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polithicc · 9 months
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started my period and now im evil
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kelpiemomma · 6 months
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I love him 🥺 he took care of me today
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macbug · 1 month
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I so tired
#worked on moving a bit more today because there's still a bunch of stuff in my old room#my mom helped me which is good because if i was in there by myself i would've just left or i would've stood there mentally screaming#like. having to go there and sort all that stuff just makes me want to scream. and smash stuff#like i won't do that but I Want to#very few things make me want to do that but I guess 18 years worth of stuff and memories i have very mixed feelings about will do that to me#no but actually like. even if i did smash something it wouldn't help I'd probably regret it even if it was something i didn't want anymore#being destructive like that has never felt good#hmmmmmm#or idk. maybe it's just me playing a perpetual game of hot potato with anger .if it's in my hands for a second too long it'll burn me#so I feel. but that's probably not accurate#hm. that's new tho. anger? at ???#usually I'd just get sad or more generically upset about things. specifically angry is rare and almost new to me#like it wasn't allowed. ❌️no anger❌️to be felt. by me ❌️#what am I angry at tho. moving out? having to sort my stuff? having to go back to my dad's house to do that?#the fact that my dad almost certainly wants my room empty so his stepdaughter can have it when she eventually moves here. ok yeah that#does make me mad#feels so childish of me tho. I'm 23. moved out. whyyyyy do i care that some kid is gonna be living there at some point#it's not like I even wanted to be there anymore so like ??????
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first-full-moon · 3 months
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help i've fallen down a football rabbit hole again and accidentally discovered that, based solely on looks, my type is Baker Mayfield
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neverendingford · 5 months
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#yooooooo. I haven't gotten to use the#storytime sexcapades#tag in a hot while. but we finally back in it.#tag talk#I've said it before and I'll say it again. claiming old men are creepy for liking younger partners infringes on my right to like older guys#you can't penalize the old men without also depriving younger folk of their gilfs.#anyway. I finally got to sink my teeth into someone last night. was very good. I left a full teeth pattern on his shoulder.#also got to hear him talk about living in Washington DC back in the 1970s which was really neat.#talked about religion and coming out and his past relationships. was really fun.#felt a bit love-bomb-y at times but hard to distinguish between genuine verbose enthusiasm and emotional pressure.#but I'm a big girl I know how to set my boundaries.#he was definitely into men not women and kept calling me a man but weirdly enough it didn't bother me.#doesn't matter how he viewed me. I felt like myself. and that means more than what he sees me as#wait wait I forgot the beginning of the story. got stood up by a guy at the park and I was chilling out of my car in the darkness#and this couple shows up and she immediately bends over and he pulls down her pants and starts fucking her.#which means that unless I want to disturb and spook them.. I am stuck because my car is close to theirs and it'll make noise#honestly funniest situation I've been in. and then the old guy hit me up and I accepted that I would have to interrupt them#so I coughed very loudly first and then went to my car and left#I stayed the night and the next morning (today) he shows me his apartment and I think he's republican???#he has a framed picture of Ronald Reagan. A FRAMED PICTURE OF RONALD REAGAN.#also the novelty Biden toilet paper.#am I a bad person now?#have I accidentally betrayed my people and my cause?
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ayoyoungg · 1 year
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dream show 2 was amazing…i cried
#and to preface - I was excited when o started to concert prep last week by listening to dream songs#cuz it’s honestly been awhile - and then my excitement was not there honestly even during today - as in I just wasn’t hype#maybe cuz I went by myself - but then on the drive there and when I got to the venue I was like oh yeah#drive + parking + lining up was soooo easy breezy for me (literally did all three things in 1 hour)#only disappointment was I didn’t get a slogan - but that’s on me - honestly unless it’s like one of your ults or you’re doing other stuff ->#there’s no point in getting to the venue super early#I had the aisle seat and sorta made concert friends w/ the person next to me (picture bretman rock but maybe not bretman rock)#we had a lil moment in Boom where we both sang haechan’s ad lib together#anyways I don’t know if this is a gen Z thing a 4th gen kpop fan thing or an LA kpop concert-goers thing but my section SAT the whole time#which was kinda nice but kinda not??#Trigger the Fever is my all-time favorite dream song & I was so ecstatic it even made the setlist ->#I should be jumping during Trigger the Fever!! but alas we sat & so I think that bummed me a bit#but tell me why we stood for Candy of all songs 🙃 really?!#also like we didn’t chant NCT or Encore…like bruh I know we know that there’s still more but that’s part of the concert experience#Dream’s concert was amazing and really put 127’s recent concert to shambles..sorry had to make the comparison#interestingly enough though the members didn’t really talk to us like at all - just the greeting and thanks you’s??#but I personally didn’t really mind that?? I feel like they fit in more songs 🤷🏾‍♀️#they knew what they were doing w/ prioritizing giving us group perfs since it was this 1st world tour (no solo stages)#HAECHAN!! HAECHAN!! Haechan was next level artiste out of this world on another dimension - GOD his stage presence#JAEMIN was soooo good/talented like I hate to say how I was pleasantly shocked b/c my expectations were lower - not that I thought ->#poorly of him rather he stood out more than I expected - like I just noticed him - like he did his duty so well - also very handsome irl#Renjun was a cutie patootie and looked like a gnome at the end#sound at the beginning wasn’t the best but Chenle always carried!!#2019 jasmine would’ve been sooo much more hype but even now I feel like my inner ‘child’ was sated like that was everything I ever wanted#7dream literally was my favorite unit for the longest time#ok so I don’t even care for Hello Future like that but y’all they played an orchestra instrumental followed by the live stage & that got me#dream is great at having those songs that sound like hope & youth & enlightenment and so I’m not too surprised I cried#great concert..4/18/23..Honda Center#me#jt
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kingkonoha · 6 months
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prompt! established relationship and reader asks gojo to teach how to ride him and suck him off 🫣
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𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒!
𝐀/𝐍 || okayyy (;
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 || gojo x fem!reader
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 || 18+ ONLY — MDNI — riding, oral, unprotected sex
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“Gojo? Can I ask you somethin’?”
Gojo looked down at you — his cute girlfriend, sitting right on his lap — and he grinned softly.
“Of course, baby.” His large hand rubbed against your back. “What is it?”
“Well . . . I just . . .” A wave of heat rushed through your veins, and you couldn’t look Gojo in the eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden. Truth be told, you were nervous about how he might respond to your sinful question, but you had to ask.
After all, as you straddled his lap, one leg on each side of him, you could feel his protruded shaft through his pants. Feeling his hard cock pressed against your clothed pussy had you fighting the urge to squirm around and grind on it.
But Gojo had it worse.
Feeling your warm thighs and ass on his body is what made his dick harden in his pants to begin with.
And, when you suddenly looked into his eyes with a pleading, desperate gaze, he nearly came right then and there.
“I wanna ride you,” you said softly. “Can you teach me how to do it? Please?”
Gojo answered your question by lifting you off of his lap and placing you down on your knees. Your formerly soft gaze turned into one of utter confusion.
“Why am I on the floor?” You asked. You didn’t know much about riding, but you certainly knew that you had to be on him, not the ground.
“Because,” Gojo stood up, unbuckling his belt. “I need my baby to get my dick all nice and wet for me before we start. Can you do that?”
You nodded worriedly, as Gojo’s cock was long and thick, and you didn’t know how well you could take it down your throat.
When he pulled it out of his black boxers, his large hand gripped your chin, and he ran his thumb across your soft lips.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded.
Obediently, you did as you were told. Wrapping your lips around his tip, you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, seeking approval.
“There you go, pretty.” He said. “Try to take a little more than that. You can do it.”
Taking a bit more of him down your throat was no easy feat, but you did it. Your warm mouth soaked his cock as he gripped your head, starting to thrust in and out of your mouth as he tossed his head back.
“Fuck, baby,” he whined. “Sorry — can’t help myself. Your fucking mouth — holy shit. It feels so good . . .”
You could feel the thick vein along his cock throb against your tongue, and after only a few thrusts down your throat, he wanted nothing more than to release his load all over your tongue and watch you swallow it like the good girl you were.
But he wanted to cum inside of you even more.
Suddenly, Gojo pulled his dick out of your mouth as he panted.
He sat back down in the chair. With two of his fingers, he motioned for you to come over.
“C’mere, baby. Get on top of me.”
“Okay,” you said, wiping the string of spit away from your chin as you made your way over onto his lap.
Your hole hovered over his hard dick. Placing his large hands on your hips, Gojo whispered, “It’s okay, I got you. Just sink down on it nice and slow.”
His leaky, red tip touched your hole. Slowly, you started to take more of him inside of you, inch by inch.
“That’s it. You’re such a good fucking girl,” he leaned forward and kiss your cheek. “Let your pussy adjust to my size for a second, then slowly bounce up and down. I won’t let go of you, but I can’t promise that I won’t thrust up into you, baby. You make me lose control . . .”
“Gojo,” you whined, gripping his shoulders as you slowly moved along his length. “You’re filling me up already, I can’t . . .”
“You can do it, sweetheart. Take that dick. I got you.” Gojo pressed his forehead against yours, and he moaned softly.
When you started to increase your speed and ride him properly, Gojo couldn’t control his moans any longer.
Not when your pussy had him seeing the gates of heaven.
With his eyes closed, mouth wide open, Gojo started to buck his hips up, and god — hearing your little shocked squeal made him moan even more loudly.
“Hmm,” he gripped your hips harder, “just like that, just like that, baby. Let’s make a fucking mess, okay? Cum all over my cock. Do it.”
“Oh my god,” you could feel your orgasm building up in your stomach, and Gojo’s pretty, fucked-out face was a telltale sign that he was close as well.
“I’m so close — hm!”
You were cut off by Gojo suddenly kissing you deeply. He swirled his tongue around yours rapidly, moaning into your mouth as his hands moved from your hips to your ass. The rhythm in which he slammed in and out of you started to grow sloppy. His toes started to curl.
When you came around his cock, it finally sent him over the edge.
“Shit, I’m cumming, there’s so fucking much of it, baby,” with a whine, he shot his heavy load deep inside of your squelching, tight pussy. His cock throbbed and spurted out even more cum deeply inside of you, and after a while, your mixed juices started to run down his dick.
“So nasty,” he teased, leaving soft, wet kisses down your neck. “You did so well. I gotta reward my baby, don’t I?”
Before you could respond, Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, his cock still inside of your pussy.
He took you to your bedroom, and as he tossed you on the bed, he excitedly lowered his head in between your thighs.
Diving right into your pussy, he licked your clit as he shoved two long fingers in and out of you.
And he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
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wysteria-bloom · 18 days
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⚝ "oh shit you're crying okay"
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Hazbin Hotel boys react to you crying at a party
Warnings : mentions of val. hate that motherfucker.
Genre : angst, comfort, fluff
A/n : bro I jump between fandom obsessions too much I need help. Why am I simping for THE DEVIL from THE BIBLE and A TV-HEAD MAN 😭😭 actually devastated with myself. Anyways Vox and Alastor's may be a bit longer because... yeah. Angel-Dust's is a friend relationship but you can interpret it differently if you are a dude lol
Characters : angel-dust, husk, alastor, vox, lucifer
▢ angel dust 𔘓
When he walked into the bathroom, he was shocked at first at the sight of you, feeling fear grip his heart.
Had Val got his hands on you when he was distracted? He would never forgive himself if he had-
"Toots, ya can't jus' go an' disappear on me like that," He began softly as he closed the bathroom door, locking it for privacy," had me tearin' out my hair."
