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borathae · 9 months

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“When Jungkook’s lip ring finally healed and you can’t resist each other anymore.”

Genre: Smut, married life!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Dom!Kook to sub!Kook to Dom!Kook, tattooed & pierced!JK, he’s got his lip & nipples pierced, he ties his long hair together nfdnf, muscle & strength kink, lil bit of thigh riding, sex outside on a sun bed, messy oral (f.receiving), some biting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, she rides him to an orgasm, body hair kink aye, she smothers him with her tits, nipple sucking, lotsa drool, subby boy tears, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation, he has such a lose tongue, they are very horny & needy & just wanna fuck, cuddly aftercare, they are in love!!

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: there is no thought behind this drabble. it’s a crime that i never wrote about his lip ring until now. enjoy besties, this was created from the depths of my pussy 🧡

You are in the little greenhouse in your garden when Jungkook comes home. Your tomato plants, which you and Jungkook have carefully raised from infant seedlings to healthy six foot plants, are finally starting to flower and you are currently making sure that no bugs or other insects nibble on them. Yes, you are very protective over your tomato plants.

After reading an article about self-sustaining living, you developed an obsession with growing as much of your food as possible. You asked Hoseok for help – given how he is already a complete expert at it – and Seokjin gave you some tips as well. Jungkook called it way too time consuming at first, but soon gave in with a fond smile. He even helped you build the greenhouse and soon after, the plant growing fever took a hold of him as well.

It was when the first of your tomato seed experiments grew a little sprout. You can still remember how Jungkook called you in the middle of your shift with the great news of “babe, you won’t believe what just happened but tomato number ten just grew a sprout.” It was a truly exciting day in your marriage.

Now come early summer and all your vegetable and fruit plants are thriving, ready to be pollinated and later carry fruit.

The glass door opens and Jungkook steps inside.

“Hey there.”

You turn, placing the sheers down on your working table.

“And?” you ask him, eyeing it.

There was something else new in your relationship. It was on Jungkook’s body, his lower lip to be more exact. A small metal ring close to the right corner of his mouth. A lip piercing.

It was a well-thought-through decision of his’, one you completely support. Not only because it is his body and he can decorate it with whatever he wants, but also because you always had a gist that he would look amazing with a lip piercing. And you were correct. He looks so handsome with it. Truly, each day you fall more and more in love with this man.

The only downside came with the healing. No touching except for when he has to clean it. That is what the piercer told Jungkook. Which meant no kissing and truly, it left you feeling unbearably needy for him. Eight long and grueling weeks of not being able to kiss your husband. It sounds like torture and it truly was. Especially because you and he were so used to kissing all the time. Soft little morning pecks, sweet goodbye kisses, the relieved smooch of comfort after a long work day, sleepy kisses, desperate making out or the loving surprise kiss throughout the day. You and your husband love kissing. So to be unable to feel each other’s lips for eight long weeks felt like torture. You tried to kiss him one time, but that ended in Jungkook yelping up in pain and bleeding a little. You apologised a million times with tears in your eyes whilst he assured you that it wasn’t your fault and after that, you never tried to kiss again.

Today however, you hope that he comes bearing good news.

“And? What did he say? Has it healed?”

Jungkook steps closer, but stays silent.

“Talk to me, I can’t take the silence” you whine, shrugging off your gloves.

He takes another step.

“Come on, tell me. I wanna know”, you stress, stomping your foot. Truth was, you have been sitting on needles the entire day, wishing for his quick return. All you did today was take care of your garden and think of Jungkook’s kiss. If he doesn’t answer you soon – or take your face to kiss you stupid – you will burst. You can’t bear the longing anymore.

“Kookie, please tell me”, you plead, staring at his lips.

Jungkook breaks the last of the distance between the two of you, cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply.

Your knees buckle, a moan slips past your lips. Everything that was wrong is right again. The world finally starts turning and colour returns to your universe. You are kissing your husband! You tilt your body back as Jungkook presses himself into you, your arms hook behind his head. Holy fuck. Yes.

You grab a bundle of his long hair, twisting it to the point where Jungkook moans into your mouth. Or perhaps he is moaning because all he has been craving was your kiss. Driving home from the piercer with news of finally having healed sitting heavily on his heart was torture. All he wanted to be was to be home with you and have you in his arms. Eight weeks without your kiss and Jungkook had reached his breaking point. If he had to live without your kiss for even one second longer, he would have actually combusted.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, breathing just as heavily as you. He didn’t want to break it, but air was sparse in his lungs. Fuck, if he could live on only your kiss, he would. But alas, he has to breathe, running his hands over your face as if it was the first time he ever touches you.

“I missed you”, he whispers, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too, Kook. More, kiss me please.”

Jungkook obeys gladly, kissing you so deeply that nothing could separate the two of you. His strong arm slings around your waist, pressing you into his body. His long fingers close around you, reminding you why it is so nice to be touched by him. He does it with so much tenderness, but also with just enough strength to let you know that he was there. That you were his' and that he intends on never letting you go.

You run your hand down his torso until you can touch his waist. He shivers and pushes you until the back of your legs hit the edge of the work table. Like this, he can cage you in and keep you right there with him. Not that he needs to do anything for that. You want to be with him. This is all you crave.

You gasp for air again. Your faces are barely apart. His cock is hard. Well, not completely but still swollen enough that you can feel it poke your tummy. You grind yourself against it, feasting on the desperate whimper he lets out. You are so turned on yourself. Your desperation is soaking your panties. His kiss and loving touch does that to you.

“Fuck”, he chuckles breathily, “you’re messing with me.”

“I can feel it”, you sigh, “I’m so wet too.”

“It’s been too long.”

“Kook, just fucking take me.”

“Jump.”

You follow instantly. Jungkook catches you safely, tensing his muscles just for you. You fucking love to be in his arms and feel him tense. It gets you so fucking wet. Moaning his name, you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

The walk back to the house gets difficult, but Jungkook wouldn’t want it any other way. These few seconds without your kiss where you talked felt like torture. He needs your faces to literally melt with each other. He missed you so goddamn much.

Jungkook manages as far as the terrace and then he has to drop you. Not because you grew too heavy for him, but because he needed you so bad that it got impossible to walk. So he sets you down gently, massaging your hips. He breaks the kiss, holding your hips to grind you against him. He makes sure to lift his leg so your pussy was grinding on his thigh. You whimper because of it, looking up at him with glassy, droopy eyes.

“Koo…”

“I need you to lie down, baby”, he rasps, “I fucking can’t wait any longer.”

“The sun bed?”

“Yeah, please. If you want.”

“I want to. You?”

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about you the whole drive home ‘course I fucking want you”, he says and pushes his thigh against your pussy, making you moan, “please. Please lie down for me.”

“You’re so hot, fuck”, you say and step back. You waste no time getting naked. You would have to fumble with your clothes later either way. It’s better to get it over with now and safe yourself the trouble.

“Fuck, sweetheart”, Jungkook moans, watching you with heavy eyes. He tongues his lip ring, driving you mad with it.

You step out of your sundress and panties and finally lie down on the sun bed. You give him a sensual writhe, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“And now?” you ask him.

Jungkook takes off his shirt and shorts. He knows that he won’t be needing them anymore. His cock is completely hard, slapping against his toned stomach and leaking the prettiest droplets of excitement.

“So pretty”, you whine, “Koo, I want you.”

Jungkook takes his heavy cock and jerks it twice, “you can”, he lulls, falling to his knees in front of you. He grabs you by your ankles and tugs you to the edge even if that makes you squeak and later giggle.

“This was so much fun”, you squeal.

He chuckles, eyes glued to your glistening pussy and hands running along your inner thighs, “you’re so cute”, he says and pushes gently, nudging your legs open so he can lower himself to your pussy.

“Oh?” you squeak, tensing up, “o-oh”, you relax in a shudder, arching your back seconds later, “holy fuck.”

Jungkook growls against you, gripping your waist to give it a needy squeeze.

“I missed you”, he moans, “holy fuck, you’re heaven”, he adds and buries his face back in your leaking cunt. He doesn’t think about cleanliness right now. He is messy and sloppy and fucking dirty in the way he eats your pussy and he wouldn’t want it any other way. He can finally have you again, taste you, feel you, experience you and make you moan so fucking sweetly. Eight long weeks without your taste. Jungkook never wants to experience such agonies again. He felt like an addict denied of his favourite drug. And now he needs to be covered in you. It is all he needs.

“Slow please”, you beg with trembling thighs, “Koo, you’re too fast oh god.”

Eight long weeks without feeling his tongue. Bear in mind, you weren’t abstinent from each other. You still touched each other, made the other cum and found yourselves lost in deep rolls of your hips. It never felt truly fulfilling of course because you weren’t able to kiss, but you weren’t completely abstinent from each other. So you shouldn’t be that sensitive right now. But you are. His tongue feels like paradise. A paradise which is currently making your legs shake like there is no tomorrow.

He is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. His tongue can’t seem to stay at one place for too long as greed for more of you always keeps it busy. His lips are sucking and kissing every inch of your pussy until she feels all puffy and sensitive. You can feel his lip ring whenever he closes his lips around you. Hard, thin metal, hot from his body and your pussy and incredibly maddening to experience. There is this little grinding sensation whenever he uses his lips on you. You can’t get enough of it, reaching down to twist his hair.

You mess it up the point where it hangs into his face and gets stuck between his lips and your pussy.

“Baby”, he breaks away, “stop tugging so much, you’re messing up my hair.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so good. Don’t stop, please”, you whine, tugging him closer. More of his hair falls into his face. Jungkook chuckles and with a gentle shake of his head, shakes off your hands.

“No, please”, you beg, trying and failing to reach for him.

He leans back. You look at him with a big pout. It gets washed away instantly as you watch him use his teeth to take off the black hair tie from his wrist. He keeps it tangling between them, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. His lips glisten in your juices, his lip ring is wet from your sex. He reaches behind his own head and combs his hair back. His tattooed, sculpted arms flex and tense as he works, making you whimper because all you need is him. All of him. You need him so bad.

Once he is happy with the style, he holds up the ponytail with one hand and uses the other to get the hair tie. His arms pulsate and flex as he secures it, his chest stretches in the position, his nipple piercings practically beg for your attention.

Jungkook finally finishes the ponytail, giving you a taunting smirk. He is aware how into the little show you were.

“Kook please”, you beg, opening your legs for him.

“I’m obsessed with you”, he growls and grabs your hips. He spits on your pussy only to smother himself with you a second later and slurp up the mess he just made. He uses his entire head for the movements, changing between sucking your pussy and grinding the flat of his tongue against it.

“Kook”, you mewl, reaching for his hands. You know that you can’t hold his hair anymore. He made sure of that when he tied it back. But you still need to hold something of him. He makes you shake so much that you need to hold him for encouragement. He allows you to intertwine your fingers with him, running his thumbs over your skin in a soothing manner. It almost feels like mockery, how gently he soothes you while his mouth makes you shake so uncontrollably. A mockery you enjoy to the fullest because you get to hold Jungkook’s hands and that’s the best thing ever!

“You have no idea how much I needed this”, he rasps, letting his voice vibrate against your clit, “I want you to cum like this, baby. It’s all I need.”

“Soon”, you keen, squeezing his hands.

“Mhhm, baby”, his deep voice makes your thighs shake, “you make me the happiest man.”

And with that he disappears in your warmth again, giving your hands a squeeze and growling into your pussy.

You fall apart on his tongue mere moments later. Everything felt way too good. It is all you needed to be fulfilled.

You sob his name as you climax while Jungkook licks your clit through the fire and squeezes your hands.

Seven times you convulse and tense. Seven times you lose control over your limbs. Seven times and then his tongue feels like too much.

“Break”, you beg him and Jungkook listens.

“Good girl”, he praises, kissing your clit as a reward. You are still pulsating. Jungkook wants more, but knows not to overstep.

Instead, he kisses his way up your recovering body, sucking on your nipples when he reaches them. His big hands cup your softness, massaging you gently. It feels so good to be touched this way.

“Kook”, you mewl softly, tangling your fingers in the hair he left outside. He has so much of it that it still easily hides your hand. The softness of it soothes you like nothing else. Jungkook contrasts it by giving your left nipple a soft bite. It stings, making you keen in pleasure.

He purrs, letting your sensitive bud slip from his teeth just so he can drag his lips up to your face. His lip ring tickles wherever it touches you, leaving you to writhe and whine.

“Look at me”, he says once he is eye to eye with you.

You follow instantly, cupping his cheeks because all you needed was to hold him.

“You did so well for me”, he praises, smiling softly, “but I’m not done with you.”

You whimper, arching your back.

“You made me hard and you gotta be my good girl and take care of it. Yeah?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you wouldn’t deny me”, he says and brushes his thumb over your cheek, “can I get comfy and then you ride my cock? Mhm baby? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Koo”, you say, trembling in anticipation.

“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy this makes me”, he says and rewards you with a kiss.

You moan deeply, hooking your arms behind his head just to make sure he can’t escape. He tastes like your orgasm. Sweet and intense. You want to lick it off of him. He tastes so good. Holy fuck, you need this kiss to never stop.

Jungkook is halfway on the sun bed this way. With one foot he is standing on the ground, while he has the other pulled up on the sun bed, resting his knee between your legs and grinding you against his skin. You’ve got him all sticky and wet like this. Jungkook gets off on the feeling like an addict.

“Koo”, you whimper and wiggle away, “Koo, it hurts. Too sensitive.”

“Hurts?” he lessens the pressure, “I’m sorry, baby. How’s that?”

“Good. Doesn’t….Kook, please fuck me.”

“So needy”, he teases and smiles cockily, “fine, let’s switch places.”

Your places are swapped within seconds. The sun bed is big enough that it can house Jungkook and you comfortably. Your knees have enough space to rest beside his hips and you could even spread them wider if you wanted to. Soft cushioning gives you enough knee support as well. The black fabric has been warmed up by the sun, but it feels comfortable on your skin.

