipping forward, unable to hold its own weight.

He’s hot. Sweltering on your palm, ready to burst. You skim past where he needs you most, cupping his balls instead, and shift uncomfortably with the way his head tips back, jaw hinged open in pleasure. You’re struck with the alarming fact, then, seeing how responsive he is to your controlled ministrations.

Sure, he needs this. But-

He also wants it. Desperately.

#i wrote this on my phone in the car #so its messy but #༄dee answers #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman: across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman: atsv #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #drabble #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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dameronscopilot · 2 years

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I know it's not Saturday anymore but I am still going to try to sneak this in since I am obsessing over the Poe dating headcanons... What about some NSFW Poe headcanons? 🙈

Anon, don't you worry. EVERY day is Poe Dameron day. Drop anything and everything Poe into my ask box anytime, ya'll.

Anyway, I probably got a little carried away here. Oops.

Dating Poe Dameron (NSFW)

EXPLICIT 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT (Poe Dameron x f!reader)

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, praise kink, inappropriate use of an x-wing, anal sex, anal fingering, thigh riding, deep throating, masturbation, coming untouched

When it comes to kissing, Poe Dameron’s skills know no bounds. When he wants to leave you breathless, he’ll cup the back of your head in both hands as he softly slots your lips together, setting your nerves alight. But then there are other times that find him sinfully fucking your mouth with his tongue, kissing you so deeply and thoroughly that you’re both gasping for air. And when you tug roughly on his hair, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, clutching your ass with both hands and urging you to continue chasing your orgasm by desperately rutting against his thigh.

Kissing isn’t the only thing Poe’s ridiculously dexterous tongue is good for. He loves to have his head buried in your pussy, lapping at your folds and fucking your fluttering, glistening hole with his tongue until your knuckles go white from gripping the sheets so hard. Once your orgasm crests, he doesn’t waste any time before thrusting his fingers back inside of you, greedily scooping out globs of your cum to bring to his mouth.

Once Poe realizes you have a praise kink, he gratuitously uses this knowledge to his advantage. He loves reaching down to gently cup the side of your face while he’s fucking your mouth, brushing his thumb across your cheek as he rasps, “Such a fucking good girl,” while admiring the way you effortlessly deep throat his cock.

Despite the cramped size of the cockpit of his T-70, Poe insists on dragging you up into it to teach you how the controls work one evening when the Resistance hangar is deserted. There’s no other option than to sit directly in his lap. Inevitably, one thing leads to another, and the flying lesson is all but forgotten when his lips latch onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder. Despite fumbling fingers and bumping elbows, he manages to unzip his flight suit as you wriggle out of your pants. Faraway voices near the hangar’s entrance ring out, and Poe claps a hand tightly over your mouth as he slips his cock into your soaking wet heat with one thrust and fucks you so hard you see stars.

After the first time, Poe makes a habit of fucking you in his flight suit when he realizes how wet the mere idea of it just so happens to make you. More often than not, the two of you hardly have the patience to traverse the length of the base back to your quarters after long missions. Instead, you’ve christened many a dark corner and deserted hallway, your head thrown back and your hands tangled in Poe’s curls while he shoves down your pants to fuck you roughly up against a wall.

Your Resistance fatigues fit a little too well, which only feeds into Poe’s fixation with your ass. When you’re standing beside him anywhere, it’s not uncommon for him to tuck a hand into your back pocket and squeeze. And in the privacy of your shared quarters, Poe’s exploration of your backside unlocks a new, feral need inside of you…one which eventually finds him notching the head of his cock against the unexplored tight ring of muscle back there.

(You both also accidentally discovered that Poe loves when you explore his ass as well. The first time you eased him open with two lubricated fingers, well...neither of you had ever seen so much cum erupt from his cock before.)

Poe loves to watch you masturbate, and sometimes you try and purposely plan for him to walk in on you while you’re lying naked in bed, legs spread wide and sultry moans falling from your lips as you pump your fingers in and out of your cunt. It’s not uncommon for him to reach his own climax just from watching you without even laying a hand on his own throbbing, weeping cock.

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#Poe Dameron fanfiction #Poe Dameron fanfic #Poe Dameron smut #Star Wars fanfiction #Star Wars smut #Poe Dameron imagine #Poe Dameron headcanons #Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #Oscar Isaac fanfiction #Oscar Isaac smut #dee writes

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gensiswrites · 6 months

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Too many drinks

Dee x Reader:3

Dee really felt bad, he never feels bad for making fun of someone, or saying something out of line, but something about you made him feel bad after saying that, but was he really being dramatic or was it you? I mean he guess he shouldn’t have called you an idiot. You were high and he should’ve guessed you were a emotional while high.

He didn’t know what to do, he just looked at the pictures you took of both of them, smiling, this took a while till he got the balls to text you. He apologized and sent you hundreds of text saying how sorry he was. He got a response back, telling him to “chill”.

His phone started vibrating, you were calling him? He freaked out and didn’t know what to do, he answered the call, and it started awkward till you started laughing, you explain that it was okay, and it didn’t hurt you feeling, it was just because you were high. He thought it was going to end there, till you started asking him questions about his black eye and long hair, next thing you know he was smiling just hearing your voice.

Once the call ended, he didn’t know why he was feeling like someone kissed him, he didn’t know why he felt like someone loved him romantically. He brushed it off and just thought he was being dramatic.

The next day, he saw you but he couldn’t talk to you without feeling like his heart would come out of his chest. He started stalking you, he knew where you lived, and everything. But of course history class started and you sat next to him, you started talking to him, and he didn’t know what to say, you noticed his weirdly behavior, so you stop talking.