You sniffed as you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks swollen from tears," s-sorry..." you whimpered out, curling in on yourself a little more.
He grimaced at the dirty floor you were sitting on before maneuvering around you sit next to you, one of his arms pulling you into his side-embrace comfortingly.
"This party's fuckin' shitty, ain't it? Sorry for bringin' ya here, doll." He sighed out, hand caressing your side softly.
You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from sobbing as you shook your head vehemently," i-it's not that, Angel... you were only trying to cheer me up..." you furiously wiped at your eyes to stop more tears from falling," I just-... Fucking hate everything down here..."
He hummed, head leaning on top of yours," cheers to that." He droned out with a frown.
You looked up at him, his heart squeezing at the innocent look on your face. You weren't supposed to be down in a place like this, there was no way.
"Can we just... go get ice cream or something?" You then gulped, waving a hand," b-but if you're having fun-"
"Nah. I'd rather do one of Charlie's trust exercises than be in this shit-hole." He stood up smoothly and pulled you with him, keeping you close to him as he grinned toothily," I would kill for an ice cream right now."
▢ alastor ⍋
He didn't willingly want to be here, in fact he stayed for a total of 15 minutes to please Charlie before escaping outside to leave.
But the sight of you sitting on the steps outside sniffling to yourself made him pause in his long strides.
You had your head hung low, a red plastic cup sitting at your side alone.
You were prime for manipulation.
But... Alastor found himself being sympathetic. He breathed out a sigh before walking over to you," my, what do we have here? My dear, being out in the open in such a vulnerable state is a bold choice!" He exclaimed, grinning down at you, but it wasn't as sharp as it usually was.
You jumped at his sudden presence," Jesus-!" You looked up.
"Not quite!"
You seemed to relax at the sight of the red-haired demon and sighed in relief," Alastor..." you gave him a weak smile, wiping away at your tears," Wh-what brings you out here, huh? Needed fresh air?"
He sat down on the steps with you," As a matter of fact, I was planning my great escape from this wretched event!" He tilted his head at you, hair falling along with him as he regarded you with a knowing glint in his eyes," I believe you're well acquainted with the feeling, hmm?"
Your smile fell as you huffed, deciding it was useless to keep up a happy persona around Alastor when he was so good at reading right through you," You could say that."
"What bothers you so, my dear?" He gave you a closed-eyed smile, tugging at your cheek like an annoying auntie would do," perhaps your favourite radio demon can be of service to you."
He earned a giggle from you as you waved his hand away amusedly, making his expression soften at the sound.
"You're the only radio demon I know." You raised a brow at him in amusement.
He nodded with an exageratted shrug," I wouldn't have it any other way, dear."
You smiled genuinely at him, feeling your worries already disappearing," parties suck." You answered his previous question.
"Aha!" His smile looked like a grimace and his fluffy ears flattened as if an unpleasant memory was reminded to him," agreed."
"They're gross."
"Tell me about it!"
"And the people in it make me want to kill myself. Again."
He snapped his fingers at you," I knew we had something in common! Well-said, cher, very well-said~!" He pressed a hand to his heart - as if he had one.
As you laughed, your tears dried up and you leaned back a little," as for you being of service?..." You trailed off, referring back to his earlier inquiry. A soft smile made its way to your lips," I think you've helped enough already, Al."
The red demon's posture seemed to stiffen but relax, his grin curving gently which was his way of softening it," Wonderful to hear, my dear."
He gave you a gentle pat to the shoulder and you had never felt so comforted in that moment.
▢ husk ꩜
Before even attending the party, he knew something was up with you. You weren't smiling as much on the way there, and you were jumpy at his comforting touches.
Even so, you insited that you wanted to spend time with everyone at the party despite his assurances that you could stay home.
When he found you crying in the bathroom, he froze in his spot before grumbling to himself and closing the door behind him, not before giving a growl and a deadly glare at the demon that was whining about needing a piss.
He led you gently from the ground to a standing position before settling you on the toilet seat.
The silence between you both was soft and comforting, hanging in the air like a gentle caress of wind.
He got down on his knees in front of you and began to wipe away at your tears, a deep frown settled on his face.
You only stared into his eyes with your glassy ones, bottom lip trembling," my makeup probably looks so fucking gross..." you sobbed.
Husk snorted," should be the least of your worries, doll." When you finally stopped crying he huffed and flicked your forehead," you have some serious FOMO." He grumbled out, an amused smirk on his fluffy face.
You sniffled and nodded, choking back more tears," I know."
"And you need to know when to stop if you're uncomfortable."
You nodded again," I know.."
His brows furrowed," and you still look pretty with your makeup running down your face." His reassurance was sweet and charming despite the disgruntled expression on his face.
A watery smile broke onto your lips,"... Thank you." You breathed out softly.
"Wanna get the fuck outta here? There's a nice bar I know a few blocks away we could drink at. Just the two of us."
You hummed," Sounds awesome."
▢ vox ᯤ
When he agreed to go to this stupid party for Val, he wasn't expecting to run into something like this.
His greatest enemy, you, was sat outside with your head in your hands as you sobbed and cursed to yourself.
To be honest he was torn between making fun of you or just taking advantage of the situation and killing you.
But there was that little voice in the back of his coding that screamed to comfort you.
He groaned and ran his hands down his face," fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to you.
He stood behind you and watched as you paused to look up at him, face puffy and pathetic.
He grinned wryly at the sight," Holy shit you're an ugly crier." He stated without thinking.
Your wide eyes turned half-lidded as you turned your attention away from him," Go fuck yourself, Vox. I'm not in the mood for your whiny baby shit." You grumbled out.
"Hey, hey. Whiny baby is too far, sweetheart. Take the insults down a few notches, yeah?" He then sat down next to you," treating me like this when about to comfort you. The fuckin' nerve of you."
You gave him a deadly glare, growling," Vox, leave. I told you I'm not in the fucking m-" you were interrupted by being pulled into a sudden embrace, making you shut up immediately.
There was a long awkward silence as you were pulled into Vox's side in a side-hug.
Then you spoke with a small voice,"... what is this." Was more of a demand than a question.
"Comfort." Vox replied casually when he was fucking sweating buckets.
"........ huh...." you bit your lip as you felt tears sting at your eyes,"... alright."
You leaned into him unknowingly, making him gush a little to himself. Why the fuck was he being soft right now? He didn't know.
"You looked hot tonight. All dolled up." He gritted out.
"Yeah? Looked? Past-tense?"
He nodded," you look like a wet-rag now."
You snorted," fuck you, man." You grumbled, and leaned your head onto his shoulder," fuck, I'm pathetic..."
"Yeah. But it's okay." He replied as comfortingly as he could but it just came out awkwardly," y'know parties are supposed to be fun? Why are you crying?"
"I hate my life? Or lack thereof?"
He hummed with a nod," Fair enough." Then he smiled widely," guess we have one thing in common, huh?"
You looked up at him before you sent him a slightly amused smirk," do we?"
He cleared his throat at your expression and looked away quickly, blush on his screen,"I-I mean.. yeah. Fucking sucks down here. Literal shit hole." Then he shrugged, trying to brush off the stutter of his heart," but... but at least you're not like... alone or whatever the fuck."
You stared for a moment, eyes softening as you nodded in agreement,"... Yeah. At least there's that, huh?"
You leaned back into his embrace with less tension in your body as Vox began to relax alongside you.
▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝
He came to this party just to make a brief appearance for his daughter's celebration of the hotel being rebuilt to be honest.
But he took quick note of how you had left very suddenly, mumbling to him about needing to take a breather outside. He was worried, of course, but he just left you in your lonesome until he got worried when you didn't return for 20 minutes.
When he walked outside onto the balcony of the hotel his eyes widened in horror at the sigh of you sobbing to yourself.
"Oh shit you're crying okay ummm," He walked over to you quickly, playing with his fingers awkwardly," Honey is everything okay? Do...do you need a hug?"
"Shit... sorry..." you mumbled looking up at him ashamedly from the floor, smiling pathetically as tears trailed down your cheeks," I.. I'm sorry you have to see me like this..."
He frowned deeply, his nervousness subsiding as he crouched down in front of you," Don't apologise for something so silly." He mumbled, grabbing on your hand and gently squeezing," what's wrong? Is it something I can help with?"
His concern was incredibly sweet and touching, not something you would expect from the King of Hell.
But here he was comforting you like you were the most precious treasure to him. And you were... aside from Charlie, for obvious reasons.
You sniffled and felt your tears gathering again at his concern, you bottom lip trembling. At the sight, he frowned," Oh, love... oh honey..." He brought you into a hug, arms wrapping securely around you as he let his wings embrace you as well," I'm here now... always will be..."
You nodded against him as you just cried your heart out.
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mrfoox · 1 year
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Thought about that theory of attraction thing, where you attract people who are similar to you and if that's a thing I couldn't be happier
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yourmidnightlover · 21 days
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forever?
pairing: mob!bucky x reader
summary: after being forced into a marriage you didn’t want, you become very cautious of your new husband out of fear of what he’s capable of when one of his employees makes a move at a dinner meeting.
warnings: anxious reader, threat of domestic violence (reader is just worried abt it), groping, please let me know if i missed something or need to add anything!
a/n: reader is very timid in this. i know a lot of people like a reader who doesn’t take shit and stands up for herself, but i often find myself in situations where i just shut down and don’t know how to respond… so this is kinda inspired by that feeling
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two months out of forever.
two months of what seemed like wedded bliss from the outside.
in reality, that “bliss” included sleeping in separate rooms, never even seeing each other unless necessary to make appearances for either of your parents. 
the ones who arranged for this to happen in the first place. 
you were just glad you were able to have your time for yourself. you thought you would use the time to continue writing for your book, but you’ve hit a serious case of writers block. so lovely. 
on the bright side, he wasn’t as controlling as your few friends had made it seem he would be. 
they had painted this picture of a monster in your head. a man who would loom over your presence during every waking second. a man who was controlling and wouldn’t let you have a personal life or secrets.
so far, he’s been the opposite. 
for some reason, that still leaves you unsteady. 
because they also painted him in a very violent, angry, red light. 
but maybe he had a mistress. if that were the case, he truly didn’t respect you or your family. it didn’t seem like bucky to do that, though. he wouldn’t ruin a business deal that benefitted him so much. 
the reason you married him was because your father’s finance business was going under, drowned in debts while the only options were to sell to the barnes’ or the rumlow’s. the barnes’ seemed the lesser of two evils.
the only way to smoothly transition your father’s business to be under the barnes’ control without raising any question of your father’s capability was to marry. if any questions were asked about why your father sold his company, the not so good side of the finance industry would trample after your entire family. the barnes’ would get a new company and their many clients, while your family wouldn’t become entirely blacklisted by the entire country, would be putting your family under the barnes’ protection, and there would be less questions asked as to why the company had been merged.
you had a few months of “leaking” images of you and bucky together into the tabloids to prepare the public for the news of such a big marriage. some were photos of you and bucky holding hands while walking. a couple of you at a restaurant smiling. a few staged kissing photos… those may or may not have been your favorite.
those times spent with him, in all honesty, weren’t bad at all. going for walks together at sunset, dinner dates, feeling his lips against yours…
you had gotten to know more about his childhood that the tabloids didn’t feel was important to cover. his favorite subject in school and how he actually lost his arm so many years ago. you learned each others’ fears and worries in life. your favorite thing to learn about him, however, was what he truly wanted in life. 
peace.
a couple weeks after the wedding, a few photos of the reception were once again “leaked” in order to sell the “too in love to wait” bit that everyone had started assuming upon seeing the first few photos of you and bucky together. 
but all of your history with him flew to the back of your mind as bucky knocked on your office door. 
