#skinny dipping in the freezing water

[asexualarkhamknight]

I went on a hike yesterday with my friend and my sister. I thought I was gonna hate it, and I did dislike parts (namely the heat and the sun and I got some bruises and cuts) but overall it was pretty pleasant. My sister had us perform some kind of magic ceremony where we named what we want to let go of and what we want to invite in, which was interesting

#we gathered flowers and she drew a pentagram and we offered water to the spirits and she greeted every direction #and then we stated or thought our intentions #she also decided to skinny dip in a freezing pond by a small waterfall #about #hiking #I may go hiking again #maybe even camping if it’s with my sister and this same friend

[sttm99]

I like to think that Bakugo would like one of those bitchy girls that most people stayed away from.

"Oh her?" His friend would whisper about you as you stood before your locker, frowning as you looked at something on your phone. "Yeah, she's mean, really."

"She's rude, a bitch. Hates everyone."

What drives Bakugo is mainly the fact that he doesn't want to be 'everyone'. He's better. And because he knows what it feels like for people to stay away from you just because of what they've heard.

So he makes his move during one of the UA beach trips, when everyone's out on the sand, taking dips into the ocean. He's walking away from them, scanning the darkening sand in search of you.

He finds you near the far edge of the beach, where the place is darker, with less people, and he swears he sees a crab burrow into the sand.

But he doesn't mind much, walking over to you. You look back at him as he walks forward. You're sat on the sand, watching the waves, then Bakugo.

"What are you doing here?" You say swiftly, unfriendly as you stare him down.

He thinks you're so pretty, body clad in that cute two-piece, and your thighs stained with sand. It's hot, his eyes straining the darkness to see the grains glued to the back of your thighs.

"Last I checked, you don't own the fucking beach." He grumbles, sitting down a few meters away from you.

He succumbs to the urge to say more, to fill the silence, to keep you there with him.

"There's too loud." He says, motioning to where the others are yelling and laughing and dancing and swimming.

"What about the other side?" You raise a brow.

"Two many bitches swapping spit." He retorts, sitting with his legs straightened out, palms behind him to support his weight as he looks at you.

You chuckle at that, and you don't turn away from him, leaning on your hand, keeping your eyes on his.

Your eye contact is hot, he thinks.

"You're funny." You say, sighing softly as you turn back to the sea.

He huffs at that. He wasn't exactly trying to be funny, and he likes that. That he can make you laugh without trying. He thinks it makes you cuter.

He hopes it makes you think he's attractive.

"No one's here, you know." You turn to him, wriggling your brows mischievously.

His stomach tightens. "What?"

You snort. "Stop blushing, idiot. I'm not gonna make out with you." You're laughing. "Let's skinny dip."

And Bakugo's scowling at you for 1) making fun of him, and 2) that suggestion.

"It's fucking freezing." He scolds. "It's like 8 degrees here."

But you're already standing and grinning. "Aren't you a hero? This is endurance shit." You say, like you're challenging him.

And he's grumbling and huffing, but he's standing and running after you as you're sprinting to the water, untying your bikini. Your top goes flying in the wind as you hit the water, and he swiftly catches it before it disappears.

"Fucking idiot," he's yelling after you, pausing momentarily to drag his shorts down. He's trying to hit the water quickly before you catch sight of his dick. "You're gonna walk back fucking naked!"

"Aww, you're so little." You coo at him, laughing.

"Cause it's 8 fucking degrees!"

You were joking anyways. He's big, even in the cold. But you try not to think of that, not when he's so clearly cold, shivering as you beckon him closer.

"Come over here," you say.

"That's too fucking far. There's crabs. You come here."

You shake your head with a sly grin. "The water level here hides my breasts. So you have to come here."

He scowls at your logic, and you stick your tongue out at him.

"My dicks gonna freeze." But he's waddling in the dark water, making his way to you.

You're silent as he nears, taking in how he towers over you, how his body drowns yours, height wise and chest wise.

.

.

.

"What are you looking at?" His voice is raspy from the cold.

You smile coyly up at him.

His heart stops.

"You."

"Dude, where'd you disappear to?" Kirishima calls to Bakugo as he trudges into the room they are sharing.

But Bakugo's silent, repeating a series of numbers in his mind. He instantly goes over to his drawers, grabbing his phone and instantly punching it in, saving your contact in his phone.

"Dude, is that a fucking hickey?" He shrugs Kirishima off him, making his way to the showers, itching to get in and wash off all the sand from his body.

"I'm never fucking banging in the sand again."

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha bakugou

[hallietblr]

So my conrad request is basically the scene in season 1 where they (jeremiah and conrad) go to pick up the girls after they go skinny dipping but reader is there too and drives home with conrad?and smut but it could also just be fluff if you want

i’ve got you, always | c.fisher x reader

a/n: yay!! another conrad fic :) <3 thank you so much for the request, i loved writing it and i hope you enjoy. i had it super fluffy at first but it kind of took its own turn so i hope it’s ok. also, thank you to everyone for all the support for my writing recently — you guys make my day and i can never thank you enough. i love you all truly!

warnings: slight angst, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and swearing.

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“are you fucking kidding me?!” taylor screams, putting her forearms onto the dock and searching, “i knew those girls were fucking bitches!”

belly and i swim towards her, “what happened?” belly asks,

“your fucking snake friends took our clothes and ran off, that’s what!” taylor hisses, “all that’s left are our phones.”

“they did what?” belly panics, lifting her high high enough to see the dock, “oh my god.”

i feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach and the colour in my face drain away. i didn’t even want to go skinny dipping in hopper’s cove but i did it anyways since taylor and belly along with belly’s friends were going.

“what do we do?” belly asks us, frantically looking around for a possible solution, “there’s a boat cover we could use!”

“are you fucking joking?” taylor scoffs, shaking her head, “absolutely not.”

“i’m calling conrad,” i tell them, grabbing my phone and clicking his name on speed dial.

i hear the girls bicker by me as my hands shake, bringing my phone to my ear, “c- conrad? i need you.”

“where are you?” he asks, concern laced into his voice. i briefly explain the situation as my lip quivers, “please hurry”

“i’ll be there as soon as i can, lovie. hang tight.” he promises before hanging up.

i turn to the girls and tell them that conrad is on his way while belly says that jeremiah is also coming. we patiently wait for what feels like hours in the water. i could feel my hands shaking as i keep myself propped up on the small dock since my legs were exhausted. my eyes were welling up with tears from anxiety — only hoping conrad will get here soon.

after what felt like hours, we heard a car’s engine running and then stop. he’s here.

“bells, n/n, oh my god,” jeremiah pants out, “i came as soon as you hung up.” he tells belly, “conrad is here too.”

on cue, conrad comes up behind jeremiah while holding a plastic bag of clothes, “nicole gave these to me. i hope everything’s in this.”

“thanks guys,” belly says sheepishly, “do you mind turning around?”

their eyes go widen in embarrassment but quickly turn around while taylor, belly, and i climb up onto the dock. we sift through the plastic bag, handing each other our clothes.

i quickly pull on my dry clothes onto my wet, water dripping body. i pull my drenched hair into a messy bun, with water droplets crawling down the back of my neck. the night breeze was freezing on my body. i shiver and close my hands into tight fists in attempt to stop the shaking.

taylor and belly are soon fully dressed again, in somewhat the same state as i was but much more collected than my embarrassed self.

“okay, you can turn around,” taylor tells the two brothers. they face us and motion us to follow them towards the cars.

“i can’t believe that they did that” jeremiah says, his arms crossed over his chest.

taylor scoffs, “i do, i literally called it that they were all bitches.”

conrad lets belly and taylor pass him to follow jeremiah, he gives me a small sympathetic smile and puts a comforting arm around me, “come on.”

we reach the two cars, belly and taylor whispering to each other, “we’ll ride with you, jere.” belly tells him before herself and taylor climb into the jeep. taylor gives me a quick wink before closing her door.

“see you two at home?” jeremiah asks conrad, who nods. the jeep soon pulls away onto the pitch black road and heads towards the fisher summer home.

“you okay?” conrad asks, facing me, “i’m sorry that happened, you didn’t deserve that.”

his hand is on my shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing circles against the material of my shirt. i couldn’t even focus, and not in the typical sense when i’m around him. it’s usually butterflies, racing heart rate, heat on my cheeks, but this felt nearly the exact opposite.

it felt like my heart was being squeezed, my stomach was churning, and my stupid hands wouldn’t stop shaking. my vision was slightly blurry from the tears that were threatening to fall.

“you’re freezing,” he breathes out, “hold on”

he turns away and rummages around in the backseats of his car. conrad turns back to me and hands me a grey hoodie, his hoodie, “take this.”

i slowly take it from his hands, trying with every ounce of my strength to stop the shakiness of my hands. i didn’t want him to see the anxious state that i was in. it was such a stupid reason to be anxious anyways, taylor and belly were completely fine after getting their clothes. pissed off maybe, but not acting the way i was.

i have his hoodie in my hands but i don’t put it on.

“lets get you home, love.” he says but i can barely hear him with the ringing in my ears.

conrad starts walking towards his side of the car, assuming that i was also getting into the vehicle — but i feel frozen. stuck in one place.

why was it getting harder to breathe?

conrad’s hand is on the small of my back and my heart rate spikes up to an unbelievable high level, but not in that way. something is wrong, and my chest is hurting.

my hand goes to my sternum of my chest, slowing rubbing it as my breathing picks up. my body was trembling and my chest was rising and falling at a concerning pace.

“babe?” he stands up from his seat. my legs felt weak yet everything else felt heavy, why is it heavy? i feel myself collapse towards the gravel, but i don’t fall.

conrad was able to get to my side quick enough to prevent me from falling. his strong arms wrapped around me, “hey… hey, what’s wrong?”

i shake my head repeatedly, “i- i-” i stutter out and it’s hard to speak, my throat feels dry and it hurts.

he cradles me on the side of the road, “sh, it’s okay. nice and slow, what’s going on?”

“i c- can’t breathe” i tell him, his finger interlace with my shaking ones. he brings my hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on them,

“you’re okay, love,” he says softly, “you’re having a panic attack.”

my eyes widen, i’ve never had one of those before. i shut my eyes in fear. my breathing doesn’t slow down for a moment, if anything, it feels like it’s going even faster now.

“look at me,” he whispers, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, “baby, look at me please.”

i open my eyes to look into his blue ones, “breathe with me, okay? nice and slow.”

i watch as conrad takes a deep breath, i try to but i don’t think it’s even possible to breathe.

“in,” he inhales, i attempt at copying his actions by taking a breath of air in, “and out.”

exhale.

my breath trembles out of my lips, he slowly nods, “just like that, in…. and out.”

we take a few more deep breaths together, until mine regulates again. conrad smiles at me, “there you go, now do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

i swallow, “i didn’t even want to go skinny dipping with the girls, i don’t fit in with them. they’re all so pretty and fun and everyone loves them. i’m nothing like them.”

a tear slips from the corner of my eye, conrad is quick to wipe it away, “so, i thought if i did it then maybe i’ll be like them. i thought they liked me too, fuck’s sake i’m so gullible. they all left! with me naked in some stupid cove.” i cry out, burying my face into my hands.

“oh, baby,” conrad coos, “sh…” he places a kiss on my hair.

he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my torso and placing his chin on my head, “you don’t deserve that, and you’re perfect the way you are. i don’t want to hear any of that ‘no one likes me’ shit, ok? because i do.”

“wh- what?” i ask, looking at him with watery eyes.

“i think you’re amazing just as you are,” he repeats, “you’re my y/n, i don’t want you to be one of those debutante sheep. i love you as y/n.”

my heart fills with so much love, i reach up to pull him into a kiss. he kisses me back immediately, his hands trailing up from my waist to cup my face.

“lets go home, yeah?” he asks after pulling away, “lets get you showered and into some comfy, warm, and dry clothes. we can cuddle and watch a movie. sounds good?”

“sounds perfect.” i blush, i finally pull on his grey hoodie. it falls to my mid thigh and it smells like him; cologne, cigarettes, and ocean water.

conrad helps me to my feet and opens the car door for me, “oh, and conrad?”

he looks down at me and hums, “thank you for coming to get me.” i say to him.

“i’ve got you baby, always.” conrad responds with a kiss before closing the car door.

#tsitp x reader #tsitp imagine #conrad fisher fanfiction #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad x reader #conrad fanfic #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher fluff

[milkibabe]

♥ family camping trip w/ kenny (headcanons) ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny HCs

𝒮𝐹𝒲

Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x reader smut #south park hcs #south park #south park smut #kenny mccormick

[kooktrash]

my dear friend | jeon jungkook

summary | just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

warnings | friends to lovers, pining, vague term of friends, SMUT, jealousy, drinking, skinny dipping, both fall around the same time, Jk doesn’t feel good enough, jk is a fuckboy, experienced reader, oral (f and m), riding, missionary, mirror sex, heavy petting, protected sex, aftercare, name calling (teasing), college au, everyone is very open talking about sex

[ lighthearted not really angsty]

Cold. Cold. Cold. Just like Cage the Elephant said but in the most literal sense of the phrase. Fucking freezing to be exact and it was all thanks to stupid Jeon Jungkook.

You pushed through the water surface gasping as a puff of cloud appeared in the cold air. You hissed at the cold water, teeth chattering as you swam to the shore all while shouting, “This is the worst fucking idea you’ve ever had!”

“I know!” He has the nerve to laugh as he followed close behind, “But you’re the dumbass who did it with me.”

Fair enough. You ignored him trembling with shivers down your spine as you dragged yourself onto the grassy shore, one hand to your chest and the other concealing your lower privates. Hopefully Jungkook was more occupied by his own slippery run through the grass to check out your completely exposed butt. One can only hope. He sprinted past you covering his own junk as he reached the piles of clothes first.

With your back turned toward him you picked up your undergarments shimmying them on looking for your shorts. You walked further down the grassy lawn in search for your t-shirt still shivering when cold water droplets fell onto your bare back and bra from your hair. Your teeth once again shattering hugging yourself. Jungkook came by next to you, “Where’d you throw it?”

You looked up, more toward the block of trees as something black ran past you. Your jaw dropped as he followed your gaze mimicking you now. A fucking raccoon… it just ran away with your t-shirt. Without another word a shirt was flung at your frozen state and you whipped your head around to your friend.

He was picking up his shoes and socks not bothering to put them on—nor bothering to zip up his jeans that hung loosely on his hipbone exposing the fine hem of Calvin Klein briefs. Alright Mark Wahlburg pack it up.

Still, you slipped his oversized t-shirt on pulling your wet hair through the hole and trying to wring water out as you both began walking back to the deck filled with party goers cheering you both on.

“You guys are fucking crazy!” Jimin laughed loudly pulling you both in for a hug, “It was cold, wasn’t it?”

“Freezing,” you trembled walking past him toward the table of alcohol hoping to find something that’ll burn your throat enough to warm you up.

“Holy shit it’s Dumb and Dumber with you two. I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Taehyung came to you pouring the drink for you himself, “How’d he even convince you?”

“Homemade dinner every night for a week,” you told him simply making him laugh. “You drive a hard bargain.”

It really was that easy. You had already been slightly drunk and Jungkook was too. So when he started standing on a table claiming he had the best idea in the entire world that’d be so damn fun and exciting. He really did manage to have everyone’s attention until the words skinny dipping left his stupid lips. Everyone told him off saying the water was too cold but no, apparently a hoe never gets cold so he wouldn’t feel shit. Then everyone was yelling at him to do it by himself then but in pure stage fright he immediately looked to you begging you to do it with him even as you shielded your face away acting like you didn’t know him.

But he made the ultimate offer, making you dinner for a week straight, home cooked meals, and well you simply couldn’t refuse. Living off ramen had certainly been exhausting and who were you to turn down your friend’s offer to make you something worthwhile? So for obvious reasons, you succumbed to it and followed him across the lawn shredding articles of clothing running straight toward the freezing lake.

“Hey, you can crash here if you want just don’t tell everyone. I don’t want randoms asking to sleep here,” Jimin said to you later on once the buzz died down a bit. You only nodded continuing your one man game or jenga hidden away in the living room while everyone else was outside. You’re currently ending your wonderful spring break at Jimin’s lake house—or well his parent’s lake house. They let him use it this weekend and in pure college boy fashion, he threw a rager. Thankfully for you, you were close enough friends with Jimin that you wouldn’t be one of the ones kicked out at the end of the night back to the forty minute drive to Seoul. You’d just go home tomorrow morning with one of the guys or girls you knew.