Dee didn’t want you to stop talking so he tried his best to think about what to say, till your history teacher walked in. He looked at you and dee, and started yelling like crazy, “I TRUSTED YOU DEE, why did you let her run off!?”, you tried calming him down, by telling him you had to go because you were puking, but it didn’t really explain why dee went with you. It was not going well, what made it more awkward was when he said how you guys were probably kissing in the stalls.

You and Dee didn’t know what to say, till you had the balls to say something, “yeah we did, did you wanted to watch?”, you laughed, the teacher was stuttering and yelling at the same time, your teacher gave up and left to his desk. You looked over at dee and he was blushing? You thought he was sick so you didn’t mind it.

Once class was over, you walked the halls with Dee, till you heard kid whisper about you and him, you got tired of it and yelled at the closest dude talking, “you wish you could kiss his lips, faggot!”, pulling up the middle finger, but the kid didn’t take it lightly and started running after you, you quickly said bye to dee and started running for your life.

#fanfic #x reader #dee shvagenbagen #dee x reader #mentalfamily

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fayelynnee · 1 year

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Bad Influence

Trying to get L’s approval while working on the case, appeasing him every day, only to come back empty handed with his back handed compliments and unusual ways. Only gaining the attention of Light.

First post yay! abt 800 words, no warnings just Light being sweet so he can manipulate u <3

Bathroom lights flickered greatly, muffled crying could be heard if you listened close enough. Files and different papers were spewed across the tiled floor. (Y/n) sat against the stall door, doing her best to ease her quiet sobs, hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the sound.

“Stupid, hes so fucking-” Her voice cracked as she buried her face into her knees. L had always been an odd one, and (Y/n) tried her best to understand it to the best of her ability. She’d clean up after him, cater to his every need, she’d wait on her hands and knees for him just for his approval. The girl was shot down every time with his backhanded excuse of a ‘thank you’, mostly just dismissing her completely. He treated her as nothing more than a distraction.

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel hurt at each side-eye glance, every dismissal. She acted so greatly towards him and was met with nothing in return. The Kita case was stressful enough, it drove her into the ground the moment she was assigned to assist the department with it. And meeting L was just rubbing salt further into the wound.

“(Y/n)?”

Her head shot up at the voice. Light. Light had been assisting his father with this case the best he could, and was treated just about the same way as she was. His soft, gentle tone made her sob further.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry about him, really, he shouldn't have said those things to you.”

Of course you thought.

Everyone knows

The girl shifted on the floor, moving away from the door as she felt it being pushed open. Light peeked his head inside, giving her a small, sympathetic smile. The sight of her tear stained cheeks, red eye’d combo musnt have been a pretty sight, of course.

Light had been a supportive one, he was a good boy.

Raised in a traditional household, he was so average , and it was so awfully nice.

He moved to sit across from her, sliding down onto the tile floor below. Taking a look around at the papers she’d been given moments ago.

“He expects you to file these? Geez, none of them are even categorized correctly.” He laughed lightly. Doing his best to lighten the mood, as best as he could of course.

The silence wasn't comfortable, it was more painful than anything. (Y/n) didn't acknowledge the boy, only burying her face further into her knees. She felt embarrassed, her breakdown leading to having a colleague try to comfort her, in the women's restroom nonetheless.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted, causing her to lift her head up to see.

Light had gathered a paper or two, and promptly, ripped it in two.

“I say, Fuck him, he can eat shit if he’s gonna treat you like this. Go on, grab one. Rip it. You'll feel much better” She raised an eyebrow at his statement, looking curiously to the halved sheet in his hands. Why not? Letting her hands fall from their position, she took the paper that was offered to her. Staring down, Light was right, it didn't make any sort of sense.

“So…rip it?” She questioned, to which he nodded. “Rip it.”

And she did. And afterwards, she felt better. She did it again, and again, he joined in until there weren't any papers left to rip. The act had given her a chance to smile, widely at the childish deed done.

“Your work-” Light piped up, gaining her attention once more, smiling at the sight of the joy finally coming back to her. “I think its fantastic. What you're doing for this case, it's phenomenal. We wouldn't be this far without you.”

And he was right. Who needs L’s satisfaction or approval, especially when you're trying this hard. (Y/n) acknowledged her own work, and she couldn't help but agree. They'd be nowhere without her. Her time spent wailing in the bathroom won't go unnoticed like her hard work. She made a mental note to rip L a new one later.

Barely any time passed in the stall as she soon moved next to Light, his arm held around her gently. Her head rested against him as they admired the scraps of paper on the floor. A memory they'll cherish for a while, a silly glimpse of hope through these hard times. her laugh echoed against the stalls as she looked up to the smiling boy who held her close.

“You're a bad influence, Light Yagami. ” She heard the door to the restrooms open. “And I love it.”

#light yagami #dee🩰#death note #death note x reader #death note x you #x reader #light yagami x reader #death note fanfiction #we love a manipulator #toxic men >>#light x reader #light x y/n #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #death note fandom

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httpsyeons · 3 months

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can i make a req for g!p yunjin… 🧎 (LOVE THE SAKURA FIC BTW ITS SO PERFECT AND UR WRITING TOO LIKE HELLO)

⭑ — movie night : huh yunjin x fem!reader

☆ a/n : g!p yunjin makes me drool a bit me thinks, hope you like it! <3

☆ warnings : smut. semi-public. g!p yunjin. top! yunjin. bottom! reader. praise kink. saying ‘it’s too big’ because why not. hung yunjin. written under the cut.