“come in,” you replied hesitantly, not sure what he wanted from you for the first time since your wedding. he stepped through the threshold and stood at the doorframe. 
“there’s a work meeting tomorrow,” his hand remained on the doorknob, so stiff you’d think he might rip it off the precious white wood in seconds. “the men are meeting at the house. i wanted to let you know. the men in this business, they expect marriages to be of the… traditional values.”
you nodded with understanding, turning to face him with a forced grin. “so i should play the part of the doting housewife, huh?” no smile in return, so you bit back your humor in turn for matching his serious tone. “what food should i prepare, then? and uh, how many guests will we be expecting?”
“whatever’s easiest for you,” he shrugged lightly. “there will be 9 of us there.” with one final look in your direction, he left the office and didn’t return to say goodnight. 
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the next morning you got to work setting the house up for the 6pm meeting your loving husband was hosting. 
you had decided to set up a buffet-style table outside of the main dining room where the meeting would take place. for the menu, you settled on simple grilled chicken with quite a few side options. roast potatoes, asparagus, sauteed carrots, green beans, and rolls. 
you were putting the rolls in the oven when bucky got home, seemingly entranced by the smell of all the food, heading straight to the kitchen.
“it smells amazing in here,” bucky called from the archway of the kitchen. you jumped slightly from the surprise, but swallowed down the shock and another weak smile. 
“thanks,” you nodded to the edge of the island where a large chalkboard sat, your handwriting neatly displayed on the board that listed all the food to be had. “the menu. i figured a variety would be nice, and who doesn’t like chicken, right?”
“vegetarians,” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was telling a joke. but you knew better than that. “the men are coming in a little less than an hour. do you maybe want to change before they get here?”
you looked down at what you were wearing, a pair of blue jeans and a loose t-shirt clearly not worthy of someone who had married a barnes man. “right, of course. i’m sorry,” you finished setting the timer on the oven and ran upstairs to get yourself put together before bucky saw the tears trying to seep past your waterline. 
you settled on a black cocktail dress you had worn to one of your dad’s company events before the downfall… quickly swiping some makeup on to cover the exhaustion in your eyes and pulling your hair up to a more respectable updo rather than your typical messy bun. 
luckily you had become an expert at quickly getting ready from your time in university, as you were back in time to pull the rolls from the oven, but not before pulling on your apron. you’d be dammed if you got this stunning dress dirty right before this prestigious meeting. 
t-5 minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin and you could already hear lots of rustling from the formal dining room. you knocked on the closed doors before bucky opened the door for you. 
the men went silent as their gaze rested on you in the doorway. 
“the foods ready. buffet style?” your eyes didn’t leave bucky’s pretty blues, too scared to do anything wrong in front of his men. 
“that’s perfect, my love,” his hands gravitated to your waist before pulling your body taut against his, one hand moving a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper. “you look ravishing…”
as he pulled back, you were sure your blush was evident across your cheeks. you tried to hide it behind a smile, shrugging with a shy ‘thanks’ leaving your lips. 
“what do you say to my stunning wife, boys?” his hand squeezed your waist once more before turning to the other men, ‘thank you’s being echoed throughout the room as they stood and made their way to the kitchen to make their plates. 
in a matter of minutes, all the food was gone. you figured it was best they liked the food, even if you didn’t get to try any of it yourself like you had planned. 
you got started on cleaning everything up with earbuds in your ears, starting with the dishes already in the sink from when you were cooking. then, you were sure to place the dishes that the food was in inside the sink for you to clean before starting on wiping the counters, then sweeping, then mopping, and then back to the dishes. 
you didn’t realize that bucky had called for a break in the meeting, however. you were in for quite the rude awakening when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, but not the ones you were semi-familiar with. 
you turned around with a gasp, shock evident on your face as you tried to piece together whoever this man was. blond hair, blue eyes… definitely not steve though. you knew steve well and had seen him often. 
you pulled your earbuds from your ears in attempt to better understand what was going on. his hands were still gripping your sides, but you couldn’t necessarily escape his touch. you were backed against the sink. even if you could fight him, you’d likely lose to his strong grip. 
“is the meeting-is it over already?” your voice was so much more cowardly than you’d ever expected yourself to be. 
“no, no,” he shook his head. “just a little break, some of the guys were getting antsy.” you leaned back further, trying to create some semblance of space between you. “i figured i’d say a special thank you, on behalf of all of us guys in there.” he let one hand cup the side of your face and neck, his other hand trailing down from your waist, firmly grasping your ass with a sqeeze before you jumped at the invasion.
“i don’t-i’ve got it…”
“john,” he smiled grossly, as if he could convince you to go to bed with him.
“no need for a thanks,” you tried to remind him. “i did this for bucky. for my husband.” your eyebrows rose, trying to emphasize that his boss was also your husband. 
“i’m sure he won’t mind you getting a little bit of extra special attention, don’t you?”
then, a growling voice cut through the fear running through your veins. 
“i think he might mind.”
you turned to face bucky with wide eyes before facing john, wishing the tears welling in your eyes would just go away. 
his hands slowly retracted, stepping back with a chuckle.
“sorry, sir,” he smiled before turning to face your husband. “she was just telling me how she wanted some extra attention, weren’t you, toots?” he tilted his head expectantly.
your mouth opened, nothing leaving in spite of your brain screaming at you. what would bucky do? would he take his side? would he believe you? would he hurt you? 
you’ve embarrassed him now… humiliated him in his own home. surely he’ll take action against you for this. 
your mind replayed stories your old friends had told you about him. how he would lash out at men that betrayed him. how he never took shit from anyone who showed him any disrespect. how he was the kind of man to shoot first and ask quesitons later.
and now, in a way, you’ve both betrayed and disrespected him. or at least, that’s what he’ll think. 
you didn’t even realize tears were flowing down your face until your sobs were interrupted. 
“enough!” you finally looked at bucky before his eyes softened for a second before walking closer to you. “go to the room.” he ordered sternly. 
“but the dish-”
“i’ll take care of it,” he interrupted gravely, “go. to. the. room.” 
“yes, sir,” you nodded and swiftly left the room entirely, collapsing against the door once you had shut it, sobs wracking your body. you held your knees against your chest before trying to regulate your breathing.
he won’t hurt you.
he has to protect his image.
you’ve embarrassed him.
you’re his wife.
you’re his business deal.
you’ve humiliated him.
he’ll hurt you.
you didn’t know how long it had been since the incident. 
your sobs had subsided. you had, at some point, moved to your bed. you were still rocking your body back and forth, trying to self sooth. 
and then there was a knock at the door. 
your body instinctively jumped at the sudden noise, although it wasn’t harsh in any manner, at least not one that you were expecting. 
he twisted the knob, slowly opening the door with slow movements. 
“i-i’m so sorry,” you began apologizing as soon as he stepped through the threshold into your room. “i swear-i swear i didn’t tell him that. i didn’t even realize he was there, i promise. i wouldn’t lie to you. i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry. please believe me.” your body was still rocking and you didn’t even notice he was as close to you as he was until you saw his hand moving by your head.
automatically, you assumed the absolute worst, your head ducking into your body like a fucking turtle, the meekest squeal leaving your lips mixed with a sob. your arms went over your head protectively, as if a bomb were about to go off.
“sweetheart,” his voice sounded so broken, so torn, so unexpectedly soft. 
you finally looked at him for the first time since he came in your room. his flesh hand was holding his metal one as if it were something that could kill. in ways, it was. 
“you-there’s no need to…” after looking at him for a second longer, you noticed that his eyes had tears that almost mirrored your own. “i would never, ever lay a hand on you. i’m so sorry for scaring you. i can’t…” he sighed. “i can’t believe i made you believe i’d ever hurt you.”
“i’m sorry,” you pleaded with him once again. 
“you have nothing to apologize for,” he hesitated to reach for your hands before settling on simply grabbing a spare pillow. “i came up here to apologize. for my tone earlier… i know john. he never knows his boundaries. i should’ve… you never should’ve been put in that situation. that’s my fault. that’s on me. and i will spend the rest of forever to make it up to you.” 
“you don’t have to-”
“no, my love,” he shook his head. “can i-can i hold your hands? please?” you, without hesitation, grabbed his hands yourself. “i need to make it up to you. you’re mine. you’re my wife. it’s my job to protect you, to keep you safe. and to have someone ruin that? to touch what’s mine in my own home? i’m so sorry.” he brought your hands to his lips, pressing at least ten kisses to each hand. he was so gentle and careful it was a good thing you knew better than to think it actually meant anything.
you were surprised, to say the least, at how tender he was being with you. 
how could you have ever thought he would hurt you? that he would raise his hand and swing? that he would cause you harm? he was here declaring that he would make up this incident for the rest of eternity when it wasn’t even his doing… 
“will you stay with me tonight?” his eyes lit up at the request.
“are you sure you want that?” he became a touch more reserved. “i don’t know if it’s a good idea since you were worried i would…” his voice trailed off.
“i’m sure,” you nodded before scooting over in the bed. 
sure, your marriage was arranged and didn’t stem from true love. you may not have talked outside of when absolutely necessary. you might have even been terrified of him at one point. 
but now, the thought of forever with bucky barnes didn’t seem half bad. 
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transmascrage · 1 year
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Video by ErinInTheMorning on TikTok
[Transcript (there's captions on screen but in case you can't turn on audio):
Erin: "File this one away for the transgender history books, whenever they write about our history; today Lindsey Spero, a trans man, stood in front of the Florida Board of Medicine, which was about to vote to medically ban all gender affirming care for trans youth.
He stood there to deliver his testimony, he delivered a little bit of it, but then he took the remainder of his testimony time to stand there and inject his hormone therapy in front of all of them in stunned silence, and then he turned around and raised his fist. Watch this."
Lindsey: "My name is Lindsey Spero, I'm 25 years old, I'm a resident of St. Petersburg, Florida. I'm also transgender.
I am someone who was subjected to treatments that have been questionable, that were mentioned by people like that woman who came up and spoke, I can tell you for a fact that her child is going to grow up hating her.
I'm sure you've heard many stories that sound like mine already, over the last few months my trans siblings and family members have stood before you, put their hearts on full display and vulnerable pleaded with you to listen to our stories and perspectives.
The American Academy of Pediatrics has condemned your actions and our federal government has spoken out against the actions you seek to take regarding the necessary health care for trans youth.
I could stand here and tell you about the times I attempted to end my life because I didn't have access to gender affirming care but I know, I know you don't care. I see you sneering at us while we come here and talk to you.
Instead I'm going to take the rest of my time to demonstrate the sacred and weekly ritual of my shot in front of you, in this body.
My medication is life saving, I will use HRT for the rest of my life, your denial of my need for this medication, doesn't make my existence as a trans person any less real.
I will be giving myself my subcutaneous shot in my stomach. If you have a needle phobia, please look away."
Lindsey injects his T-shot in silence, helped by another person who passes him a needle and the testosterone in its vial.
After finishing, he raises his fist and turns around to the audience.
Lindsey: "Tomorrow and forever."
The crowd cheers and a few people get up to clap.
Erin: "That, that is what I'm talking about! Good job Lindsey! This is the kind of resistance that matters!"
End transcript.]