Jimin let you have one of the guest bedrooms, it also gave you a good escape when the party was still going but you were tired. The plunge into cold lake water really tires a bitch out. So, you did what a sensible person would do, and immediately plopped down on the Queen sized bed going on your phone to start your pre-bedtime routine.

Of course you just had to fall asleep like that, completely slumped, phone still in hand and definitely not connected to your charger. But the constant replay of some tiktok wasn’t enough to wake up, the constant smacking on your shoulder and whisper of your name was by far enough. It even jolted your ‘fight or flight’ instincts, a hand immediately sticking out to swipe at the monster your mind conjured up.

“Ow, you bitch!” Jungkook hissed hand on his thigh feeling the burn of the smack that almost knocked him down. Your eyes propped open, no monster, just Jungkook. You groaned pulling the blanket off your face, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t sneak on a bitch while she’s sleeping.”

“You left the door unlocked dumbass,” Jungkook huffed still leaning over you in the dark, “And I’m trying to sleep here so scoot over.”

You didn’t budge, refusing to move for him, hell if anything you just spread yourself out even more. You buried your face back into your pillow proving your point even further but it went over his head. He didn’t care, if not just felt challenged. So, he did what any sensible person would do, and pushed your leg over to your other one and rolled you onto one side so he could shimmy himself under the covers. “What the fuck! Go sleep on the couch or something, you move too much in your sleep!” You whined, half asleep and definitely delirious as you began to shove him but the boy did not budge.

“Fuck no, I got stuck with the couch and hoes won’t leave. Now go to sleep before I puke on you.”

“What?”

“I don’t know I’m drunk, go to sleep.”

Jeon Jungkook, your dear old friend.

It was your third bowl of food, Jungkook really did serve up some good ass food. Take it from you and Jimin who were both currently eating it all up while Jungkook glared at you two. Jimin just smiled between mouthfuls, “I’m gonna come over all week.”

That made Jungkook grumble, “No you’re not. I didn’t agree to make you any food.”

You rolled your eyes deciding to poke the bear some more as you turned to Jimin, “Ignore my chef, you can come over.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to argue when his phone buzzed. You reached for it as he rounded the kitchen to where you sat at the counter, “New message from peach emoji, original.”

He snagged his phone back, “I forgot her name, let me see.” His brows lifted, ooo an ass pic with a simple ‘come over’ attached to well. Well shucks, don’t mind if he does. He smirked looking around for his hoodie and keys, “Gotta go, business calls.”

“More like ass calls,” Jimin said more to you making you laugh as Jungkook picked up his things looking back to you, “You know how to clean, right?”

With a roll of your eyes you shook your head, “No. Why don’t you show me how to wash the dishes?” You pointed to the filled sink and he pursed his lips rolling his own eyes in clear lack of amusement before throwing up a piece sign, “Deuces.”

“Speaking of dicks…” Jimin trailed off completely ignoring your confused face, what the fuck? He went on, “When’s the last time you caught some?”

“I’ve sworn celibacy,” you told him lifting a hand in tribute, “I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along.”

“Right…” he side eyed you, “So you’re in a dry spell? That’s no good, we gotta fix that

“When you introduce me to a guy who can last more than three minutes and actually makes me cum then we can talk about lifting it, till then I’m not having sex,” you told him.

“Don’t challenge me because I will take the bait,” he teased, “But okay, so you’ve had some lousy fucks and you’ve sworn off sex?”

“Not really, just put a pause on it. It’s been like two weeks now,” you shrugged finishing up the last of your food carrying your plate over to the sink pile, still ignoring it. “These college dudes aren’t anything but shit in bed and I’m tired of it.”

“I can introduce you to someone,” Jimin shrugged, “Now I wouldn’t know personally, but from what I’ve heard he’s pretty great in bed.”

“Right…” it was your turn to side eye him with narrowed eyes, “I don’t judge your tastes but I also don’t pass around between friends.”

“Bitch! I said it’s what I’ve heard,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “He’s a coworker of mine, hopeless romantic, but if what my friend Mina says, he’s good in bed too. Want me to introduce him to you?”

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I’m not really stressed on finding someone to hook up with but thanks for the offer.”

The conversation drifted away to some other shit as Jimin hung around your places scrolling to Netflix movie choices. You see, you met Jimin first from the group. You met at a party when he accidentally tripped over you when you were bent down petting the host’s dog and he apologized for it a gajillion times. He also took you under his wing introducing you to other people and refusing to let you go back to the Husky you’d been petting after finding out your friends ditched you.

Through him you met Taehyung and Hoseok too, even Jungkook. And funny enough, you ended up closest with Jungkook. Of course there’s still some things you’d feel more comfortable telling Jimin something or vise versa where you’d prefer talking to Jungkook instead, but they were up there on your friends list. Considering they both had obnoxious roommates they spent most of their time at your place when they weren’t busy with something else. You didn’t mind though, except for the times you had to quite literally send them home.

With neither of them could you say you were just friends. Jimin was a die hard flirt and Jungkook a fuckboy so there’s definitely been a round of drunk make outs here and there, hell, sometimes with Taehyung too. What can you say? You’re a drunk kisser. You all met in college and considering you were all from out of town with no friends in the city it was pretty easy to gang up. You wouldn’t change that for the world. You trusted the boys and a few girls with all your heart and they kept their word as true friends no matter how annoying they were.

So on Monday when spring break was over and class started again you could only hope someone you knew was hanging around in one of your classes—unlikely since you had different majors—but hopeful.

“Scoot over,” Jungkook told you once in the lecture hall. You looked up at him with relief but shook your head no, “I want the end seat. Easy escape.” You pointed down the clear path to the door and he grumbled. He lifted the end of your chair picking it up to push you in as he walked behind you to the empty seat next to you.

“I didn’t know you needed this extra credit too,” he referred to your psych class you were currently in, an extra credit indeed. You just shrugged in response scrolling away on Instagram mindlessly filling in with conversation, “How was Princess Peach?”

“Peachy,” this time he shrugged, “How’s the whole ‘nun’ thing working out for you?”

You smiled bitterly. Of course all the horn dog friends of yours would think it’s weird you’re purposely not having sex, “Going great but Jimin keeps trying to get me to hook up with his coworker.”

“Why?” He chuckled taking out his notebook smirking briefly to the girls who filled his other side in their seats.

“Something about his amazing bedroom skills, might just take up the offer,” once again you brushed it off like it was a casual conversation. Jungkook just nodded clearing his throat a little, “Already thinking about giving in?”

“Yeah,” you said shamelessly, “He comes with good recommendations, I simply cannot refuse.”

The class went on like usual, just a brief introduction to the term and then boom, onto the first learning unit. You ignored Jungkook throughout the hour and a half jotting down notes even as he poked your side with the end of his pencil.

He looked back to you, eraser pushing into the soft flesh of your thigh repeatedly and when you didn’t look at him. When that didn’t work he moved in to digging around in your pencil pouch arranging your things out on the table. He looked to you to see if you’d finally given him attention but nope. So, he moved his hand to the back of your neck, a few strands of hair in hold and tugging on it.

Finally, you brought your hand back over his pinching the skin of his knuckles until he winced in pain and withdrew his hand, holding it in his other glaring down at you, “Ow.”

By the end of class you were gathering your things up already ready to head out when you looked over to Jungkook. He was currently flirting with the two girls who sat next to him, asking if they could go to him with any questions in class. As if he could help, it made you laugh, literally.

He turned back to you, “What’s so funny?”

“Your face,” you stick your tongue out at him swinging your bag onto your shoulders and walking away. Jungkook waved goodbye to the two girls as he ran out of the classroom after you, a hand on your waist tugging you back into him, “You’ve got attitude today.”

You just shrugged your shoulders, you didn’t think you did. If anything Jungkook is just annoyed you didn’t give him any attention in class right now. He smiled, “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” You whipped around to face him, brows scrunched together, “Of what?”

“Of all the chicks around me. You’re jealous, just say it,” Jungkook smirked hitting his arm against yours, “It’s okay honey bunny. You already know you’re first in my heart.”

“Jungkook I don’t care who is around you,” you rolled your eyes. He smiled, “Sure you don’t. Look, say the word and I drop them all.”

“What word?” You asked walking through the court yard to your next class, Jungkook hot on your trail. He smirked knowing he would soon be getting on your nerves, “Fuck. That you wanna fuck me.”

Your jaw dropped as you stopped for a second to stare at him in disbelief, “You’re disgusting. Now leave me alone I gotta get to class.”

He huffed pulling you back into him wrapping his arms around you so you couldn’t escape. He lifted you off the ground making your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as other began to stare at you two. He didn’t care though, hoisting you up over a trash bin, “Say that I’m disgusting again, I dare you.”

“You’re disg-ahh!” You clawed at his neck curling yourself into him as he moved you closer to the bin filled with god know’s what. He laughed at the way you cling to him like a koala, “Say that I’m the hottest, bestest friend you’ve ever had.”

“I have to get to class!” You groaned tightening your legs around him. He smirked mischievously, one arm wrapping around your waist keeping you in place instead of prying you off as he took a step away from the trash bin. You were definitely getting weird stares now but he simply did not care, “You’re cute when you’re mad honey bunny.”

“Uh… is this a bad time?” Hoseok’s brows furrowed as he slowly came to a stop. Jungkook set you down and you sprinted toward Hoseok, “Thank God you’re here. Something is seriously wrong with Jungkook.”

“I bet, what’s your next class?”

You showed him your schedule and he nodded. Jungkook retreated, “I’ve got a tattoo appointment later and then I’ll come over for dinner. Unless you wanna come.”

“I’ll go with you,” you shrugged letting Hoseok’s arm wrap around your shoulders, “I don’t have bus fare anyway.”

“Alright meet me at the gate after your last class.”

So you did, you met up with him again at 3:30 and he walked with you to the parking lot. His appointment was at 4:00 and you two barely made it in time. When you did finally get in he led you over to a couple chairs in the front tucked away from the actual tattooing, “Wait here. It shouldn’t take long he’s just coloring some in.”

You didn’t answer back sitting in the chair he directed you to and immediately slipped on your AirPods tuning him out. He headed over to where his tattoo artist was settled and left you alone. Throughout the time of his tattoos being colored in. Namjoon attempted at small conversation, “That your girl? She’s cute.”

Jungkook had been aimlessly typing away on his phone with his one free hand to even notice Namjoon was talking to him. Obviously he had no girl so he knew for a damn fact that Namjoon wasn’t talking to him. Still, being the nosy type he looked up and around in search for whoever Namjoon was talking, “What? Who?”

Namjoon nodded toward you, “Her. Pretty girl sitting over there. She’s been waiting for a while.” Jungkook finally got a good look at you again, shaking his head, “Nah she’s a friend. Best friend. My dear friend.”

“Alright I get it, she’s a friend,” Namjoon smirked as he went on again.

By the time he got done the Sun had set. He was wrapped up in plastic and sent off after paying to get you. Somehow, you managed to fall asleep, head fallen forward slumped down between your shoulders. Rolling his eyes he flicked your forehead, a jolt shooting through you as your body jumped up. He smiled in triumph in scaring you and motioning toward the door with his head, “Let’s go Stink. I’m hungry.”

“I’m starving,” you yawned stretching your arms out as you stood following him out the door that he held open for you. Once in his car you immediately knocked the seat back not bothering with a seatbelt. Jungkook reached over you tying you in himself letting you flip onto your side and fold your arm under your head as a pillow. He kept the music off, tapping away at the steering wheel to block off the silence. All that was hear was the tapping and light snores. He smiled a little getting his phone out and going to camera. He snapped a picture letting the light adjust switching his gaze from the road to his phone.

Then, Jungkook moved to video pushing the small red circle keeping it up in your face to capture the sound of your snores. He was so gonna make fun of you for this later. When he pulled up to your house he woke you and made dinner, Jimin coming over to feast.

The first week flew past in a rush, and with the first week of second term complete you were in need of a drink. Luckily for you, college kids all share one brain cell when it comes to plans for the weekend so multiple parties were always on tow. Hence why you were currently riding with Taehyung and Jimin to one.

You were already a little tipsy from the pregame at Taehyung’s but you planned on getting more than just buzzed tonight. You don’t know if it’s because of the lack of sex but lately you’ve just felt drained. Or tense, a little moody too? You’re not sure ask Jimin he’s the one who’s been complaining.

So, the second you did finally arrive at the rando’s apartment you went straight for the liquor counter. You checked cups and bottles, smelling some of the sodas and making some concoction for yourself. Jimin and Taehyung were already off doing their own thing but to be fair you practically ran away to the kitchen. A hand came down softly on your back, close enough to whisper in your ear, “Thank God you’re here.”

You looked to your classmate, Soomin, recognizing a face in the crowd of strangers from campus. She sighed, “My friends ditched me, mind if I hang with you for a few?”

You shrugged it off smiling as you shower your drink, “Want some?” “Sure.” Now, you’ve only just met Soomin this week in your Psych class. She was nice and kinda funny so you didn’t mind hanging with her a bit. Sometime you felt like you needed more girl friends anyway, you can’t just rely on the guys.

You mostly sat on one of the only couches around talking about anything that came to mind, the conversation changing every couple minutes when something new catches your interests. You had practically forgotten about the two dudes who brought you knowing they’d be off somewhere flirting or playing some drinking game. That’s what you thought, but loud slamming erupted from outside that hinted at maybe their attention being out there. You and Soomin shared a look, a mutual understanding as you both stood too nosy not go check it out and went out.

Outside you weren’t surprised in the slightest to find Jungkook there, some guy yelling in his face and a beer pong table knocked on its side. Great, Jungkook is going to get in another fight. When did he get here anyway?

“Listen man I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, and it was like a month ago,” Jungkook said holding his hands up in surrender. Jimin and Taehyung were behind him assessing the situation, probably trying to figure out if they needed to step in or not. You stood to the side with Soomin trying to hear their argument.

Their talking was muffled but you can tell Jungkook was trying not to blow off. He probably really didn’t know that whatever girl he slept with had a boyfriend. Jungkook had a tendency to get hot heated when drunk and usually he wouldn’t back down from a fight when someone accused him of something—but tonight he looked genuine. He really was trying to restrain himself for letting his voice raise and his anger deep through. You couldn’t see the clearly, just the motion of the guy’s hand coming toward Jungkook.

Then, a splashing sound followed by some gasps. The guy shoved Jungkook in the pool. This time the crowd did press forward, closer to the scene and you were able to cut through. Taehyung was reaching out his hand to a now drenched Jungkook as he ignored it hauling himself over the ledge. The spring night was chilly and with wet clothes he was shivering, instantly tugging the soaked shirt off so he wouldn’t freeze. You turned to Soomin, “I’m gonna see if he’s okay.”

She just nodded letting you go off toward him. You approached just as he was standing to his feet shaking some water out of his hair as he crumpled his dripping shirt in his hand, ignoring everyone’s concerns. Mmm, maybe you should just give him some space in case he’s mad.

Nah. “Went night swimming without me?” You teased knowing it’d annoy him, which it did. He glared over at you but came to a stop waiting for you to catch up to him, “I didn’t know you were here.”

You ignored him walking with him toward the sliding doors to inside, “You gonna go beat that guy up?”

“Nah, he’s drunk and mad his girl cheated on him,” he shrugged it off cutting through the crowd straight for the front door, “But I for real did not know she was taken. You know I’m not a home wrecker.”

This time you shrugged, not fully believing him but not questioning it either. You looked at the front door, “So you leaving?”

He shook his head, “I’m gonna go change and then come get drunk. Wanna come with?” So you followed him down to the parking lot waiting in his car as he rummaged through his gym bag pulling out a fresh set of clothes and changing outside, not caring if he was hot or not. Your curiousity was eating at you so you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it Peach?”

“No, some chick named Jia,” he said switching his socks now in the backseat and slipping on his work out shoes, some worn out converse. He wore sweats now with a black crew neck sweater.

“Let’s go,” he took your hand dragging you upstairs again, and unlike Taehyung and Jimin, he didn’t let you run off on him. You looked around for Soomin unable to find her as Jungkook poured some drinks for you, “Wanna dance?”

She must’ve left or something so you nodded already walking off expecting him to follow. And no, you did not do any grinding or twerking—not at first anyway, if anything it was just fun. Jungkook pretended to be a mime trying to embarrass you as he broke free from a box or the robot, Krumping around you, anything really.

“Stop!” You whined pushing at his chest as he tried to keep a serious face doing vogue hands around your face as he circled around you. He laughed now ignoring the weird states he received, he was Jeon Jungkook after all. One of the most popular guys on campus without a single fuck to give. And a lot of people got bored of it pretty soon and he was able to act stupid with you more freely.