☆ word count : 926

Yunjin’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you back against the growing bulge in her shorts. “Fuck,” She husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Gotta be quiet, baby..”

Your shorts were pooled around your ankles, leaving you in just your underwear. Nearby was a packet of ignored popcorn, a reminder that the rest of the girls were just a few feet away in the living room. You were fighting back your moans, but it was so hard- feeling Yunjin’s stiff cock rub against you through both her shorts and your underwear? It drove you crazy.

“God,” Yunjin’s head tossed back slightly. “Lift your hips for me.” She tapped the sides of your hips and you obediently lifted them more. Yunjin’s hand slid then to cup your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, rubbing softly and quietly groaning.

“Nice and wet for me,” She whispered. “I need you, fuck, I need you, baby.”

Her finger hooked around your underwear and you looked back with a soft whine. “Jen..” She looked at you and met your gaze, as her hand tugged down your underwear. Another low whine left at the feeling of the cold air hitting your soaked cunt. “Jen- the girls-”

“Shh, baby,” Yunjin’s hands fled from your hips and you looked back forward, watching the kitchen’s doorway as you listened to the sound of her clothes rustling.

Suddenly, Yunjin’s bare cock was rubbing against your cunt, and you were squeezing the counter so hard your knuckles turned white. Her panting breathes were erotic in your ear, and she bend down softly to kiss around your shoulder in neck. “Good girl,” She whispered, rubbing the tip of her cock against your folds. “So good for me…”

You could feel the warmth of her pre-cum mingling with your dripping wetness, and it drove you crazy. Your resolve was crumbling, and part of you didn’t even care anymore about the girls walking in.

“Nice and slow,” Yunjin mumbles, pressing her cock head against your entrance. “Breathe in, baby.” And you do. When you did, she slowly guides the head of her cock into your entrance, burying deep there. A sharp grunt leaves her lips.

Your eyes nearly roll back at the feeling, and you bite your lip hard to contain the whimper-like moan that wants to leave. “J-Jen..” You sputter, as she kisses your shoulder and pushes in a bit more. “T-Too big..”

A deep chuckle leaves her, and she leans to kiss your head. “Shh..you can take it,” She whispers, pushing in a little more. Another grunt leaves. “Fuuuck, so tight…like a goddamn virgin everytime…”

Half of her cock is buried deep in you, and she’s squeezing your hips like a goddamn animal in heat. Knowing not to push you any further, she slides out and buries back in again- fucking you at a slow pace. Her soft grunts mixed with the pants you let out. The fact that she was fucking you on the counter while the girls were watching a movie- god.

“You’re such a good girl,” Yunjin whimpers slightly in your ear as more pre-cum slides into your pussy. She slaps your hips back against hers quickly, trying to keep it quiet but honestly at this point she doesn’t even care. Your cunt is so warm, so wet for her. She has to fuck you deeper, harder.

“Jen- s-so..deep..” Your eyes are rolling fully at this point, arousal sliding down your thighs as she fucks you deep. “G-Gonna cum..”

“Mmm, yeah?” Yunjin purrs, sliding her cock in a bit more. She’s fully stretching you out, kissing your womb with her tip. “So fucking right, gonna fill you up baby..”

You whimper, your knees slightly pressing together as she leans up and just holds you by your hips, watching as your ass slightly bounces with each deep thrust. “So pretty,” She grunts, pushing in deeper and deeper. Until finally, she’s pulling out and slamming in with deeper thrusts that come out hard and rough. Her cock hitting and teasing your G-spot every time she enters.

You’re a whimpering mess, your hand coming to hold your mouth as you feel that familiar knot forming deep in your stomach. Your thighs trembling in preparation for your release. Yunjin’s hips snap against yours again and again, until the force breaks that knot- and you’re cumming around her cock with a whine, your eyes squeezing shut.

Yunjin fucks you through this orgasm and squeezes your hips, feeling you grow impossibly tighter around her cock. She grunts and struggles when pulling out and pushing back in, the friction making her approach her own high quicker.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” She hisses, slamming in again burying her cock all the way inside your warm pussy. Her cum shoots out like ropes inside of you, coating your insides and filling your womb to the brim. She struggles softly, gasping for air as your needy pussy milks every last drop of her cum. “Oh god, princess.”

You whine, squeezing and tensing around her as she fills you up. After a few moments, she slowly pulls out with a deep sigh, just as Chaewon’s voice stems from the living room. “Are you guys coming with the popcorn yet?”

Yunjin calls back. “Yeah, calm down!”

She looks back down at the mess she made of you and sighs, lazily grabbing the pack of popcorn. She tosses it in the microwave and moves back to you, rubbing your hip softly, “Let’s get you cleaned up princess…”

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sempersirens · 24 days

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DAUGHTER LESSONS | a joel miller oneshot

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summary: would it kill joel to just touch you?

warnings: established relationship, infidelity, jackson-era, no mention of age, angst

author's note: so... i have been disgustingly obsessed with COWBOY CARTER (duh! i have taste) and have fixated on the duality of daddy lessons and DAUGHTER, which thereby produced this lovechild of the two. you guys know i love me some religious imagery and angst...

Nothing could’ve confined you to a pew in your youth.

Your knees had breathed a sigh of relief at the absence of a blood-red kneeler when you were granted Sunday morning autonomy. Only your grandmother’s morbid prophecies of watching mass from above this time next year herded you between the rows of wooden benches at Easter and Christmas.