Jungkook falls back and yelps up.

“What’s wrong?” you gasp.

“Ponytail. Uncomfy. It’s poking my literal brain”, he says and sits up. You have to be honest, all you did was stare at his toned abs as he did. They were bulging and shifting like crazy. They still do, because Jungkook opens his ponytail with both hands, using his abs to keep himself lifted.

He is the sexiest man alive.

You reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his abs. The scorching sun and your body made his skin burn up. The faintest layer of sweat has collected in the valleys of his abs, now sticking to your fingertips and getting spread all over his silken skin.

Jungkook watches you with hungry eyes, lifting himself just a little bit more to make his abs bulge even harder. You gulp, grinding your pussy down on his thick thigh. You are so wet, Jungkook can feel it. Adorable, he thinks, you aren’t even aware of how much you stare.

You dance your fingers down his abs until you reach his happy trail. Jungkook has never been a hairy man. He has his healthy amount of leg and arm hair, can grow out his pits and always keeps his bush well taken care of. But other than that, he has never been one particularly hairy fellow. So his happy trail is faint and you like to call it pretty, but it’s there. Even if just a little bit, it’s there and you are currently dragging your nails through it and Jungkook feels himself shiver at the sensation. You add more fingers once you reach his pubes, burying them deep in them just so you can scratch along his skin. His cock throbs because of you, leaking desperately.

Your eyes finally flit up. They are burning in fiery hunger for him. Your fingers still play with his hair, scratching him just above his cock. He smirks cockily.

“I wanna bounce on your cock till you’re begging me to stop”, you rasp and grab the base of his cock.

His smirk drops as his lips part in a gasp. Jungkook writhes because of how harshly you hold him. The pressure goes straight to his balls, keeping them from leaking any more precum for you.

“Fuck. Sweetheart”, he moans and throws the hair tie to the side. He finally drops down, gripping your thighs to the point where his fingertips dimple your flesh. His hair spreads on the cushion messily. Strands of it fall into his face.

You lift yourself and position your pussy over his cock. You give your clit a soft spank with it, sending a jolt through Jungkook’s legs.

“Ready?”

“Uh...yeah? What a ques-”

You sink down on him in one go.

Jungkook throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.

“-fuck!”

“Mhhm Kookie baby….you’re filling me up so well”, you moan and begin bouncing on him. You don’t need to get used to him. He fits you like no other. All you need is to fuck yourself senseless on him and steal his sanity while you’re at it.

Jungkook moans loudly, his hands slip to your waist to hold it. He doesn’t guide you. He doesn’t need to because you know what you are fucking doing, but also because he has no strength in him to tell you what you should do. Once he’s on his back and got you on his cock, he is your fucking slave. If you want it fast and rough? Jungkook is happy to get wet and sensitive in your perfect cunt. If you want it slow and deep? Jungkook is more than happy to grow as big as he can and whimper your name. You want his orgasm quick? Jungkook just hopes that he can breathe between all the moaning he has to do. You want to drag it out? Fuck, he’s going to suffer but he’s not going to complain for even a second. He’s your little sexdoll and you can get yourself off as you desire.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, he chants, feeling his brain pound behind his skull.

“You’re so big Kookie baby, I can’t get enough of you”, you moan, leaning your weight on his tummy. You know that he can take it. His abs are rock hard under your palms, convulsing each time your cunt meets the base of his cock and your ass slams down on his thighs. “it’s like you’re made for me. My pussy can’t get enough of being drilled by you, baby.”

“Don’t please”, he begs, “either fuck me or talk, don’t do both”, he whines.

“Why?” you chuckle.

“Cause together is too hot”, he mewls, rolling his head to the side and squeezing your waist, “I’m getting fucked so good”, he keens with his voice pitched in utter pleasure.

“You’re adorable”, you say, sliding your hands up his torso until you can rest them next to his head. Like this your tits bounce all into his face, “open your eyes, Kook.”

Jungkook obeys and sobs your name, reaching for your tits instantly just to press them together and bury his face in them. He sucks and licks and kisses, using way too much spit for it which makes it all the more addicting. You know that once he is done, your skin will be covered in sensitive spots where he sucked for too long and your nipples will be throbbing. Just how you like it. You arch your back to smother him even further and stick out your ass. His cock curves in this position, grinding over your favourite spots inside with each movement.

“That’s it, suck my tits. You’re such a hungry little baby”, you taunt him as you wiggle your hips on him in a skilled rhythm. The kind which makes his toes curl and forces him to make the neediest little sounds into your tits, “so good baby, you’ve got the best fucking cock.”

He is stuck on your right nipple. You know that he has no control over it. You are scrambling his brain. He can’t think. Nor move. Sucking on your nipple is an instinctive, dumb reaction to getting his cock bounced on. This isn’t something he does willingly, it’s the only way he can take what you give him. And it’s starting to hurt. Jungkook sucks with such vigour that it’s getting uncomfortable.

You tug him away with a harsh grip on his hair. His spit drips all over his lower face, his eyes open. There are tears sitting on his pretty, dark lashes. His cheeks are flushed pink, his gaze just that little bit droopy.

“I have another nipple too, you know?” you say, “use your brain to think.”

His cock throbs inside you and leaks angrily. He squeezes your waist, curling his toes.

“You’re so mean”, he presses out and arches his back.

“I am? Oh baby, I’m sorry”, you coo, “you know that I don’t mean it.”

Jungkook whimpers and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. You know that he is asking for your nipple. But you are in a teasing mood.

You lean down and lick his tongue before you wrap your lips around it to suck on it to the point where he moans into your mouth and scratches up your back. The sensation leaves a slight burn behind and forces you to growl into him like a needy animal.

Jungkook swears that he is going to pass out. You are messing with him way too much. He expected anything but this. Maybe he should have expected it. He is married to the nastiest, most amazing sex goddess after all.

You release his tongue with a purr, claiming his lips next. The kiss is deep and messy. Tongues dance with each other in an unidentifiable rhythm, teeth manage to clash together every so often which results in you giggling and moaning into the other and your lips can’t seem to get enough of feeling the other’s. His cock feels a million times better now that you are kissing him. You don’t feel the need to give him ruthless bounces anymore. Just deep grinding. The kind which shifts his cock inside you and always keeps it pressed to your favourite spot. Your clit grinds against his tummy this way as well. The pressure and his warmth are enough to send a constant stream of electricity through your veins.

Air is sparse in your lungs. You gotta breathe. You break the kiss. Both of you pant for air. Just ten seconds of distance. He uses the time to hold onto your shoulders, you use the time to twist his hair. His lips call you back. You kiss him, concentrating your attention on his lip ring area. Your tongue traces the metal ring, your lips kiss and suck it and you even dare to tug on it with your teeth as carefully as possible.

“Holy fuck”, his talking forces the piercing to slip from your lips.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” you ask.

“That feels incredible”, he says.

“Mhm. Yeah?” you flick your tongue over it, “not gonna lie, kinda obsessed with it.”

“Just kiss me, mommy”, he whines and hooks his fingers behind your head.

“Did you just call me-”

“Shut up”, he interrupts you and pulls you down into the kiss. He keeps you close with his nails scratching over your scalp and his puffy lips chasing your kiss. He props his feet up on the sun bed and thrusts up into you.

You squeak, falling to your elbows this way. Your tits squish against his chest, rubbing against his nipple piercings and making him whimper. Your sweaty skins melt together. He took over, now slamming his cock into you in a deep and hasty rhythm. You convulse on top of him and break the kiss just to hide away in the crook of his neck and wail his name.

He hugs you against his chest, burying his nose in your hair.

“I love you”, he growls, “holy fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you squeak, “Kook, Kookie, Jungkookie oh god baby.”

“I fucking love this pussy”, he grips your ass and uses the leverage to move your hips on his cock, “shit, you feel so good.”

“Oh god”, you sob, “Kook, this making me cum.”

“Yeah? Good”, he spits and moans squeakily. Despite his rough fucking and harsh grip, he moans cutely. His voice is all pitched and breathy, barely wanting to come out from how messed up you got him. The contrast is making your head pound.

“Holy fuck, I’m close”, you get out, “fuck, your cock’s so good. Fuck baby, fuck.”

“Same, fucking same”, he growls, “don’t hold back, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Deeper.”

Jungkook tenses his thighs and fucks his cock as deep as he can go.

“Yes!” you wail, starting to convulse on top of him as your body prepares for the messiest high, “yes! Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it baby, take my cock. Take my fucking cock, you’re doing so good. Oh fuck, I’m gonna nut so hard”, he is rambling. He always does that when he gets too lost in you and his mind is running on nothing but you, “gonna fucking cream your sweet little pussy, god I want you so bad. Fuck baby, you drive me insane.”

“Koo, I’m cumming”, you mewl and break apart, clutching him for dear life as your veins fill with fiery ecstasy.

“Yes baby, fuck holy fuck”, Jungkook’s voice changes in pitch, he barely gets the words out, “oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock like crazy. God, I love you. My princess, keep cumming, that’s it.”

You have to be honest, you barely take in what he says. You know that he is talking and it’s making you so wet that he barely manages to stay inside, but his words don’t really stay in your brain. You are so far gone in the blissful embrace of your orgasm. He makes you feel just way too good.

“Oh god, baby I can’t hold back anymore”, he mewls and squeezes you tightly, “___!”

His hips drop and still, his cock throbs inside you and the loudest squeaks leave him. You can feel how his hot cum shoots up your pussy and how it’s leaking out of you because you’re milking him like crazy.

Still delirious from your own orgasm, you grind on him messily and without any sort of rhythm. You just want to make him feel good and be with him for as long as possible.

Your bodies naturally slow down. You know each other so well that it is your bodies’ instinct to stop once it turns from pleasurable to uncomfortable. Messy grinds turn into barely there rocks of your hips, these turn into the occasional clench of your walls until even that stops and you are resting atop his chest while both of you are panting for air.

You don’t need to talk – hell, neither of you could – as recovering with each other is already enough to comfort you.

Once those seconds turned into minutes and Jungkook’s softened cock naturally slipped out of you, you are the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

“So that just happened.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his palm up and down your back, “fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck”, you agree, “that was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible”, he says and laughs again.

You join him because it feels good to laugh with him. Especially after sex.

“So uhm”, you say, nudging his neck with your nose, “wanna talk about the M-bomb you just dropped?”

“Shut up”, he whines, “I had your tits in my face and you were so sexy, it slipped outta me.”

“No don’t apologise, it was hot as fuck. You just never said that before”, you say and giggle, “you’re cute, baby.”

“Mhhm, it’s ‘cause you messin’ wit’ me”, he lulls and hugs you tightly, “always makin’ me feel so good.”

“Yeah same. You make me feel so good too”, you say and lift your head just so you can finally look at his face. He looks as ruined as you feel. It’s the sexiest look on him, “I’m already obsessed with the lip ring.”

“Yeah same”, Jungkook says, licking over it, “now I gotta think of techniques to use it on you when I eat you out.”

“Mhhm that sounds like fun”, you say, tracing it with your finger, “I can’t wait to explore it with you.”

He smiles, scrunching his nose up. He is so happy when he’s with you. You feel the same. He’s the best thing in your life.

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thebearer · 9 months

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I have a violent mental image of coming home from a girls night after ~a few too many bevvies~ seeing ur hot ass man waiting at home and being like ive literally been wanting to fuck u all night and carmy is like uhh baby youre drunk, we absolutely arent doing that rn, can i offer you a snack perhaps and him dealing w his drunk and now emo girl abt how he wont touch u so he clearly doesnt think ur attractive😭

Carmen had a love hate relationship with your girl's night.

Not in the asshole-jagoff protective "I don't trust my girl" fragile masculinity way, but more so in the- and Carmen meant this in the nicest way, he did- that you were a mess when you were drunk.

He'd offered to pick you up, waiting on the curb outside the restaurant while you hugged and waved your friends goodbye before stumbling over to his car.

"Your Uber's here." Carmen grinned, leaning over to push the door open for you.

"Oh, he's a hot Uber driver, too." You grin, plopping into the seat. "Five stars already." You rasp, your lips hovering over his for a sloppy, sweet kiss.

Carmen's blushing, tasting the wine you drank on your tongue. He can feel the flush in your cheeks, the way your hand threads through the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and closer to you. You'd been drinking wine, so that meant Carmen was in for a night.

The whole ride home, you were handsy. Carmen nearly crashed the car when you palmed his dick unexpectedly through his jeans, grabbing his groin with a tiny smile.

"C'mon," Carmen's breath hitched, gripping the steering wheel hard. "Let go of me, Angel."

"Don't be mean t'me tonight, Carmy, I missed you." You whined, lip jutting dramatically, head falling against the headrest.

"'m not being mean." Carmen looked over at you pointedly, already seeing your lids droop, the small puffs of air passing out of your lips.

"You are." You grumbled, eyes still closed.

Carmen snorted lightly, but let you rest, slumped against the head rest while he fought his way through Chicago traffic and back to the apartment.

There, you'd seemed to gotten revamped even in your sleepy state. Carmen was helping you out of your clothes, you sprawled out on the bed, letting him shimmy your top off when you wrapped your legs around his hips, locking at the ankles and pushing on his back so he was flush against you.

Carmen grunted, hands bracing by your head to stop him while you laughed wildly. "Hey, Carmy." You smiled, glassy eyes dazzling up at him, bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

"What're you doin'?" Carmen couldn't help but laugh, small and breathy, but you were nothing if not persistent. A woman who knew what she wanted, and Carmen respected that.

"Carmy, I told you." You whined, hands wrapping around his neck. "I missed you tonight." Carmen just laughed. You pouted, head swimming while the room spun around you. "I wanna have sex, Carm."