As the upbeat song ended and a slower one came on you actually started to move a little instead of just laughing at Jungkook. It was one of your favorites, the kind that makes you dance in front of your mirror at midnight just to see how you’d look doing it. Jungkook smiled finally getting you moving a little bit and he copied your rhythm reaching for your wrist and pulling you into him. You both stood face to face still laughing a little singing along to the lyrics as the hand that held your wrist lifted turning you around.

With his arm now around you he used it to push you back into his chest and you being lost in the moment melted against him, hips finding position and fitting together like a puzzle. His other hand found purchase on your hip, finding rhythm with you as you practically grinded back against him. Your head leaned back on his shoulder singing along as he closed you in with his arms tracing your sides pushing his face into the curve of your neck singing.

It was getting hot, his warm body practically molding into your backside and his hands caressing you, fingers tugging on the end of your shorts and shirt every now and then making them rise. You didn’t even question it when he dragged you away when the song ended, pulling you into one of the rooms sitting down on the couch by the window instead of the bed.

“Your hair’s still wet,” you slumped back into the couch letting your hand run through his damp hair. He leaned into your touch smiling a little, “Got what I deserved I guess.”

You laughed swinging your legs onto the couch, Jungkook reached for them setting them down on his lap, fingers tapping on your shins like a drum. You looked at the window behind you, city lights illuminating your view and for a second you were able to blur out the music from the party just outside the room. You sighed, “You gotta be more careful.”

“Hm,” he threw his head back and to the side looking over at you, a hand sliding toward your knee, holding your legs on him, “I swear I didn’t know she had a man. She wasn’t acting like she did.”

“Still,” you shrugged. He sighed, “I don’t purposely go for chicks with boyfriends. If they’re flirting with me and throwing themselves at me I just assume they’re single… or easy.”

“You always have liked your easy ones,” you teased a little but it fell short when he shook his head. “Easy is boring.”

“I mean you’re easy too,” you told him playing with the black ring on his pinky. He nodded, not bothering to argue sliding his hand up your thigh and lifting his finger for you to pull the ring off. It was big, you swirled it around on the tip of your index finger. He leaned closer sliding the ring down until it sat at the hilt, a small gap from the size of it. His hand stayed on yours for a second looking up at you.

Your legs were still over his lap, his other hand on your thigh now as he held your hand. His eyes went down to your lips for a second, a blur of thoughts racing through his head all about how soft you were. So, he did what he did best, and went for it.

You watched Jungkook leaning over you, jaw protruding stretching his neck as he brushed his lips against yours. You flinched back for a second making him halt, but one look at his parted lips and you were leaning back into him. His lips parted against yours, a slight huff of breath escaping as he used the hand holding yours inside it to pull you forward applying more pressure to the kiss.

His head tilted to the side, hand sliding to the back of your neck knotted in your head as he deepened the kiss. Hot breath pushing against yours his tongue trailing your bottom lip, coaxing you as he twirled his finger with the hair on your nape.

Tongues meet, his circles around twice before retreating to allow him to close his lips on your bottom pouty lip. A soft suction followed by graze of teeth causes you to pull back a little. With his other hand still on your thigh he slid it under you until you got the hint and scooted over his lap.The arm now around your waist anchors you against his lap, your slow-rolling hips the only movement allowed. A sharp nip at your bottom lip and you gasp. He seizes the chance to roll his tongue along with yours. The sealed lips holding his groan in when your hips push down particularly hard against his growing member. Your hair falling down around you two blocking you from the outside world as you cupped his cheek.

He shifts his head to the side, noses rubbing against one another. The cold metal of his piercing hitting your lip but it was easy to ignore. Jungkook’s sole focus was on your lips, fingers digging into your waist at his growing desire. He pushes air out his nose before swiping his tongue along your mouth once more, capturing your lips over and over in frenzy trying to turn you on his lap so you straddled him instead but you didn’t budge.

You pull away desperate for breath and a moment to catch your bearings at his unrelenting attention. His lips twitch seeing the soft pink on your lips and around your mouth, lip piercing rubbing your skin. Dipping his head down, he trails kisses along your jaw down your neck sucking flesh, the need to mark you primal. A beep sounded behind your back causing something in the deep recesses of your mind telling you to pay attention. Jungkook ignored it, hand sliding under your chin trying to turn your attention back on him so his lips could kiss yours again. You almost ignored your phone, until it buzzed in your butt pocket drawing you away once again.

You slid off his lap taking the phone and answering, “Hey.”

“Where you at? Jimin’s gone off with some chick and I’m trying to go home,” Taehyung yelled over the loud music, “Am I still dropping you off?”

You were panting slightly looking over to Jungkook as he leaned over you trying to pull you back to him when you lifted a hand to stop him. What were you even doing right now?

“Helloooooooo, you there?” You stood up, clearing your throat letting Jungkook stumble into your side of the couch looking over to you as you pushed your hair behind your ear, “Yes, I’m going. I’ll be right out. Just give me a second.” With that he hung up.

“You’re leaving?” Jungkook asked, confusion evident on his face as he went to stand up, “I’ll take you home.”

“N-no, no that’s okay. I’m riding with Taehyung,” you told him looking around to see if you left anything behind. He looked at you with furrowed brows reaching out for you but moved away, “See you later?”

“Y/n wai—“

He couldn’t even argue with it when you were already out the door, practically flying out. He sat there for a couple minutes, trying to process what just happened. Sure, you and him would kiss every now and then when you were both super drunk and it was always just a tiny peck here or there. It was never anything like the make out you both just had, and to say neither of you were even that drunk is the crazy part.

He’s not even sure what came over him when he leaned in the first time but after having you up close like that leaning back into him he almost melted at the touch. The last thing on his mind was that it was you, his dear friend that he couldn’t get enough of. And if Taehyung hadn’t called he’s not even sure how far you two would’ve taken it considering how turned on he was getting from just a make out. So turned on that he needed release now.

He came out of the room a little after you ran out on him, the party still in full swing completely unaware of how he just made out with his best friend and liked it. Unaware of how you literally ran away from him when you realized what was going on and it made him need a drink. He wasn’t leaving yet, he had too much on his mind and sitting in the car letting his thoughts take over wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“Jungkook!” A hand reached out to the sleeve of his hoodie capturing his attention, “Hi I’m Soomin, we have class together. I was wondering if you knew where Y/n went? I had to get more alcohol and I can’t find her.”

“She left,” he muttered giving her a once over. Cute, he thought. His eyes went to her lips, thin slightly chapped but not too bad. Definitely didn’t look as soft as yours and he doubted they’d feel as plump biting into them the way yours did. Her hair wasn’t the right length either, nothing for him to run his fingers through like yours bu—Jungkook stop. Forget the kiss, Y/n’s your friend. He chugged the rest of his drink down looking over to her, “Wanna dance?”

You spent the weekend at home, trying not to go out with your friends to give yourself some ‘you’ time. Unfortunately, that meant you were spending a lot of time thinking. Thinking wasn’t too bad until you thought about Jungkook and the text he sent you that you ignored because what in the actual fuck?

Wow, you need to set a reminder to never get drunk with Jungkook and sneak off to a room together ever again. Nothing against the guy but whew, that was definitely something. It was good, really fucking good but he was your friend and you knew him too well to even imagine him thinking about it ever again. That’s just how Jungkook is. He likes to have fun, he likes to experiment and doesn’t really care with who. If he can get his hands on a willing participant he will and this time around it just so happened to be you. And you being just a little tipsy allowed it to happen because he’s your friend and neither one of you ever really take anything serious.

You refuse to catch feelings for your friend—even if he takes care of you and makes you feel special when he carries you out of his car because you’re too tired to walk.

Monday afternoon you got to class a little early, listening to music acting busy for when Jungkook came in. You wanted to see how he’d act. If he’d act like it was no big deal or if he was going to ignore you or what. Soomin came in with a smile when she saw you, taking the seat behind you, “You won’t believe what happened Friday.”

“What happened?” You asked turning around to face her. She sighed happily, “Well, after you had gone off with Jungkook my friends dragged me with to get more alcohol and when I came back I was looking everywhere for you.”

You nodded waiting for her to continue her story telling as she smiled, “Well I found Jungkook later on and he told me you had left so I was super bummed out because I didn’t even get your number. Anyway, Jungkook asked me to dance one thing led to another and we hooked up in one of the bedrooms.”

Freeze. Rewind. Pause. They did what now? You you didn’t say anything for a second. Hold on, the same night you and Jungkook had been making out grinding on each other he decided to go fuck Soomin the second you left? You felt stupid for being surprised, as if he wasn’t the type to pull that sort of Shit. Like come on, you’re his friend, you know what kind of guy he was.

Oh God. He just made out with you until someone else came along. Oh God. You fell for it, you were one of the ‘easy’ ones to him. You’re so stupid.

Soomin noted your silence, “You’re not mad are you?” It snapped you out of your thoughts, laughing a little as you shook your head, “God no. I was just trying to remember what happened on Friday.”

“Okay good, I’m not gonna lie I didn’t even think I was his type,” she chuckled nervously brushing her hair back, “You know, I always figured his type was girls like you. The pretty type, the kind that will do fun things with him even if they’re stupid.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re the pretty type too. I think you’re his type if that’s what you want.” You excused yourself turning back around in your seat just in time to watch Jungkook walk in, he gave you a shy smile coming over to his seat, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you got your laptop and notebook out watching the professor walk in. He looked back to you, not once glancing back to Soomin. He stalled a bit, getting himself situated looking over to you. You didn’t glance at him, he bit his lip nervously clearing his throat, “So the other night.”

“Shh, lesson is about to start.” You didn’t even look at him. You couldn’t. You were embarrassed, not because of Soomin but because of the kiss. Because of how stupid you were for overthinking it and wondering if it meant something to Jungkook. If he actually had a reason for it or if he was just doing it because it’s what he did. Clearly it meant nothing to him so you followed along, acting like nothing ever happened out of the ordinary.

He tried talking to you throughout but you would just ignore him. So when it ended and you sped out the door he was right there behind you trying to get you to talk to him, “So uh I’ve got another appointment later if you wanna come with. Maybe we can catch a movie after?”

“No thanks I was thinking of calling up Yoongi, haven’t see him in a while.” Okay…

“We’re good, right?” He asked bluntly stopping his pace forcing you to stop too. You chuckled turning back to look at him, “What? Why wouldn’t we be? Because you slept with Soomin?”

His mouth parted in surprise and he took a step forward, “Okay look I can explain—“

“No worries, I’m not mad at all Soomin told me,” you said walking away again, “But she’s a great girl so if you don’t want anything serious just let her down easy.”

“Y/n, please just give me a second—“ he followed after you, a sense of ‘been here done that’ except this time around he didn’t threaten to throw you into a trash. “I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting Hobi in the library.”

Fuck. He knew he was a fucking idiot. The biggest fucking doofus to ever exist. He swears he wasn’t thinking when he hooked up with Soomin. He was just trying to blow off some tension that making out with you did to him. It was shit anyway. He couldn’t even get it fully hard because he kept thinking about you. Okay and you do turn him on but considering the person he had sex with wasn’t actually you he just couldn’t enjoy it.

He let you run off on him shaking his head in regret. You were friends, he knew that, it was probably for the best he didn’t bring up the other night, right?

you | so tell me more about this freak in the sheet

jimin | me or my friend??

jimin | finallyyyyyy

jimin | nun y/n is gone and I’ve been waiting to set y’all up

jimin | his names Jin

Maybe you just needed to get under someone else so you wouldn’t think about Jungkook and how he’d the last guy you almost fucked. And no, you weren’t mad at Jungkook. If anything you were mad at yourself for overthinking the kiss. It’s not surprising at all that he hooked up with someone else at the party, you were just surprised by how surprised you were by it. As if it’s not typical Jungkook behavior. You were the one overthinking the kiss so it’s your job to try and forget it like he had by sleeping with Soomin.

So you didn’t ignore him or anything, you still hung out in groups and it was fine. You both went to Jimin’s the next day acting normal and like the hickey on your neck wasn’t done by Jungkook. You sat across from him during a round of cards and there was a little bit of tension but nothing too awkward.

“Should I invite more people?” Jimin asked you Jungkook and Hobi. Hoseok was all for it, the more the merrier and you didn’t have anything against it either so it was no big deal. He ended up inviting Taehyung, some girls and even Jin. He managed to send you a wink when he invited him hoping to finally introduce you two. You still didn’t understand Jimin’s obsession with trying to get you two to meet but you weren’t going to fret about it either.

“Jin hyung, so good to see you man,” Jimin smiled widely opening the door up to the guy. Immediately you stiffened with nerves acting busy looking over your group of cards trying not to look at Jungkook either. It’s not awkward in a group but when it’s just you two it did feel a little funky. You just wish it’d go back to the way it was before.

“Come sit,” Jimin dragged him over, some people had already gotten here but you didn’t know them enough to greet so you stayed with the ones you knew. Hoseok was the loudest greeting Jin but he didn’t stick around when Taehyung came long and he rather hang out with him instead.

“Jin this is Y/n and that’s Jungkook,” Jimin finished off pointing toward you. You smiled trying to hide how shy you felt, “You’re all Jimin ever talks about. I think he’s got a crush on you.”

“I could say the same for you,” Jin chuckled liking your forwardness, “I thought you two were dating at first.”

Jungkook didn’t look up from his cards but the grip he held them was enough to dent the cards a little. His jaw clenched but he didn’t react strangely, “Well don’t leave me left out.”

He laughed dryly, “What has he said about me?” He looked to Jin waiting for an answer that he knew would be a lie. He knows what Jimin has been trying to do. He’s heard him try and push you to meet his friend Jin.

The first time he was around when it happened he just brushed it off as Jimin talking too much. That maybe he was just excited to make a friend from work and was just trying to introduce him. The second time it happened he only heard about it from you. You told him how you thought Jimin was trying to set you up with his friend. That time he did actually get a little annoyed. Or no, not annoyed, anxious maybe?

This time around that anxiety was even higher than before. At first he thought maybe he was just worried as being pushed aside as a close friend of yours. This time he can’t say if that’s the reason or if it was just the thought of you going out with someone.

Thankfully for him, Jin didn’t stay long. He says he only wanted to swing by and meet his friends [though when he said it he’d only been looking at you] but Jungkook was happy he left. He scooted over to the space next to you on the floor close enough for your shoulders to brush against each other’s. Could things just stop being awkward?

He looked at you waiting to see if you’d stay or go, and when you didn’t move he leaned down resting his head on your shoulder. You didn’t push him off, looking down at him with an expression he couldn’t read, he hated that. He liked being able to tell your mood but lately he’s been struggling. He let out a snore, eyes closed, “I’m tired.”

“Mmm, you should go home then,” you said lightly giving him a response at least. He took his phone out checking the time, “Maybe I should. Need a ride?”

You shrugged leaning your head down over his, “If you can.”

“I will, but hey, wanna see something funny?” He asked suddenly scrolling over to his camera roll looking up to you to make sure you were watching. He had to scroll a little but he found the picture pretty quickly showing it to him. You gasped, “Ew what the fuck. I look disgusting.”

“It’s cute,” he chuckled swiping left and pulling up the video. He pushed the play making sure the volume was up and letting you hear yourself snore. This time, your jaw dropped turning to him, hand smacking his shoulder, “Delete it you fucking weirdo.” He pretended to think about it shaking his head.

“When did you take that?” You asked giving up quick as fuck knowing he won’t delete it even if you begged. He bit back a smile liking how you two were just talking right now like normal, like friends.

“The night you made me carry you to your apartment.”

“I didn’t make you, you offered,” your eyes rolled tilting your head away from him, he was still leaning on your shoulders, knees drawn up to his chest practically cuddling. He decided to keep teasing, “I didn’t offer, you made grabby hands at me and said you couldn’t get up so I picked you up.”

You didn’t say anything to that, remembering it perfectly even when he accidentally smacked your head against the door. He looked at you, waiting for anything, any sign on where you stood. He couldn’t stop himself, “I’m sorry for the other night. The Soomin part.”

He didn’t get a verbal response from you. He’s not sure how to take it but you just leaned your head against his shoulder, hand coming up and showing him the black ring you’d been playing with all night. He smiled planting a kiss on your forehead sticking his hand up and letting you slide it onto his pinky again. He’d been wondering where it went.