Maybe it was her you were trying to reach; chin tipped to the ceiling as if you would be overcome with the smell of potpourri and Irish coffee, heart flooded with all the right answers.

Still, nothing good came.

“Didn’t expect t’find you in here.” His familiar drawl pricks at the hairs on your neck.

“I was trying out solitude.”

Joel had always moved with surprising stealth for someone of his build, but nothing he did these days surprised you anymore.

You had given him everything since meeting shortly after his and Ellie’s arrival in Jackson. It hadn’t taken long for you to witness his undoing.

But this time, Joel doesn’t move.

Rather, he stands in the middle of the aisle taking in the sight of you on your knees four rows ahead and to his left. Your hands are clasped so tightly together he can see the whites of your knuckles from this far back.

Joel knows the back of your head more intimately than he probably should.

You have a habit of turning away from him in bed at night the second you were overcome by the smallest amount of fatigue.

Too damn hot you would mumble from your tenure of the mattress. And he can’t say he minded too much.

Often, he would reach a hand to your hair spilling across the pillow onto his side before regaining sense and propping the hand underneath his head instead.

During your waking hours, languidly reciting the steps of your morning routine around his small kitchen, he feels the want to touch you.

He wants to smooth down the hair that always bobbled around the raised birthmark on your scalp. He wants to feel your cheek against the knuckle of his right index finger. He wants to take the coffee cup from your hands and engulf them in the warmth of his instead.

“She’s not here.” You mumble, so quietly that he’s not sure if that’s what you’ve actually said.

“Who?” He braves, wiping his sweating palms on the sleeves of his flannel shirt.

You respond with a scoff, confirming his hypothesis.

Of course she isn’t here. You both know very well that she isn’t here.

When Tommy had first introduced the two of you, he’d cornered Joel at the bar while ordering their third, or maybe fourth, round of drinks.

“She’s a good woman, Joel.”

“I’m figuring that out just fine.” He’d smirked, taking a preliminary sip of his beer before glancing back at you. Your elbows were perched on the wooden table, chin resting on your palms as you exchanged low-looks and snickers with Maria sat across from you.

“No, you don’t get it. She’s good. She’s kind. Her daddy’s the pastor here.”

“Not settin’ me up with a Bible basher are you, little brother? She gon’ make me wait until I give her a ring?”

He’d felt like an ass as soon as he’d opened his mouth, which was made worse by Tommy’s unchanging expression. He didn’t look irate or tired of Joel’s age-old shit – the face behind his warning was unwaveringly sincere.

“Just don’t hurt her.”

And in that moment, Joel couldn’t fathom anything as desacrating as hurting you. He had returned Tommy’s solemnity with a nod and carried your drinks back to your table; the remainder of the night blurring into the rest of his life.

He hadn’t fallen in love with you that night. Joel is stubborn in love, and it took months of langorous warmth to thaw his roughness.

You didn’t make him wait for a ring.

Nights spent in symphony with one another were the only moments Joel could bring himself to touch you. There, he knew how to work his hands, his tongue, his hips. Not once would he hesitate in reaching out to smooth a thumb across your forehead. He moved like a river, flowing into your body in desperation to meet the ocean.

And you wondered if he did it on purpose, or if he knew that he was doing it at all. Passing him in the intimacy of his home or the vastness of the food hall, you were only ever hungry for his skin against yours.

Slowly, you crept into his skin through his pores. You made his days sweeter and smoother wherever and however you could, hoping perhaps one evening his fingers would brush yours as you set a plate on the table before him.

But here you rise, swallowed in the rosy light of dawn with damp cheeks and all faith robbed from your chest.

“I can’t do this here, Joel.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and attempt to put as much distance between the two of you as you pass him in the aisle.

“Then don’t. Come home.”

For a second he debates reaching out to you, wrapping you in his arms and letting you beat against his chest as your body racks with sobs. But the moment soon escapes him and he’s following you into the morning air.

“I buried my home a week ago.” You spoke flatly, bones void of any remnants of anger or fight. “You know what my daddy told me before he died?”

He thinks he does. Moreso, he can hazard a guess.

Nevertheless, he can’t quite seem to find his voice as you bring yourself to a halt. The morning sun peeks between the buildings behind you.

“Told me one day you’d play me for a fool. And look at me now.” You shook with breathy laughter. “He’s in the ground and there’s another woman keeping the man I love’s bed warm.”

Jackson would soon be rising with the sun. It had almost been a full day since you’d come home from patrol an hour earlier than Joel expected.

In truth, it hadn’t been the clothes strewn over kitchen chairs and draped over the bannisters. Not even the warm smell of salt and latex that hit you before you’d opened the bedroom door.

Joel’s fingers grazed the small of her back, tracing lazy shapes up and down her spine. Your stomach tightened into a small fist, losing all composure you had truly tried to maintain in your ascent up to the bedroom.

You had never even really been one to fight. Your father had taught you to handle yourself, and you’d learnt what was necessary to survive in the new world.

Really, you wanted to pollute the skin beneath Joel’s touch. You wanted for him to never touch anything beautiful again; to never grasp at cold cotton sheets in the middle of the night; to never feel the slow threat of rain tapping against his skin.

Life began to creep in around the two of you. Ellie and Tommy would soon come looking for Joel to set off on morning patrol.

“One day, Joel, someone is going to give you exactly what you deserve. And I pray to God that I’m there to see it.”

You turn on your heel, leaving Joel to watch as your hair sways from side-to-side down your back. He swallows the lump formed in his throat and tilts his chin to the sky, blinking away the threat of tears moistening his lower lashes.