(As a sidenote, it seems that Lindsey identifies as nonbinary, not necessarily (or exclusively, anyways) as a trans man. Some articles identify him as transmasc but all of his socials state nonbinary.)
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targaryenluvs · 2 months
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— SOLIDIFY
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pairings: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader, percy jackson x sister!reader
summary: yourself and luke are navigating your new relationship. with the two of you being popular amongst the camp, eyes were on you always. some tended to wander to places reserved for the other.
warnings: creepy boy, protective luke & percy (yk the drill), arguments, fighting/violence, flirting, luke being a tease, cutesy patchups
a/n: this does kind of remind of a fic i already have so let’s just say i drew inspo 😋 also i’m a sucker of mean luke hehehe - kind of regretting making it into a series rather than one long fic
wordcount: 880 words
taglist: @songofthesuns @gayforyelena @taloulalila @honeydanny @7s3ven @sssi-nr @percabethtears @gr1mes-cc @2hiigh2cry @10ava01 @ahh-chickens @fangirl-swagg @anotherblackreader @midmourn @lovelyforesst @urfavpogue @lilacspider @mysteris-things @whoreyzontal @lunalixya @dangelnleif @wordsarelife
part i, part ii, part iii, part iv - finale out now!!
ii. solidify
you were luke’s, even if the guy infront of you didn’t know it. luke knew it, you knew it, and that’s all that mattered. luke definitely knew it, by the amount of times he’d kissed you all over, hands wandering—
besides the point.
but luke had composure, something he prided himself on. he was able to keep a pokerface when need be. and he really did need it. this boy was pushing his buttons, and seemingly trying to undo yours.
luke watched on for a bit, trying his hardest to keep up the smile on his face that everyone knew. thankfully, he didn’t need to step in this time. as annoying percy’s protectiveness over you waynhave been, it had its perks. such as percy being annoyed by the same things as luke.
“hey y/n, i’m feeling kind of tired. you mind walking me back to our cabin?” percy stood behind you as you turned his way, laughter from behind you caused a scowl to come over your face. “what’re you laughing at?” the boy crossed his arms, “the fact that this kid can’t walk alone.” percy’s fist was itching to connect with this guys face, but he knew you could handle it.
“this kid, is my brother. and if you have something else to say you sure as hell better be ready for someone to talk back.” you were eye to eye now, and you could see him practically shrink back into himself. “that’s what i thought.” the campers rung out in ‘oohs’ as you turned to guide percy away.
what you didnt anticipate was for him to fight back. “the hell do you think you’re doing?” his fingers clung onto your wrist, and that was more than enough for luke to punch him square in the jaw. but that wasn’t enough, with each leg over the boys waist he continued to raise his fist, over and over.
until eventually you managed to pry him off of the boy. but the damage was done, he was currently cradling his wrists and crying out, “he broke it!”
“you idiot. come on.” percy was in front of the two of you, deciding to say out of the way as you reprimanded him, “and again, i can handle myself just fine!”
“is it so wrong of me to want to protect you?” luke shouted as the two of you stopped in your tracks. “you’re my— best friend.” thankfully your back was facing percy, the smile on your face was wide. “i know, and i thank you for wanting to protect me. but i can fight my own battles luke. don’t do it again.” percy furrowed his eyebrows, “so can i.” you laughed, “no you can’t percy.”
once you’d settled percy in you walked luke to his empty cabin. luke’s smugness was irking you, “why are you so happy?” luke shrugged, “hurt him good, why wouldn’t it be happy?” you shoved him inside, your head was hurting from the whole encounter. “happy? you’re happy for hurting someone?” luke’s hands rested on either cheek, his eyes seemed darker than usual, “he hurt you, and i can’t let that happen.” you shook your head.
“seriously, what the hell was that?” you were so close to choking him, and not in a fun way. “what was what? me defending you? that guys hands were all over you, i broke them, he won’t be using them again. problem solved.” you walked him over to his bed before pushing him down. luke’s own hands were bruised, the moonlight seemed to dance over them, dried blood and shallow cuts. you inspected them with care, before grabbing a first aid kit.
“i’m not incompetent yknow? i can handle myself just fine. you undermined me out there, im a camp counsellor, i’m a leader. you made me look like i need saving!” he exhaled, whilst you wiped over his knuckles with wipes before walking away to throw the rubbish out. “i didn’t mean to, i just— i saw him. and his hands on you and i couldn’t just sit back.” you were situated between his legs, his hands came up to rest on your hips.
your hand tangled in his hair, thumb rubbing up and down as he rested his head against your stomach. “i know, i know. it’s sweet, that you want to protect me but you can’t treat me like a kid. i’m your—.” the silence between the two of you was comforting, never awkward.
“say it.” his voice was soft and sweet, almost desperate, he looked up at you and your own heart was threatening to leap out of your chest. just one look from luke was more than enough to send your head spiralling. “i’m your girlfriend, luke. and you’re my—.”
“boyfriend, your loving, loyal, extremely hot and amazing swordsmen of a boyfriend. and i’m pretty good in other areas too.” you hid your head in your hands, the heat in your cheeks was annoying you, “nah, i wanna see you.”
he managed to lift you up, despite your squeals of protest, and lay down with you on the bed, “i’ll protect you any day, anytime.” luke peppered your face with kisses as you begged him to stop, “never.”
you groaned, “god you’re cheesy luke!”
“only for you.”
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elliescumslvt · 1 month
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Very Good - Ellie Williams
College AU Ellie Williams x AFAB (assigned female at birth) reader. There is no use of Y/N, or a chosen name for the reader. 3.6k words
Content includes: fingering (reader receiving), oral sex/cunnilingus (reader receiving), kissing, cursing, pet names (babe, baby, lover, love, ex), sub!reader + dom!ellie, and overall vivid descriptions of sexual activity.
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The moon shone brightly in contrast to the inky sky. The light passed through the window, and lit the room a sparkly gray. I bounced my knee against the wooden desk as I rested my head against the cool surface. My eyes drooped with exhaustion as a result of my long study session. 
A loud knocking suddenly shocked me, causing my head to fly up. I begrudgingly stood up, and walked over to the door. Upon opening it, my face deepens to a blood red. 
“I need a distraction.” Ellie states, pushing past me into my dorm. She flings herself onto my bed, and pushes on her elbows to sit up. “Are you busy?”
Her words echo in my head as I bite down on my lip. Truthfully, I was behind in a few of my classes. I desperately needed to study. However, her sweet honey tone and wide begging eyes tempted me. “I’m not sure Els, I kinda need to work on more of my assignments-” Her groan cuts off my words. Brown soft strands stuck up in random directions atop her head, and her eyes now drooped with similar exhaustion to mine. My lip remains between my teeth as I turn my head away from the scene. If I had any hope of going back to studying, I could not look anywhere near Ellie. 
“But.. I need you.” Ellie begged further, her words almost coming across whiny now. Her brows furrowed together, and her eyes were no longer pleading. With lids half open and a pouty lip, Ellie made me powerless. My pulse hammered against my temples, and a rush of blood traveled to my face. I curse internally, knowing that I could not possibly say no. 
“Need me for what?” I try to play dumb, hoping that there was still some way I could get out of this. But as my eyes traveled over her outfit, I was not sure if that would even be humane of me to do. She wore a thin black shirt, decalled with a band's name I did not know. The fabric clung to her upper arms, only further displaying her muscles. Her collarbone peeked out the stretched collar, and begged to be marked with sin. Cold air blows out my burning throat as I pathetically attempt to calm myself.
Ellie’s face changes into a smirk, and it's obvious she can read my thoughts. “Come here babe, let me touch you.” Her demanding tone forces my feet to drag me over, and all of a sudden I was crawling on the bed towards her. Sage green eyes met mine in an instant, and her arms opened to invite me in. My skin trembled as I finally reached her. Hands flew to my waist, dragging me further into my company's lap. I raise my arms with hesitance, and wrap them around her neck. 
As Ellie reads my nervous expression, a brow raises inquiry. “Why are you so tense? It's just us, love.” I feel as she drags a hand slowly over my shirt before pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. We are so close that I can feel her breath against my face, and it only makes me blush more. Her hand falls back to meet the other at my waist as she whispers, “You’re so pretty when you’re flustered.” 
My heart flies into my throat, preventing me from responding. All I can manage to do is move a slight bit forward towards her. Her lips enticed me, all pink and soft. Ellie’s freckles dotted her skin like stars, only making her all the more beautiful. “I can’t help it.” I mumble, though I am barely aware that I even spoke. My thoughts were plagued with images of her lips on mine, and all over my body. 
“I know.” She chuckles, her chest rising and falling quickly with her laughter. My cheeks impossibly got darker, now a deep crimson red. Ellie notices this right away, as she knows my own body better than myself. A calloused hand moves again from off my waist, and now slides under my shirt. It moves dangerously slow, causing goosebumps to raise all over my touched skin. Her fingers glide over my stomach, the motion going straight to my core. 
“Ellie.” I breathe out, my breath wet and hot. Her existing smirk only widens, and her head tilts.
“And I thought I was the one needing you. Hm?” She teases, though her tone is warm and sultry. Her eyes bore into mine, causing a shiver to pass over my spine. My spread thighs tremble on top of hers. The warmth passing between us was making my head even fuzzier, coherent sentences becoming nonexistent. As if Ellie sensed this, she moved her lips daringly closer to mine. Just as I think she’s going to lovingly close the gap between us, she bites down on my lower lip. A whine escapes me as she does so, only fueling her further. I see sparkles shine in her pupils, her lust obvious. Her teeth now graze over the sensitive skin, pulling yet another whimper from me. Desperate for more I push my lips onto hers, the motion hurried and sloppy. I wasn’t too sure of what I was doing, since I could barely think at all. It was really pathetic how quickly Ellie could get me riled up. 
Ellie reciprocated the kiss almost immediately. Her hand resting on my stomach began to climb up my body, the heat arousing me. Rough fingers gripped at the nape of my neck, holding me still as the kiss deepened. She moved with skill, her lips perfectly mashing with mine. The embrace was slow yet sensual. Low rumbles came from her throat as her brows narrowed together in focus. My mind and hers alike were solely focused on each other. 
Struggling, Ellie ripped her lips off mine. The skin was wet and puffy, her face similar in color. Her lip quivered as if it missed mine, and she bit down aggressively on it. “Mm need you now, babe.” Her voice was deep and scratchy, sounding as if her throat dried from the loss of my body. 
I nodded enthusiastically in response, that being all I could muster. In an instant, Ellie moved to lift me off her lap, and pushed me to lay down. The bed was warming up as our bodies were, the fabric temperature only dulling my mind more. She climbed over me, and moved to straddle my waist. Her thighs melted around my sharp hip bones. They were only shielded with thin shorts, and my hands flew to grip the fabric. Her face frantically came back to mine, our lips colliding again. The kiss started fast and needy, but soon changed into something more slow and brain numbing. I tug on her shorts desperately, trying to ground my souring head. One of Ellie’s hands grasped harshly on my hip, her fingernails imprinting crescents into my skin. A pleading moan leaves me at the sinful thought of her grip creating marks. Her other hand was wrapped around my neck, not preventing me from breathing but increasing my blood flow. I took deep sharp inhales as Ellie squeezed harder. She took this opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues wrapped around one another, the movement very familiar. 
“What do you need from me?” I croak out. My voice sounded whiny, and my eyes were wide and pleading. Our lips brush against each other as I speak. Our eye contact is intense, and I feel myself shrinking beneath her. 