Jungkook did end up driving you home and you were both able to forget what happened for at least a while. Jungkook struggled a little more than you did mostly because of the guilt over sleeping with Soomin. If he would’ve just kept his dick in his pants for one night he probably could’ve gone to see you instead. He was clear with Soomin that he wasn’t looking for anything serious and that he’s sorry if he led her on.

He’s even decided to take your route of celibacy for the time being. The last girl he slept with he made the mistake of calling her by your name and obviously that didn’t end well. Aside from being kicked out of her place naked he also had to stop and think what the fuck was going on with him and why he kept thinking about his friend. So, he’s chilling out a bit and trying to ignore what ever growing feelings he might be experiencing. He was coming to realize that he kind of likes you, or maybe that he’s always kind of liked you. It would explain why you’re one of the only girls he was close to that he didn’t ever sleep with.

And listen, you swear this was unintentional and that it just happened. It really did just happen and though you didn’t do anything wrong part of you felt guilty. For reasons unknown to you because once again, you did nothing wrong. But you kept thinking about what Jungkook would think? What he think about you hooking up with Jin a few days after you two officially went back to normal and you returned his ring?

Look, it was gonna happen. Everyone knew it was gonna happen. You had too much tension built up from lack of sex and then the whole Jungkook fiasco. And yes, he was good in bed, incredibly good in bed but both of you kind of knew it wasn’t going to become anything. It was fun and you got along well enough to trade numbers but maybe it’d just be a hook up kind of relationship or maybe friends.

It went like this, you and him had exchanged number the night you met him and he messaged you later on when you were in bed. All he said was that he understood why Jimin hyped you up all the time and you began texting. It was obviously flirty and well by the third day of texting you invited him over and you fucked. Long story short.

But to be Frank, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook. Honestly fuck Jungkook for making you think of him. If he wasn’t so touchy and warm the other night at Jimin’s then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. If he hadn’t been so close that Friedan you didn’t would have never kissed. If you would’ve never kissed then you never would’ve thought about how easy you probably were to him and it wouldn’t have bothered you that he fucked Soomin the second you left. You were better off as friends too apparently. And everything seemed to go back to normal between you so it was never that big of a deal in the first place.

jungkook | wanna ride with me tomorrow?

Okay, maybe he’s been a little extra clingy with you lately. He’s not pushing any boundaries but he also doesn’t want you mad at him. Not that you were, but he still feels like shit for sleeping with Soomin when he did. He knows that bothered you even if you said it didn’t. Hell, if you went and fucked someone else after making out with him the way you did, he’d be pissed. He’d probably try and fight the guy honestly.

He just wasn’t thinking then. The only thing that had been on his mind was you and how turned on he’d been and he took your running off as signs that you regretted—which you obviously did—so he did what he knew best and had sex to forget about it. But it didn’t fucking work. He couldn’t just fuck his feelings for you away, he tried. He tried to but every girl he was with he just struggled—hence why he’s chilled out on hooking up. They weren’t you and then he hated himself for wishing they were. Like why did he have to get these weird feelings toward his friend?

A friend that he was so comfortable around, who didn’t agree with his one night stands but never made him feel small for it. Who else would sit three hours at a tattoo parlor half asleep just waiting for him? Who else would be the type of friend to skinny dip with him in the middle of the night? Not Jimin or Taehyung that’s for sure.

And while on the topic of discussion, yes, he did in fact check you out the time you went skinny dipping and it fucking sucked having to hide his growing boner from you because he liked everything he saw that night. He’s seen you a handful of times in bathing suits and revealing clothing but that night was a fucking struggle. Not even just you being naked part. But it was the whole thing. The jumping in the cold lake hand in hand laughing and drunk out of your minds.

It was an experience that he went through with you, a core memory that possibly had been the change in the way he looked at you.

Then the night at the party after being beyond fucking embarrassed for being shoved in a pool you found a way to comfort him and make a joke. He had been so pissed off he really had been in search for the guy to beat his ass but when he asked you about it he realized he didn’t even want to. He knew you’d disagree and so he lied, saying he was just gonna get changed—which of course he invited you to go with him. He thought maybe he just wasn’t in the mood to go outside by himself but he thinks now that he really just wanted to spend time with you. He knew you’d be the only one to make the most of his night and you did. He’s the one who fucked up, once again.

you | tae already asked :/

jungkook | but :(

you | :P

you | come over if you’re not busy

jungkook | goingggggg

He was there in a jiffy, smile on his face the whole way over all the way to your doorstep. He knocked before entering, still not waiting for you to answer. He kicked off his shoes waving over to you from where you sat in the living room, “Movie choice?”

“Something scary,” he said going over to your kitchen, “Ice cream or popcorn?”

“Ice cream,” you both said at the same time.

You see, back to normal.

Him sitting next to you on the couch [always a fucking couch], hands on your face, eyes closed [this is not how you watch a movie], lips pressed against each other. His hands slid down to your neck, then to your spine wrapping around your sides lifting your shirt only a little. He was then picking you up, placing you on his lap this time making sure you were straddling him. He exhaled roughly through his nose trying not to pull away as you tongue slipped into his mouth massaging against his.

His eyes were glazed over licking his dry lips panting when you pulled away kissing the corner of his mouth, fingers against his neck as you kissed lower toward his jaw. He bit his lip letting his hands come around to your butt, groping softly, squeezing on accident when you nipped at the skin of his earlobe before sucking love bites into the underside of his jaw. He was turned on, so fucking turned on.

And when you arched your back, chest pushing against his and butt pushing out into his hands he knew it had to stop. He had to stop. He was not going to do this again. “Wait,” he mumbled through the brush of your lips against his own, head slightly following yours when you leaned back. He licked his lips, “I just… what are we?”

Oh. Ohhhhh. You looked down at where your bodies touched. You shook your head mostly to yourself than at him finally snapping out of your ‘Kookland’ trance and realizing what the fuck you were doing again. Kissing your best friend, again. Again proving to him that you were easy. Again probably going to go through him sleeping with someone else right after—or would it be you doing that this time? Maybe call up Jin?

He didn’t fight you when you slid yourself off him tucking your hair behind your ears looking forward. Holy fuck he blew it, again. “I don’t know,” you said truthfully.

“Okay,” he nodded, answer enough, right? He felt the same, so that’s why he felt so fuck stupid for asking, but he had to. He didn’t want to sleep with you. No, no! He did. He really did, but not like this. Not without knowing how you felt, how he felt. He didn’t want you thinking you’d be another one of his hook ups. He wanted you for more than that. He looked over at you taking your hand in his, this time, instead of taking his ring and handing it to you he took his leather bracelet off, sliding it onto your much tighter wrist.

You smiled, not fully understanding what he was doing but it didn’t matter. You let him kiss your wrist and snuggle into your side, driving off to the state of in between. Not yet lovers. Not just friends.

“Jin! You’re here!” You wrapped your arms around the guy surprised to see him here. Once again, you were at Jimin’s lake house. He was throwing a party there again and like last time, you were going to be sleeping over.

“Yeah, only cause Jimin’s letting me crash here,” he smiled, “What about you?”

“Same, I rode with Taehyung and he’s probably staying so I’ll be staying too,” you told him eyes looking around for Jungkook. He stood across the large space with a drink in hand glancing over to you. Shyly, you turned back to Jin, “So what are you drinking?”

He lifted his cup to your lips tilting it enough for you to take a small sip, humming at the taste. He spoke, “Want me to get you some?” You nodded him off, unaware of the presence looming behind you.

A hand came to your hip, “Hey,” the voice whispered into your ear causing you to turn. Jungkook stood there leaning down to be eye level with you, “When did you get here?”

You shied away from him a little, “Just now actually.”

“And the first person you greet is Jin?” He was smiling but it didn’t reach his eyes. Obviously he wasn’t happy that you chose to say hi to Jin first instead of him but maybe he was just being greedy. In your bubble together it was easy to forget you were friends, but outside of it that’s the only way people saw you two. Friends. Good ole’ friends who definitely aren’t making out every chance they get when alone because they just can’t help it.

“He’s the first one I saw,” you tried shrugging it off but it was hard. You haven’t spoken all day and the last time you did talk it was with his lips on yours and a very intimate cuddle seat afterwards. Just friends though.

“Hey Jungkook,” Jin smiled greeting him as he handed you a drink that you immediately began to chug. Jungkook forced a smile, “Hey, what’s up man?”

He didn’t like the guy. Okay, nothing against him and it’s just Jungkook being a sourpuss but nope, he didn’t like the guy. He was too eager to get close to you. 

“Nothing much, we were just talking about where we’d be staying tonight.”

“You’re staying here too?” Jungkook asked looking down at you. Jin nodded, “Maybe Y/n and I can share a room.”

He meant it as a joke. You can tell he meant it as a joke. He had a mischievous smile and everything but it obviously hinted at something. Maybe he could sense something was between you and Jungkook and wanted to rile him up. Or maybe he thought it really wasn’t a big deal since you both got over with it and assumed you would’ve told your friends? Whatever it was, it didn’t sit well with Jungkook. He laughed dryly looking down at you, but you didn’t say anything, hiding behind your cup, “Cozy.”

He didn’t say anything, glaring down at you walking away. Awkward. Jin shrugged, “What’s his deal?”

“No clue.”

He was annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. He squeeze his red cup feeling it crumple under his hold. Alright Jungkook, relax, it’s whatever. Actually, it’s karma for the whole Soomin thing, right?

He didn’t approach you at all from then on. He let you chat it up with Seokjin, watching you lean into him when you laughed or partner with him in some drinking game. He watched you two dance and didn’t care who saw him staring.

“What’s up with you?” Jimin nudged him hard after a round of King’s Cup. Jungkook had been boring holes into the back of Jin’s neck. He pointed with his finger toward you two, still holding a cup in that hand, “Is there something going on there?”

Jimin followed his finger, a smile spreading across his face, “Probably some sexual tension. They’re probably dying to get out of here to fuck again.”

Hold on. Freeze. What?

“Again?” Jungkook looked over to him, “When?”

“Like a week ago?” Jimin shrugged it off, “Hey, you crashing here?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled looking back over to you. It made sense now why you and Jin seemed close, or why you were hanging out with him so much right now. At first Jungkook thought you might’ve been avoiding him since the kiss last night but now he doubts that. It was jealousy that he felt. Big fearful jealousy and matched with his sexual frustration he was ready to pop. He stormed off in your direction, chugging back what little was left in his drink and went to separate you from Jin.

“Kook!” You pulled on his arm just as he cut in between of you and Jin in the middle of your conversation, “Hey?“

“Is there something going on between you and Jin?” He didn’t bother easing into it. He needed to know now. He needed to know if he really never had a chance with you, that he’d always just be a friend and nothing more.

“What?” Your brows furrowed. You had no clue what was up with him. You and Jin shared a look but Jungkook didn’t look at him once, acting like he wasn’t there.

You looked around, his voice was too high someone might hear and bring unnecessary attention, “How much did you drink?”

“Just answer my question ” He said pointing to Jin, “Are you seeing him?

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows opening trying to pull him away to hopefully somewhere more private. He followed like a puppy as you excused yourself from Jin and led him toward the room you slept in the last time you were here.

“Did you sleep with him?”

You didn’t say anything but your silence was so loud. He scoffed, “You like him?”

“What? No, no.” You shook your head, “Not like that. We’re friends.”

“Is it so wrong?” This time he did look over at you, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. How does he even respond to that? Yes he’s mad, because he’s jealous. So fucking jealous of Jin. He huffed, “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?” You rolled your eyes, “It happened once and that was it. We’re just friends.”

“Like us?” he questioned you. He wanted to know but yes, you say you’re friends but you both know you and Jungkook have never been just friends.

“Are you actually mad about that?” You asked watching him slump down on the guest bed, the lights still off and the party music blurred into the background, “Yes, Jin and I had sex. Yes, we’re friends, I didn’t know it was a crime.”

He scoffed, “So what are we then? Friends too?“

“What? I—I don’t know, “ “Think!” He pressed, “Huh? How do you explain what we are?”

“We’re friends,” you said shaking your head, looking up at him as he groaned. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting his voice rasp when he laughed, “Friends…”

He m threw himself back, hand coming over his face to hide the look of hurt he carried falling onto the bed, “Friends. Best fucking friends, right?”

“Please, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” you reached for him making him turn to face you again, now in the darkness of his room.

He let out another scoff, “Tell me then. Tell me we aren’t just friends.”

You were quiet. What were you two anyway? What were you doing together? What were you actually doing?

“What the hell are we?” His voice rose a little, “Why have you been avoiding me all night?”

Your brows furrowed pushing your knees into the edge of the bed, “Jungkook, I haven’t been… I’m sorry.”

“You have,” he looked at you, “All night you’ve spent attached to Jin like I haven’t been here. Why? Was it because of last night? Do you regret it?

“No Jungkook, it’s not that. I’m just confused,” you sighed leaning into the bed sitting on the edge, “You keep asking me what are we and I want to give you an answer and I don’t know. We kiss, you go sleep with Soomin. We kiss again, you tell me to wait and basically don’t want to have sex with me.”

His jaw dropped. That’s what you thought. You thought that because he asked you to wait last night it meant he didn’t want to have sex with you. You couldn’t be more wrong. “You seriously think that?”

You shrugged looking away from him making him sigh, “Y/n, I didn’t want to have sex with you because I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted from you.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No!” He sat on his elbows, “No, no. I don’t just want to hook up and drop it. I want to…” he took a deep breath, “I want to be so much more than friends.”

“Then why couldn’t you say that?” You asked scooting you the bed a little, the bracelet catching his eye. He shook his head, “Because let’s face it Y/n. I’m not good enough for you and that pisses me off.”

“What do you mean by that?” You pressed and you swear you could almost see Jungkook’s walls visibly cracking. He looked away toward the window, “I think part of me has always liked you but I wouldn’t let myself see you that way because, well, I just think you deserve someone better than me, yknow?”

“Like, someone who doesn’t force you to go skinny dipping or get into fights because he slept with girls who had boyfriends,” he shrugged trying to brush off his self deprecation, “And I can’t fucking stand Jin because he’s exactly who I always pictured you with and it pisses me off because it’s not me.”

“You’re stupid,” you mumbled shaking your head, “Jungkook, I don’t care about him like that. I like doing things with you even if they’re fucking crazy, you’re the main reason why I have fun anyway. Obviously there’s things you need to work on but that’s everyone.”

He didn’t say anything but his hand reached out to yours playing with the bracelet he put on you last night. It even said his name and everything that’s why he switched it with the ring. You smiled a little moving closer till your knees touched his hip, “And who else is gonna carry me all the way to my apartment when I’m super tired?”

He smiled, he really did feel special hauling your cute ass out of the car up the stairs to your door. He liked having you with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby bear snoring lightly into his neck. He may or may not have snapped a picture with you clinging off him in your mirror.

“Just so we’re clear Kook,” you sat straighter looking down at him. He was still sprawled on the bed leaning on his elbows for support making his collarbone dip even more and his abdomen tense. “I’m crazy into you.”

His eyes fell to yours, breathing getting heavier. You smile, breathless, heart thudding dully in your chest, he sits up fully now, eyes wide and adoring, stroking a hand on the duvet feeling it wrinkle under his hold. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the large mirror in the guest room reflecting you, and reflecting his hands easing up the backs of your thighs and coming to rest right beneath where the skirt you wore tonight. His hands are hot, damp, and rough when they cup and hold your bottom playing with the thin fabric of your underwear, his eyes locked on yours, “You mean it?”

When you nod he smiles releasing a tight breath as his free hand comes to your chin tilting your face toward him, lips brushing against yours with need, “I like you Y/n, so fucking much.” He leans in, mouth against mouth letting himself fall back against the sheets forcing you to fall over him. He grabbed your thigh swinging it over his lap to straddle him as he held your face in his hands keeping your from pulling away.

You caught him by surprise when you used force to push him back sitting up and holding the ends of your shirt. He watched in a trance the way you tugged the shirt over your head stretching your back a little and flinging it onto the floor sitting over him in the skirt and bra. His hands on your thighs squeezing a little when you pulled on the collar of his shirt. He quickly yanked it off struggling for a moment before throwing it down next to yours. You didn’t lean down to kiss him again and it made him impatient. You kept looking away from him and he felt greedy. He wanted your eyes on him and just him, but when he found the source of your curiosity he practically melted underneath you.

There, just a few feet away was the full body mirror at a perfect angle to face the bed. He could see his long body in nothing but jeans with you over him in your cute skirt sitting on top. You looked at each other through the mirror, one of your hands raising over the ridges of his muscles and pecs. His muscular, tatted, arm holding you in place looking huge against you.