He wipes his hands against his jeans and straightens his torso, forcing a low cough to clear his throat.

Peaches, he thinks. Tonight he will bring you peaches, and he will watch as the juice spills from the side of your mouth. He will reach a thumb to wipe it away, and he will hold you. For as long as you let him; as long as he breathes.

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hobicakess · 7 months

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namjoon with a grill. it’s burned into my brain. i need him carnally

you know that song by grillz by nelly?? yeah, im thinking about that.

Just sitting on Namjoons lap poking at his pink lips, trying to see his grill again, but now he's all shy like he wasn't just on set flashing the golf pieces in his mouth like his life depended on it. He's grabbing your wrist away from his mouth, causing a pout to make its way on your own. "Joonieee," you whine, fighting against his playful hold on your wrist. "Smile for me, Daddy."

"Lemme see your grillz," he smiles softly, cheeks pinking, and you release yourself from his hold. "Your so sexyyyy"

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alwaysonthemend · 11 months

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A Night of Revelry | JTK

Author's Note: Here it is! My second GVF fic! This one got away from me a little bit and ended up a lot longer than I meant it to be. But oh well, Jake just has that effect on me. Again, this is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.

Summary: The boys are finally back home on a hiatus from tour and are enjoying some much needed rest and recovery. A dinner party at the Kiszka's house leads to you and Jake admitting some long kept secrets to each other. A night of revelry, indeed.

Content Warnings: mentions of being drunk, fingering (f. receiving), hand jobs (f. receiving), p. in v. sex, unprotected sex (ya'll know better!) swearing, dom Jakey (yes, that's a warning) 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4544

Preview:

“Since you want to cum so bad,” Jake says with a dangerous smile gracing his lips, “you’re going to come over here and ride my thigh. And I’m going to sit here and watch as you make yourself come apart. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

But as you started to spend more time with him, you discovered that he wasn’t always that quiet. When he’s around his brothers, or Danny, or other close friends and family, Jake has a wicked sense of humor that can have the whole room clutching their sides with laughter. His dry sarcasm and witty rebuttals are unmatched – even by Josh. Not only is Jake hilarious, you soon discovered, but he loves to talk if it’s about the right subjects. He’ll talk for ages about films he likes or dislikes, or he’ll go on rants about things he reads, or podcasts he listens to. And of course he’ll talk for ages about his music. His eyes light up when he’s excited about a topic, and in those moments, you can see the same animatedness and excitement that his twin has.

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From the very first moment that you met Jake, the man had been an enigma. He was quiet – content to allow others to fill the silence for him. At first, you’d mistaken his reservedness for shyness. But as you got to know him, you found that he is by no means a shy man. He’s quiet, sure. But he’s confident in himself. Confident to dress as he wishes and to like the things he does without a care in the world. From there, you had assumed that his quietness must be a result of growing up in a household with Josh. Josh loves to talk and you had figured that Jake was simply allowing him to do so. And for a time, that was that. Jake was the moon to Josh’s sun and was simply content to let others fill the silence for him.

The first time you saw Jake play on stage, you saw yet another side of him that you had never seen before. Seeing him up on that stage changed something in you. He commanded attention. From the way he threw his head back as he played to the way he muttered under his breath to his guitar, everything about the man oozed confidence and sex appeal. You’d gone into the show with a growing crush on him, but you left completely head over heels for the man. Time passes, and you only find yourself more and more in love with him as the days go on. And as much as you want more than just friendship, you figure that it’s best to keep your burgeoning feelings to yourself. Jake is a sweetheart – always showing you kindness whenever the two of you hang out. But he’s so out of your league it’s almost funny. He’s a goddamn rockstar, for goodness sake! He could get just about any woman in the world if he really wanted to and you’re fairly confident that out of all of them, you wouldn't be the top choice.

There are times when you think that maybe, just maybe, he might have feelings for you too. He’s always so attentive to you when you spend time with him – remembering little things that you tell him and always seeming to know when you’re having a bad day. And every now and again he brushes his fingertips over yours when he hands you something or his hand will ghost over your waist when he passes. But you try not to linger on those moments too much. He’s a gentleman who always makes the people around him feel at ease and you realize that it’s just the way Jake is. He’s too kind for his own good (and your own good) so you do your best to push the feelings down.

It’s nights like this night, though, that make crushing those feelings down so difficult. Tours are on a temporary hiatus and the band members are back home for some much needed R & R. And tonight, Karen had invited all of the Kiszka siblings, Danny, and several other family members and friends over for an intimate night of stories and spending time with one another. Dinner had been loud and exciting – as all meals with the Kiszkas are, and now the guests are all intermingling amongst themselves as the sun sets into night. Some are inside, polishing off the dessert and staying out of the summer heat. Others are gathered outside around the fire, sharing stories as Jake and Sam gently strum on their guitars. Naturally, you find yourself gravitating towards where Jake is. You’d just spent a good 30 minutes talking inside with Danny about whether Kurt Cobain actually wanted to kill himself or if he was just trying to get away from Courtney Love (you favor the latter), but now you’re feeling that familiar tug in your chest that always stirs whenever you’re away from Jake for too long. There’s a part of you that’s embarrassed for how attached to Jake you’ve become. You’re independent and consider yourself to be a fairly rational individual, but there’s something about Jake that makes all that fly out the window. You want – no, you need to be close to him. He’s gone so much during the year and you miss him like a limb that’s been chopped off. His absence aches with phantom pains and you figure that you deserve the reprieve of spending time with him while he’s here.