Carmen snorted at your bluntness, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, trailing light kisses up your arm so you'd release your grip on him. "How about in the morning? When you're feelin'... better." Better was the last thing you'd be in the morning, Carmen knew that, which is why he set out the Advil already.

"You're no fun, Carm." You pouted dramatically, flopping over on your side, still naked from his failed attempts to put clothes on you.

"Baby, please, let me put your sleep clothes on-"

"-No, it's...it's fine, Carm. I'm hot anyways." You mutter, eyes drooping shut already, snuggled into the soft pillows.

Carmen rolled his eyes, wrestling you under the covers before slipping beside you. He had to turn the other way, away so his back was to yours, hoping and willing his erection to die down so he could sleep. He couldn't help how flustered he got, knowing you were naked next to him, hearing you beg to fuck him. And he would, he would fuck you in the morning, when you were sober and a little hungover, clinging to him and claiming his dick was the best hangover remedy there ever was. But for now, he was just happy you were home here, next to him and asleep.

#thebearer #carmen berzatto #bearblahs #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fic #carmy berzatto #carmy smut #carmen berzatto x female!reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear fx

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sminiac · 3 months

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hi it's me again 😜😜 since you've seen the bnd insanity on my blog i was curious abt yours,, what are some random hcs u have for them (could be any of them or all of them,, whatever u wanna share im listening 👂🏾)

(also ur name is so pretty <3)

- lunicho

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

Note — My beloved bunny!!!! Thank you sm, literally making me smile so much, I’m sorry this took a little longer than expected, I wanted to catch up on content since it’s been a while and wanted a refresh on the boys :,) BUT THIS ONES FOR YOU !!!!

⋆ P. Sungho

He’s such a service dom to me, but he isn’t completely nasty, though if you requested it he could switch up quite easily and become a little rougher with you, a little more mean with his mouth. Literally whatever makes you feel good, whatever has you cumming around his dick quicker he’s more than down. I also think he’d have a thing for fucking you in unconventional places, situations- holding you up, keeping you steady as he whispers praises to you for being so compliant with him that are so quiet it doesn’t even catch at the surrounding air. He likes putting in the work to keep your pleasure flowing, the atmosphere alive, undisturbed. His kisses are messy, even when it’s just a quick goodbye he still manages to slip his tongue into your mouth and he isn’t satisfied until at least your hair or his clothes are left in a disheveled state, sometimes he can’t help but slip his fingers under the waistband of your bottoms, his two fingers curling into your cunt and sinking smoothly inside of you, only giving you a few pumps before he’s tearing himself away and hurrying out the door. (I’m unwell.)

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ L. Riwoo

Can I just say that Blonde Riwoo reminded me so much of Blonde Mingi :b ANYWAYS, GIRL. HIS NOSE???? Goes out of his way to purposely drag the tip of it against your clit when he’s eating you out, keeps his eyes open and focussed on you almost the whole time too, makes sure you see the way his tongue drags up in tandem. I can only THINK of him having an oral fixation, loves your tongue, loves sticking his fingers in your mouth and keeping them there when you’re riding him, but also when your fingers are in his mouth, prodding the back of his throat when you’re fucking him dumb, gets really messy because he’s so far gone. Lots and lots of eye contact!! wants to see every nuance of your expressions in the ways he pleasures you, gets hard in public a little too quickly when you make a sudden sound or face when you’re eating something good because it reminds him of the same characteristics you have in bed.

⋆ M. Jaehyun

I literally wrote something similar to this but very halfassed, saved it as a draft and then deleted it but… Jaehyun’s the type to have an older s/o, like he just needs to be taken care of it makes me unwell. Whether it’s minor domestic acts of service or sex, he just wants you, needs you. Always has his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest, face buried in your neck. I’M SICK. The type to prefer your natural scent over perfume because it’s something that keeps him grounded when it becomes hard to speak, his nerves jumping up his throat before a performance, sweet thing just wants to be held. The same with when he’s asking of you to help release some of his stress in a more… intimate way. Wants to be sat cozy between your legs while you play with his cock, wants to be called pretty, told that you have faith in him to make the best of his time on stage. Whimpers “Love you- I love you so much.” repeatedly when he’s close because he’s just so full of your love that it spills out from between his pretty lips without the mental effort.

⋆ H. Taesan

I know that quite a lot of people perceive Taesan as a dom leaning person, but I think he’d love- like love to be at your will, knowingly plays himself into the palm of your hand because he finds himself frequently craving the feeling of overstimulation paired with your sweet, encouraging words that drives him to tears. And not just the few clumps of squeezed out tears kind, but to the point where you have him a full on sobbing wreck. Loves when you ride him because the sweet boy doesn’t have to do a thing except lay there and remain open for you to use, likes when you make him say humiliating things, when you roughly grab at his jaw when he denies you with a bashful shake of his head, cheeks red and hot. Likes starting things in public because he’s never the one to finish it, changing rooms are a bad idea when the two of you are out shopping together, because he becomes a little too touchy when you’re trying stuff on and then has to be shut up with his head stuffed between your thighs. I’d love to say pillow princess vibes, but he’d be wayyyy too desperate for you to hold himself back.

⋆ K. Leehan

I feel like with Leehan dirty talk is something that’s kept to a minimum, like you have to beg for him to talk to you whilst he’s got his fingers teasing you, waiting to hear more, hanging at his every word. The horrible, gut wrenching thing about it though is that he’s so good with his words. I’ve noticed that his voice has a lot of bass to it compared to the other members, like if you put your hand to his chest you’d feel the vibrations of it rattling through his bones, he knows how bad you crave to hear him, that’s why there’s always a little smile on his face when your voice starts becoming airy from the impatience wearing you thin, purposely shifting around under him to show how bad you need it to get off. Hearing him lip nasty words into your ear is the equivalent of his thumb reaching up to run circles into your clit while his two fingers pump expertly into your cunt at a pace that has you struggling to keep your eyes open, he knows it, but he won’t so easily give in because the way you paw at him, say his name, the sight of you, your body, your face, all of it makes him so incredibly hard.

#bndbysai #lunicho <3 #boynextdoor smut #bnd #bnd x reader #bnd imagines #bnd smut #bnd hard hours #bnd sungho #bnd riwoo #bnd jaehyun #bnd taesan #bnd leehan #park Sungho #lee sanghyeok #myung jaehyun #han dongmin #kim donghyun

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h3yl4dies · 1 month

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❀ '𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞!?'

Pairing : Student!Haitani Rindou x Class President!Fem!reader

Admin note : thank you for 90 followers<3 we are so close to a hundred omg!! BTW this is school AU! SO ENJOYYY!!

Type : Scenario & fluff

Warnings ⚠ : a few swear words and there will be a few kissing scenes

Summary : You and your friends were playing truth or dare, you choosened dare and they gave you an dare to kiss Rindou Haitani but Rindou Haitani actually had a secret crush on you.

"I choose dare." You spat randomly before they asked you to choose truth or dare, your friend's eyes widened a bit as they both looked at each other, exchanging shocking glares to each other.

"You sure y/n? You don't wanna.. You know.. Change your choice or your mind?" One of your friends said as they laughed at you, your face was serious, you knew they would give you a weird ass shitty dare to do.

But you were ready to face it all, you were gonna accept the fact about it. "Alright then.. I dare you to kiss Rindou Haitani" one of your friend group leader spat out as you flinched slightly at their request of their dare.

"What the fuck? Are you kidding me right now?- I mean.. I know your gonna give me some kind of shitty dare but not this kind of shitty one.." You said as their expressions doesn't seem to change their mind.

"Go on, Y/n. Go towards him and kiss him or are you just shy?" One of your friends teased as you blushed slightly, not knowing Rindou Haitani actually has a crush on you.

You have NO choice but to accept his stupid dare and get it all done, you stand from your table as you pushed your chair in quietly. You turned your head to stare at Rindou. Unsure of this new feeling your getting.

You went towards him, as soon as you came I front of his sight, he noticed you. "Why are you staring at me like that-" before he could finish his sentence, you pulled his collar and pulled him. Laying your soft lips into his.

You thought he was going to push you or hurt you in self defense but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed your waist with both of his hands and pulled you into him, deepening the kiss as your friends snicker and watch.

After a while of the heated kiss, you both pulled out slightly. A string of saliva connecting each other's tongue. You both held a awkward eye contact. "So are you going to tell me what is this all about?" He said as you looked away from him.

He grabbed your chin and swifted it in front of his eyes, forcing you to look at him. "It was a dare dummy" you said as you narrowed your eye contact with him. He rolled his eyes annoyingly as he grinned a bit.

After school, your friends didn't stopped teasing you about the stupid dare they gave you and how you both kissed.. A bit too heatingly. "Gosh can you guys shut up? It's not my fault you guys gave me this kind of dare!" You said, but they didn't respond, they just kept laughing at you.

You still wanted to say more. "Like omg.. Why would you guys give me this kind of stupid dare?!" You said as one of your friends replied "cmon.. Don't be too mad, you should be lucky your kissing him! I mean look how good he is??" They said as you turned your head away. They weren't wrong. He looked good.

You went back to your home, waving your hands to say goodbye to your friends. You showered, ate and passed out on your bed. It wasn't too long until you felt like a stone had hit your bedroom window, your eyes snapped opened. Is a robber trying to break in?

You quickly gotten up from your bed and looked straight out of your window. It was Rindou again. Your eyes was too blurry as you roughly slide up your window. "What the hell are you doing in front of my house outside at night?! I need sleep for school you know?!" You angrily shouted out.

"Just come outside and have a late night ride with me" he said as he patted his motorcycle with his slim hands. "Jeez why would you think I would follow you? Are you gonna kidnap me?" You said as he laughed quietly.

"Just come out, and don't worry about your sleep, I will drop you early back. " he said as he smiled gently. You decided to accept him and go out with him, you both stopped by a beautiful sea.

"The moon looks so pretty, isn't it?" He said as he held your hand. You didn't knew what is this new lovely dovely feeling your getting from him. "Yeah, I guess so." You both sat down at the rocks. Admiring the beautiful moon at night.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani x you #rindou x reader #rindou x you #tokyo revengers rindou Haitani #scenarios #this is so cute omg #this has been stuck in my head for a while now

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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wanna have steven sit on my face,, afab, amab, idc just wanna make him cry from pleasure🥰🥰

Oh hell fucking yea

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Oh you loved Steven so much. You lovely, sweet, kind and caring boyfriend. Maybe a bit too kind.

You decided that you wanted to enjoy a few drinks with you boyfriend out on a bar that night. You were waiting for him to dress up and fuck was it worth the wait. He was wearing a pair of new trousers that were tight on his ass and a tight t-shirt that made his pecs stand out. Fuck he looked so sexy.

“So? Do I look good?” he asked looking away, trying to avoid eye contact. “Fuck… Baby you look amazing” you said getting up and walking towards him. You hugged him from behind and kissed his neck a few times before going to get your keys and wallet. “Let’s go shall we?” you said grabbing yours and his jacket while smiling to him.

You were currently sitting on one of the stools on the bar, your smile long gone. Your eyes were directed at your boyfriend talking with another woman. And she was getting a bit too handsy with him. It was clear she was into him; laughing at his every joke, leaning towards him as they talked and getting too in his face. But your clueless boyfriend couldn’t notice any of this. He was just excited that he could ramble about his interest to a new person.

The last straw was her touch on his arm lingering dangerously long. You slammed your glass down and quickly handed the barista the money and a tip. You walked up to your boyfriend and gripped him by the arm, catching both of their attention. “Sorry miss. Something came up and we have to go. Now.” you said the last part looking at Steven before dragging him away, not giving him a chance to say goodbye.

You now were on your shared bed lying down with Steven’s cunt on your face. “O-Oh FuCKK-!” Steven screamed, his grip on your hair tightened. Oh did it feel good having him on your tongue. Knowing that you were the only one who could do this. “S’too m-mUCh! P-leaseee~”. His eyes were rolling back with his thighs trembling in your grasp signaling that he’s close. Just as he was about to cum you lifted him off of your face and sat him on your torso. He whined looking at you with confused eyes. His thighs were still trembling in your hands. You brought your hand to his clit, taking it between your two fingers making him whine loudly. “You know this is all mine right baby? You know that no one else can make your feel this good right?” you said looking at him sternly. He nodded while avoiding eye contact. You gripped his chin with your free hand making him look at you with drowsy, tear filled eyes. “Use your words darling.. I wanna hear your pretty voice~” you said, your grip on his chin loosening while you started rubbing his clit between two fingers. “Y-Yes sssir-! On-ly you sir-!” he said in a desperate voice. You cooed at him, gripping his waist again as you sat him on your face. He let out a pleased whine as you started fucking him with your tongue. He loved the feeling of your wet tongue against his walls. Your thumb started to rub his clit again making him moan louder and louder. Oh you loved the way he sounded against you. It only took him a few minutes as his whole body started quivering again. His grip on your hair was tighter than ever, trying to ground himself. He was desperately grinding on your face as your thrusts got faster. “I-I’m cuMming FuCK- I’m-“ he let out a loud gasp as he came all over your face. You let him grind on your face while riding out his high, waiting patiently for him to stop. When he got over his high you gently lifted him off your face as you got up. You laid him on your shared bed and wiped your face before landing a kiss on his cheek. You went to wash your face and got a warm wet towel to gently clean Steven’s sensitive body. He was watching you clean his body with the same drowsy eyes from before, letting out quiet whines and gasps when you got to his sensitive parts. You threw the towel somewhere on the floor when you finished wiping him up and crawled next to him. You landed a kiss to his puffed up lips before laying him on your chest and pulling the blanket on both of you. You gently started playing with his hair and massaging his scalp as you praised him. His eyelids got heavier and heavier before closing completely. “I love you..” you whispered in his ear just before he fell asleep.