Finally, you pulled away from the mirror looking over at each other. Jungkook’s eyes were darker, gazed over with built up sexual tension and yours looked the same. His hand was back on your thigh feeling the curve of skin from where you sat. Before he was even able to say anything, you leaned in on his collarbone, leaving pepper kisses and soft touches drawing his eyes closed as he squirmed. It felt good. You nipped under his jaw again at the spot that had made him weak last time whispering in his ear, “Watch.”

So he did. He turned toward the mirror again watching the way you moved onto his neck, nibbling on it here and there, earning a soft whimper in return. His hips were bucking slightly seeking friction from this small act but he couldn’t help it. He’d been holding off on sex after he realized he only wanted to sleep with you. And here he was half naked in a guest room with the door locked and a party happening right outside. That made him feel even more on edge knowing anyone could go around asking where you were and they’d find you in bed with him. You began to shimmy down, kissing between his pecs, nails grazing over his nipples and he had to pull his lip between his teeth to bite back a moan.

In the mirror he watched the way your back arched making your butt stick out from under your skirt and he liked it. He liked seeing you like this over him, hands finding the button to his jeans yanking the zipper down. And he lifted his hips enough for you to pull them off, taking his briefs off too. He was fully naked while you still had on everything but a shirt. He’s never been in this situation before.

You had fallen to sit between his patted legs once his jeans were on the floor and he looked away from the mirror to look at you. Your hands went behind your back, as if reading his mind, and shedding off another article of clothing, your bra. He groaned quietly licking his lips at the sight of your exposed chest, hands reaching out to sit up and touch but you shook your head. He watched your hands cup your own breasts, holding the weight teasing him almost to go ahead and touch but when he tried you stopped. He can see what game you’re playing at but he didn’t mind, he’d keep his hands to himself if you wanted him to. He fell back into the sheets when you leaned down, eyes wandering over his growing member that gave a little twitch under your stare.

His breath hitched at the sight in the mirror again, ass up and face so close to his pelvis that he could just imagine what would come next. You turned to his left thigh, kissing on the inner part close to where his aching member waited pointing up to his trimmed happy trail. His chest caving a little when your teeth sank into the sensitive flesh giving his cock another twitch. He felt the slight sucking feeling of your mouth on his thigh and it made him squirm, “Fuck, Y/n,” his head fell into the pillows unsure if he should look in the mirror or down below, “Do something.”

You never expected him to react this way in bed, full of need and want. His muffled sounds, his twitches, and the way he would lean in on the touch it made you jealous to think of the other girls seeing him like this—but they never did. Jungkook never gave up control to anyone and right now that he’s being the pillow princess for once and all because of you, he really fucking liked it.

Jungkook’s hips quivered as you kissed closer toward his member, just at the base and his hand came up to your hair, your eyes shooting him a glare that had him shrinking back. You closed your eyes maneuvering his dick between your plump, soft lips. A palpable, slow throbbing began to envelop his penis as you slid your puffy lips back and forth. His breath hitches looking back to the mirror at the side profile of your head bobbing over him drawing out small gasps for air from him. Then he’d look down again at the sight of his hardened, thick, cock sinking down your throat watching drool and pre-cum dribble down the side.

The veins on his dick feel as hard as stone as you work whatever didn’t fit in your mouth with a hand each stroke making blood rush to his dick increasing the pleasure. You focused on the tip, licking around the thick head licking up what ever slick leaked from the slit and kissing it like it was his lips on yours. It was a sight, his eyes fluttering closed only to snap open scared he’d wake up from a dream and you’d be out there grinding on Jin. When your hand snuck below his erect member toward his aching balls his mouth drew open releasing a gasp, massaging them in your warm hands kissing where they hung before trailing up his length again. He felt heavy and thick but god you could just imagine all the things he’d do to you when you were done with him. “I’m gonna…fuck,” he panted letting his eyes screw shut when you finally decided to let his tip hit the back of your throat feeling it tighten around him. His warning only made you speed up, forcing more inside ignoring the squelching sound of his dick in your throat, one hand jerking whatever didn’t fit and the other fondling his balls. It took him less than a minute to tighten, grip the bed sheets tightly and release a large load into your mouth that you eagerly licked up.

“Fuck!” He whined staring down at the amount, holding himself back lately really put a strain on him if he went by how much he released and how much you swallowed back.

This time he doesn’t stop and wait for you to tell him not to touch you, sitting up and pressing his lips against yours. His hand under your chin and another moving up to cup an exposed breast. His large hand covering more flesh than your own, kneading teasingly as you moved over his thigh again. You looked toward the mirror when he trailed down toward your neck sucking hickies into your skin while his hands groped at your chest making you melt into him. Your skirt was up so high now but he didn’t seem to mind until he was shaking his hands under trying to pull your soaked panties off.

You squealed in surprised at the sudden jerk of movement, freezing in place as the tearing sound continued. He didn’t stop his assault on your neck throwing the now town panties onto the floor. You glared down at him, “Hey! Why’d you do th—ngh.”

His middle finger was sliding over your heat, gathering your wetness as he touched your folds and circled your clit still hidden under the hood. You looked to the mirror, his hand hidden under your skirt as his lips trailed toward your tits catching a taut nipple in his mouth as a distraction for when his middle finger began to push into your entrance, your lips parting in pleasure feeling his palm press against your clit. His finger pushed in deep, hooking at the end as he slid it in and out of your pussy all while his palm massaged into your clit, a second finger joining the first, his ring finger.

A hiss slipped from your lips feeling a light nibble on the softness of your breast, a suckling feeling on the skin looking down and finding his eyes locked on your as he left love bites on your boobs.

It didn’t take long for him to have you on the brink of release, the tightness of your walls around his fingers making his eyes roll in anticipation over what they’d feel against his cock. He brought you to the edge, on hand on your thigh keeping your legs spread for him, the other in your wet pussy, mouth on your tits. The mirror captured perfectly the animalistic curve of his back as he hunched over toward your body, the muscles protruding with every flick of his wrist up his arm. Your eyes rolled, nails sinking into his shoulders for support, his name on the tip of you tongue. “Cum for me bunny,” he whispered groggily against your skin and you immediately folded.

In the urgency of post orgasm he held onto you leaning over to pick up his jeans off the floor finding his wallet. He pulled out a condom looking over to you trying to tear it open quickly. He snipped his finger in the process, “Ow.”

“Slow your roll eager beaver,” you laughed taking it from him tearing into easily. You pulled it out looking over to him as he watched you closely, but the second your eyes met he couldn’t contain his smile. The smile then led to a giggle from you both, your current situation and all the seriousness draining from you both. You’d never been the serious type when together so this whole thing made you laugh. He brushed your hair out of your face, “You sure you want to do this?”

“I already opened it,” you said lightly, pointing to the wrapper ignoring the way his eyes rolled, “Jungkook.”

“Hm,” he sighed feeling your hands begin to ease the condom over his member slowly bringing it to its full hardness. “Do you want to do this?” You asked, his eyes finding yours again lip pulled between his teeth nodding his head, “So fucking bad. But I don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

You planted a soft kiss against his lips hovering over him. He grinds his cock against your coated pussy, shaft swollen out of desperation. Everything has led up to the point, and now he finally has it: the full permission to truly have sex with you, and if it were up to him this wouldn’t be the only time he gets to do it. He puts his hand over yours, grabbing his member with his own. Now teasing his head against your entrance, heat burns inside of his chest, body and mind stimulated and ready to pleasure you. Moaning out your name, he finally slides himself inside of you, embracing your tight cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you sighed out taking him all in, hands flat on his chest even as he sat up sitting you on his cock. Letting out a grunt, he adjusts himself to kiss your sweet lips. Your walls tighten around him in response to his thickness. His hands travel down to yours, holding them both tightly, ��That’s right baby, I want to be the only one making you feel good.”

He looked over to the mirror, where your eyes had been glued and it made his hips buck arms tightening around your waist at the sight. There was the proof of it, what he’d always known. The way your bodies fit together like a finished puzzle. Your legs wrapped around him, your ass sitting so pretty on his cock, hips bouncing, chest pressed against chest, his head in the crook of your neck. His large hands sliding down the expanse of his back. It made him growl against your soft skin quickening his pace.

The wet sounds of your sopping cunt are audible with each harsh press of his cock, bliss to Jungkook’s ears. He groaned, “..T-Tight…” he uttered, plunging his cock in and out, picking up his pace hearing the bed squeak. Neither one of you cared, with the loud music from the party you doubted anyone could hear anyway.

Motivated by your noises, the tempo in his thrusts quickens, as well as the power of each pound. The slapping of his hips and thighs against your own echoes in the room. You could feel his weight on you growing heavy, leaning into you and brushing against your cervix. Your hands in his hair, pulling his head back looking at his parted lips and round eyes, “Kiss me.”

Jungkook felt himself getting closer, your cunt practically milking his cock, as his hand slid up your back to the back of your neck forcing your head down for his lips to meet yours in a heated kiss that left you both panting. He couldn’t take it. He felt restricted under you despite the pleasure coursing through his bodies so without wasting another second he was flipping you over, falling over you onto the bed, knees pressing into the mattress keeping you trapped under him. In the mirror you could see the harsh thrusts of his hips, the muscles in his ass and thighs flexing with each buck.

Your legs cross around his waist, holding him in place as if it were a plea for him to not leave. He thrusts desperately into you, grip on your hands tightening and panting heavily. “Please bunny, tell me you’re close!” He was loud falling into the expanse of your neck, his hand still holding you now trapped under the bed. He felt your nails dig into his scalp drawing out a hiss and you whimpered, “I—I’m cu—“

With one final thrust, he allows himself to cum into the condom when your walls squeeze the soul out of his dick with your release. All that was hear was heavy panting, your skirt now on sideways with the zipper all fucked and his knees pressing bruisingly my into the bed.

It took a moment to come down from your highs but he was careful sliding out of you, the spent condom filled with cum that felt warm and sticky against his softening member. He bit back a hiss in sensitivity as he tugged it off, tying the end of it and throwing it on the wooden floor—a mess he’ll clean tomorrow. He looked down at you, chest heaving in pants as you let your high come down. He looked down at your skirt, all twisted in the wrong places and with gentle hands he tugged the zipper down lifting your hips and sliding it off you. He went toward the closet opening the door finding a towel and he emptied a water bottle onto it wetting it before bringing it to you.

Softly, he pressed it into the space between your legs wiping away your release as you smiled lazily at him. He leaned down placing his lips on yours with a smile, “Was that okay?”

“Mmm,” you hummed letting him spoil you with aftercare as he finished cleaning himself off. He didn’t bother putting clothes back on lifting the ruined bed sheets and tucking you underneath with him next to you. Neither one of you cared about the party outside, you snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he looked to his phone.

jimin | oh u little shits

jimin | where r u guys

jungkook | sleeping

jimin | my ass

jungkook | :P

The next morning you woke up a little sore, Jungkook was still asleep but with the sun blaring in your face like that you couldn’t stay asleep. You assessed the damage in the mirror, lovebites on your chest, and neck. You looked around the floor all your stuff scattered everywhere and you sighed looking at your ruined underwear. Thanks a lot Kook.

Not wanting to wake him up you dig into your overnight bag for the clothes you had planned to wear today, Jimin had given you the heads up to spend the day at the lake after the party. You slipped on your bathing suit and a t-shirt and shorts over it and left the room letting him sleep in.

“You little freaks!” Was the first thing Jimin had said when he saw you coming to the glass sliding door where everyone who had slept over was having breakfast. You just smiled in greeting as Jin passed you a plate. Jimin kept going, “So what? You’re seeing each other now? You know as the third musketeer I am so fucking offended.”

Taehyung laughed, “Three musketeers? More like three blind rats.”

“It’s mice.”

“Yeah but you’re more of a rat.” You ignored him taking a seat next to Jimin thanking Jin for serving you breakfast, “I thought we were quiet.”

“No, not at all,” Jimin shook his head, “That bed squeaks like a motherfucker.”

Shrugging you ate with one hand as the other blocked the Sun out of your eyes. Shortly after two hands came over your head, a warm presence behind you as they leaned down planting a kiss in your hair, “You should’ve woken me up.”

“Pussy put his ass to sle—“ “It did,” Jungkook didn’t even argue stretching his arms out shooing Jimin over so he could sit next to you, “Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

“Lame,” Hoseok groaned, “While I’m throwing up in the bathroom those two are getting freaky in the sheets. I hate everyone.”

“Nobody told you to chug a bottle of Patron.”

Under the table Jungkook swung your leg over his lap reaching over you to steal some toast off your plate. He looked to Jin who was smiling down at his phone then back to you. You pursed your lips and he leaned into you giving them a soft peck ignoring all the fake gagging noises that rose around you.

Jungkook, your dear boyfriend?

::.

okay yalll pls let this not flop like my last fic lolll

also ignore the name calling it’s normal. friends are rude to each other so Jk calling Y/n a bitch in the beginning is lighthearted

#kpop #jeon jungkook #Jungkook smut #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #bts smut

[weird-an]

"So, Hargrove," Harrington says, stretching his long limbs out on the deckchair, water drops glistening on his chest hair, skin turned golden from the sun. "Isn't it a good idea to spend the summer here?"

Billy isn't really sure about that. He isn't exactly friends with Harrington. Spending a summer at the Harrington's summer residence near Sweetwater - because of course they have a whole ass mansion with a giant pool and marble everywhere - was at least better than staying home.

With Neil. Neil who is already calling him useless and a failure before he has even started college.

Harrington asked him, drunk on champagne and the last day of school. Billy can't remember agreeing himself, but Tommy did, loud and obnoxious as usual.

But here? Soaked in sunlight, sipping Campari and swimming in the pool? Having dinner every day, not just scraps from the kitchen or greasy fast food?

Yeah, that's not too bad. Especially when Harrington looks at him like that, with his big brown eyes and crooked smile.

"It's alright," he says, sucking on his cigarette. "Everywhere is better than Hawkins."

"You got no idea how right you are." Harrington throws his head back and laughs. Billy watches his Adam's apple bob. He can, today, because Tommy has pissed off today, too hungover and bitchy for a reason Billy doesn't know or care about.

"C'mon," Harrington gets up and grins at Billy. There's something dark lurking behind pearly white teeth, sending a shiver down Billy's spine. "It's no summer without skinny dipping, right?"

Billy freezes, feels almost caught, like they are back in the locker at school and someone saw him staring.

"It's noon," Billy says with a frown.

"Who gives a fuck." Harrington takes a gulp from his glass, a red drop of Campari stays on his lips.

Billy can't look away. Harrington licks it off. His tongue is pink. Billy wonders what it tastes like.

"C'mon, Billy." Harrington pulls down his swim shorts. "Don't be boring."

"Fuck off." Billy Hargrove is everything but boring. He slips out of his shorts and presses his cigarette out in the crystalline ashtray.

Harrington smiles at him, eyes wandering across his skin, lingering on Billy's cock. Or at least, Billy thinks so. He tries not stare at Harrington's. He can't be that. Not here. Not now.

"Let's get you wet," Harrington says with a wink, taking the bottle of Campari and jumping into the water.

Billy only sees a blur of red and blue - and the pale of Harrington's ass. Suddenly he finds himself in the water too and realizes he has underestimated the depth of it.

#i mean … let steve be a rich brat playing games with billy #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy

[kissitbttr]

Eddie and his Mean cheerleader girlfriend going skinny dipping during school's trip or something, they would be such a menace😩

yes yes yes !!!

although i do think she's the actual menace in this context lol

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“will you stop being a pussy and get naked already?” y/n yells with a playful smile, already tearing her shorts down as she runs towards the water,

“you don’t know for sure that the water is sanitary enough! it’s a lake for gods sake! can’t we just lay here and get high? baby, Higgins won’t even notice” he points at the heavy thick blanket that he just spread,

she rolls her eyes, “we’ve been doing that dozens of time! lets try something different with me edsy!” pulling her sweater off she is left with nothing but a baby blue bra with matching panties before facing him. his eyes immediately lights up with brows raised

“i don’t think i have seen you with that one” he says looking at her lingerie. “your tits gotten bigger, have they?”

“eddie!” she giggles, throwing the fleeced material at him. “language, please”

he catches it in a second, wicked grin on his handsome face. “what? you’ve heard far worse from me than the word ‘tits’. come on, can you just—get out from there! ever heard of pneumonia?”