You take a seat in one of the empty lawn chairs next to him and he gives you a small, private smile, before turning back to Ronnie as she tells a story. His cheeks are flushed with alcohol and his dark, wide brimmed hat lies discarded at his feet. You tune everyone out, and instead allow yourself to watch Jake’s fingers as he plays the guitar. No matter how many times you see and hear him play, his talent never fails to make you feel all warm inside. He loves his music, and his playing reflects that love. It’s like he’s sharing a piece of himself with you all – and you’re thankful that you get to hear it like this. He’s beautiful. That’s the only word you can think of to describe the way he looks right now.

“You alright?” He asks, noticing the absent look in your eyes.

“Hm?” Your eyes snap up from his hands to his eyes. “Oh. Ya, I’m good. Just tired, is all.” You can feel your cheeks grow hot as there’s no way he didn’t see you staring at him.

“Too much alcohol, darling?” He laughingly says in his fake British accent that he’s so fond of.

“Yeah,” you laugh in relief, thankful for the easy excuse. “Drank a little too much wine, I think.”

He smiles and immediately you feel at ease again.

“Happens to the best of us.” He says wistfully, back in his normal accent. “I myself have also partaken a little too much tonight.”

“You?” You gasp dramatically, “Jacob Kiszka drinking too much? I’m shocked.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“I know. It’s not like me at all.”

You both turn your attention back to the rest of the group as Josh stands up and dramatically tells a story about something or other, though you still are entirely too aware of Jake’s presence next to you. He puts his guitar down and helps himself to another generous glass of bourbon as the night goes on. The night bleeds from too late into too early and you feel the tendrils of sleep beginning to cloud your thoughts. You stopped drinking a while ago and your buzz from earlier in the night has all but disappeared. You stare into the fire, the warmth from the flame coupled with the voices of your friends lulling you into a relaxed trance.

“Care to join me for a smoke?” Jake asks, startling you from your reverie.

“You know I don’t smoke.” You scold him lightly.

“I know.” He says, rising from his seat and extending his hand towards you. “Join me anyways?”

You nod and take his hand, allowing him to lead you around the front of the house to a more secluded area. From here, you can just barely make out the voices of the others as you round the corner out of eyesight. Jake leans back against the house and turns his face up to the sky. He looks painfully beautiful like that. You swallow and look away.

“Thought we were coming over here so you could smoke.” You say, following his line of sight up to the sky.

“Changed my mind.” He shrugged, turning to look at you. “Come next to me.”

You pin him with a confused stare but comply. You walk over and lean your own shoulder against the house, careful to leave space between the two of you.

“I’m glad you could be here tonight. I missed you while we were gone.” He’s looking back at the sky now and you take a moment to watch him. His cheeks are still flushed and his hair is pulled back in a loose bun. You don’t respond for a moment, carefully choosing your next words.

“I’m sure you missed being home with all the craziness of being on the road.” You finally say. “I’m glad you all are back. It gets boring here without you guys to cause chaos.” You laugh, looking back up to the sky.

Jake turns to you suddenly and grabs your arm.

“No, seriously,” He says, staring at you in the moonlight. “I missed you.”

You turn to look at him and he’s pinning you with that stare that makes you feel like he’s looking right through you – seeing every single thought that runs through your mind.

“I missed you too, Jake. More than you know.”

He lets go of your arm, seemingly content that the urgentness of his words were heard.

“I hate having to leave you here when we go,” he says, “I miss you so damn much.”

You turn to look at him and he does the same, his dark eyes locking with yours, You don’t really know how to respond. Hearing him say that to you makes your heart flutter in your chest. But you’re wary, too – wary of reading into his words wrong. That little spark of hope rears its head and it’s all you can do not to lean over and kiss him right then and there.

“I hate it too, Jake.” You whisper, afraid to speak into whatever it is that's just taken place between the two of you. But before you have time to process what’s happening, Jake presses his soft lips to yours. You’re so stunned that you don’t kiss him back and he pulls back wide eyed.

“I’m sorry.. I- I don’t know why I did that without asking first. I-” His eyes are filled with embarrassment and you can’t help but feel bad for him.

“It’s okay, Jake.” You interrupt him.” I just don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret in the morning.” You take a breath to try and steady your heart rate as Jake stares at you.

“So, you didn’t kiss me back because you think I’m too drunk?” He asks slowly, seemingly trying to process your words.

You sigh. It hurt before, but hearing him say it out loud made the sting all the more painful.

“Yes, Jake. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose our friendship over a drunken mistake.” There’s a small, hopeless little part of you that wants to say ‘fuck it’ and kiss him again anyway – even if he’ll regret it in the morning. Because deep down you know that this is the last chance you’ll ever get. You shove the little voice down.

“We can just act like this never happened.” You assure him.

“And what if I hadn’t been drinking before this?” He asks. “Would you have done the same?”

You purse your lips and look away. The pain of this whole situation is settling into your bones, heavy as lead.

“It doesn’t really matter, Jake.” You say honestly. “Whatever you’re feeling right now, it isn’t real.”

Jake looks at you and his eyes carry a hurt in them that you’d never seen before. You want to look away – run away even, if it meant that you wouldn’t have to see that look in his eyes again.

“I know it’s real, y/n. I may have been drinking, but it hasn’t given me feelings that weren’t already there.” He lets out a shaky breath. “The bourbon just gave me a little more courage to do something about these feelings.”

Your mind is awash with thousands upon thousands of thoughts and feelings. Hope, excitement, disbelief, fear; they all swirl through your mind so quickly you can barely catch hold of any of them. The thought that he might have feelings for you feels absurd. He’s Jake fucking Kiszka. It’s too good to be true.