#top male reader #dom male reader #dom gn reader #top gn reader #male reader #dom!reader #moon knight #sub moon knight #sub steven grant #ftm steven grant #ftm steven grant x male reader #sub steven grant x male reader #sub steven grant x reader #fluff #smut

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hamsterclaw · 8 months

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hookup

Your big dumb goon's changed his hair again. Part of the Freak on a bike AU - read the rest here.

Pairing: RM x afab reader

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, big dick Joon

You have another job at the weekends, the bar girl at some swanky new club uptown.

There’s no uniform apart from skin and black satin, a bow tie if the table’s especially corny.

You’re pretty good at keeping your flammable clothes from setting alight, especially with all the cheap sparklers you bring out for the big spenders.

You step out for a breather after you’ve served your latest table, your lungs grateful for the respite from musk and sandalwood cologne, Lynx body spray.

There’s a commotion by the back door you’ve just stepped out of, you watch, amused, as two of the bouncers escort some nouveau-riche city asshole out.

Wait.

You’d know the back of that neck anywhere.

Your big dumb goon’s had a haircut since you last saw him, close-cropped to his head so you can see exactly how his hair grows out of his scalp, no extra length to weigh it down.

He looks like the fat boys you went to school with, you think you like it.

He turns, spots you braced against the wall opposite.

‘Nice suit,’ he says, smiling all over his big dumb face, easing you out of your reflex snarl so easily it’s ridiculous.

‘Nice hair,’ you say, eyeing him the way he’s eyeing you.

He runs a hand over it, leans down like he’s inviting you to touch.

You pat him on the head. His hair is softer than it looks. You try to get enough of it in your fingers to pull but you can’t.

He’s all dimples and round head, and you’re endeared.

He’s still looking at you, more than a hint of hope in his eyes, the horny motherfucker.

‘You’re too cute to fuck now,’ you say, turning up your nose at him to head back inside.

He just laughs as he follows you back in, when the hell did this dumb goon become so cocky?

***

You usually get changed after work, who the hell wants to be walking around the nightclub district at 3am in a satin choker and stripper heels, but you’ve been thinking about him all night.

His stupid new haircut and how you want it between your legs.

You wander casually round the front to say goodbye to Yugyeom the bartender, look around.

Your big dumb goon doesn’t let you down.

His hands are shoved in the pockets of his suit pants, head hung so you don’t have to look up so much to see him.

‘Wanna ride?’ he asks, tongue in his literal cheek, making his dimple pop.

‘Yeah.’

You want to ride everything about him.

***

His car’s parked three streets over next to the underpass where you first met.

‘Where’s your bike?’ you ask, a tease in your voice.

‘I got my license, remember?’

He slides into the driver seat, reaches over to open your door, his pants stretched over his thighs, tight.

He catches you looking, you weren’t trying to hide it anyway.

‘You can ride,’ he says, manspreading a bit, now who’s the tease.

‘You got bigger,’ you say.

‘I’ll make it fit,’ he assures you.

You can’t see his face clearly in the dark, but you can hear him snicker, low.

Then he starts the car, gets going.

***

He parks up outside your block, turns to you.

Looks hard at how you’ve unbuttoned the top two buttons of your satiny waistcoat.

‘Eyes up here,’ you murmur.

He smirks a little, this big dumb guy, and his gaze drops even more, centering on the flash of pale pink panties between your legs.

‘I got a roommate,’ you tell him.

He takes that in his stride.

‘I got a backseat,’ he offers.

You roll your eyes. ‘Kiss me.’

He likes kissing, he’s big and clumsy but so fucking endearing. He kisses you like he’s sneaking kisses at prom, hungry and like he wants to put a corsage on you or some shit.

You part your lips, let him slip you his tongue because you know he likes it sloppy and wet.

When you pull away he’s breathing hard.

You both look down at your hand touching him over his pants.

‘I missed you,’ he says, a declaration, heartfelt, sweet.

Your own heart skips.

‘That you or your dick talking, pretty boy?’ you ask.

You don’t give him a chance to answer, unzip your skirt so you can climb into his lap.

He’s getting his pants down, he’s not that dumb, not when it comes to this.

He’s as big as you remember, maybe even bigger, the way he’s holding himself up.

You start to lower yourself down on his fat cock, hissing a little at the sting, when movement outside his window distracts you.

Shit it’s not that the outside is moving, it’s that the goddamn car is moving.

‘The brakes, fuck,’ you moan, mad with frustration and that he’s still only halfway in.

He yanks up the handbrake, bucks his hips up into you so hard your head hits the roof of the car.

You don’t feel it, don’t feel anything but his cock splitting you open all the way.

Shit, he feels good.

He reaches into your top, scoops your breast out and sucks at your tit.

You know he’s trying to distract you from being mad at him for not parking the car properly.

You know it’s working.

He’s panting now, flushed and pretty, skin gleaming as he helps you ride him.

‘Can’t hold it,’ he warns, words muffled by your tits right in his face.

‘Let me have it, baby,’ you soothe, because you know he’s going to make you come, he’s always been good at it.

He grunts, fucks harder, makes you squeal on his cock and squirt all over him.

Fuck.

Fuck!

You can feel him tense and hard inside, feel the groan in his chest as he spills, face buried between your tits.

You put your hand on his head, stroke his almost buzz cut, silky and soft, until he stops groaning your name.

***

You realise in his haste to get to your tits he’d pulled off three buttons on your three button waistcoat, the big goon.

He shucks his shirt to give you willingly enough, and for some dumb reason hands you his sunglasses too even though it’s 4am and dark as fuck.

You slip them on anyway.

‘I’m working tonight, want me to pick you up?’ he offers.

With the sunglasses on you can look at him as much as you like without him getting the wrong fucking idea.

That you care about him or some shit.

‘Sure,’ you say, nonchalant.

He smiles so brightly it’s like he’s just won the lottery and your heart feels like it’s free falling.

You turn away deliberately, open the door to let yourself out.

‘Hey,’ you say.

His dimples should be illegal, a big goon like him’s got no business being so goddamn cute.

What’s he so goddamn cute for?

‘I missed you too,’ you tell him. You try to sound sour but it comes out sweet, kind of like his smile.

#bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon imagine #bts rm #freak on a bike

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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This is gonna end up weird, long, and oddly smutty.

Have you ever watched the live action Cinderella? You know that scene in the garden swing where the Prince is slipping on the glass slipper on Cinderella's foot? That scene oddly read as raunchy to me. I was half expecting him to slip under her skirts and eat her out reverently.

Anyways, DREAMLING Cinderella AU where Hob sneaks into the ball with the help of his fairy godmother, Jo, who tells him to quit moping and ship up. "Chin up and tits out, Gadling. Just be back by midnight."

Of course he catches the attention of the dashing goth Prince Dream and he whisks away Hob to the secret garden in the palace.

One thing leads to another, and Dream does end up slipping under Hob's skirts and eating him out reverently right on the swing. Like a hot summer peach soaked in honey. With Hob clutching at Dream's hair as Dream's tongue does the most unspeakable things.

When the clock strikes 12, Hob's pretty dress is already rags because Dream ripped them off and turned them into pretty tatters.

Hob almost doesn't hear the clock chimes since he's too busy riding Dream. Fucking himself on the best cock he's ever had til he could swear he can feel Dream up his throat.

But Hob does hear immediately climbs off and makes a mad dash for the clothes on grass while Dream is bewildered, confused, and wondering if this is a weird sex game Hob is into. Then Hob makes a mad dash for it, laughing maniacally as he says his goodbyes while trying to wiggle his way into Dream's trousers.

Mervyn then sees Dream, naked as a jaybird, run after some dude while said dude is laughing like a nut. "Ran like a fucking idiot, Loosh. You should have seen it."

Of course, said idiot becomes prince consort after Dream searching for him for months.

Sorry for the long type. I needed to get it out of my system.

Oh this is very VERY hot. I always wanna talk about Hob in a dress.

Does Dream go looking for Hob in the traditional "glass slipper" way? Or does he go through the kingdom, searching for a man whose pretty hole fits perfectly around his cock like no other? Or is Dream just like,,, not faceblind so he actually recognises Hob when he sees him again, even though he's just a lowly stablehand instead of a beautiful man in a beautiful dress.

Either way, Dream whisks Hob right off to the palace, and takes him straight to the royal dressmaker to have him fitted for a beautiful new gown to celebrate their engagement. Its even more beautiful than the one that Dream ripped off him that night at the ball! Dream lasts approximately half an hour before he ducks under Hob’s skirts all over again, and reacquaints himself with that beautiful body.

They celebrate the night of their marriage with another gorgeous celebratory ball. And if anyone happens to see the prince and his comsort streaking through the palace gardens, laughing like idiots, well its basically a tradition now right? It definitely is a weird sex game now. But Hob looks so pretty in all his new dresses, no one can blame Dream for chasing him <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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dipperdc · 10 months

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Kiss Me, Baby Please

Vil x FEM! Reader

Synopsis: Vils perfect. In looks, school, and in bed. You wanna know what he's like in a relationship, will he show you?

toxic(?) Vil, smut, blowjob, fingering, brat reader, fluff at the end

God, he looks perfect. He always does. You can't help but stare a little. Stare at how his face stays perfectly neutral. His hair falls perfectly, framing his face. His body moves so elegantly when he walks it's bordering on enchanting.

And those lips, those lips that left smudged lipstick all over your face and neck. Those hands that were roaming your body just last night. And now he refuses to touch you. It's not like you guys were official. Just fuck buddies who were also friends outside the bedroom. But fuck did you want to be called his partner so bad. Wanted him to wrap his arm around your waist when walking to class. Kiss your cheek goodbye. Slam you against his bed and rail you. I guess he already does that last part. But you want people to know he's yours, and your his. That you get to fuck this perfect man and they don't.

But alas Vil has a reputation to keep up, and he might not even like you that way. But he does find you sexually attractive and that you can use to your advantage. Just to tease him a little.

So you wait until now, in the middle of class. The teacher had left you all with instructions to do the work yourself. Bored out of your mind, you notice Vil. Sitting and looking pretty as usual. deciding how you wanna fuck with him, you settle for the most basic, overused move to start.

you let your pencil roll off your desk and Infront of Vils. walking Infront you bend over, letting him get a clear view of your ass. you hear him clear his throat behind you. you turn to see him looking around in case anyone else saw you. his cheeks flush a slight pink and he glares at you.

"Don't look so mad Vil, your gonna get wrinkles." you cheerfully smiled at him. turning to walk back to your desk, he grabs your arm.

"That was heavily inappropriate and unrefined to do that in an educational environment. have you no shame?" he whispered in a harsh tone, still glaring at you. you glare back at him and yank your arm out of his grasp.

"It's heavily inappropriate and unrefined to fuck one of your peers in each other's dorms," you stated sticking your tongue out at him, "plus you didn't seem to have any shame, burying your face in this pus-" he cuts you off with putting his hand to your mouth. you smirk at his shocked face.

"what are you getting at? do you wanna be punished later?" he says moving his hand away from your mouth.

"Oh, punished? you gonna punish me Vil? let everyone know Im slutting out one of the schools most poised dormleaders?" You whispered. enjoying the sight of his increasing annoyance. "Show everybody how I ride that dick and make your knees weak"

"Well since you seem to be putting your mouth to good use now, let's see if you can keep up later" he's still glaring at you with such a menacing stare. intimidation and grace practically oozing off him, with a hint of sadism.

but I mean hey, you know he's not actually gonna hurt you and you get dicked down later. A win is a win. and luckily this was the last class of the day.

As quickly as you got back to your seat, you were already up again, and being dragged by Vil. He was dragging you all the way to his dorm room. Shutting down any remarks you tried to make on the way, he seemed pissed. once at his dorm he semi threw you on the bed and locked the door behind him.

"you just had to give me a hard time today, huh? tell me why is it that today you decide to lack any decency?" He crosses his arms and stares you down.

"I ain't the only one you should talk to for lack of decency. wanna talk about you? oh so great celebrity fucks his classmate then acts ignorant after?" you shout at him, letting your frustration show. he seems surprised but amused that your anger is directed towards him.

"oh really? i'm sure you'd rather be doing the dirty stuff than talking about it," his voice gets dangerously low. your eyes widen. "get on your knees for me, yeah? You wanted this then fine" he unbuckles his belt with one hand.

You get off the bed and onto your knees. The frustration washing away and the thought of what he'd do to you. You unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. Pulling off his pants, you kiss at his bulge through his boxers. He groans a bit at the feeling, biting his lip to keep his noises in. You take off his boxers and let his dick spring out. You grab the base of his dick and leave kisses and small licks down the shaft. You gently kiss the tip before putting the it in your mouth and sucking. He lets out a shuttered breath and shivers a bit.

"You can take more than that, yeah? the way you've been running your mouth I'm sure you can" he places his hand in the back of your head. "you remember tap twice to stop?" you nod and he pushes your head down on his cock. You moan around him and he grunts. Feeling him hitting the back of your throat all you can do is hold back a gag and keep sucking. "Yeah, yeah, just like that, god your such a slut. Making a drooling mess all over my cock" he breathily whispers and grunts.

At this point his hips are thrusting into your mouth and his hand is holding you steady. You can feel him twitch on your tongue. You take him deep and swallow. You feel his body cave slightly, his legs twitch, and your mouth fills with his cum. You pull off his dick and let some of his cum dribble down your lips while swallowing the rest.

He lets his hand reach down and his thumb swipes the excess before putting it back in your mouth. You suck in his thumb a little before he takes it out and smears your spit on your cheek. "Up" is all he says and you rise off your knees. He backs you up to the bed and you let yourself fall into it. He climbs on top of you and stares into your eyes "Your so pretty, my dear," he kisses you gently. Something about the way he kisses you feels so sweet yet to passionate. Your almost fooled into believing he cares for you. He starts kissing down your jaw to your neck. Leaving his lipstick marks in his wake, he unbuttons your school shirt. He leaves kisses down your chest while his hands grab at your chest through your bra. He taps your side and you get the hint to lift yourself a bit. His hand reaches behind to unclip your bra and slide your button down off your shoulders.