“sure” she shrugs, chills running down her spine. “get in here! the water isn’t even that cold” she tries to convince him when she knows it’s the exact opposite,

the water is super freezing.

his head shakes, hands on his hips. “nope. sorry sweetheart not gonna happen. I made up my mind.”

she quirks an eyebrow. “are you sure?” her teasing tone comes to play as she keeps an eye contact with her man.

her hands slowly snaking its way to her back before unclasping the bra. she lowers the straps and throw it away to his direction. then her fingers move down slowly to the waistband of her panties, tucking it down like she’s giving a strip show. his eyes nearly pops out of his sockets, quickly looking left and right to make sure no one is watching

“are you out of your damn mind, woman?!” he exclaims, hurriedly walking over to her naked body before —trying his best— covering it, despite the water seeping through his jeans,

“what if jason and the dickheads passes by and caught a glimpse of your tits and that?!” he nods his head to her bare crotch. “no wait, scratch that. my girls. my pretty things.” he emphasizes, hugging her body while he looks over to the back. “or steve harrington? because there’s no fucking chance i would let that happen! you and i both know he has a thing for you!”

“everyone has a thing for me, it’s not news. but it’s you who I’m with right?” she says, trying to console him. yet eddie just looks at her in disbelief for that comment and it makes her giggle,

she presses both hands on his face. planting a soft kiss on his lips to calm him down. “you’re so adorable. but trust me, no one’s definitely coming, baby. they’re probably far too busy burning some mary janes or jacking off to that one blonde camp counselor in the cabin. although jason voorhees maybe…”

“okay you know what, that’s not funny.” he answers sternly, looking over her shoulders to make sure no serial killer on the loose,

“ugh! lighten up you little shit!“ she groans. “I’m literally naked with my tits out and all, and you’re not even going to budge? get naked with meeee” she whines, giving him her best puppy dog eye and a pout, tugging his shirt a little.

eddie isn’t gonna lie. the sight of her with dampen hair, naked and wet body begging for it to be touched is turning him on like crazy. not like it’s all new to him. she could be wearing a freaking potato sack and he’d still think she’s the sexiest girl ever.

plus, she looks so damn cute doing that with her lips

“fine” he grumbles with an eye roll. discarding all of his clothes in quick motion. “you’re so lucky i love you” with a mumble, he throws away the rest of his clothes

“i love you baaack” she sings, letting out a playful moan when she sees his naked self. “oof, hubba bubba! look at that ladies and gentlemen. hottest rockstar alive about to get freaky with his girl! better hide your wives!”

“don’t hide your cock from me!” she swats his hands when he’s awkwardly trying to cover himself,

he blushes, then suddenly hissing when the water hits him. sending chills down his spine.“fuck, you were lying weren’t you. It’s so cold! how are you even holding up?”

“i don’t actually” she starts giving feather light kisses on his chest. feeling him shiver under her touch. “but it’s a good thing we can keep each other’s warm right? and maybe we can try to fuck under water?” her arms then move down to hug his torso

eddie’s cock grows hard at the thought. even more when he feels her bare pussy rubbing against the base of his shaft. gulping softly when she’s batting those pretty lashes at him. looking so innocent when he knows damn well she isn’t,

he smiles down at her, burying his palms in her hair while he lightly massages the scalp. her eyes shut in pure bliss,

“you’re going to be the death of me sweetheart.”

-

requests are open!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie things

[hawkins-losers]

Meet me in the pale moonlight | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You and Steve go late night swimming in his pool...not a lot of swimming happens

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: smut, pool sex, unprotected sex,

Request:  Steve and swimming pool with the prompts 24 and 38 please :) (“If I kiss you right now, I’m not going to be able to stop.” + “I won’t apologize for marking you. Everyone should know you’re taken.”)

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‘’I say we go swimming.’’

‘’I say it’s October and I don’t want my tits to freeze. Let’s watch a movie. Do you have popcorn?’’ You walked to the Harringtons’ kitchen to check the pantry.

 ‘’Perks of having rich folks, our pool is heated,’’ Steve said, hot on your heels. ‘’And, if they start to numb, I can warm them up.’’ He grabbed you from behind and slipped a hand under your shirt, making you squeak when he grabbed your boob through your bra. 

‘’Steve!’’ A giggle escaped your lips. 

His parents were on a business trip, which meant you were having a sleepover. A year ago, Steve would’ve invited Tommy or hosted a party, but now he’d rather spend his weekend with you. 

You turned in his hold to face him. ‘’I don’t have my bathing suit.’’ 

‘’Has that ever stopped you?’’ 

You shook your head, remembering all the times you and him went skinny dipping in his pool during summer. Or jumped in Lover’s lake in your underwears. 

‘’Alright. One condition: we’re watching a movie after and we’re making sundaes.’’

‘’Deal.’’ An excited grin spread on Steve’s lips. ‘’I’ll fetch us towels.’’

Outside, the chilly October night hit your skin the second you stepped you, raising goosebumps on your arms. If you were cold now, you didn’t want to think how cold you’ll be when clothes start coming off. 

The large backyard was only lit by small garden lights along the fence. The once beautiful flowers littering the garden were now dead and their leaves had a yellow tone. In the middle, the heated up pool was making the cold air around them turn into a fog. 

Steve turned on the pool lights, making you smile. 

You both peeled your clothes off and set them on a lounge chair. 

Beside you, Steve groaned, his eyes falling on your small underwear. ‘’Are you trying to kill me with that thing? Your whole ass was out.’’

You smiled mischievously. You had put those underwear on with the intention of surprising him in bed. 

‘’Too bad the matching bra is in my room. This one kind of ruins the whole sexy vibe.’’ 

That’s where it went! You had spent half an hour looking for it. 

You felt Steve's eyes on you, devouring you as he bit his bottom lip. Although he had said that, your mismatched bra didn't make you less sexy to his eyes. He still wanted to trail his tongue on your full breasts and lay you down with your legs spread. 

An idea struck your thoughts, and you reached behind your back to unhook the clasps of your bra, then slipped the straps off your shoulders and arms. You threw the garment on the lounge chair with your other clothes. ‘’Is that better?’’

If you were in a cartoon, Steve’s eyes would be two massive hearts. ‘’Fuck, I love you.’’ 

A chill traveled through your whole body, feeling your nipples get hard from the cold air.

Steve noticed and broke his staring. ‘’Let’s get in the pool before you catch a cold.’’ 

The water was in fact warmer than you thought. You swam away on your back, smiling at the feeling of water on your skin. Above you, the moon was high in the sky, shining bright.

You heard the water swish as Steve wadded towards you. He pulled you against him and kissed your glistening shoulder.

You heard the water swish behind you as Steve wadded towards you. His arms snaked around you, pulling you against him. He kissed your glistening shoulder, and you leaned against his chest, bathing in the moonlight glow.

''This feels nice, isn't it?''

You hummed in response, allowing yourself to relax as your felt lips kissing up your neck and behind your ear. There was no intention behind these kisses, they were just sweet and loving. A touch of pure affection and tenderness.

Steve kept going, trailing his kisses up your jawline, dangerously close to your lips. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't.

''Kiss me.''

He shook his head, kissing the junction of your neck and shoulder. “If I kiss you right now, I’m not going to be able to stop. Your ass is way too close to my dick right now.”

You covered your mouth to muffle your laugh, then turned in his arms.

Your hands drew down into the water to slide across the hard planes of his chest, nails scratching softly against his nipples and making him whine softly, then drawing back up to wrap around his neck. Your fingers played with his hair at the base of his neck, feeling it getting longer every week.

‘’What if I don’t want you to stop?’’ you murmured, your mouth very close to his.

Steve gulped, his throat bobbing, and raised an eyebrow. ‘’You mean you want to…in the pool?’’

You nodded. ‘’In the pool.’’

Steve broke into a dark grin, his hands at your waist tightening.

You had to be very quiet because sounds travel a lot easier at night.

His fingers nudged your panties aside, easily slipping one through your folds. Steve caught your lips in a soft kiss, swallowing your moans. ‘’Can’t have my neighbors know what we're up to. Mr. Donnovan might come out on his balcony and play peeping Tom.’’

It took you a moment to figure out how you were going to do this, slipping and injuring yourself - or drowning - not being in your Friday night plans.

In the end, you wrapped your legs around Steve, your breasts pressing against his chest while he pushed down his briefs and pulled himself out, condom be damned. He was already rock hard and leaking.  He flicked his eyes to you, then pressed the tip of his dick against your folds. Your walls clenched slightly, and Steve had to hold back from groaning.

He gripped your waist and pushed in all the way, making you dig your fingernails in his shoulders, feeling some stretching and slight pain. Things were a lot less slippery and easy in the water.

‘’You alright?’’ Steve asked, always so caring, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

You clenched your teeth, then nodded. ‘’Just, give me a moment.’’ 

Steve nodded and kissed your jaw down to your neck, trying to relax you and let your body adjust. You felt him nipping at your skin, which will likely leave a mark behind. 

Soon enough, you began rolling your hips, making small movements. You felt the water of the pool lapping and swishing around you at your movements, lulling you into a bubble of intimacy. Your thighs clamped around Steve's waist as you picked up the pace, your ankles tightly knotted behind his back, loving the way he filled you so completely and perfectly.

Steve groaned, feeling you tighten around him. His eyes flicked to yours and you nodded, signaling for him to move. He lowered his hands to grip your hips and gave you a small but sharp thrust. You gasped in response, causing your core to quiver ever so slightly on Steve's dick, making him grunt.

‘’Let’s take this to the edge of the pool. Wouldn’t want us to slip,’’ Steve decided for safety measures. 

Carefully, he moved you to the edge of the pool, caging you in and pressing you into the pool wall. With the new support, he hooked his arms beneath your knees, pushing them towards the wall, stretching you out and making you moan openly. 

He quickly realized his mistake, covering your lips with his, swallowing your moans, making you want to moan out even more. Outdoor sex, when you’re a little too vocal, may not be the greatest idea.

Steve was driving into you thrust after thrust, grinding and pushing into you so slowly. These slow thrusts were driving you insane. You liked slow and sensual, but right now, you needed him to pound into you. 

‘’Pick up the pace, Harrington, or I'm going to snooze.’’

A laugh rumbled through Steve’s chest and his thrusts began growing faster, harder, more urgent; no longer the slow grind he had started out with. 

‘‘Yes.’’ 

Your hands grasp at his neck, your nails digging into his skin and fisting your fingers in his hair, tugging hard as water sloshed around you, splashing on the concrete deck.

Steve kept his pace going, breathing hard and alternating between grunts and moans. Since his hands were busy supporting you, you brought yours down between your bodies, teasing and circling your clit with your index, feeling your climax build.   

‘‘Keep going, baby, I’m close,’‘ you warned, your core tightening.  

Three thrusts later, you felt your body become taut as the orgasm broke through, your toes curling and your thighs tightening around Steve's waist, shuddering in pleasure. Your nails dug into Steve’s skin, creating crescent moon shapes in his shoulders as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. 

A loud moan ripped through you and he captured your mouth with his own, swallowing your sounds of pleasure while your walls squeezed him tight, bringing him to climax and spilling inside you. 

Once your heartbeats had slowed down, Steve pulled out, the mix of chlorure with the fresh marks on his shoulders making it sting. ‘’Did you really have to go all Freddy Krueger on me?’’

You laughed tiredly, your arms still around Steve’s neck as he kept you both standing in the water. ‘’I won’t apologize for marking you. Everyone should know you’re taken.’’ 

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[smuttyassholes]

To See is to Want 🔞

by Asshole #6

~voyeurism, supernatural, dark, dangerous Jimin, human partner, self- insert, lustful ogling, will eventually be NSFW.~

The moon is full and high in the sky, the sea waves lapping at the shore. There is the slight breeze of September signaling that the summer may be over but it still lingers in the not yet freezing touch of the air. Normally, I would enjoy the beach at night but tonight was not an ordinary night. Tonight I was essentially a stalker. It wasn't my fault not really. But after that one time he had implied that he enjoyed skinny dipping, curiosity burned in my mind. What did he look like under the moon, emerging from the waves, only the dark shape of him visible? And this was the night to find out. There was a bonfire for all the guys at our dorm in the middle of the beach. Everyone had already cleared out at least an hour ago, the sand only littered with a few beach towels some had forgotten.I WAS supposed to be on my way back with my best friend Jen but I waved her off, instead hiding behind some rocks. Waiting. Would he actually be tempted and take a swim now that everyone was gone?

Jimin was sitting by the rapidly decreasing flame, smoking a cigarette. It seemed like forever, waiting, when he stubbed it out rising and towing off his Converse. He pulled his t-shirt off then bent to strip off his jeans.Like he knew he was being watched, he peeled them off achingly slow along with his boxers. I choked on my breath as the long hard lines of his body were revealed, accented by the glow of the dying bon fire, a tattoo barely visible along his spine.Were those the phases of the moon? His ass was even more perfect than I dared imagine, now no longer hidden by the jeans he usually wore on campus. His steps were quick as he walked to the edge of the shore, walking into the dark water, letting it cover all that glorious skin I wasn't even done admiring. I stepped closer, by the bonfire, still able to see him submerge himself completely. I thought he would drown, he was under so long but he rose, silver ringed hands running through his inky dark hair.

Jimin made his way deeper into the ocean, swimming fast and efficiently, enjoying the caress of water on his skin. He dove more than once, his speed increasing. I was curled down on the sand by the fire, mesmerized by him. I knew I shouldn't be watching him like this but he commanded my gaze. My mind. I had wondered over weeks what lay under those clothes and the reality didn't disappoint. I was so deep in my own thoughts of admiration and emerging lust that I missed the man himself emerging from the depths. Except….was he larger? Bulkier? I frowned, trying to understand what I was seeing. As he approached, long fingers with longer nails ran through his black hair, his face more visible. He grinned, full plump lips parting to reveal sharp….fangs? Glinting in the moonlight. Was I hallucinating?

I should get up, I shouldn't be here. I should run. Why couldn't I? His voice, when it came, was a rough hiss, totally unlike the Jimin I had met. I was arrested by the sight of his wet body, the ink adorning his rib cage, the line of his throat when that voice commanded my attention. "It is rude to stare you know." I crawled back just as he knelt bare on the discarded towel by my feet. My voice was a croak as I muttered "I…I wasn't..'' "What, lingering waiting to see me naked? Come on sweetheart. Don't you think I have seen you look at me?" He leaned closer and I could really see those fangs, long and sharp but also his eyes. All black, no pupil. I was terrified and yet still couldn't move. He smelled like the ocean, his wet hair dripping on my shoulder and collarbone. Could he hear my heart hammering? His breath was hot as he whispered in my ear. "Don't you think I can tell…how badly you want a taste? Aren't you afraid?" I couldn't utter a word. Instead, my mouth open and shut a few times, just as he pulled back, my tongue darting out to lick my dry lips. His gaze was fastened to my mouth as I finally shook my head and said "No…" and I heard that same unnatural chuckle that this time made something low in my belly clench in heat.

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look at him. Really look. He looked unnatural, dark, something that belonged in the depths of the ocean he had just emerged from. Something that hunts and captures. And devours. Before I realized I had spoken, my voice came.

"I want…a taste. Of you.''

Jimin slowly crawled closer, his mouth inches from mine, his breath hot. The closer he got, the more intense the smell of salt water was to me. I was rooted to the sand, my breathing ragged, my eyes glued to his, occasionally drifting to that full mouth. Had I fantasized about feeling that mouth on mine? Yes. Numerous times in class, alone in my bed. But never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this. That the Jimin that was about to kiss me was…this. I licked my lips just as he stopped, what he said next taking me by surprise "are you sure?" I blinked. "what?" He continued, his voice lower but still the same unnatural timbre as before: monstrous but not really. A hint of my dorm mate still there beneath the surface. "Are you sure it's me you want to kiss? Or that boy you see every day at campus?"

It was as if the fog lifted from my mind as I took my second proper look at him that night. His black hair the only thing that remained exactly the same as before. The rest was completely different. His eyes were still flat black, no pupil, his skin was pale and his hands… his hands had long black talons which was all I could see. Before, I wouldn't have known the answer. But now, as his question drifted between us, it took everything in me to look him solidly in the eyes, holding his gaze and whisper as clear as I could "It's you. Here. Now. Unless…" A perfect eyebrow rose in question as he replied "Unless what?" I flush as I reply "Unless you are just toying with me."