“You promise me?” You beg, practically shaking with all the emotions running through your mind. “Please, Jake. I can’t take it if this is just you getting caught up in the moment.” And it’s the truth. If this isn’t real, you doubt you’ll be able to survive it.

“Answer my question first…” He says, stepping closer to you. “If I hadn’t been drinking and I kissed you, what would you do?” Jake’s eyes are shiny in the moonlight – his expression open and hopeful.

Oh, fuck it.

“I would kiss you back.”

“Oh thank fuck.” He says, before crushing his lips to yours again. This time, you don’t hesitate to reciprocate, opening your mouth and allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue. You feel dizzy with excitement and disbelief. You’re making out with the guy you thought you could never have and holy shit, it’s better than you ever dreamed it would be.

“I promise you,” he says in between kisses, “that this is real. Realer than anything I’ve ever known.”

Jake brings his palms up to cup your cheeks and you place your hands on his shoulders to draw him closer to you. The smell of bourbon and vanilla floods your nose as he presses his chest to yours. He pulls away and you let out an embarrassing whine. He stares at you – his brown eyes swirling with passion.

“Y/n,” he says quietly, “what do you want?”

You take a moment to drink in his appearance. He looks incredible with his hair pulled back. His trademark silver necklaces rest against his collarbone and his cream colored dress shirt is unbuttoned all the way down to his stomach. There’s a glisten to his skin from the summer heat and you’re struck with the sudden desire to taste its saltiness.

“I want you to touch me, Jake.” You plead.

He gives you a smirk and his eyes dance with mischief and excitement.

“Come inside. My room.” He laces his fingers with yours and the two of you slip inside, completely unnoticed by the merry crowd outside. You skirt around the kitchen where everyone else still resides and you both bound up the stairs to Jake’s old room.

Stepping into Jake’s old room feels personal. You’ve been in here before, but it still feels like you’re seeing something you’re not supposed to. The walls are covered in music posters, with artists from Cream to John Lee Hooker. The room smells like Jake – if a little faint, and several old guitars sit leaned against the wall. You stand in the middle of the room, suddenly overwhelmed.

“Y/n?” Jake asks, coming to stand beside you as he places a warm hand on your shoulder.

You look at him, taking in his beautiful features in the darkness of the room. The only light source coming from the moonlight spilling through the window.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern replacing the desire that had filled his eyes just moments before.

“Yes, of course! I just-” You trail off, unsure how to put your feelings into words.

“Y/n, I swear that I’m not that drunk. I’m a little tipsy, for sure. But I know what I want. I want you.”

“I want you too, Jake. I do. This all just,” you wave your hands in a vague motion between the two of you, “this all just doesn’t feel real. I’ve spent so long thinking this was never a possibility and now I’m just a little overwhelmed to be honest.” You look down at your feet. This is all just too much to process in such a short amount of time.

Jake walks over to his bed and takes a seat, gesturing for you to do the same. You follow, sinking down heavily beside him.

“Look at me.” He says, placing his index beneath your chin to turn your face towards him. “Why can’t you believe that I want this?” He asks, a small hint of a smile ghosting his lips.

“I just never thought that someone like you would be interested in someone… like me.” You say honestly.

Jake furrows his brows at you.

“Someone like me?” He grins and you can see the spit on his lips glisten in the dark. “Is it because I’m a rockstar? Super famous? Thousands of screaming fans all across the globe?”

You scoff and nudge your shoulder into his playfully.

“Not helpful at all. But yes, I guess so.”

You both sit in silence for a moment. Your body is thrumming with nervous energy.

“I’m not sure what I can say to convince you that I want you, y/n.” He says into the dark, eyes trained on the wall opposite the two of you. “I’ve always been drawn to you. Your smile, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things that excite you…” He turns to look at you now, his expression soft. “But this last leg of the tour, y/n…It was worse than usual. I missed you so damn much. I couldn’t ignore this any longer.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” His eyes are full of truth. You see no lie in them. “Tell me if you want to stop, y/n.”

You nod and allow him to push your back into the bed. He grips your thighs and spreads your knees apart before settling between them. You reach behind him and pull the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall freely to his shoulders. He chuckles and kisses you again, much softer now than before.

“Let me show you how real this is.” He whispers.

“Please, Jake. Whatever you want.”

That seems to be all the permission he needs as he swiftly lifts your shirt above your head before sliding your skirt down your thighs. You reach out with shaky fingers and undo the few buttons that he had bothered to fasten, and you slide his shirt down and off his shoulders. Jake attaches his lips to your neck, leaving warm kisses down your throat. You moan and paw at the belt of his pants, desperate to feel more of him against you.

“Patience, love.” He laughs as he unhooks your bra and throws it to the floor. “I want to make you cum first. We’ll get to me later.”

He dips his hand into the waistband of your panties and slides them down. You kick them off as they pool around your ankles. Jake brings a calloused finger to your pussy, swiping through the wetness gathered there.

“So wet…” he purrs, “All this for me?”

“Only for you, Jake. Only for you.”

You whine as his talented fingers begin to circle your swollen clit, just the way you had always imagined him doing when you watch him play guitar. He keeps his pace slow, teasing you and drawing out your pleasure.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this, y/n?” Jake asks as he begins to pick up his pace. His fingertips are rough, but the friction is so good you can barely think straight.