You can't help the little sounds that leave your mouth and he keeps touching you. your mind feels foggy and hazed. he keeps kissing your chest while his hand trails down your stomach. "your skin is so soft," he says between kisses, "you must be keeping up with the skincare I gave you". His hands reach the waistband of your skirt and you lift your hips so he can pull them off.

He doesn't even bother looking down to see the wet spot on your panties. He can easily feel it with his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. "your so wet, have you been like this since class?"

the feeling of his hands on you feels hot. The way his beautiful, violet eyes stare at you leaves you speechless. you mind is so hyper focused on his touch, it all feels overwhelming. suddenly he spanks your pussy. not harshly but enough to make you jolt. "answer me, darling. I asked you a question"

"ye-yes, yes. I wanted you to touch me..." you said, barely audible but he heard you. Your eyes look away from him, the shame is so much to actually look him in the eye.

"oh don't be shy now, what happened to that bratty attitude earlier?" his hand rubs at you through your panties. his fingers seem to know the right spots after fucking you for a while now. "don't tell me now all your self respect is back" he leans up to your face. making you look him in the eye while he's still touch you.

"Mm, I still hah~ have self respect" you mumble.

"you remember the safe word right?" he asks. you nod and he continues. he moves your panties out if the way and rubs up and down your slit. he taps at your clit and you gasp a little. "that's so nice isn't it?" he strokes up and down faster, you feel your walls tighten up around nothing. "your so, so pretty, my love"

God, all these let names give you mixed signals. does he love you or not? why call you all these pet names? those thoughts flood away with the feeling of your orgasm approaching. you feel your eyes rolling back and you back arching. you grip at the sheets and you legs twitch, so close to bliss. but he stops everything right as your about to release. you whine and glare at him.

"Do you really think I'd let everything you did today go? Brats don't deserve to cum, no matter how pretty" he says as he rubs your thigh.

"take your own advise" you snap.

"Excuse me?" he shoves both his fingers inside you, and he curls them to your spot. You feel your eyes roll back and your jaw open wide. "Really, and I was thinking of going a little easier on you"

"Mm-m, I'm sorry" you gasp out. The sudden pleasure clouding all your senses. He moves his fingers inside of you, massaging that special spot. You were losing your shit. Unable to think of anything but his fingers.

"What was that?" You both knew full well that he heard you. Well maybe you didn't, already drunk on pleasure.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You babble out. You couldn't think straight. His fingers just wouldn't let up inside you. You could feel yourself clenching on his fingers. You body shaking and so, so close to cumming.

At the feeling of you tightening around his fingers he pulled out. You whined again, your legs thrashing around.

"Calm down now, we still have the rest of the day to go" he rubs your thighs again to calm you down. After some time he goes back to fingering you. Cooing at all you reactions and all your cries when he denies your orgasms. You eyes are filled with tears, and your body is shaking. It almost hurts but it hurts so good. You want more. So much more. You just wanna cum.

"you ready for my cock now? You think you deserve it?" He asks, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yes! Yes! Please! Fuck me, I wanna cum!"

He aligns his dick with your hole, "alright then," he slowly pushes himself in with ease. "God, fuck" he groans. Pausing a bit to compose himself and give you time to adjust.

Your mind just went numb with the way he filled you up. Feeling so stuffed in the best way possible. Tears start running down your face at the overwhelming sensation. He asks if you okay before he starts moving. Starting slow but gradually speeding up. You can't help but moan. Totally unaware of anything but his cock drilling into you. You could feel every vein. His tip just repeatedly slammed into your g spot.

Vil kisses you and all over your neck again. He's groaning and moaning slightly. He feels so good he doesn't want to ever stop. Your arms are wrapped around him, careful not to leave scratches on his skin. Your screaming his name.

"Your so good so me, yeah. Such a pretty little slut, all for me. Your all mine yeah?" He starts mindlessly rambling. It's obvious he's getting close but so are you.

His thrusts get sloppy and his eyes are starting roll slightly. Your hips can't help but push back into him. Your back arching and hands gripping the sheets for dear life. The both of you are reaching your peaks. Vil leans down to nuzzles his face into your neck.

"I love you" he groans out as he cums.

You almost don't catch it as you mind blacks out as you cum before coming back down. Once you calm down from your high it registers. You look at him surprised, and he just looks back at you, awaiting your response. You kiss him with the most feeling you could muster. The most meaningful kiss you two have ever shared so far. A kiss that confirms your love.

You both pull away and you mutter an "I love you too" against his lips. He smiles at you, with the most loving gaze anyone's ever seen on Vil. He nuzzles back into your neck and you catch your breath. Enjoying the calm atmosphere, you yelp when you feel him move inside you again.

"You didn't think we were done just yet, did you?"

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A Bad Date and A Late Night Drive

Part 3 to Simmering and Smothering

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: I didn't wanna study quantum and physics and science at like 12am, so, yeah the explanation (when you get there) is cut off for a reason

You stand outside a bar, pulling your jacket closer around your body, not for warmth, but for comfort. Sniffling, you think about calling for a taxi but after the night you’ve had, you rather not. You don’t think you could deal with the questioning looks, the one that writes a story in their head, that wants to know the details and asks every question to pry them out of you with the same gentleness that a crowbar has.

A close friend is another option. Your fingers swipe over your contacts and the thought about contacting any friend right now seems embarrassing despite the situation. Far better than a taxi driver, but when you stare at the contact name, you can’t bring yourself to click the green icon. Their pitiful gazes would make you squirm and wish for the taxi driver. They’d comfort you over your failed date and tell you that you’re great and any other positive quality that they could think about just to make you feel better.

You don’t want to feel better. You want to be distracted; you want your mind taken off of the past hour.

There’s a chance that the person who you want to call won’t even answer, but you're already feeling low enough, anything more is just icing on the cake. You scroll until you find the name ‘Johnathan’ and rubbing your nose, you press the phone icon. It rings and rings, and you think that you should hang up and take your chance walking home. Sucking in your breath, you pull the phone away, ready to hang up. He’s busy, you rationalize to yourself. He has no time to answer you- and that’s perfectly fine.

“Hello?” His voice Comes out, unsure and tentative.

“Johnathan?” You think that you could cry. You lean your head closer to the phone, and fist the fabric of your jacket.

He calls out your name, soft and concerned. “Are you okay?”

Ignoring the question, you kick at the ground under your feet. “Are you busy?”

A pause. “No.” You hear something clink against a surface. A glass, maybe? “Why? Do you need something?”

You’re starting to regret calling him. “I’m um- I’m at this bar. I was wondering if I could get a ride?” You shouldn’t have bothered him. Maybe he was busy and he was saving you from embarrassment. And maybe out of the kindness of his heart, or the fact that even to yourself, you sound so pitable, he says yes. “Thank you,” you say breathlessly, relief making your chest light.

“Of course. I’ll be over right away. Something scrapes against another, a harsh unforgiving sound and you hear the twinkling of glass bump into each other. “Sorry,” he mumbles into the phone. “I’ll need the address.”

Nodding, you hum a noise. “I’ll text it to you.” Sucking in your bottom lip, and teasing it with your teeth, you clear your throat. “Um, no rush or anything. Just uh- I’ll be here.” You pull the phone away, his voice softer now that’s far away, and you can hear him bump into other things, and a beeping noise. Your fingers copy-and-paste the address into the text box. “Okay, I just sent it.”

“I'll be there soon. I’m walking towards my car already.” As if to prove himself, you hear the sound of keys clash against one another.

You want to ask him to stay on the line, but he already seems so frazzled at having to pick you up. You wonder if he’d even agree to keep talking to you if you asked. Biting your tongue, you lean against the wall of the building, and nod. “Like I said, take your time. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Sniffling, you nod. “Just don’t get lost. Okay, Johnathan?”

“I’ll try my best not to,” and the way that he says your name has your hand twisting the fabric over your stomach, heat rushing at your chest to the cups of your cheeks.

“See you soon,” you muse and at his goodbye, the phone clicks and you’re left looking out onto the streets of New York.

True to his word, he arrives shortly after your phone call. You wave towards him, and he waves in reply, and his blinkers light the street. Behind him a car hinks, and you scurry to the passenger side door, pulling on the handle only to find it locked. Your mouth straightens in a line when the car behind him honks again. There’s a click, and the door opens.

The air conditioner cools your warmed skin. When the seatbelt clicks, he pulls forward, only to be stopped by a red light. You can only imagine the fury that the car behind him has.

“Hi Johnathan,” you tell him.

His head turns towards you, and with red casting a glow in the car, he nods. “Hi,” he says, your name said in a soft voice. The light turns green, and he takes his gaze away from you. “How are you?”

It’s much easier to share with a stranger than with a friend, but when you look at him, you can’t bring yourself to share. You wonder what he thinks of you. Does he think of you as a friend? Or perhaps something more? Are you still just that pestering reporter that follows him like a lost pup? Oh, you hope that you’re more to him than just that.

“Oh, you know-” you cock your head to the side, watching out the windshield- “I’ve been better.” You stay silent for a beat, and with guilt twisting at your stomach, you focus on the bitter taste on your tongue. “I went on a date,” you force yourself to say- every vowel and consonant tasting like acid and cheap alcohol.

You hear him hum, and still seeing him in the corner of your eye, you turn your head, watching the passersby through the window. “Oh.” The word comes out soft and weak. He clears his throat. “How was it?” You can see him much more clearly than you had intended.

“Bad.” You fist your hands into your jacket. “He was just- weird. Like odd.” He’s silent again. You need to fill the silence. You need words to be shouted and spat, and poison to drip before you feel your throat begin to close and before your eyes start to water. “Thank you for picking me up.” You turn towards him, and you tap against the rubber mat of the car.

“Of course,” he tells you in a whisper. “Anytime.”

Your eyes take note of the lab coat that he still wears, and the way that he stays hunched over, eyes barely being able to be kept open. “You said you weren’t busy.” He takes a quick glance at you and returns his gaze to the road. “You’re wearing your lab coat. Did I take you away from something?”

“That’s not important,” he answers quickly.

“It’s important to me,” you whisper, the seat belt stretches as you turn yourself and lean over. “Johnathan.” He startles at his name being called, but he still does not give you an answer. You frown. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. If I had, I would've called a taxi or something.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” He waves his hand nonchalantly.

“But-”

“I made the choice to answer your call. I was the one that told you that I wasn’t busy. You don’t have to apologize.” He takes a quick glance at you. “Really. Don’t worry about it.”

“Why did you lie then?”

His hands tighten over the steering wheel. “I don’t know.”

Shifting your gaze and feeling your heart start to quicken, you tap your hands against your thighs. “Do you wanna know why I called you?”

“Will I have to answer you if I say yes?” There’s a smile teasing at the corners of his lips, and you wish he’d smile at you.

You shrug. “That’s up to you.” You tap your shoes, a quick little pitter-patter fills the car. “I wanted you to pick me up. I know my friends would have, but I didn’t want to see them. Not when I look like this.”

“I think you look nice.” He’s quick to respond, and you catch his eye for a moment before he turns it away. “I’m sorry.” He clears his throat. “That’s not the right thing to say, is it?”

Smiling, you lean against the seat. “You don’t have to apologize,” you tell him. Sucking in a shaky breath, you let go the same way. “I just- I wanted-” you shake your head- “I needed someone.”

“And you thought to call me?”

You turn in your seat, and suddenly the air conditioner in the car isn’t enough to cool your burning skin. “Should I not have?”

Shaking his own head, he sucks in his bottom lip. “No. I mean yes- yes you should have.” At a red light, he turns to you, and the red illuminates his skin. “I’m glad that you did.” He doesn’t stop looking at you. “I’m glad that I was able to help.” He scratches at the side of face, his nails drag down, ruffling at his beard. “It’s not as if you could have known I was going to be busy.”

“If I had known that you were busy, I wouldn’t have called,” you say without thinking, hating to be an inconvenience to him. You wanted to be fun, not something that he had to care for. And yet, you called him because you couldn’t dare to be seen by anyone else.

He shakes his head. “You can always call me. If it’s something that you need, I’ll do my best to deliver.”

You’ve heard similar statements before, and every time you took the offer of the statements, it only made you feel smaller, feel like you were much more delicate than anything else. You felt too needy, too whiny- it would leave a sour taste in your mouth.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, and you stare out the window. A part of you hopes that after this night, he doesn't contact you again. Then mabe, you’d get over your silly, little crush.

Your name is called. You hum in response, not wanting to face him just yet. “Are you hungry? Do you want to stop somewhere and get something?”

Pushing yourself deeper against the seat, you hope to disappear. “I don’t want to take up anymore of your time.” You shake your head.

“I’m offering. You’re not taking up my time.” The way his words are heavy with sincerity, makes you turn to him.

“For real?” You ask, and he nods. “Okay, yeah. We can do that.”

Nodding, he waits at a stop sign, and grabs his phone and types in an address. “I know this drive-in. We won’t even have to get off. We can stay in the car.”

“Okay, good.” You let out a weak laugh. “I don’t really think I want to see other people, right now.” The voice rings into the air, telling him to make a right.

“It’ll just be us, I promise.”

Smiling, you nod. “Alright then,” you let out a breath, sinking into the seat. “Lead the way then, Johnathan.” You sweep your hand in front of you.

The silence between the two of you is broken by the directions given out, and the music that plays from the radio. You tap your foot along to the beat, and stare out the window. You think you should talk to him- ask about his day, or if the place you’re about to visit is any good.

“Am I allowed to ask you something?” He asks, breaking the silence.

You turn your head, and he keeps his gaze on the road before him. “Yeah, go for it.”

“How was the date?” You stare at him, and he pulls at a length of his hair. “You said that he was “odd” and I just- I thought you might have liked to talk about it.” You watch as he lets go and the piece bounces back into place. “I understand if you would rather not. I don’t want to pressure you or anything.”