That made him laugh aloud, the sound ringing off the rocks, carried away by the currents and breeze. He reached out, those taloned fingers tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, the touch gentle in spite of his tone earlier. "You'll know if I'm toying with you pet. Trust me." To prove his point, he leaned in his lips finally capturing mine. My eyes closed, immobile, my lips frozen until finally his coaxed them to move. The rhythm I find is something I didn't need to figure out. It comes naturally, my lips parting to let the taste and feel of him flood my senses. My own hands, itching for so long to bury themselves in dark inky hair came to his neck then threaded in the inky strands just as his tongue stroked along mine. I groaned, the taste of the sea somehow stronger, his hands suddenly at my waist almost tentative in their grip, feather-light, a stark contrast to the way his tongue and lips worked me. The heat low in my belly was stoked as Jimin seemed to make up his mind, his fingers tightening on my waist pulling me flush against his chest.

His wet skin seemed to sear mine right through my shirt and bathing suit beneath it, my nipples hardening immediately, embarrassingly so. He growled, his hands suddenly moving snake like down to my thighs pulling me flush on his lap. He must have sensed me stiffen because his mouth drifted to map along my jaw, up to my ear, his voice more rough than before, his breath coming shorter as he whispered "stop?" I immediately shook my head as my fingers did what they had been wanting for all the months I spent ogling Jimin: they burrowed deeper in his wet hair and tugged. The growl that erupted from him was less human and more feral than anything I had elicited from him so far. His fingers hardened, talons almost digging in my flesh as I felt my full weight settle on his lap. I don't know what prompted me to say what I did next but I did anyway. "how about you kiss me like you really want to instead of treating me like I'll break?"

TBC

#bts smut #asshole 6 #asshole 6 writes #jimin smut

[imagining-in-the-margins]

☀️ CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge 🏖

The following are prompts including the theme of Summer! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

☀️ Generic Prompts ☀️

Everyone looks better in a sundress.

Character doesn't know how to swim.

Characters A and B cuddle in a hammock.

The team has a (MASSIVE) family barbecue.

The BAU has a pool party at Rossi's vacation home.

The sun makes Characters sleepy, so they take a nap.

Characters A and B have a picnic (it goes well/wrong).

Character shows up in swimwear that no one expected.

Character A suffers heatstroke and B takes care of them.

Character A teases B about needing to practice CPR at the pool party.

Character A never loved B more than when they ran through the sprinklers.

The air conditioning broke and Characters try to find creative ways to cool off.

Characters A and B go berry picking together (and enjoy the fruits of their labor).

It's Character's first time camping and they weren't prepared for how cold it gets on summer nights.

Character A lectures B on the importance of sunscreen, yet freezes when they are asked to help apply it.

The BAU is a group of very serious FBI agents. They take their water gun/balloon fights very seriously.

The couple thought their vacation would be a chance to get away from the BAU, but the resort town they're staying in turns out to have an unsub in it.

Character helps their child with their first entrepreneurial venture... a lemonade stand. They weren't expecting half the damn FBI to show up.

Character A’s wide-brimmed hat flew right off their head and into a tree. B helps them get it down.

Anything else you can think of!

☀️ Dialogue Prompts ☀️

"It's like Hotch at the beach."

"Come on in, the water's fine."

"It's so hot but I am so touch starved."

"... How did you even get that tan line?"

“Yes, the sunburn is as bad as it looks.”

"Oh my god, do I hear the ice cream truck?"

"Next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise."

"It's a million degrees outside, why are you in the hot tub?"

(sarcastic) “Feels just like the summer camps of my youth.”

"I am staying hydrated. All of my drinks are iced." "That does not count."

"There is no shame in using a pool floatie." "Yes, there is. I'm shaming you."

“You look hot.” “Thank you!” “No, I mean literally… I think you’re overheating.”

(lying) "My phone doesn't work on the beach. Must be the signal or something..."

☀️ Character Specific Prompts ☀️

Spencer: He learned from the last time a beautiful person pulled him into a pool.

Spencer: He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?

Spencer: "I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

Luke: Reader loves to go to the dog beach to look at cute puppies. A dog named Roxy takes special interest in them.

Tara/Emily: “And what did you do with your summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?”

☀️ NSFW Prompts ☀️ 18+ ONLY ☀️

Character gets caught skinny dipping.

Character A can't get out of the water after seeing B.

Sex on the beach is so much worse than everyone said.

Character A can't deal with how much B loves popsicles/ice cream cones.

It's too hot to wear clothes at home, so Character walks around in their underwear.

Character A finally convinces B to go to the beach with them. Turns out it's a nude beach.

Rules

The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character.

Tag me in the fic, or send it to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it just for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

🏖 Happy Writing! 🏖

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid fandom #cm writing challenge #summer writing prompts #tara lewis #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #derek morgan #elle greenaway #aaron hotchner #luke alvez #matt simmons #matthew simmons

[toomuchracket]

thinking about d word matty surprising girlie with a beach vacation to escape the january london hell weather…. homemade sangria, reading hot girl books by the pool until matty inevitably gets bored so u go skinny dipping to shut him up… thoughts 🤔

it's like you knew i was just about to post that i'm absolutely fucking freezing... the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table on your laptops, your teeth audibly chattering despite the heating being on, and matty's like "babe can you look at this for me? and tell me yes or no?" - you agree, he slides the laptop over, and you see he's on the website for a really nice villa in tenerife, hovering over booking it for check-in in two days' time. you look at him like "serious?", and he nods, and you just BEAM and say "yes. please!" so he books it then and there lol. you cheer when the confirmation for the villa and the flights comes through, and matty laughs and tugs you onto his lap for a hug; you kiss his cheek and say "thank you. m'excited. and looking forward to being warm", and he's like "warm enough to go in the pool and everything". at that, you go "oh!" and stand up, tugging matty behind you like "c'mon" - he's like "whoa babe where's the fire? what are we even doing?", and you smile like "picking out bikinis and swimsuits for me to pack". matty blinks, then scoops you up and speeds towards your bedroom like "ok yeah the haste is necessary" lol, and the next hour is just you torturing him by trying on all your swimwear and not letting him touch you (but you make it up to him. and thank him for treating you to a holiday lmao). anyway, the flight out is good, and the villa is gorgeous - so private, with a hot tub and a massive pool - and once you unpack you go for a little drive for some dinner and to do some food shopping. matty looks at you questioningly when you add two full boxes of wine into the trolley, but he giggles when you're like "what? i want to make sangria"; that's the first thing you do when you get back to the villa, and when matty tries it he's like "fuck me that is LETHAL. but it's good" lol. so yeah, you just get a bit tipsy and make out in the living room that night, and when you wake up feeling a bit tender the next morning you decide to just recover by the pool - matty sleeps it off (you periodically spray him with spf so he doesn't burn lmfao), and you drape yourself over the sun lounger and read your eliza clark book and have a smoke. you're lying on your stomach when matty wakes up, and he moves his lounger next to yours so he can rest his head on your ass with a contented sigh, and you just giggle and say "comfy?" but continue to read your book; he starts kissing and rubbing your bare skin, hoping to get a reaction out of you, but you just hum and say "feels nice" and keep reading. it isn't until he's fully straddling the back of your thighs, kissing up your spine, and sliding his hands under your bikini top to hold your tits that you put the bookmark in the book and lay it on the ground - you're like "you want my attention?", and matty's in your ear like "yeah, m'bored, wanna spend time with you", and you're like "alright. let me stand up, then". matty obliges, shuffling to sit on your lounger, and he smiles when you stretch and reach around to undo the tie keeping your top on like "fuck, baby, you're so hot"; his jaw drops when you undo the ties on your bottoms and jump into the pool, but he grins again when you beckon him over with your index finger and a wink. you laugh when he cannonballs into the water, and the two of you have a little kiss, which turns into a makeout session, which turns into - you guessed it - pool sex. and that's basically the itinerary for the rest of your week away: riling matty up by wearing exclusively swimwear (he's like "these bikinis are so easy to take off god i wish you could wear them all the time", and you're like "yeah but we'd get nothing done except each other lol"), and fucking until you're exhausted. basically, the perfect holiday <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #d word matty

[miss-multi45]

Hallooooo!!

Do you think you could write any head cannons about a reader who’s very out of pocket or chaotic? I just read the one where they get injured very easily… (I loved it.) But short story short reader would basically jump out a moving vehicle for two quarters. (WITH THE GHOULS AND GHOULETTES I FUCKED IT IP RHE FIRST TOME HELP)

of course sweetheart ♡♡

swiss

"WAIT NO (Y/N) SODO DIDN'T MEAN IT WHEN HE ASKED YOU TO SWALLOW A TAMPON FOR 50 CENTS!-"

he either loves it, or is deeply concerned for you.

sodo

eggs you on.

bitch.

"if you swallow my cum nonstop for 4 rounds straight, i will be your slave for 3 weeks straight."

makes it nsfw.

rain

watches as you carry out these dumb af tasks.

eventually got tired of it and scooped you into his arms and carried you to the hospital wing because your arm was bleeding badly.

phantom

praises you for it.

"good boy / good little pet / good girl, i'm entertained."

after a few hours he beckons you back to your room because of how tired you are.

mountain

looks at you like 👁 👄 👁 when you tell him you jumped off a bridge into freezing waters for $50 / £50.

annoyed by the amount of time he spends patching up your wounds.

aether

does it with you.

makes sure you don't go too far.

takes care of you if you do go too far.

omega

"please stop doing it."

pinches his bridge and sighs when he sees you doing it.

drags you away kicking and screaming while he's just tired as hell.

alpha

"skinny dip with me, the ghouls, and mist and I'll give you head after."

literally has the most tame and chill requests for you.

ifrit

"if you let me knaw on your upper thigh for however long I want, I will let you polish my horns."

makes bargains with you like all the time and they are the most random selection of words you have ever heard.

aurora

"let me do your nails, and I will swap lingerie sets with you."

holds her hand out for a handshake like it's a matter of life and death.

cirrus

"sorry, what?"

watches you carry out these dumb asf tasks while she's completely dumbfounded.

cumulus

she'd either make a business out of it, or do it with you.

"sodo asked something, wanna do it together?"

mist

she does it too.

instead of money, they give her crystals.

"BABE! alpha said that if we form a truce with 4 wild badgers, he'd give me 12 amethysts. WE GOTTA DO IT-"

#my writing #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost band x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader

[nanamimizz]

𝐌𝚶𝐌𝚬𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

tags: wc: 972, 18+ dni, established relationship, reader is on top, dan heng is a virgin, handjob, skinny dipping, mention of blood reader is a slight masochist, sex in a freshwater spring, in his dragon form + has a tail for @itoshisoup love u very much miss mao.

synopsis: here in the spring dan heng loves you most.

The water of the spring was not like the saltwater of his home - it was sweet and slid down his throat as easily as his breath did. When you kiss him, he can taste every note of the spring water that clings to the skin of your lips. Kissing you always felt like a ship through the air, as easygoing as one's heartbeat but it’s different now; here alone and naked in this spring on the planet you took him too as a surprise. Dan Heng shivers and can’t help but moan, he was so sure he knew what silk felt like but not even the finest of the material compares to the drag of your tongue against his. You pull back with a grin and he knows that the pink on his face can be seen by the moon as he reads the smugness in your lips.

“Make that sound for me again Heng’er,” Your words are like the notes of the flute gentle and high into his ears that make his azure blue tail sway in the water where your naked bodies are submerged in. Your hand is soft against his skin and his face grows more warm with how easily your limb fits against the flesh of his thigh. Dan Heng never was the largest of men but when he sees how easily you fit into his form some sort of heat dances along his spine, blistering lust so different to the cool existence the Vidyadhara live he almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. Which is why it is easy for you to take his cock in your hand, his almost purple head peeking from the shallow water you two reside in. The slight glide of your thumb against his head makes another moan tumble out from his chest, pink from the tips of his ears to the center of his chest as the sound of his tail splashing behind you is followed by another laugh.

“Heng’er - are you so easy to please?” You are teasing him again, and you are fairing no better. The pleasant spring is freezing against the lust that burns in your stomach at the sight of the man you love beneath you. Dan Heng was handsome, but in more recent times you can’t help but find him beautiful. A water lily of your own, one you can’t help but cradle in your hand and worship lovingly with the swipes of your fingers. Dan Heng is quick to shake his head; a denial of the truth because when it comes to you - the way your lips shine from the dew in the moonlight and even the strand of his plastered across your face from when you dove right into the water.

Dan Heng will always be pleased and spoiled by the likes of you even when this life cycle ends he will be haunted by the silk of your tongue and the softness of your hands.

“Yes - yes, always if it’s you.” His words tumble out his mouth like rainfall and your hand had gone from teasing him to pumping his length with twisting motions. His veins are worshiped by the lines of your palm, matching and following all of your love lines until his own hands come to gripe at your hips. He hears you hiss at the sting of his claws as they follow the curve of your hips to where your ass begins.

“Yeah? That so Heng’re?” You ask, voice breathless at the admittance and high off the way Dan Heng becomes a sight of wonder when bathed in his lust. His cock is slick, and his usual cool skin burns in your palm, you feel him twitch and your grin grows in time with the volume of his moans. Something can be said about how your eyes turn feline at the last defeated sound Dan Heng, mighty in all other roles but helpless beneath you, makes as his own hand gripes at you like you’d fade away with the pleasure you give onto him. You bite your lip to quiet the soft sound of pleasure that nips at your spine from the delightful sting of the thin scratches that run thin rivers of blood. Dan Heng comes with a shout, the loudest you’ve heard from him yet and you moan in time at the sight of his fang glinting with his own drool as he pants desperately. You coo, your own eyes flickering between his beautiful pleasure-stricken face and watching more strings of his cum dribble out and spill over your knuckles. You open your mouth to tease but you don’t even get your pet name for him out before his elegant hand finds itself on your head to bring you down into a kiss. 

It isn’t elegant, your teeth knock into each other and your tongue is bitten by a stray fang but you moan into it all the same because it is Dan Heng and everything he gives you is perfect. You pull apart with strings of drool sticking between you two and smile at him, truthfully and lovingly - Dan Heng is struck by how beautiful you are all over again. In between pecks, you ask if he wants more, the “real deal” as you call it but he refuses with blushing cheeks and timid eyes.

“I want to have all of you in a more special time, something you deserve.”

He utters, blue eyes watching the small ripples in the water as you smile lovestruck at his admission. Your arms go around him, his face goes to his chest and turns as red as the liner on his eyes when you squeal, “Gege! You’re so romantic!” But still, he smiles in your embrace, as happy as he can be here in the moment in the spring.

#lamb.writes #dan heng smut #hsr smut

[heartfullofleeches]

May I request Apricot skinny diping with reader at the lake? Perhaps a reader who's afraid of water or just straight up can't swim, but apricot motivates and helps them.

(suggestive? Maybe? There is nudity so-)

A million times did he ask you to join him at the lake. Once did you agree.

To give him credit, the lake was a gorgeous at this hour. Quiet, tranquil; peaceful - Just you, the cow who treasured you most, and that big, luminous orb in the sky. The sand was dyed milk white, crystalized by the moon's glimmer and waves crashing at shore. The lake appeared bottomless from where you stood. It would seem that taking one step in would drag you to murky depth beneath its sparkling surface. Your legs tremble at the thought; a firm hand place center to your back. You jump at his touch. Apricot bites back at laugh at your reaction, coursing his reach up to your shoulder.

"Easy. We don't have to go in just yet. We're just going to walk over and stick our legs in - sound good?"

"Yeah..." You nod to confirm your answer, and assure yourself you're ready. Apricot leads you over to the docks, taking your hand as you cross over to the smooth wood. Your heart retreats to your stomach as they moan from the weight, but a kiss to your temple helps you a few steps further. As you sit down at the end, Apricot grabs your ankles and takes off your shoes for you. He sets them behind you and takes off his before facing the water, squeezing your hand

"Ready?"

You don't give him answer. Easing your feet in, Apricot follows right along. The dark water circles around your calves, frigid bite bleeding into coolness as you swish your legs through.

"I'm glad you finally came down here with me, Y/n. I do this pretty much every night and day, but it's always better with company - and you're the best in town. The whole world probably... I gets pretty lonely down here, but then I think of you and I'm back at home. I was have tempted to just throw you over my shoulder and drag you over, honestly!"

Apricot laughter dies out as your legs stop moving. "Sorry. Probably not the best joke to make right now. I would never do a thing to hurt you, but I wanna help you come out of your shell.... Is it cool if I take my clothes off?"

You look up to see if he's joking, but from tone alone you can tell he's serious. "Why?"

"I want skinny dip with you. It's my favorite way to unwind from a stressful shift, and the water on your bare skin might help you get used to it. Like a bath."

"But I can't swim."

"I know that, silly. I'll hold you the whole time. As long as I'm around, you'll always be safe."