Ellie chuckles as her hands explore my body, worshiping all of my curves. “I need to..” she pauses to lift her body off mine and blows out an exasperated breath, “Please let me taste you- you’ve been busy all week- I need it.” She takes awkward pauses as she speaks, her tone begging. Her voice sounded as if she hadn’t drunk in years, and I was the only thing which could clench her thirst. Suddenly, her fingers loop around the crown of my pants and tug on them. 
I nod frantically, unable to speak. Her face spreads into a lopsided grin, and she swiftly moves down my body. In one rough push, she separates my thighs. I whimper at the stretch, and momentarily throw my head back onto the bed in anticipation. Ellie stares intently between my thighs, and her mouth almost begins to salivate. My pants slide down over my thighs as Ellie brings them down, and the cool air hits my burning flesh. She enthusiastically pulls them from off my ankles, and tosses them somewhere on the floor. As the soft fabric hits the floor with a thump, my brain runs wild with thoughts. It was not foreign for Ellie to want to please me like this, but this time she seemed so much hungrier. 
Her starved eyes trace my thighs, her lips following in pursuit. Soft kisses press against my skin as she explores. Every freckle, every scar, and every stretch mark were being given attention. Slowly, her face moves closer and closer to where I want her most. Her expression changes into something sinister as she blows hot breath onto my panties. My neck curves backwards as I once again toss my head back. As I try to calm my rapidly moving chest, I stare at the ceiling above. However, I can distinctively imagine the smirk Ellie undoubtedly wore. 
Her hands meet with my thong, and she yanks it down my thighs. I use my legs to kick the fabric the rest of the way off, and Ellie chuckles with amusement. “Eager, are you?” Her laugh echoes inside my brain, rattling around chaotically. Her eyes trace over my features, moving tauntingly too slow down my body. They snapped to mine after a moment, and her pupils were blown. Her normal green eyes were now just a tiny sliver of iris around her enlarged pupil. Lost in a trance with her adoring glare, I fail to realize when her mouth moves down to my clit. In one long stripe, her tongue slides from my clit, down through my slit, and to my hole. The leathery muscle traces along the rim, and a low groan leaves Ellie’s lips.
“I always love when you’re on my tongue.” She confesses. This draws a small whimper from me, my eyes squeezed shut in desperation. I helplessly grind my hips downwards in a sad attempt to make contact with her tongue again. Ellie only laughs in response and the warm damp air hits my heat. “Have some patience please, Babe. I want to take my time with you. I’ve missed this.” Her needy tone adds to my pooling wetness. 
“O- Ok.” I stutter, my brain malfunctioning. I try to calm my hips, but they shake subconsciously. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I attempt to clear my fogging mind, though Ellie practically fought against my efforts. Her tongue returned feverishly, and lapped at my cavern. My hands move frantically as my body looks for something to ground myself with. They quickly find Ellie’s hair, and tug on the strands. Her auburn hair was half pulled back, though some pieces fell to frame her face. The hair ended at her shoulders with a blunt cut. Her eyebrows matched the rest, now wrinkled together as her face was buried between my legs. Calloused hands grip onto my thighs, the plush skin melting between her fingers.  
My fingers tighten around her hair as her mouth travels higher. She licked my clit repeatedly, her effort never wavering. I feel as my thighs try to pull back together, caging her head. One of her hands on my thigh harshly spread it open to give her more access. A small gasp passes past my lips as Ellie’s other hand moves to my core. One long finger circles around the rim, almost as if she was teasing me. I whimper as a plea, however she roughly pulls away tongue and all. 
“I said be patient.” Ellie demands with a cold scowl. Her palms pushed down on my hips, preventing me from obtaining any self inflicted pleasure. My body writhes from loss of stimulation, and a groan deep from my throat escapes. Ellie’s expression remains unmoving, and she does not move. My breathing increases in speed, as I begin to panic. My senses were abruptly met with absence, and the sensation was uncomfortable. 
As if Ellie sensed this uncomfort, her hands begin to gently caress my thighs, Her expression morphs into a more caring one as she keeps moving to soothe me. A warm tingle passes over my spine, effectively calming my frantic stature. “Shh everything is okay. I’ll take care of you, alright Babe?” Her loving words smooth the goosebumps on my thighs, and the muscles stop spasming. Ellie’s lips stretch into a wide smile as she sees my calm demeanor. She leans down to lay a kiss on my thigh, and then rests her head on the plump skin. Her eyelashes tickle my skin, causing me to quietly giggle. If even possible her smile brightens more, lighting up the entire dorm. The setting sun shines warm yellow rays through the windows. However, the sun could never brighten my world as well as Ellie’s smile could. 
“I love you, remember? I just want you to feel as much pleasure as possible.” She mumbles into my thigh. Her eyes looked up at my face, and I could clearly see her pupils searching sporadically to understand how I was feeling. The freckles which scattered her skin stood out against the smooth skin of my thigh, only making her appear more ethereal. 
I take a deep inhale, fully stretching my lungs. The air flows from my lips as I exhale, and ruffles Ellie’s hair. “I know.” I breathe out, my lungs now exhausted. Ellie quickly sits her body up, and kisses my lips. It is short and sweet, a strong contrast to earlier. She ended the kiss as soon as she started to feel it increase with intensity. Her lips stretch to smile as she lowers her head back down towards my center. 
I gasp out as one of her fingers press against my entrance. She moves carefully as she inserts a digit, allowing my body to stretch with the intrusion. My walls fluttered around the warm perpetrator. I look down to see Ellies’ eyes wide open. Her pupils swelled as she realized just how wet I was. Already a single finger was sliding easily, her knuckles hitting my sensitive folds. 
Ellie understood my body far past what I could understand, so she knew I was ready. Another digit presses against my somewhat widened cavern. It slides in next to the other finger, my wet slick allowing the process to be painless. I groaned out into the air as my back arched, and my knees rose. My head falls back onto the bed, and pushes up my neck and shoulders. Ellie saw this and began to slowly scissor her fingers. The digits would push apart to stretch my walls, before meeting back together. She repeats this process for just too long, and I begin to whimper. Her smile transforms into a smirk, and she finally begins to finger my arching core effectively. The fingers slide in and out with a steady speed, and they curl to rub the spongy area of the flesh. I cry out and frantically move my hands to grip Ellies’ hair again for stability. My hips rock rhythmically with hers, but this time she allows such. As her fingers dig deeper, the curling presses against my sweet spot harsher. My breathing increases as the pleasure invades all my sensations. 
Without warning, Ellies’ tongue returns to my clit. The muscle circles the pulsing mound feverishly, successfully dragging a loud whine out of my throat. My hand grips on the tiny pony tail of her half-up-half-down even harsher. However, the girl between my legs seems to give no care. If anything this devilish pain fueled her actions even further. The fingers inside me slow down, but now slide deeper into my core. Her digits still for a moment, then the tips start to swipe over my sweet sponge repeatedly. My hips uncontrollably seize away, but Ellie is quick to slam them back down. The hand not being used to plow me grabs my ass, and fondles the skin. I clamp down on my lip in hopes to muffle my pathetic whimpers. However my efforts are useless as the sound of wet sliding fills the room. As I try to center my focus, my teeth grind on the fragile feature. 
I release my lip as Ellie unexpectedly drags her tongue through my folds. She laps up the arousal and groans. One thing I could never be insecure about is Ellie eating me out. She constantly ensures me that she finds pleasure and enjoyment in the action, possibly even more than I did. It was not uncommon for my lover to barge into my dorm to demand intimacy.
My mouth falls open and desperately brings air to my lungs. The organs cause my chest to rise and fall just as frantically as they were. Ellie undoubtedly notices, and takes it as a sign to pleasure me more intensely. Her tongue muscle works hard to slide up and down my slick, and occasionally spin around my clit. My walls shake deliciously with every pressured stroke. The bedding now envelops me in an overwhelming warmth, the heat from our bodies changing the temperature. Yet in contrast my skin erupts in goosebumps. Every nerve tingles in a mind numbing pleasure. My core muscles contract, which pressurizes the growing pit in my stomach. Ellie tilts her eyes up from my lust to watch my stomach spasm with a wicked grin.
Her tongue pressed flat against my clit for a moment to say; “Come on Baby, make a mess on my fingers.” Her sensual words fly straight to my sex, causing the attentive flesh to pulse more rapidly. Ellies’ tongue teasingly flicks my clit, some drops of saliva and arouse propelling into the damp air. The fingers inside me move with the intent to drag an orgasm from me. The tips caress my skin quicker. This sensation becomes entirely overwhelming, along with the attention being given to my clit. A pressure grows substantially within my stomach, and threatens to explode. Ellies’ eyes flutter close and my skin vibrates as she moans against it. Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she begins to drag me over the edge.
The throbbing, tingling pressure in my arousal intensifies as my core snaps. A full body sensation travels over me, blocking my system from experiencing any other feeling. My back arches higher, and my thighs clash together. Ellies’ auburn locks get tousled as her head is crushed between my thighs. My clit feels electrified, and my nipples harden. My breasts stretch with my back, which makes my buds buzz with static delight. I taste Ellies’ spit from when her tongue was in my mouth instead of torturing my clit. My sight is blinded as my eyes squeeze shut. My lovers’ hair is yanked once more, this time harsher than the others. 
Ellies’ eyes remain close, and sweet enticing moans leave her soft plush lips. She drinks the lust spilling from my cavern with joy. Her facial muscles release their tension and relax as her tongue works to not miss a single drop of my orgasm. 
I moan in ecstasy. She had made me cum countless times, however this time infected my senses stronger than any other. My thighs violently quiver around Ellies’ head, though she makes no effort to escape. Her tongue still moves to happily swallow my arousal. The reddened flesh now hums with a simmering sting. I attempt to pull her away by tugging on her locks more aggressively, but she doesn’t move. My nerves scream with overstimulation and loud guttural groans bounce about the dorm. I release a hand from her hair, and it shakes as I move it towards her shoulder. I tap the freckled skin twice, and Ellie immediately pulls her face away from my heat. Her chin drips with evidence of my orgasm, and her shiny lips reflect the light of a lamp in the room. My eyes snap to hers and her love for me is obvious. Her pupils consumed the iris, and the skin around them was softened and relaxed. I watch her lashes brush against her lids as she stares up at my lustful face. I can feel the heat in my face, primarily in my cheeks. 
Her hands leave their current positions on my body, and are placed down on my thighs. The skin twitches occasionally, but the nerves have mostly calmed down. Her thumbs stroke atop some of my stretch marks with a soft kindness. “How was I?” She inquires, and the usual cockiness in her tone is absent. Her eyes traveled over my face, trying to understand how I was feeling before I was able to say. 
My exhausted body is limp on the bed. I can just see Ellie in my sight, as my head was barely propped up by the disheveled comforter. The hand still in her hair slowly slides down her neck and to her hand. I interlock our fingers lazily, my grip loose and relaxed. “Very good.” I emphasize while my expression morphs into a warm smile. 
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Childs play (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) one shot
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Hiiiii! I’m so freaking excited for y’all to read this I’m literally shaking! This will only be 1 part. (Edit: I’ve changed my mind it will get a second part but it won’t be put right away) Shout out to @chickenshit03 for beta reading the one shot. Absolute sweetheart 🫶🏼. Not proofread, enjoy!!
(Y/N)-Your name.
NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! Cursing, light choking during the deed , protecting PinV, Miguel being a big meanie near the end, Comfort/Hurt, lmk if I can’t think of anymore
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Knock knock…
“Hello, I’m sorry if I’m intruding but I wanted to introduce myself, me and my family just moved in next door and I wanted to introduce ourselves.” Your mother said as she stood at her neighbors door, you hid timidly behind her leg as she spoke to a Hispanic woman with curly dark hair. Your eyes wandered around her living room, or at least as much as you could catch from your spot. Not paying any mind to the conversation they were having when your eyes spotted a young boy around your age, about five or so walking past with a few legos in hand.
Your shyness was quickly overtaken with curiosity as you went to pull on your mother’s hand, she must have been watching you stare at the brunette, because before you could even turn up to ask her if you could go play, she was already shooing you in the direction of him as her and the other lady went to go talk over coffee in the kitchen.
He didn’t glance up at you as you sat down in front of his spot on the living room floor, being too preoccupied on the Star Wars set he was working on.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“My name’s (Y/N).”
“Cool.”
“What’s your name?”
“Miguel.”
You paused, shifting to sit down better before speaking again.
“Can I help? I love legos.”
He stayed quiet, and for a second you think he’ll say no, until he shrugged and moved the instruction book so you both could read it, making your lips come up in a smile.
“Sure.”
“You can teach me to play street fighter a million times and I will never understand it.” You huffed as you dropped the controller on your lap and leaned back on the couch, the tv in his living room sounded out a “finish her” as Miguel’s character killed yours, you couldn’t even be bothered to remember the names, peeved off that’d he beat you for the upteenth time, him not even having the courtesy to let you win one round.
“I’m not gonna be sorry for you being bad.” He retorted in a teasing tone, sticking out his tongue at you, and blew a raspberry. Your arms quickly crossover your chest as you puff your cheeks out with a pout.
“You’re so mean to me Miguel, I hate you.” You mumbled the half-lie to the other ten year old, looking away as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment, you didn’t even notice his movements until you felt him grab for your hand, turning your head to realize he was now standing in front of your spot on the couch.
“You don’t hate me, I’m your best friend.” He states, making you nod your head in confirmation after a beat, “Good. Because you’re my best friend too.” You smiled.
“Can we play something else then?”
“Nope.”
“Ughhh.”
“(Y/N), it’s your turn to spin the bottle.” Mj’s voice snapped you out of your head, suddenly aware of all the other fourteen years olds turning to stare at you. Was it a bit embarrassing you were about to lose your first kiss in a game of spin the bottle?
Half-dried nail-polished fingers gently grabbed the base of the empty Coke bottle, praying to god no one saw the way your hand trembled slightly, as you gave it a good twist. As your eyes tracked the blur of clear glass, you got your lower lip, silently hoping it was someone who you wouldn’t fluster up in embarrassment when you had to tell them who was your first kiss in the four walls of the lunch room. Like Kyle, or Ben or-
“Oooo- you got Miguel!” One of the other girls giggled as your eyes shot up to where the tip was pointing and surely, there he sat in front of you. Miguel was good…yeah, great even! You trusted him, he was your best friend since you were practically in dippers…So with a fine silent look of confirmation, you crossed the circle, closing your eyes as your lips connected for the first time.
Is it normal for your heart to skip a beat during a kiss? God how red is my face right now? Have I been holding it for too long? I wonder if he’s enjoying it, he hasn’t pulled away so that’s a good sign right? I should probably stop now. It's been like four seconds.
You finally pull away, sitting down on your knees as you bring a hand up to wipe some excess saliva away from the cover of your mouth. The sound of the next person going to spin the bottle muffles out around you as you focus on the weird flutter in your stomach.
“SLOW DOWN MIG-YOU’RE DRIVING LIKE A MANIAC!” You yelled as your left hand flew to grab at your seat belt, right hand gripping the overhead handle so hard your knuckles were turning white, pushing yourself as much as you could into the passenger seat at you could while he just let out an eye roll and chuckle as you were being dramatic (you weren’t).
“I’m not taking driving advice from someone who doesn’t have their license yet.”
“You got your license yesterday! I don’t turn sixteen for another four months!”
“Don’t care, you could ever shut up or take the bus.”
You couldn’t respond right away because another scream came from your throat as he turned a corner.
“If I die in this stupid car, I’m going to haunt the shit out of you O’Hara!”
“I’m not gonna let you die, stop being dramatic.” He scoffed, finally pulling up to the school parking lot, finally slowing down as he looked for a place to park. His arm comes around the back of your car seat as he goes to backwards park in an empty spot. “See I didn’t let you die.”
“I’m actually traumatized…” You muttered, eyes still wide as you kept still in your seat. Miguel let out a huff and he goes to take your seatbelt off once the car was shut off.
“If I buy you some subway during lunch will you stop complaining?”
“…yes.”
“Maybe I could just take a gap year-or-or go to the community college nearby, just until I can transfer, then I can try for Columbia again?” You kept fumbling your words, looking at the rejection letter in your hands. If you tried to focus on it enough, you’d be able to hear the paper shaking lightly in your hands. Glossy eyes trying to rapidly blink away tears before they fell on the paper. Miguel quickly shook his head as he placed his coffee cup down on the table of the cafe you two would frequent.
“No. Not happening, I’ll just reject my application and we can go to Stanford together in California.” He told you, making you copy his actions as you placed the paper down next to your other University letters.
“Are you crazy? That’s your dream school! I am not letting you do that for me. I’d never forgive myself for that.” You admitted, looking at him in those familiar brown eyes, praying to god yours weren’t growing bloodshot from the emotional moment between you both. Miguel letting out a heavy sigh, his hand going to run through his pushed back brown locks as he looked down at his letters again. The silence that grew over you two was almost suffocating, a thing it never felt like around him. It made your heart ache, trying to keep back a whine and some tears as you closed your eyes and took in a shaky breath before opening them again and finally breaking the silence between you both. “I mean…FaceTime is a thing right?” Miguel raised a brow at your sentence, before it clicked in his mind what you were implying. Quickly shaking his head, his hand coming up to stop you.
“No. No. I can’t even go a week without seeing you, I’ve lived next door to you for thirteen years and you expect me to be okay with us being two thousand miles away from each other!?” You glanced around you when Miguel raised his voice slightly, luckily other than you and the owner the place was practically barren.
“Mig, we’ll figure it out! We’ll call and text, FaceTime, and I’ll come back for breaks! And besides, you don’t strike me as a type to enjoy California.” You attempted to lighten the mood, thankfully being met with an amused grunt and his lip twitching up slightly.
“Fine… just, promise we aren’t going to end up like all those friends who stop talking because we’re going to separate college’s alright?”
Your smile grew. “I promise.”
Ring…
Ring…
Rin- “Hey it’s Miguel,” your ears perked up, quickly scrambling up from your position on your bunk bed, where you were laying on your stomach, “I can’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message.” Beep.
“Hey Miguel… just wanted to see how you were, I finished my exams for the semester, and I’m going back to Neuva York tomorrow. I wanted to see if you’d want to hang out during the break, let me know… bye…” You mumbled before you hung up the call, tossing your phone on the other side of your bed. Running your hands through your head, letting out a heavy sigh. Closing your eyes to keep any forming tears of frustration from spilling out.
You and Miguel weren’t as close as you’d like to be anymore. How did a few months apart completely unwind the tight knit threat that had kept you both close for years? It had started out well, you did good at keeping your side of the promise and he did as well. Texting every hour, FaceTiming him every weekend, calling every night while you both studied, it almost felt like nothing had changed.
Then, classes became harder, you’d both start to develop new friends, new routines. The text became less frequent, now lagging to every few days, FaceTime sessions were now non-existent and your daily calls now became monthly, never lasting more than half an hour. You hated how you two were growing apart, and it hurt to see that Miguel didn’t seem to care. You didn’t have to see him in person to notice his new friend group was starting to change his personality. He was starting to seem more stoic, dry, it almost seemed like he was constantly agitated or something of the sort when you finally would get a hold of him. Still… despite the gradual change he seemed to be going through you still had hope that deep down he was still the same old Miguel you had grown to love and cherish. And that spark of hope only grew when you heard the faint buzz of your phone from the foot of your bed, quickly grabbing it to read a new message.
Text me when you get in tomorrow.
This was not what you had in mind.
Somehow Miguel had convinced you to go to some random bar that didn’t ID with him and his college buddies. “I’ll be fun” he said, “you’ll love them” he said. Now here you were forced to listen to some snobby trust fund kid bitch and moan about how he had to inherit his father’s company and blah blah blah. You weren’t even paying attention anyways, his words were going into one ear and flying out the other, opting to sip on your mixed drink to help keep you from banging your head into the bar counter. Tonight had simply e been the worst. Not to mention Miguel had been acting… different.
Maybe he just wasn’t good with distance, but it still struck you as odd how the second you were both finally in close proximity it was almost as if nothing had happened, like your friendship with each other wasnt badly strained for weeks on end. It didn’t stop there though, no no no. Because now that you were with him in front of his new friends and all dolled up he had been more… touchy, and not in a way he had been before.
A hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, a finger idly twisting and twirling your hair. It was so… intimate… like he wanted them to think there was something there that was more than just a childhood friend. You couldn’t say that you hated it, it was just unexpected.
“Hey… let’s get out of here?” Miguel’s whisper snapped you out from your thoughts. The way his voice murmured lowly against your shoulder as he all but rubbed against it like a cat making your cheeks flare up and a shiver ran down your back. Quickly ignoring the feeling of the spike in your heart rate and the wetness growing in your panties, nodding as you go to stand up, not wanting to be in the over cramped bar any longer and just waiting to head back to Miguel’s place since you were staying there for a week. Feeling like your knees were going to give out from underneath you when he slid his large hand from between your shoulder blades and upwards to squeeze your right shoulder.
Not sure if your hazy mind was from the alcohol or from his actions anymore. Not sure if things would go back to how they were before you’d left when he went to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck as soon as his apartment door was closed and locked. Not sure if you could look at him the same way after he made you see stars from the comfort of his sheets. Still you couldn’t stop. It felt too good, he felt too good.
“Fuck- felt so fucking good…” He hissed as he pulled out from between your legs, taking a moment to let himself to catch his breath before rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can. You didn’t respond, still out of it from the aftermath of experiencing nirvana in the form of drunk sex. Letting out a sigh as you turned to your side and closed your eyes as drowsiness starts to seep into your bones. Feeling the other side of the bed dip before a strong arm came around to hug your waist.
“…Miguel?”
“Yeah?”
“This… was a one time thing right?”
A pause, a heavy sigh before you felt his soft lips kiss the nape of your neck.
“… of course.”
A flash of light shined through the darkness of your studio apartment. You didn’t even need to check the notification screen in order to know who it was. Only one person would text you at two in the morning.
Come over?
If you told your high school self that the only time you ever saw Miguel was in the deeps of night while you were tangled in his sheets, she would have thought you were lying. The most fucked up part was that it was starting to affect you mentally, how your best friend had turned into a booty call because of one night from a drunk fuck seven years ago, it was painfully obvious you’d never get to the point where you’d be able to go back to the way you both once were. You couldn’t help but cling to the last broken bits he was willing to give you though. So every time he calls or texts you at random hours of the night since you’ve moved back to Nueva York, you’d show up at his doorstep like you are now.