Shrugging, you stretch your legs as far as you can. “He kept going on about how no one wants to date him because he’s ugly and how I’m so nice for giving him a chance. He kept putting himself down, and maybe if I was younger, I would have given him a chance to help his self-esteem or whatever, but now?” You sigh, and direct your attention to his hands that grip the steering wheel. “Now, I just don’t find all of that appealing in any way. Confidence is attractive, you know?”

“I can understand that,” he replies. “And you ended the date?”

“When I wouldn’t compliment him after his self-deprecation, he was getting flustered. And then he started going on about how I wasn’t all that either and I guess he wasn’t getting the response he wanted from me so he threw this fit and walked out.”

“What?” He turns to you, and you’re thankful for the red light he’s stopped at. “He did all that to you?”

“Average dating experience,” you muse. “Thank goodness he only ordered a beer and an appetizer.” He has this furrowed look in his eyes that scan over you, and you shrug, unable to look away from him. “It happens,” you reason.

“It shouldn’t happen to you,” he counters.

There’s a breath lodged in your throat. “Yeah, well-” you’re unable to give any other reason, and you let your words falter. “It is how it is, ya know?” With the way that he’s looking at you, you wish that the light would turn green. That he would look away from you, and maybe that he would stop making your heart beat so fast.

“Why did you go out with him?” He asks. The light turns green, and he’s still looking at you, and you’re still looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him.

How do you tell him that you went out because you think- you know- that you have a crush on him, and that with your job as a reporter and his as a scientist, you know that it won’t end well. It’ll be fun, but it won’t last. You should tell him that you were bored, that you needed something to get your mind off of him. That maybe, you hoped that what you feel towards the scientist isn’t anything more than a surface level crush.

“Johnathan,” you whisper, and he leans closer. You hold your breath, and losing all your resolve, the light turns yellow. You let the breath go. “The light changed.”

He looks away, and the car speeds off.

Your stomach twists itself, intestines wrapping around and contracting your organs and making you feel like you’re going to be sick. “I needed a distraction,” you tell him. The phone tells him to make a right in two hundred feet. “Thought going on a date might help with that.” The neon sign of the drive-in flashes, part of the sign is dimmed. “Only got me insults and less money.”

Pulling into an empty section, he puts the car into park. He turns to you. “Let me move my seat back so you can look at the menu.”

With slumped shoulders, you nod. You lean over, and can barely see the menu without having to go across him. Once, satisfied, you pull yourself back to your seat, and he takes a glance. Lowering down the window, he asks what it is that you want, and you tell him your order. He presses on the button, and repeats yours and his order.

His hands rest over his thighs, and you try to suppress a yawn.

“Why did you need a distraction?” He straightens his glasses with his index and middle finger.

You pause. “I- I had my mind preoccupied with other things. I thought getting out would bring me out of that type of mindset.”

“Did it help?”

You shake your head. “No, no it didn’t.” Pulling at the hem of your jacket, you pull with a stray fiber. “This is helping.” You can feel his gaze. “You’re helping, thanks for this.”

He calls your name, told in a low tone, each letter held together with an emotion that you can only wish for, and when you look at him, you can only stay quiet, and stare at him. His mouth parts, and the tip of his tongue peeks to wet his lips. You’re grateful for the jacket for hiding your goosebump pricked arms. Someone knocks on the window. It startles the both of you.

It’s the waiter, holding your tray of food. You pull out your wallet, but Johnathan has you beat. He lowers the window and hands over his card, and there’s an exchange between the two as you're handed the drinks and the bags that contain your orders. Words of gratitude are shared, and when the window is raised back into place, you wait as he searches through the bags handing you your own.

“I could have paid,” you tell him, pulling out your meal. “You’re the one who’s wasting gas on me.”

He shakes his head. “I offered. Nothing here is being wasted on you.”

“If you say so.” Your straw punctures through the hole of the lid, and when drops of your drink puddle upwards, you slurp, bringing your lips close to the lid, and taking in the sweet nectar. Once the two of you have settled, and once you’re sure the atmosphere of what was before is gone, you break the quiet eating. “How was work?”

“Do you want to know what I was doing before I picked you up?”

“You mean when you lied?”

He smiles and eats a fry. “Do you want to know?” Taking a sip of your own drink, you nod. “I was working on an experiment with a few other scientists. I had to step into another room to take your call.”

“Was it important?”

“Very much so.”

“I’m sorry.”

“The other scientists are more than qualified to take the lead for the night. Any mistakes that might have been made can easily be fixed in the morning. And I doubt there are any mistakes to be made in the project.”

“Why’s that?”

He gives you a look. “It’s part of the reason why you’re so interested in Alchemax.”

He shrugs. “It was a late night. Those are beginning to be more common. Being one of the lead scientists isn’t easy, but to see my theories and work pay off is gratifying.” he looks at you. “Are you going to ask what it is that I'm working on?”

You take a sip of your drink. “If you want to tell me. I doubt I’d be able to keep up.”

“You said you read my papers on blackholes before?” nodding, he looks down on his own food. “It's something similar to that.” He twists a piece of hair around his index.”Off the record?”

You blink owlishly at him, and the words hit you, and the context hits you even harder. “Off the record,” you confirm, waving your hand to let him continue.

“So the bases of black holes and what I’m- or rather Fisk is interested in, is connected. There’s already been articles written about how if a hole is large enough-” you smile at the phrase- “and is rotating quickly enough, then it could possibly provide a way into the hole for explorers. Of course,” you can hear the excitement in his voice, and you can only hope that he puts things into layman’s terms for you, “all of this is theoretical.” He waves his hand in the air. “You’ve heard of string theory, correct?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “So, how reality is made up of imperceptible vibrating strings, those strings twist and fold- like rubber bands, ya know? So the theory-” You can only catch words that you’ve heard before quantum something, the last part of the word going by too fast for you to catch onto. Colliders and energy, something that has to be perfected and harnessed, excitement shining with the words, that for a moment, you see him, beaming and whole.

“I’m gonna be completely honest, Dr. Ohnn-”

“I told you to call me Johnathan,” he interjects.

“I know, I know. But after that I just- Dr. Ohnn gives you credit, you know. I just- It was so complex and I got some parts of it, and stuff. I knew you were smart- I mean, you have to be- but fuck. You’re fucking brillant,” you gasp out. You note that your drink has watered down when you take a sip. “Like incredibly so.”

He coughs weakly, and rubs his hand over his mouth, scratching where his fingers reach. He shakes his head. “It’s-” it comes out higher pitched than expected, and he clears his throat- “It’s nothing, really. It’s what I’ve studied and worked on. I-” he lets out a shaky breath- “Really, it’s nothing.”

“It's totally something,” you counter, leaning closer towards him. “Like yeah, you’re probably around other really smart people, but to people like me, that’s incredible. It sounds impossible. And you talk about it like it’s possible. I mean, come on, everyone loves the thought of alternate universes, but to try to connect-”

“If it’s all the same with you-” he turns towards you, eyes shifting unable to keep his focus on you, and under the fluorescent lights, you can see that he has freckles- “I hadn’t meant to go on a tangent.” He clears his throat. “I try to keep my work life and-” he looks at you- “and my um, my personal life separate.” Your disappointment is noticeable. “I really am glad that you found it interesting. Please don’t take offense to it.”

You’re unsure how to feel. On one hand, you want to keep praising him, to talk more about his work and you feel disheartened to have the conversation shut down. However, on the other hand, he considers you part of his personal life. You hope. No, you’re sure of it. You’re going to be sure of it. Though the meaning of what his personal life is, isn’t known, you’ll take it as a good thing.

“Fair enough,” you lift your shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t think I could have kept up with you.”

“I’m sure that you could have. I just-” his hand fiddles with the chest pocket on his lab coat- “you know.”

“You want to keep your work life and personal life separate,” you finish. Johnathan nods sheepishly. Your eyes find themselves at his chest. There’s three blank inky dots, one large, and the other two significantly smaller. The edges of the circle spread like thin tendrils. “How’d you get such a stain on your lab coat?” You point at your own chest where the stains would be.

“Hm?” He looks down, and stretches the fabric. Frowning at the stain, he drags a finger down. “A pen might have popped. I-” he falters- “Yeah, a pen.”

“Huh, okay.” You frown. “Are you comfortable wearing the coat? You can take it off, you know?”

He shakes his head. “Honestly, it’s like a second skin at this point.” He looks at you. “You could have taken yours off.”

“Second skin, I guess,” you say, mimicking his words. He rolls his eyes at the response, and you snort a laugh. The air conditioner is giving you chills despite your jacket. “I have an article due in two days.” Your nails bite into the styrofoam cup and the color of his eyes linger on the lid of your drink. “I’m thinking about writing about Spider-man.” He’s silent. “He always does well. He’s always swinging around and I have a few pictures saved on my SD card- for rainy days, you know.”

“You like Spider-man?” He asks, and you look out the windshield, seeing moths dance under the fluorescent lights.

“Who doesn’t,” you shrug. “He saves people and walks kids to their homes. He likes to visit neighborhood bodegas and he thanks people who help him. I’m sure writing an article about that would do great.”

“You think so?”

“You’d be surprised at how many people want to take a picture with the guy.” You pull at the straw, the squeaking sound making you grit your teeth. “I don’t blame them.”

He’s silent. “Are you ready to go home?”

You look at him, and nod. “Yeah, I think it’s late enough.” And with the words, you let out a yawn, hiding it behind the palm of your hand. “Thanks for this Johnathan. You didn’t have to pick me up and much less take me out, but you did, so thanks,” you end the statement weakly, still holding onto your drink.

“Anytime,” he responds. “I’m glad that I was able to help.”

You can’t handle the silence- especially if you still have a considerable amount of time left until you arrive back home, so you clear your throat and turn to face him. “You know, before we started to hang out, I thought you were really mean.”

“You did?” He actually sounds shocked, and that has you smiling.

“Mhm,” you hum with a grin. “You know, the type to slam doors in someone’s face and all.”

His mouth parts, and his own grin starts to form, sharp and knowing. “I only did that once.” He lifts his index finger for clarification. “And it was completely accidental.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“I was holding a stack of files, I couldn’t-” he tries to defend himself, and he feigns offense. “How did you even get into the building at that time?” He gives you a quick look and returns his gaze back to the road.

“Turns out confidence is key. If you walk in like you belong there, people are less likely to stop you,” you say truthfully.

“That’s trespassing,” he adds.

“What are you- a cop?” You give him a look and when he catches your eye, you stick your tongue out at him.

He narrows his eyes at you. “If I had known this before, I could have gotten you arrested.”

“Seriously?”

He nods. “Seriously. Might have even slammed another door in your face.” He bares his teeth in a grin, and it reaches his eyes, pushing upwards, making them squint.

You laugh, shaking your head. “You see, I knew you were mean.”

“Only to you.” Your mouth drops at his words, and you can’t hide the giddiness that makes your legs bounce. “I’m actually quite pleasant to be around with.”

You scoff a laugh, unable to hide your grin. “I can hardly believe that.”

“Wasn’t it you who thanked me for all of this?” He tries to counter.

“And clearly I was misguided in doing so,” you say with a hand over your heart, feigning hurt.

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“Ha, so we’re enemies now?” You stick your tongue out at the words. “The mad scientist versus the dashing reporter.”

“Other way around,” he says quickly. “I’m quite handsome by scientist standards.”

You look at him, and turning around, you smile. It’s softer than what it was moments ago, teasing and quips had sharpened it, and now fondness has sanded it down, and made you gentle with your tones.. “Yeah, of course you are.” The words come out warmer than expected, and before he can comment on it, and before the silence can wrap itself around the two of you, you start. “Still, I think I should take the compliment. I’m already having such a low night. A bad date and now being declared an enemy? Truly, this night cannot get any worse.”

“I’m sure it can,” he says with sickly sweet positivity that makes you roll your eyes.

“You’re just a ray of sunlight, aren’t you?”

“Like I said, I’m quite pleasant to be around with.” You hum at his words. “Which is why I should take the dashing part of the adjectives.”

“And what adjective would mine be? We both can’t be dashing.”

He’s smiling. “There are a few I can think of.”

“Like?” You lean towards him, and your heart thumps against your bones and flesh, and blood rushes through your body, burning the back of your neck and sending fire to burn at your face.

“Annoying.” Even with the lack of compliment that you wish to have gotten, hearing him play and fight with you, still makes you grow fond of him.

You gasp and smack his bicep. “Awful! You are completely awful!” He laughs. “And here I am allowing you to take the dashing adjective.”

“Kidding, kidding!” He says through a fit of laughter that rings through the car.

“Next time, I’ll just walk home.”

“You can get out right now.” You give him a look and he nods his head out the window. You’ve arrived. “You’re welcome for the ride.” He’s grinning at you, teeth bared and glee evident.

“I would’ve said thank you if not for the insult.” You click off your seatbelt. “But, I suppose you do deserve a thanks. So-” you turn to him- “thank you, Johnathan the dashing scientist.”

Your door is on the handle, and his smile slowly falls. He turns off the car, and you furrow your brows. “Give me a second.” He steps out of the car and goes around, your door opens and you smile. You don’t think anyone has ever opened the door for you. You’ve forever held the doors open for others, but no one has given you the same kindness in return.

He helps you out of the car, and he walks you to the steps of your home.

“I’d invite you up, but I have a mess. And an article to write.”

He shakes his head. “I understand.” He stares at you, and looks at your door. It’s like he’s bracing himself for something with the way that he sucks in a heavy breath. “How long do you think it’ll take you to write the article?”

You shrug. “Not that long. I could probably also do a Top Ten of something.” You wave your hand in the air, your brain too fried to think about anything else. “Something easy wouldn’t take too long.” You look at him, and raise your brows. “Why? What’s up?”

“I was thinking that we could get dinner. Together. If you want to, of course.”