You look back down at the water. A swirling abyss awaiting to swallow you, soul and all... but Apricot comes here everyday and he's still alive. He's the lifeguard. If there's another to trust in this situation, it would be him. You breath in - and out.

"Okay."

Apricot's tail flicks your side as he smiles. "You won't regret this."

He peels off his sweater and kicks off his shorts, catching them before they fall in the water and throwing them behind him. Underwear weren't an issue for him as never worth them unless the town sheriff got on him for public indecency. He helps you out of your shirt, holding the fabric up to his face as you work on your bottoms. He folds it and sets it down as he slides into the freezing water to cool his heat seeing you in this state of undress. Your body basked in the pale moonlight looked like something from out of a painting from his viewpoint. He waits for you to fully undress before raising his arms out. You grab onto one, nails sinking deep as you dip in the water. You glue yourself to his bare chest as the water rises up to your neck, bodies aligned as he uses his free arm to paddle backwards. At a fair distance, he brings his arm up to stroke your back once more and soothe your shakes.

"You're doing great. I got you. Just let your body relax and leave everything to me."

Apricot couldn't let you go. He wouldn't, not when he was so close to having you as his to hold and to keep for good. Your breathing his sharp against his collar and he swallows the groan the hot air brings, but you slowly loosen in his arms. You drift, his body your raft as you float out into the endless night. Apricot pours handfuls of water over your neck to fill the dead air and strides his fingers through your hair. His eyes are half shut, but you can feel him looking at you and you know that look of softness and tranquility is for you alone.

"How you holding up?"

You turn your head, switching to the other cheek as you plant your face in his soft chest. "It's...nice out here."

"Would you come with me again? Maybe every night - and the night after that?"

You laugh for the first time that night and it's the sweetest thing he's ever heard. "We'll see."

"Good enough for me."

Apricot straights out and scoops his arms under yours as his soaked locks fall over your shoulders and your lips connect with his. He hikes your leg up to his waist, parting with a smirk.

"Wanna see how long I can hold my breath when we get back to shore?"

"Definitely."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere oc #male yandere #Milk farm tag #yandere fluff

[owlish-owlhouse]

What about possessed Hunter following Reader around? Stalking? Yes, probably, but he likes to think of it more as protecting.

After Hunter had forced Belos out of his head he had run away from all of you. Despite how you all reached out for him and tried to bring him back, tried to take him home, he refused. He claimed he'd lose control again, he'd accidentally hurt you. Then he disappeared into the woods.

Now weeks later he stood meters away. Staring from the darkness and fog with glowing eyes. The porch light flickered as you stared back at him. Holding your breath refusing to blink because he might disappear, because this might all be a dream your hand lets go of the porch railing as you got closer.

Wandering towards him drawn in by his hypnotizing blue eyes you shiver. Your thin pajamas and bare feet do nothing to ward off the cold or the intensity of his glowing gaze. Feeling your heart speed up as your foot squishes into the wet grass as you get closer to him you wanted nothing more than to run straight into Hunters arms.

"..." Taking your first breath since you saw him it burns your lungs. Yet somehow it all still feels like a dream.

The horns and claws and other disturbing things Philip had done to him remained despite the parasite who put them there being gone. You and the others had searched tirelessly for him for ages but he was from the Emperor's Coven, he had training you all didn't.

You thought he was gone for good.

And yet here he was.

Staring at him eyes watering as you step closer your hand reaches out towards his skinny silhouette. He shrinks away from your reaching hand, your help. Dipping his head horns pointed to the ground in fear he tries to run back into the woods to hide away in the thick bushes. You weren't supposed to see him, he didn't want to be seen did he?

"Hunter...?" You whisper softly wanting to see him again, wanting him close even if he's not the same. Hoping, pleading he won't leave you again. He remains bent over, almost huddled into a ball as his arms wrap around himself but he's listening. He isn't leaving yet. Sitting down in the damp grass near him and moving your head it almost touches the ground as you look at him. His blue eyes catch yours.

Scooting closer he does the same but pauses as you suddenly shiver. The wet ground soaks into your clothes and freezes your body and exposed palms. As a puff of white leaves your lips you realize how cold it is and how Hunters been alone out here.

Tilting his head the one long strand of hair dangles in his face as he observes you. Hesitantly he takes a step forward into the light as he creeps closer like a shadow. Seeing the green horns sprout from his head in the moonlight and Hunters new deeper scars from Beloses possession you swallow but refuse to be scared.

This was Hunter, your Hunter no matter what.

"Are... Are you In any pain?" You question breaking the silence that had settled between you. And to your relief he nods no before taking another step closer. You're shivering now but it's not him. You're not scared, you could never be scared. Not of Your Hunter. And he was still your Hunter. "Hunter what happened? Where have you been?" You ask softly but he stays quiet. "... Hunter." You beg as he settles next to you.

"I'm... I'm okay." His voice sounds hoarse, deeper. But it isn't Beloses. This is Hunter maybe not the same Hunter but still Hunter. He scoots closer to you snuggling into your side and while he seems hesitant thinking you're going to move away you don't. A clawed hand reaches out and you lean into it before another shiver racks your body. Hunter pulls away but his eyes widen seeing the goosebumps on your flesh, his hand ghosting over your cold flesh with a worried expression.

"I'm not scared." You promise.

"... I know." He answers back. Taking off the jacket he made with Gus for his costume the night Belos took him over he wraps it around you before pulling you closer.

"Where have you been?" You ask leaning into his chest as he hums pulling you closer still.

"Doesn't matter." He states as his claws go to your hair, gently tussling it and scratching at your scalp in a way that makes you melt into him.

"Hunter..." You beg but he softly shushes you wrapping the jacket tighter so you're warm despite the biting cold.

"I never wanted to leave you... I never did... I promise I never did..." He whispers as he cradles your head to his chest, trading a promise for a promise.

Listening to his beating heart, feeling his soft breathing your slowly lulled to sleep.

And he meant it. Every word. While you never knew he was there he had always been close, watching from the shadows and following after you. After all he had to. He had to Protect you. He promised he would. Picking you up cradling you to his chest and kissing your forehead he stalks off into the woods taking you with him.

"I'll protect you." He swears. And he would.

#possesed hunter x reader #possessed hunter #hunter x reader #yandere hunter x reader #yandere possessed hunter x reader #yandere owl house #yandere owlhouse x reader #yandere possessed hunter wittebane x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hunter #halloween asks #owlhouse halloween #yandere bunter #bunter #toh bunter

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Submerged;; SJY

Word Count;; 2k

Genre;; Smut

Pairing;; Jake x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

Following through on a dare to skinny dip, you’re nude from head to toe and alone in the pool. The party is raging on without you and you’re resigned to your fate when a familiar voice calls out to you.

Request;; 

Anon asked: Skinny Dipping for Jake from enhypen

Warnings;;

F2Ls, exhibitionism (skinny dipping that leads to pool sex), very sweet Jake, two dorks really, fluffy smut… until it isn’t? umm… he kinda went dom?? ‘Soft on the streets, Dom in the sheets’ Jake, vaginal fingering, a bit rough… oh some degradation / dirty talk Fem!reader who is shorter than Jake!

Notes;; 

Forgot this was meant to be a drabble so I had to stop myself before it got too long, oop

Part of my It’z Our Summer 2022 Event

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   It’s almost one in the morning and you’re freezing. After a series of bad decisions and peer pressure you’ve found yourself wading into the pool. Your bikini shows off too much skin but in comparison to what you’re expected to do next, you look like a saint.

   Cold water laps at your skin as you walk along the bottom. Once it reaches your neck you pause, risking a glance at the balcony above you. All your friends are hanging off the edge, cheering you on to varying degrees. Some are twirling your abandoned clothes over their heads while others are singing off-tune to the music playing inside. All of them, however, are loud and you wish they’d shut up. It’s hard enough to complete this stupid dare without them ogling you the entire time. Still, you aren’t one to back away from a challenge, so with a heavy sigh you reach behind your back and unclasp your bikini top.

   Overhead the pack of idiots crescendo into an unintelligible chant. Warmth tinges your cheeks as you slip the strings off your arms. The thin material floats to the surface. You wrap your arms around your chest before once more checking on the crowd. No wonder the guys had been so eager for you to do this – the angle from the balcony provides a bird’s eye view to your cleavage. Dropping down lower, you press your lips into a tight line as the water licks at your face.

   It isn’t until the crowd demands your final piece of clothing that you start to move again. This time you hesitate as you dip into the cold depths, fingers lingering on the waistband of your bottoms. They are adamant in their cries but, in reality, it isn’t too late to back out. Whittling away at your courage, you mull it over for a few seconds before deciding against it. While you could handle the guys, your girlfriends will concoct a punishment ten times worse than some midnight skinny dipping. With a sharp inhale, you lift your legs up and out of the swimsuit.

   “Okay, I did–”

   “Oi! Get lost! Go inside!”

   There’s shouting above you. Your eyes snap up toward the commotion and widen once you realise the group has dispersed. With no one looking down at you, your attention darts toward the back door. A few seconds pass in relative silence. The door remains closed. Biting your lip, you inch toward the pool’s edge, gripping the smooth concrete as you tilt your head back and forth. You’re alone in the yard.

   A shiver crawls down your spine and you’re once more reminded of how chilly the night air is.

   With lazy kicks, you swim toward the stairs. Despite your initial protests, you can’t deny how pleasant the water feels against your bare skin. If there weren’t so many people watching, you might have found this dare fun. Though now that you’re in the dark with only the pool lights illuminating the surrounding area, you wouldn’t mind if the crowd returned. Hell, even just a single person would be appre–

   “Hey, I brought yo–”

   You scream, spinning around to face the intruder. Fighting against the water’s resistance, you recognise his accent before you see his soft features. It’s Jake. Cute, sweet, wonderful Jake and he’s carrying your clothes. Or he was. They’re sprawled out on the ground now, his hands preoccupied with covering his eyes.

   “I’m sorry!” he yells, turning so fast on his heels that he slips on the wet pool border.

   “Watch out!”

   Your warning comes out much too late. By the time the words leave your mouth, he’s already in the pool. Water splashes into your face. You stumble backwards, heading further toward the deep end. While you’re coughing, Jake breaks the surface, his shaggy hair flat against his head. His eyes find yours and you can’t help but laugh – he looks like a deer in the headlights. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown locks, pushing them up and out of his face.

   “Are you okay?” he asks, walking toward your end of the pool.

   “Are you?”

   “Ah, just a little wet. No big deal.”

   By the time he reaches you, the water is above your neck with the wave crests slapping your cheeks. Your hand grips his shoulder as you use him to stay afloat. It’s easier to rely on his longer legs than struggle on the tips of your toes. Without the threat of liquid sneaking inside your mouth you’re able to suck down a large gulp of fresh air.

   His ears turn red and his mouth falls open only to clasp shut. You tilt your head in confusion when he leans away from you, his eyes averted. The greater the distance he creates between you, the more you’re forced to pursue him. He’s your lifeline, after all. Between the chilly water and your lack of clothing, you’re vulnera–

   With a startled squeak, you propel yourself back from Jake.

   His face contorts in shock and it’s the last thing you see before you dip below the surface. Water rushes into your ears and nose. The chlorine stings your eyes. You scramble to find purchase on the pool floor and bubbles race to the surface above you. Sinking further, your flailing pushes you closer toward the eight-foot mark.

   There’s a flash of movement before a strong grasp tugs you back to safety. Upon emerging you watch the concern drip from Jake’s lips as he asks if you’re okay, his arms wrapping around your back. Pressed against him, there’s little space between your bodies. His eyes flicker between your face and your chest. Pink dusts his cheeks as he watches the way your breasts heave with each gulp of air you suck down.

   His arms provide a sense of safety and you’re able to catch your breath. With your nerves settling, a sense of clarity follows. You glance toward the house. There’s only the two of you in the yard. No one’s looking for you – everyone is too preoccupied with the party. Despite how long you’ve been gone, your friends are indifferent to your absence. You could chalk it up to them being helpful and giving you an opportunity to be with Jake, but you know them better than that.

   While your friend group mightn’t be all that great, it was through them you got to meet him: Jake Sim, the definition of boyfriend material and a certifiable knight in shining armour who, at this very moment, is carrying you toward the stairs.

   Jake’s the best of them; an outcast amongst misfits.

   With every step you bounce in his arms. The position is odd, like he doesn’t want to touch you too much but doesn’t want you floating off again either. Your heart beats faster the longer you gaze at him, and the extra blood flow fuels the fire within your core. It takes every ounce of your self-control not to pull him down into a kiss. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing, right? You could write it off as a reward for his heroic deed.

   There’s a tingling sensation blossoming across your chest. Between the chilly air and his coarse shirt rubbing against you, your nipples are hardening. Can he feel you through the material? Is his mind short circuiting like yours is, overloaded with the possibilities arising from one literal slip-up? It’s a quiet night broken only by the faint hum of technopop rattling against glass windows and the gentle lapping of water. You could do something a little wild, get a little frisky, and who’s to know? Illuminated by shoddy pool lights and the moon hidden behind sparse clouds, no one will be the wiser.

   Needing to readjust yourself as you slip in his arms, you reach up to secure a better hold around his neck. As you do, your hips jut forward and slot against his. A gasp escapes your throat when you're met with a noticeable bulge. Jake stops, his Adam’s apple bobbing hard. The back of his neck is burning as a blush creeps across his skin. He turns to face you and the world slows when his eyes meet yours.

   “I'm a guy, you know,” he murmurs. “These things happen sometimes. I’m sorry if I made you uncom–"

   It’s now or never.

   Capturing his lips with your own, you fall into his rhythm. Your bodies move in tandem, twisting and turning to accommodate the other. When your back meets the pool’s wall you dismiss it, too enraptured by his wandering hands. Tracing your curves, his touch is like fire on your skin. He breaks the kiss in order to nip at your ear and you whine at the gentle pain. The sound devolves into a sharp exhale the moment his fingers reach your cunt. Pinching your clit, Jake toys with you.

   “I never took you for the type”–his middle finger sinks into your entrance–“to be an absolute freak. Do you want to be caught?”

   Your nails dig into his clothed back once he pistons the digit in and out of you. He kisses you once more, this time all tongue and desire, and there’s something ravenous breaking through his shy shell. Relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, he adds a second finger. You squirm from the stretch. He hits deep with every thrust, curling his fingers and scissoring you open. It’s never this easy for you to get off and yet you’re coming undone in the palm of his hand. Delectable tremors of ecstasy are on the horizon as your walls clench around him.

   With your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he pulls back to break the kiss. You’re forced to chase him and as you lean into him, his fingers reach even deeper. A smirk crosses his face when you start trembling in his arms. Your legs twitch beneath you. Exploding outward from your core, blinding pleasure jolts from nerve to nerve, stimulating your entire body.

   “Found it,” Jake coos, a mocking lilt in his voice. Playing with your g-spot, his finger caresses the spongy area, flicking the ribs and divots absentmindedly. He presses wet kisses along your neck until his lips graze your ear. “Not that I needed to, right? I could just tell you to come and you would.”

   His words strike a chord and your mouth falls open into a moan. Once more he picks up his brutal pace, fingerfucking you against the pool wall for anyone to see. You use his shoulders for balance as you try to lift your hips to meet him halfway, eager to be fucked harder. It’s pointless, however – your legs are too unsteady.

   With little other choice, you cling to him. His palm presses against your clit, both stimulating and neglecting the ball of nerves. Lightheaded from holding back your sounds, you give in to the building heat of your core and release the strangled gasp lodged deep in your throat. It’s guttural with lust etched into every decibel.

   “If you’re going to be loud, at least scream my name.”

   “J-Jake,” you whimper, dropping your head into the crook of his neck, too focused on your oncoming orgasm to heed his words.

   “Not good enough, baby. I want them to hear what a whore you are for me.”

   “God, please,” you pant, energy pulsing through your veins. You’re on the precipice but you want more. You need more. “Want… more, please. More!”

   “Prove it.”

   The faster he fingers you, the faster you chant his name. Your volume crescendos until you’re shouting, the sheer force of it rattling the last shreds of your decency loose. All lingering sense of shame pours forth and dissipates into the water, forgotten the second your orgasm hits. The waves of ecstasy keep rolling through your shaking body, prolonged by his thumb as it encircles your clit. Jake doesn’t stop, insistent on making you feel every ounce of pleasure no matter how much you beg him to slow down.

   “Look at you, baby, all fucked out just from my fingers,” he taunts, his tone in direct opposition to the angelic grin spreading across his face. “There’s no way you can handle my cock.”

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