“I know it’s late, I'm sorry, these Master exams are kicking my ass.” He apologized while letting you in after a few seconds. Closing and locking the front door before gently pushing you against it, his lips already finding their usual spot against the crook of your neck. Calloused hands began to slip underneath the baggy material of your hoodie, his large fingers gently grazing the exposed skin, you’ve learned to stop wearing shirts to these sessions a long time ago. “Need to blow off some steam…”
“Miguel…”The way you’d breathe out his name always made him feel like he had died and gone to heaven, your hands wandering upwards against the black fabric of his tank top. His lips separated from the blossoming red and purple mark they left in their wake so he can pull your jacket off before stripping off his own shirt. Your arms quickly wrap around his neck, any guilt that had been lingering in your mind quickly melted away when his hands ran down to your hips underneath your waistband, thumb fidgeting with the thin fabric of your panties. “Need you-“
“Need you too Cariño.” He muttered before going to place a gentle peck against the edge of your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the movement. You’ve noticed he never kisses you directly on your lips, always on the edge, on your neck or cheek. You would have felt your heart ache if the feeling of your core throbbing when his hand dragged your bottoms down to squeeze your ass wasn’t more overwhelming, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.
Half of the time you two didn’t even make it to the bedroom, finding a spot on the hallway wall or against the kitchen counter. This was one of those times, he stumbled over to the couch, too distracted on leaving hickies all over your chest and dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. You let out a gasp when you landed on the brown leather rather harshly, making the couch move a few inches from its original spot due to the weight of both of your bodies hastily climbing on top of it. He made quick work to strip the rest of your clothes from both of your bodies once he made sure you hadn’t accidentally hit your head. Quickly slipping a condom before lining himself up.
“Fuuuuck-fuck…” He groaned, as he pushed the tip of his cock between your folds. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream from the deliciously painful stretch that he always provides. Giving you a second to adjust to his length and girth before pulling out and slamming his hips against yours, each thrust making your silent whimpers and whines turn into pornographic moans and incoherent babblings. “Love filling you up. You love this cock don’t you?” He taunts, it was so cruel the way the words fell from his mouth but you loved it nonetheless. Nodding rapidly as you gushed around him for the first time tonight.
“Nah uh… need to heard you say it. Use your words.” He smirks, enjoying the plop plop sound that started to quietly reverberate off the walls of his living room. Glancing down momentarily to watch a thin layer of cum that was forming a ring around the base of his cock. “Tell me how much you love it.” He urged.
“Fuck-fuck… love it so much.” You moaned, overstimulated from your orgasm, squirming underneath him just the way he liked. He couldn’t help the way his ego swells at the way you feel apart for him.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you.” He cooed as he propped your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle, his sweet words always messed with your foggy mind. “Such a sweet little thing, all for me.”
“Don’t-don’t say that Mig.” You whined, head turning to the side, as your hand dropped from his chest to drop off the couch. His right hand quickly leaves your hip and runs up to your neck, keeping his grip light as he props your head back to face him with his index finger.
“Aww poor baby, can’t handle when I talk all sweet to her, huh?” He let out an airy half chuckle. Despite the honey-like toned he’d use, the underlying taunt was always present. “Let me make it up to you baby.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he thrust deeper into your core, making your hips subconsciously jump up to meet his.
“Mig-Miguel, I’m so-so close.” You whimpered and whined, clenching around his length, his hips stuttering slightly as you felt the heat building in your lower belly start to grow with each thrust.
“Cum with me baby… Cum all over this cock.” He groaned.
“Fuck-Fuck.” With one final thrust, you finally came undone around him, his name falling from your lips over and over like a mantra. Miguel followed suit, stopping his thrust while fully inside your cunt, letting out a deep groan as he came.
“Shit… You okay?” He asked once he was able to collect himself enough, climbing off top of you before rolling the used condom off his softing member, picking up his forgotten boxers and placing them back on.
“Mhm…” You nodded, trying to stabilize yourself on shaky arms and legs. Miguel seemed to have noticed, picking up your clothes from the floor and making his way over to hand them to you.
“Let me get you some water.” He said before retreating to his kitchen. The only sound in the air now was the faint noises of him rustling around his cabinets, and the quiet shuffling of clothes. Hating the feeling of putting your legging and hoodie back on due to the thin layer of sweat still on your skin. Once you were decent enough Miguel came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. Mumbling a “thank you” before taking a sip. Miguel cleared his throat as he sat down on the other edge of the couch, eyes cast down, hands rubbing anxiously together, finally deciding to break the steadily growing awkward silence. “Look, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you about something… something kinda important.”
You raised a brow, noticing the sudden change in his behavior, taking another quick sip before placing the half empty glass on his coffee table. “What’s up?”
He released a heavy sigh as he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, still not making eye contact as he continued. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just put it out there…” He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, “We need to stop seeing each other.”
Huh?
“I’m sorry what?” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop, your face quickly filling up with confusion and a bit of disbelief as you stood up. Miguel follows your actions as he puts his hands up in defense, but you continue before he could try explaining. “You can’t just fuck me on your couch then tell me afterwards we need to stop. You know how much of an asshole you sound?”
“I know, I know it makes me sound like an asshole.” He tried to reason with you, going to finally put on his shorts and tank top that were still on the floor. Not feeling like being half-naked during this conversation. “Look, there’s this girl I’ve been seeing and it’s getting pretty serious-“
“A girl you’ve been seeing?” You repeated in disbelief. “You can’t be for real.”
“Well, we never agreed to be exclusive. It’s not like we were going to start dating or anything.”
Ouch.
You had to turn away so they didn’t see the tears building in the corner of your eyes, but even with your face hidden your body language gave you away.
“I know we weren’t exclusive but fuck Miguel.” You shake your head, going to make your way to the door. “I’ve known you since we were five and you’re just gonna throw me away like some old toy?!”
“Hey-no. That’s not-that’s not what I mean, you know that.” He takes a step forward, grabbing your arm before you could get too far. “We can’t sleep together anymore, but we can still be friends.” You couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips, finally gathering yourself enough to pull your arm away and face him again, not caring if he saw the tears cascading down your cheeks. He’s made you cry one too many times, it’s about time he saw what he did to you. “We can still be friends! You’re still my best friend (Y/N)!” He couldn’t help but let his voice come out in more of a panic, a bit more rushed. You quickly shook your head.
“No. No, we aren’t best friends anymore Miguel, we haven’t been in a long, long time. I know that, you know that. So don’t pretend like we are just because your afraid of losing your emotional support fuck buddy.” You finally head toward the door and towards your car in the driveway, not turning to face him as you hear him call your name. “Don’t call me, don’t text me. If you're as serious about this girl as you say you are, you’d do the right thing and block me. Because I’m so tired of waiting around and pretending like one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m in love with you.”
You froze once the words came out, hand still on the car door handle as you came to the realization you finally admitted the secret you’ve been holding for the past ten years. Your free hand going to cover your mouth as you finally turn to look at Miguel, the look of shock from the confession was evident. You shook your head as you attempted to back track.
“Wait, Miguel I didn’t mean to tell you that-it just happened-“
“… You should leave.” His voice suddenly became stoic, his face hardening so it was hard to read his emotions. “This is just helping my case. Leave.” The tears flowed harder down your face as he slammed the front door shut. Leaving you to sob into the emptiness of the night as you finally let all the pain from the last seven years catch up to you.
You weren’t surprised to see your text bubbles turn green the next morning.
“I really think this one is it.”
“Me too!”
“He’ll love you in that dress.”
“Aww I can already see the waterworks.”
All you could do was smile, your hands repeatedly smooth non-existent wrinkles as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a real life princess. After what felt like hours you finally found the wedding dress. You couldn’t be happier.
“Alright Miss future Osborn.” Your maid of honor squealed, finally getting your attention, “You need to get out of that dress, you need to meet up Harry to look over the venue.”
You sighed, as you turned back to admire the white wedding dress one more time. “You’re right, I don’t wanna keep him waiting just cause I can’t stop staring at myself.” You giggled, before heaving to the back.
You and Harry have been dating for four years now, and he had proposed last month during your anniversary. You couldn’t be happier, he treats you like a queen, better than any other Man you’ve ever been in romantic contact with.
Once you had finally finished changing out of your regular clothes, you grabbed your phone out of your purse. Sending a quick text telling him that you found a dress, before doing a quick check on insta, wanting to look at the engagement pictures you posted on your page last week. But the soft smile on your face quickly dropped, like your heart did to your stomach when you checked your activity page.
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can i request for a mean!spencer x bau!reader? like they are not enemies but there's just this really intense sexual tension with prompts 2, 30, 48, and 49? thank you!
#2 "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last person on earth.” #30 "You're not as hot as you think you are.” #48 "You belonged to me before I even made you mine.” #49 "I'm so fucking obsessed with you.”
A/N: Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took almost an entire season to get it done 😭 I hope it's as good as you expected it would be :D
Warnings: slight BDSM themes, Dom!Spencer, dry humping, choking, thigh riding, finger sucking, cum play, facial, penetrative sex, use of contraception, probably more that I don't remember right now... 18+ Minors DNI
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There was no one you wanted to spend the night with less than Spencer Reid.
He was annoying, and frustrating and most importantly never knew when to shut the fuck up.
No one was better at getting under your skin, and no one seemed to relish it quite like he did. It wasn't that you hated the man, just that he had the presence of an unkillable mosquito in your life.
He was irritating.
“Y/N, are you even listening to me?”
“I try not to make a habit of it,” you rolled your eyes, pushing past the man as you both finally made it to your motel room for the night.
You weren't sure if this was divine punishment or Emily's idea of a joke, but you'd ended up with Reid as your roomie for the next week.
As your case location was remote and as back waters as it could get, you'd ended up needing to bring Penelope Garcia along with you physically. And with only four rooms available, the eight members of your team had to all scramble for acceptable roommates and, having gotten off the jet last, you'd drawn the short straw.
Rossi had been quick to pair up with Luke, citing Spencer's snoring habit as reason enough, and the girls had happily fallen into two pairs. It was your lucky day.
With your hands busy with your bags, you tossed the key to Spencer quickly and waited for him to unlock the door, eager to escape the cold chill of the night.
“Hurry up, Spencer, or we'll both turn into popsicles out here.”
“Not only is that physically impossible, but it also isn't that cold out here, Y/N. Don't you think you're being a bit sensitive.”
You stuck your tongue out at him and he let out a sharp chuckle as he finally managed to unlock the door.
Despite your best wishes, stepping over the threshold didn't solve your problems. Instead it seemed to present even more.
“Fuck, how is it colder in here than it is out there?” You said, shivering violently as you stood in the doorway. If you thought that was reason enough to cure though, you thought you'd practically spit fire when you saw the sleeping arrangements for the night.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your body forgot its fight to keep warm, letting your blood run cold as you found yourself face to face with one singular, though large, bed. Another cursory glance around, and the heart motifs on the walls and pink themes cushions on the bed suggested that this was likely the motels joke of a Honeymoon Suite.
“Emily did mention that we booked out their last four rooms.” Spencer said, walking up beside you and frowning deeply as he took in the same scene you did.
“She said nothing about the rooms being igloos though, Spencer. I never thought hypothermia was going to be my cause of death after spending the night with you in the room.”
“You think I'd shoot you.”
“I think I'd shoot myself.”
He scowled a little at that and moved to check the room's thermostat. Although it was presently reading 215° so you didn't know how much good that could do.
“There's no sofa,” you grumbled as you watched Spencer move to the small bathroom.
“And there's no hot water. And according to the sign on that table, there's nothing we can do about it until the morning.” You picked up the sign yourself, just to verify and practically moaned in frustration.
“This is insane, we'll freeze to death.”
“It has to drop below 32° in here for us to even possibly freeze death. There's no wind, rain and we have blankets, so maybe you should focus less on being dramatic and more on what we can be doing to warm up.”