Your eyes widen, and a cold gust of wind jolts you back to reality. “Together?” He nods and your mouth has gone dry. “Oh- Um, yeah. Yeah, dinner sounds good. Um-” you scratch at your neck- “at the diner? The one that we went to the other day?”

“No. I was thinking that we could go to the one that was near where I picked you up? It uh- It has flowers on the walls-” his index squiggles down the air- “the colorful ones.”

“The one on eighth avenue, right?” He nods. “That’s quite a choice, Johnathan.” You scoff a smile. “I uh- I’ve never been and I haven’t heard much about it, but um- you know-” you shift in your place- “I’m not really sure how pricey it is and I kinda gotta make rent this month, ya know.”

“You don’t have to worry about paying.” All oxygen escapes your lungs, and you’ve forgotten how to breathe. “I’m inviting you. I’ll be paying.”

You look him up and down. “You sure?”

“Of course.”

“Oh! Oh, okay. Yeah, okay. I’ll go. I’d love to.”

He smiles. “Good. I’m glad.” He stands in front of you and looks to the street, and looks back towards you. His hand lifts and brushes against the side of your face. Your stomach flips, and your heart skips. “I- I’ll make sure to tell you the details.” You might have imagined it, but you’re sure that he takes the slightest step towards you. You stand there, waiting until his hand pats at your shoulder. “Good night,” he says your name quietly, heavy with emotion, and you can only nod.

Once he’s at the bottom of the steps, do you find your voice. “Good night Johnathan!” He turns and you wave at him. He returns the gesture.

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rrr-is-gay · 6 months

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RRR ON-SCREEN KISS OPPORTUNITIES, rated for her pleasure

1. Immediately following the fisher boy rescue. They go onto the dock and kinda embrace one another but fail to kiss. Not okay. 3/10

2. The thigh touch scene. Come onnnnn, I know they’re talking about Sita, but they coulda squeezed a lil kissy kiss in there, if they had any courage at all. 8/10

3. RAMBHEEM SQUAT WORKOUT. Not exactly the ideal shot for an onscreen kiss; we’d need to get a little creative with the camera work to keep it cohesive. But it would be the literal hottest thing EVER, so I hate that it isn’t real. 8/10

4. MAKEOVER SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!! This one demands a kiss, multiple times! The beard trim? Pop a lil kiss on his nose, Ram! The hair treatment? Kiss his forehead! Changing his shirt? Bheem, give’m a nice lil smooch! It’s practically canon, the camera just cuts too quickly for us to see it. 10/10, peak kiss opportunity.

5. Pre-Naatu. How fucking SWAG would it be for them to just pop the fastest lil kiss on each other’s lips RIGHT at the moment they dunk on Jake for not knowing Naatu? This precise moment, when Bheem twirls around and Ram puts his arm on his shoulder? KISS!! 6/10

6. Post-Naatu piggyback ride. Would have loved to see Bheem kiss Ram’s cheek here. Totally ungrateful that he doesn’t. Wtf Bheem. 9/10

7. Sopping fucking wet. Bheem could totally pop a quick kiss onto Ram's lips before administering the antidote here. He's all up in Ram's face anyway, tending to him, caring for him, healing him. A nice kiss would help!!!!!!! 7/10

8. MARRIAGE CEREMONY. Bheem. BHEEM. You adorn your lover with the holy thread of your tribe, but don’t seal the deal with a kiss?? Maybe he thinks it’s dubcon cuz Ram is basically unconscious. Would’ve loved a kiss here, but I respect the consent king. 4/10

9. REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME IN BED. Bheem could have AT LEAST kissed Ram’s hands here, I mean wtf!!!!!! You think you might die tonight, and you could be saying goodbye forever, and you DON’T kiss????? 10/10, scene incomplete without a tender smooch.

10. Devastating fight. Bheem could’ve gone out on a limb here and really brought Ram back to reality if he’d gone in for a kiss. A bold move, yes, but not out of character for Bheem. 3/10

11. Pain, pain paaaaiiinnnn. Ram is more devastated in this moment than he’s ever been in his entire life. He would absolutely kiss Bheem’s head while holding his limp body in his arms. Only gets a pass cuz Ram is still undercover and a kiss would’ve given him away. 2/10

12. Hand nuzzle. CANON, I TELL YOU!!!! It’s CANON that Bheem kisses Ram’s hand here! It was only cut from the film because of homophobia! 11/10

13. Burn this lanka down. Okay. It’s one swift move to pull Ram out from the cell and onto Bheem’s shoulders. So a kiss on the lips couldn’t work. But Ram could, and should, totally kiss Bheem’s head right here. And Bheem should kiss Ram’s wrist! The fight can wait one millisecond!!! JUST KISS ALREADY! 8/10

14. Bridal carry. A nice swift peck from Ram to Bheem would really boost both of their morale right here. And it's such a brief shot, I'm sure the kiss happened, we just didn't get to see it. Once again, homophobia. 9/10

15. CANON CANON CANON CANON. I don’t wanna hear ANY debate or disagreement on this one, you little freaks! They DO kiss here! I can see the intention in Bheem’s eyes! That slow lean inward!!!! He’s about to kiss this man smack on the lips!!!! And Ram is so tired, but he’s BLISSFULLY here for it! He’s flat on his back, ready for Bheem’s plush lips to smother his right NOW! HEAL THIS MAN WITH YOUR SWEET KISS, BHEEM!!!! 10000000000/10

16. Phallic rifle. Would love a nice little makeout sesh right here in front of Governor Scott. How fucking badass would that be? Not a little peck either, I want them to get really filthy for a minute, because they’ve earned it! Grip that rifle and stick your tongues in each other’s mouths! Come on, the movie’s almost over! What have you got to lose?! 9/10

17. “What can I offer you in return?” “KISS ME!” This really is the last chance for these two men to show us how they really feel. I get that it’s kinda awkward in front of their friends and family, but it’s all worth it just to make Jenny uncomfortable. (Why is she there?????) Oh wait, Sita’s there too. Meh. I still want them to smooch. 7/10

18. Etthara Jenda! Dance, smile, skip, cheer, KISS! This song is all about victory and pride. Wouldn’t an onscreen kiss just be the cherry on top?! I think so. 9/10

#rrr #rambheem #ram/bheem #analysis #meta

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madlumqx · 2 years

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okay but i have this thought about nanami kento 🤭

nsfw below the cut so minors dni please!

!WARNING! fem/afab!reader, dom!nanami, dilf!nanami, mention of the word daddy, oral (m!receiving), dacryphilia, fingering, cunninglingus, degradation, mentions of corruption, unbeta'd and rusty writing pls be nice :') (reblogs are highly appreciated!)

dilf!nanami immediately putting his attention on you when he picks up his toddler from the daycare you work at and asks the child who are you because he's never seen you before.

dilf!nanami rearranging his scheduled time with his kid so he can pick up his son from daycare more frequently than his ex-wife so he can eye you up and down as he waits for his son to be finished with his little drawings and what not.

dilf!nanami finally arranging a one-on-one talk with you just so he can finally have you to himself.

"oh your son's doing just fine, mr. nanami! he's such a responsible and respectful boy." you say, pushing your stray hair behind your ear as your student's incredibly attractive father stares you down with his stoic expression.

dilf!nanami finally snapping once he sees you in that long and flowy sundress you wore specifically for him to see and sparks travelled down your spine as he was devouring your body from the designated pick-up area.

"ms. (y/n), may i request a private meeting with you? i have concerns i would like to discuss." his monotone voice fills your ears. you nod almost /too/ enthusiastically at his request. "of course, mr. nanami, whenever's best for you." your voice filled with morbid curiosity about what he wants to confide whilst you gently wave goodbye to his son.

dilf!nanami "coincidentally" driving past the route you walk back to your apartment as if he wasn't stalking you the week before and offers you a ride home.

dilf!nanami following you inside your tiny apartment as you invite him in for dinner as a thanks for driving you home and an opportunity to discuss the concerns he told you about.

dilf!nanami offering a different kind of dinner set-up as he grinds his hard dick against your ass once the both of you reach the safety of your abode.

"wanna have you as m' dinner, pretty."

dilf!nanami making you go on your knees as he fucks your pretty face with his cock, elated as he sees the mascara from your make up trail down with tears.

"mhm, so fuckin' pretty with my cock filling you up, yeah?"

dilf!nanami and his ability to absolutely ruin you with just his tongue and fingers as he spews the dirtiest thoughts about fucking you raw inside your classroom.

dilf!nanami making sure your pretty pussy knows that he owns it now by making you cum more times that your brain could register.

"like it when daddy fucks you dumb? tsk, thought you were a smart girl?"

dilf!nanami who makes sure you're taken care of after he gives you the most mindblowing sex you've ever had.

#haha yo idk i wrote this on a whim #dilf!nanami in my head for days #nanami brainrot for life #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader smut #dilf!nanami x reader #dilf nanami #dilf nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu nanami

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impala-dreamer · 1 year

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Last Weekend

A Short Story

~ Jensen and Y/N have been sneaking around for a while, hiding in the dark and loving each other in secret. There was only one rule and once it was broken, everything changed. ~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Jared Padalecki, OCs

3,921 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Extra Marital Affair. ANGST.

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He kisses the top of her head like she’s the most precious thing in his life.

His arms wrap around her so tightly she’s sure he’ll squeeze the life out of her.

Jensen’s fingers tense on her shoulders and Y/N lets out a sigh that nearly breaks his heart.

“You know it has to be like this,” he whispers, breath pushing through the wayward hairs that mat her forehead.

She’s a mess and they both know it. Tears stick to her cheeks; mascara drips like paint on a smooth wall. Her eyes are red and burning, her arms weak but clinging.

He’s just as bad but doesn’t show it. Years of practice hide his pain well, but it’s obvious in his voice, in the way it cracks around his words, barely able to push some of them out. He’s shaking, she can feel it. It’s in his hands, in his jaw. His heart is beating too fast for comfort.

“I know.” She replies with a dark sigh, barely able to comprehend the last hour of talking. “I just- I don’t think I can do this.”

His grip on her tightens and Jensen puts his chin on the top of her head, his eyes falling closed as the tears flood his vision. It’s gotten so hard to hold them back, he’s all but broken inside.

One falls and then it all crumbles.

“I didn’t say it before but…”

His gravelly voice breaks and Y/N pulls back to look up at him.

Dying a bit more inside, she lifts a hand to his lips and stops his confession. “Don’t.” She shakes her head and blinks a fresh stream of tears from her eyes. “Don’t say it. I- I don’t think I can handle it.”

His lips tremble beneath her fingertips and she moves them aside, pushes up on her toes and kisses him sweetly.

He tries to kiss her back, but all the strength in him is spent just holding back the painful wail building in his chest.

When it’s done, she’s gone, turning away from him without another word.

He can’t look at her face. He watches her heeled boots move to the door. Stares at her hand on the knob. Says goodbye to the door as it closes behind her.

Once he starts crying, he can’t stop.

She’s like a whirlwind, coming at him with a fiery stare and grabbing hands that drag him down to the deepest places in his fantasies.

She’s tender and aggressive, shy and confident, crazy and undeniably rational. She’s his ticket to Hell but when he’s near her, it feels like Heaven.

“You’re drivin’ me crazy, baby,” he growls, barely able to speak as she grinds down on his cock, her teeth sunk deep into his juicy bottom lip.

“That’s kinda the point,” she laughs, locking her hands behind his head as she rides him.

The fabric between their bodies feels like steel and they both give in, tugging at each other’s clothing to free themselves from the bondage of chastity.

Jensen claws at her tits as they’re released. Y/N gasps at the coolness of his fingertips as he plucks at her nipples.

“Fuck.” Her head falls back and her hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall.

He dips his head, curling his long body inwards as he flicks the tip of his tongue over her flesh and then sucks it between his lips.

“Jesus, Jen-” She pushes a hand through his hair, loving how long it’s getting. She gives him a tug and he bites down, moaning deeply. “Yes…”

“Gotta get these panties off you,” he grunts, dragging his hand down her soft belly. “Wanna fuck you. Now.” His teeth are clenched and she can feel the heat pushing off of him, the desire.

Flooded with passion and beyond holding back, she tugs at his hair once more and pulls his head up. She looks down into dark jade eyes and smiles.

“I… I love you, Jensen.”

His heart nearly stops.

“I know we’re not supposed to- ya know- but… I do.”

Stunned and amazed, his cheeks burn hot and a smile pulls at his lips. He tries to reply, to make a single sound, but there’s nothing coming out. He’s entranced by her candor, by her beauty, by the push of her body against his.

“I love you,” she says again, this time reaching for his lips.

He gives in, kissing her hard, letting his body speak for him. He can’t say it aloud, but he can show her how he feels.

They roll on the bed, fancy hotel comforter bunching up around them.

He tugs her panties off, kicks down his own as she traces his muscular arms with scratching, heated fingertips.

She’s staring at him, he knows, but there’s nowhere to go but here. She can see straight through him. She knows what he can’t ever say.

They had a deal.

A deal she just broke.

He stashes away the churning panic and sinks inside of her, his tongue and cock both pushing in at the same second.

She moans around him, arches beneath him, letting him inside.

Her body is soft, slick, hotter than he can handle.

“God, you feel so good,” she praises, arms and legs wrapping around his firm body. “Fuck, need you so bad, Jensen…”

He licks at her lips and closes his eyes, letting her voice and body take him away. There’s pain on the horizon, but for now, he has this. He has her. His throat tightens and he blinks into the semi-darkness, looking down at her.

She’s haloed by the lamplight, profile set aflame in soft white. She’s stunning in that moment and it takes all he has not to say it back, not to break down and open his soul and veins for her.

“You got me,” he growls, setting his hands aside her head and thrusting in deep. Her jaw drops and he smiles; always loves that silent scream when he hits that spot inside.