“I dream about this pussy all the time – I dream about seeing you like this, all desperate and needy, and I wake up so hard it hurts.” He sinks his middle finger into you slowly, while his thumb continues in lazy circles on your clit. He crooks his finger inside you, brushing against your walls in a way that makes you arch your back in pleasure. He smiles, and slowly inserts his ring finger into you as well, pumping in and out of you slowly.

You whine and buck your hips up to meet his hand, desperate for more. The sound of his voice, gruff with lust, is sending shocks of arousal straight to your core.

“Jake, please,” you beg, as he curls his fingers inside you, “stop teasing.”

He laughs lowly but doesn’t give you anything more.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.” Your voice is shaky and comes out in practically a whine. “Stop teasing. You already know.”

“Wanna hear you say it. Wanna hear those filthy things coming out of that pretty mouth.”

He’s unrelenting in his teasing. You’re so close, but he won’t give you that last bit that you need to finally snap the coil building in your belly.

“Please, Jake.” You moan, “Need to cum so bad. Need you to make me cum.”

He grins and you think that he’s finally going to give you what you want. But he doesn’t. Instead he sits up, pulling his fingers from you, and leans back on the headboard, leaving you laying there confused.

“Jake?” You ask as you sit up, feeling the wetness of your pussy leak down between your thighs.

“Since you want to cum so bad,” he says with a dangerous smile gracing his lips, “you’re going to come over here and ride my thigh. And I’m going to sit here and watch as you make yourself come apart. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod, breathless. You crawl your way over to him and swing one leg obediently over his thigh. You can see his cock straining in his pants and your mouth waters at the sight. Next time, you know that you want to taste it. You slowly ease your aching pussy down onto his leg and roll your hips experimentally, dragging your clit against the fabric of his pants.

“There you go, sweet girl.” Jake praises. He grips your ass with both hands, digging his fingers hard into your flesh. He’s looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You roll your hips again and start up a steady pace, the friction exactly what you needed. Jake slides one hand up to your breasts, circling and pinching at your raised nipples. His other hand stays where it is, solidly gripping your ass and keeping you grounded as you ride his thigh into oblivion. You quicken your pace as he mutters encouragement under his breath and your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, and you moan his name loudly as you ride your way through the pleasure. You slip off from him and collapse onto your back next to him.

“Jesus Christ, you look gorgeous like that.” He says as he rises from his seated position. “Such a needy, desperate little girl, aren’t you?” He says as he unbuckles his belt and slips out of his pants. He leans over you and brushes a strand of your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear – the softness of the gesture a stark contrast to his dominant words from before.

“Kiss me.” You say, not at all embarrassed by the neediness of your request.

“I’ll kiss you a thousand times if it’ll make you believe me when I say that you’re the only woman I could ever want. I want you, y/n. More than anything else in my entire life.”

“I want you too, Jake. Since I met you, I’ve wanted this. Just never thought I could have it.”

“Well, you have it.” He says, brushing his lips over yours. “You have me. And now I’m going to fuck you just to prove it even more.” He pulls his boxers down his hips, allowing his hard cock to spring free. You gulp. He’s big – bigger than anyone else you’d ever seen.

“On your hands and knees, sweet girl.” Jake says as he pumps his cock a few times. You comply and groan loudly as he sinks his length into you slowly. He bottoms out and pauses, allowing you time to adjust. The coldness of his necklaces on your back feel good against your heated skin.

“Move, Jakey. Need you to move. Now.” You say as you press your face into the pillow.

Jake grasps your hips firmly and begins a brutal pace, pistoning his hips into yours. You moan loudly as he groans into your ear.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, y/n.” His thrusts are fast and hard, rocking your entire body forward with each one. He feels so good you can hardly even think straight. All your thoughts are entirely consumed with Jake, Jake, Jake.

“Don’t stop, J. ‘m so close.” You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you start to rock your hips back to meet Jake’s thrusts. He wraps one arm around your belly, pulling you tighter to him as he picks up his pace even more. Your face is buried in his pillow, desperately trying to muffle your cries from the other occupants of the house.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” Jake asks, as he drops his hand to circle your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Jacob!” You wail as you finally cum, legs shaking as it tears through you. Your eyes are watering and your vision whites out from the sheer pleasure. Jake’s thrusts are erratic, desperate.

“Say it again, y/n. Gonna cum in your tight, little pussy.”

“Jacob- please.” You moan at the overstimulation and that’s all he needs.

“Oh fuuuuck.” He groans as he spills inside you, breathing ragged in your ear.

He pulls out of you, and you collapse to your stomach, utterly spent.

“Stay there, sweetheart.” He mutters as he rises to get a wet washcloth. He returns quickly and you roll onto your back. He cleans you up softly, careful on your abused clit and pussy. He hangs the washcloth on his nightstand and crawls into the bed next to you. Placing a kiss to your forehead, he pulls the blankets up and over the both of you.

“That was… incredible.” You sigh, exhaustion hitting you like a brick wall. You lay your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“You’re incredible.” He says quietly, voice so soft compared to before. “I meant what I said, you know?”

You glance up to look at him. He’s got that look in his chocolate brown eyes again – the one that makes you feel like he’s looking right through you.

“There isn’t anyone else that I would rather be with than you, y/n. It’s not just about sex, as incredible as that was. I want you. As much of you as you’re willing to give me.”

You press your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“I believe you. I want it all with you, Jake.”

He huffs out a small laugh and kisses you again.

“Thank fuck.”

“Mmm.” You hum in agreement, closing your eyes and nuzzling into him. “My rockstar.”

You miss the adoring smile Jake gives as you fall asleep.

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