She shivers and he drops down, kissing her throat as he hides his face in the crook of her neck. He can’t look at her anymore. He can’t do anything more than fuck her slowly, roughly, bringing them both up to that magical place where nothing else matters for a few precious seconds.

She cums with a muted cry, her body jolting with orgasm beneath him.

“Fuck, baby,” she laughs, dragging her nails down his neck. “Your turn…”

He pushes back onto his knees and grabs her ass, lifting her up off of the bed. “Yeah? You want me to cum in this pretty little cunt?”

He can’t help but say those things, knowing how much it turns her on when he turns up the grit in his voice. He can feel it in her cunt; she clenches tight around him.

She nods, mouth open in a perfect, tiny circle as she breathes faster. “Please…”

Jensen lets go, pleasure bursting inside of him as he cums. He thrusts until it hurts and then stills, holding her, letting himself go soft inside. He looks down with a sad smile, memorizing the feel of her, the look of loving satisfaction on her face.

“You’re amazing,” she says, running a hand up his chest and across his collar.

He drops down and rolls onto his back. “So are you,” he whispers sadly, reality slamming into him like a Mack truck.

Y/N sighs happily and curls into him, her head fitting perfectly on his shoulder. She traces the crown on his wrist and his chest tightens.

He always loves when she does that.

“Love you…”

He can’t sleep.

She’s got him tangled up like a puppet in a box, tossed aside and forgotten about, its strings jumbled up and hopelessly crossed.

His mind is racing. There’s too many thoughts to sort through, but he tries, picking out faces in the darkness behind his eyes, pulling apart dreams and plans.

He had a whole life with her planned.

But it was just a dream.

The deal was not to fall in love.

They’d both broken the deal.

Except, she’d said it out loud. He couldn’t ignore that.

His wife’s face flashes over and over in his head and he knows what he has to do.

Morning came too quickly and Jensen made up his mind. It wouldn’t be easy but he had to commit to it. He had to be strong; there was too much at stake.

He waited until after breakfast. She was just too beautiful to crush. They way she smiled at him over sips of steaming coffee, the way the sunrise played upon her face, highlighting her eyes and the gentle lines around her lips and eyes.

His heart broke with every breath.

“Whatcha thinking about?” she asked, toast crumbs clinging to the corner of her mouth.

Jensen took a shaky breath and downed the rest of his coffee. It was too hot to chug, but the burn brought him back to the moment. “Us.”

Y/N smiled and reached for his hand. “Me too.”

He pulled away gently before she could touch him.

“Jen, what’s going on?”

He stared down into the empty coffee cup and shook his head. When he looked up, his eyes were wet and his ears were red. “I- I’ve been thinking…”

Y/N sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, hugging herself tight. “I knew it.” Her voice was weak around a brewing storm of tears. “I knew I shouldn’t have said it.”

“We had a deal.” He hated the words as soon as they came out, but there was no going back.

She looked away, out of the window, counting clouds to keep from breaking down. “You can’t tell me you don’t- that you don’t feel it too. You can’t. I know you do.” Her eyes came back to his and he froze, locked in place. “I know that you love me, Jensen.”

Prying himself away, he cleared his throat, wiped a hand down his face, scratched at his bearded cheek. “That’s the problem,” he said, licking his lips. “We weren’t supposed to do this. You weren’t- we weren’t supposed to get this close.”

She laughed bitterly. “How could we not?” Frustrated with herself and his decision, she stood, spinning away from the table, her bathrobe floating around her bare calves.

Jensen watched the cotton dance on her skin. He could feel her still, in the back of his mind, and he knew he’d never be able to forget.

“How could we not get this close?” she said again, rambling as she turned her back on him, hands raking through her hair. “We’re together almost every weekend, you text me constantly. We’re… you can’t just throw this away. This is something real, Jensen.” She turned back and glared. “I love you.”

“Y/N-”

Frustration turned to bargaining. “Don’t. Just don’t do this. I’ll never say it again if that’s what it takes. Please.”

“It’s too late.”

“It’s not.”

The sun hit his eyes and he blinked up at her, the perfect symbol of pain. “I’m sorry.”

She was silent for a moment as a tear fell down her cheek. Bare toes sank into the plush white carpet; beyond the door, maids pushed their carts, couples came and went from their rooms.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, crumbling inside and out. Her knees went weak and Jensen rushed to her, catching her fall in his big arms and holding her close.

“I don’t know.”

She clung to his shirt. “Don’t do this. Please.”

He kissed her forehead and held her tight. “I think you know that we have to.”

She couldn’t look at him anymore. Pictures flashed across her phone screen as she scrolled through her social media, but any glimpse of him made her heart ache.

If only she’d kept her mouth shut.

If only she’d kept her heart closed.

If only she’d never met him.

Despite the pain, she wouldn’t give it up for anything. Nights with him sleeping close, days sneaking looks through crowds of fans, early mornings holding his hand as they walked through strange cities together.

She canceled her appearances in Denver and Nola; it just seemed right. She told her agent she was sick, blaming the flu instead of a crushed spirit. No one knew she was dying inside. No one knew that Jensen Ackles had stolen and then broken her heart.

He tried to let it all go, spending extra time alone with the kids, his wife. The guilt lay heavy on his heart but he tucked it all away, screwing on a smile when he was with the family. He paid close attention to his wife, offering her extra kisses anytime their paths crossed in the house, grabbing her close whenever he could spare a moment. He held her as tight as he dared, doing his best to push his love into her, to find it in himself again, but she wasn’t Y/N. It just wasn’t the same.

Most nights he stayed up with a bottle, drinking through his stash of good bourbon and then moving onto the crap swill. He could see her face in the amber, he could smell her skin in the glass.

Each morning broke with a headache and a cold sweat. Dreams of Y/N plagued his sleep. He felt her in every breath, heard her voice in every song on the radio. She haunted him.

More than a few times he caught himself with his phone in hand, ready to type out some letter of apology, beg her to forgive him. His thumbs hovered over her name but he couldn’t do it. He’d done enough damage.

If anyone noticed his melancholy, no one voiced a worry.

Jensen did his best to hide it all from the world, but his smile seemed off, his stare far away, his mind somewhere else.

It was impossible for her not to go to Nashville. Creation told her agent that she would be blacklisted the following year if she didn’t show up.

It was hell, but she couldn’t talk her way out of it again.

She kept to herself, hiding in the corners of the green room on Friday, barely speaking to anyone. They noticed she was off, but no one bothered her. A few polite smiles set their minds at ease.

No one knew. So there was nothing she could say.

On Saturday, she stayed far away from everyone, avoiding every place Jensen might be. Twice, Misha had cornered her for a chat, and the second time, Jensen had appeared, walking behind Misha with his handler. She held her breath, their eyes met and he kept on walking.

Her stomach dropped and her hands trembled.

She signed autographs without making eye contact. Stood for photo ops without a real smile to be found.

She laughed when people spoke to her, posed as they asked her to. She smiled when she needed to, answered questions when they asked, but she wasn’t really there.

She was stuck in the moment, watching Jensen walk by her without a word.

Over and over.

Jensen was visibly drunk on stage. There was no denying it but no one said anything.

He sauntered up to the microphone, standing next to Jared with a coffee cup full of whiskey in hand. He looked out over the crowd hoping to see her there, but finding nothing but blinding stage lights and the front row filled with strangers.

She used to hide in the back during his panels, waiting beneath a hood or ball cap until he found her. She was his safety when the nerves of standing before a crowd got to him. She was always there.

That Sunday, he scanned the room again and again, but Y/N wasn’t there. There was no secret smile waiting for him in the last row, no sense of her anywhere.

He took a sip and coughed as the burning liquid went down the wrong pipe. He turned away from the mic and lost his footing, stumbling over himself in a drunken dance.

Jared grabbed him before he fell.

“What are you doing, man?” he whispered, fists tight on Jensen’s flannel as he helped him up. “Get your shit together.”

Jensen laughed and took another drink. “If only I could, brother. If only I could…”

Jared shook his head and let him go, turning back to the audience with a smile. “Someone’s had a rough morning,” he joked, nodding towards Jensen.

Back at the mic, Jensen scoffed at his co-star. “Fuck you, Jared. You don’t know shit.”

Shocked, Jared pulled back from the microphone and leaned over to Jensen. “Dude. Cut it out.”

“I’m not cutting nothing out, dude,” he replied into the mic, mocking Jared’s tone. “Shut the fuck up.” Another sip went down smooth but the crowd was roaring. “You shut up too.” He waved at the fans, brushing them off and turning away. “Fuck this. This is all bullshit. This whole thing!”

He spun with his arms open wide, gesturing to the banner behind him and the giant screen displaying his face. “What is this?” he yelled. “It’s all bullshit. All of it!” He looked out over the rows of shocked fans. “Y’all want me? You wanna fuck me, don’t you? Well guess what! Ain’t never gonna fuckin’ happen. I’m-”

Jared grabbed him, trying to catch his friend and calm him down, lead him off stage, but Jensen wasn’t having it. He took a swing, fist narrowly missing Jared’s nose.

“What the fuck!” Jared ducked and the room lit up with camera flashes. “Jay- stop it!”

“Fuck you!” He turned away. “Fuck all of you!” He couldn’t find the split in the curtain so he used the stairs, leaving the stage through the front row.

People called his name, but he didn’t stop. Security tried to get to him, but he dodged their attempts. Fans crowded his path, but he cut through.

It was cold and damp outside. The air hit his lungs and Jensen hissed, pushing the chill back out.

“Fuck this city,” he grit.

Y/N was hiding outside of the hotel, standing in the shadows of the parking garage, puffing on a forbidden cigarette. She inhaled deeply and her face lit up with the red glow.

“Oh my god- I can’t believe that just happened!”

“Dude, I know!”

Two girls clad in flannel and matching SPN shirts walked past Y/N and her senses tweaked.

“What happened?” she asked, stepping out of the shadows.

The girls turned and excitedly began to ramble, not even noticing who they were speaking to.

“Holy shit. OK, so Jensen’s been like totally drunk all day and I was telling Susie that but like she didn’t believe me, but then like at our OP he was all like nasty and he- freakin’ stank of booze like wow.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

The second girl chimed in. “So yeah. And then we were like ‘maybe he’s just hungover or whatever’ cuz you know they like party all night at cons.”

Y/N laughed. “Yeah. Totally. All night.”

“But like… he was drunk. Like, actually drunk.” The first girl took over again, her raven hair blowing in the cool early evening breeze.

“Really?” Y/N’s heart ached.

“Yeah. Like, he’s going through some shit. I don’t know. Anyway- at his panel, he comes out with a cup of coffee that’s like- obviously not coffee and then he starts like heckling Jared and-”

Y/N choked on a deep inhale of nicotine. “Wait, seriously?”

In tandem, the fans agreed. “Yeah.”

“So he’s like being nasty to the fans and not answering questions and then he like takes a drink and almost falls over choking. Jared grabs him and Jensen is all nasty and screaming and then he tried to punch Jared in the face!”

Ashes burned her fingers and Y/N tossed the butt into the street. “What the fuck?”

“That’s what we said. That’s what everyone said. Then- Then- he starts cursing Jared out and then curses out the crowd and everyone and then just- he fucking leaves.”

“Walks right out.”

“Right out. Just leaves. And we’re all sitting there like stunned.”

Y/N looked across the street at the convention center, at the crowds converging at the front doors. Pockets of fans huddled and discussed, showing off pictures on their phones and murmuring.

“I didn’t get a good pic but I’m sure it’ll be up on Tumblr later.”

“Uh, thanks.” Y/N nodded to the girls and turned away, not sure of what to do. She pulled out her phone and pulled up his number, but the words wouldn’t come.

She dialed.

It rang.

She hung up.

“Y/N?” Jensen scrambled to unlock the call but his fingers slid across the screen. By the time he swiped properly, she was gone. The call dropped, emptiness ringing in his ear. “Y/N!”

Two stools away, a large bald man groaned. “Hey, keep it down!”

Jensen glared, drunken rage swelling in his gut. “Excuse me?” He barely made it to his feet, knocking over his stool.

The man tried to ignore him. “Just stop your yellin’.” He lifted his pint glass. “I came here to drink, not listen to you moan and cry.”

Green eyes narrowed and plump lips scowled. “I’m having a bad day.”

“We all are, buddy,” the man laughed.

Jensen lost it, stumbling forward and slamming his fist down on the bar in front of the man. “You laughing at me? Do you know who the fuck I am?”

The man stood and Jensen’s eyes rose with him. He was a good half a foot taller and nearly twice as wide.

Calmly, the giant shook his head at Jensen. “I don’t give a fuck who the fuck you are. I just want you to shut up.”

Without hesitation, Jensen let his fist fly. A sloppy right hook landed on the man’s jaw, but he barely flinched. Jensen was too low, too drunk, too weak to put any power behind it.

The stranger sighed and shook his head. “I’m gonna ask you to walk away, brother. Just once.”

Jensen laughed at the warning and took another swing, connecting with the man’s open palm.

“I warned you.”

She almost didn’t answer. What would be the point? Another fight, another five hour crying session that ended with nothing?

Jensen’s dimpled smile flashed on her screen and she gave in.

“Hey.”

His breathing was labored as he croaked her name. “Y/N…”

“Jen? Where are you? What happened?”

“Can you-” His voice was weak, throat torn from whiskey and unfiltered screams. “Baby please come get me. Please. I need you.”

“Which way?” she asked, hands at ten and two on the rented convertible’s wheel.

He looked up at the sky, swollen eyes and broken nose aching as he peered at the darkness. There were no stars; the city was too bright to see anything but an artificial glow.

“West.” He reached across the seat and lay his hand on her tight. “I always wanted to drive with you down the California coast.”

Hope swirled in her gut but she pushed it away. This wasn’t an apology, this wasn’t a reunion trip. This was one last weekend. One last goodbye.

Y/N sighed and took his hand, lifting his bruised knuckles to her lips. “West it is.”

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