“I'm sorry, Doctor Genius, whatever can I do to warm up? Please impart some of your wonderful knowledge on me, I beg.” His eyes flashed with some annoyance and you quietly enjoyed the expression, happy to have affected him as much as he affected you.
“You can start by stripping.” It was his turn to enjoy the abject look of horror that crossed your face in that moment, and you were convinced that of he let even a hint of a laugh out, you'd throttle the man.
“I'm sure you'd just love that,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Well, there's no water, no thermostat and no other source of heat, so if you're so worried about hypothermia, there's only one solution viable to us right now.”
“You're joking. You want us to huddle together for warmth?” You backed yourself into a corner as you tried to distanced yourself from him as he suddenly began divesting himself of clothing.
As soon as he reached the top buttons of his shirt, you let out a quick squeak and turned around.
“Unless you want me to watch you get undressed too, I suggest you hurry up and do it before I get into bed.”
You quietly cursed and started unwrapping each of your layers, fingers fumbling with the cold already seeped into your skin.
“I am not getting naked, Spencer Reid.”
“I didn't ask you to. Just get comfortable.” You turned around to shoot him a glare, but when you noticed his back was turned - and bare - you lost all memory of the purpose of the movement.
You'd never quite realised before how broad his back was. His shoulders looked strong despite his lithe frame, twisting rather attractively as he pulled his nightshirt over his head. You were almost disappointed that he wasn't facing you, suddenly curious about Spencer Reid's happy trail.
You snapped yourself out of it and continued to change, wrapping your coat around your waist to hide your legs as you switched your pants to your sleep shorts. It was an awkward fumble, but at least the lights were low.
When you were finally ready, your steps back to the bed were hurried and near painful as you felt colder than ever.
Spencer was already there, and without a second thought, you pulled the quilts up and plastered yourself to his side. He was the only thing in the entire room offering you a modicum of warmth, and you weren't going to let your personal hot water bottle go just because everything that came out of his mouth was hot air.
“So you're a big fan of this now, huh?” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in. Your back was pressed against his chest as you both laid on your sides, piles of duvet and blankets laid out on top of you. You hated to admit it, but this position was comfortable.
Maybe it was just months of working cases non-stop and perpetual singleness, but the feeling of a man at your back was infinitely pleasing.
“Don't expect anything more Spencer Reid. I wouldn't have sex with you if you were the last man alive.” The words were harsh, and if you were being honest, a little bit untrue. Your small peak at his back earlier had definitely sparked an interest in you that was bubbling up in your throat. Like bile.
“You don't have to worry about that. You're actually not as hot as you think you are.” His words were tinged with the same faux bitterness as yours, but you refused to hear it. Instead all you felt was another unpleasant heat spreading throughout you, quiet anger plotting in your stomach.
You knew you probably shouldn't push it, but you needed Spencer to eat those words. Desperately.
Your mind ticked through a few options before landing on one. If you were so unattractive, then surely there's no way he'd physically react to you.
Scooting your body closer to his, you take advantage of the less than comfortable bed, making each of your movements similar to ones you would make when getting comfortable. Except, of course, with the added bonus of making sure your ass pressed directly up against his crotch, moving up and down and grinding into him.
You felt him slightly stiffen behind you, and decided that a few we'll time groans of frustration could go a long way to spurring him on.
So you began letting little gasps and sighs out, graduating to moans when you thought he wouldn't question it, each small movement rubbing against him deliberately.
What you'd failed to remember though, was his hand on your waist. Although you knew he was awake beside you, despite the now late hour and somewhat comfortable bed, his hand held you firm. Or it did until you risking bounced yourself gently against him, and his now limp hand slipped underneath your shirt.
The moan you released then was genuine, the cool touch of his fingers against your burning skin causing you to flush and shiver at the same time. You cursed your earlier self for valuing your comfort over your general peace of mind, because as Spencer's hand once again settles centimetres away from the edge of your boob, you desperately wished for your bra back.
You stopped moving, hoping that if you just pretended to sleep for a few minutes, his hand would reach higher and he'd prove to you that he did think you were attractive. He didn't though, showing off how gentlemanly he was. It pissed you off. Most of his good qualities pissed you off, and you were sure that said more about you than him .
You tried your best to just give in, to even out your breathing and let the black haze of sleep take over but his hands on you were maddening, and you found your body reacting in much the same ways you'd wished him to react.
It didn't help that he'd casually shifted his lower body away from you slightly in your stillness, letting himself fall onto his back rather than his side. As he made this shift, his hand trailed across the expanse of your body before cutting all contact with you altogether.
So much for huddling for warmth if all he had to do to return you to record heats was stroke you like that.
You needed to feel him again, so, feigning the most realistic sleeplike movements you could muster, you turned your body in his direction, and placed your head over his chest. You weren't finished, just proceeding with caution. Your hands obviously fell over his chest, if slightly lower than you'd expect.
It was only when your leg finally came up over his that he broke his silence.
“I know you're awake, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, a solid hand on your thigh holding it down right over his crotch. You felt your prize and grinned in your sleep.
He was hard. You'd won. It was time to play.
You opened your mouth to purr victoriously at him, but he moved so abruptly you were never expecting it.
Shifting his hands to your ass, he hauled your body over him, letting his hands stay on your hips as he began to help you shift them back and forth. You moaned at the friction, even as your head stayed rested on his chest. The movements were shallow, just a teasing but you already felt more aroused than you had in months. Slowly, your hips started moving for themselves and his hands moved onto more important things.
“Am I suddenly the last man on Earth, Y/N?” He smiled, tipping your head up so you could make eye contact with him.
“Go to hell.”
“I think we're already there, don't you?” With that, his large hands sat you up, meeting with no resistance as you let yourself become pliable.
“Show me.” He whispered, hands right on your hips, pushing into your flesh just a touch part forceful.
“Show you what?” You narrowed your eyes, but you knew exactly what it was he wanted and that you weren't going to out up much a resistance before giving it to him.
“Show me how much you want to fuck me. Since your mouth isn't honest, I'm going to have to listen to your body.” You let your hands fall to his chest, pushing lower until you reached the hem of his shirt. He'd pushed the quilts off of your torso, letting the cold air attack your upper body, so you knew your hands were cold, and the hiss he let out at the contact was satisfying enough to shut up and actually start following his directions.
You shifted your body up and down, grinding and dry humping his crotch, wishing for him to stop being a tease and just get it over with.
He wasn't letting you compromise, though. Each small sound that left your body met with a soft smirk from him, each halt in your movements a prod from his hands. You'd tried to still your hips entirely once out of frustration, but he'd delivered a slap to your ass that had you gushing, desperate to reach a release even if he'd only allow you it this way.
“I don't think you're trying hard enough.” His voice was lower than before, something gravelly to it as he began pulling your clothing off one item at a time. Your sweater went first, before he flipped your positions and shimmered your shorts off your body, taking underwear soon after and then you were bare to him and he was rolling you once again.
“That's better. Now, where were we?” He moved your hips for you again, but his eyes stayed focused in the rigid peaks of your nipples, bouncing with each rock of your hips. You weren't sure if it was the cold temperature of the room or your sheer need to cum that had them reacting, but you knew he was seconds away from wrapping his tongue around one and giving into you, so you just accepted it.
His hands stayed put, still on your hips, though the direct contact was heating you slightly more. If you looked down, you were sure you'd see a wet patch against his sweat pants, so you didn't.
You just moaned and whimpered searching for your orgasm on top of him.
“What's wrong, Y/N? Do you need my help to finish?” He noticed your every insecurity, your weakness and exploited it. You were running close to inconsolable, desperate to hit that climax now, more than ever before, so you just nodded at him profusely, desperate for him to touch you in whatever way he could.
It wasn't his hand you felt on your clit, though. It was your own, he wrapped a hand around your fingers and bought them up to the correct stop, showing you exactly what he'd like to see.
“Touch yourself, Y/N. Touch yourself and wish it was me.” With the friction from grinding against him for so long, the satisfaction from the rigid tent underneath you and your hands taking his guidance, it was really not long before your pussy finally twitched familiarly and sighed, soaking his pants underneath you as you shuddered in delight.
He had to ruin your moment of bliss by talking.
“Is that enough, slut? Or do you really need to be filled right now?”
You didn't care if he saw you sticking your tongue down his throat as you collapsed on top of his chest as an answer to that question, or if he saw it as what it was - a desperate attempt to shut him up. All you knew was that he tasted sweet and hot, and that his hand wrapped around your throat was also hot as he pulled you up and off of him.
“Let me be clear. I am in charge.” A simple shift of his legs was enough to flip your positions, landing on top of you ungrateful, but you didn't care.
Using his new high ground, he wedged your legs open and slid a single finger inside you as you moaned. He too found success in silencing you by sticking his tongue down your throat, forcing you to battle him for dominance you knew he'd never allow you.
Having cum only moments before, you truly believed that there was no way he was going to push another one out of you after so little time. The night was full of surprises though.
As you relaxed into his intrusion, he opened you up with a second finger, then a third. You already felt yourself building towards your end goal, but it was his head dropping to tour cold nipples that finally had you cumming around his fingers. His mouth was wet, tongue warm against your skin, and he toyed with you so effectively, you practically forgot your previous qualms.
“See? You belong to me before I've even made you mine.” It irked you that he was right. Had this been any other man, you're sure you'd be bragging about such passionate sex for weeks with your friends. You were resentful that it was him, but you didn't want it to end yet.
Your arms pulled up to hide your face as he traced kisses up and down your chest, fingers coming free to pay attention to your since abandoned nipples.
“I can't wait to fuck you. You're going to feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your arms away from your face, making sure your eyes were focused on him before his next line.
“You have no clue what you started. I'm so fucking obsessed with you.”
His hands fell to your face, where his thumb pushed against your lips, slipping into your mouth where you sucked on it, getting it wet as his cock teased the folds of your pussy, running up and down with each gentle push of his hips. You entertained him for a moment before pushing up slightly, his thumb falling from your mouth as you blindly reached for the bedside table. Pulling it open, you were relieved to find what you were looking for.
“If you're so fucking obsessed with me, Spencer, show me.” Carefully unwrapping the package, you grabbed his dick and gently slid the condom onto him, making sure it was secure before you propped yourself back on the pillows, waiting for him to initiate once again.
“Pillow princess. You're acting like I haven't been dreaming of exactly this for the last 12 months.”
You couldn't waste time processing those words before he again ran his cock through the folds of your pussy, then sank himself deep inside you. And you meant deep.
The sudden impact robbed you of your thoughts, pushing out every miserable thought and leaving you with just Spencer and pleasure. The two concepts soon became synonymous as his hips lazily sent him careening in and out of you.
His strokes gained speed gradually until the only words shared between you were the animalistic pants of pleasure, his voice driving you insane as you tried not to get overstimulated before you could cum for a third time.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, Spencer-” your moans turned to screams as your orgasm rolled over you, his dick hitting just the right spot inside you that forced your nails to bite his skin, and forced your voice to scratch at your throat as it pushed up from your gut.
Noticing your relentless twitching, Spencer immediately pulled out of your cunt, allowing you a moment of reprieve. Pushing up to his knees, he moved to your side, his crotch parallel with your face as he rolled the condom off his dick.
Stroking himself to completion, he came right over your lips, your eyes dripping with lust as you licked them clean, catching the dribbles that fell down your chin with your fingers and popping them into your mouth as well.
After your whorish display of desperation, it took a full ten minutes for your brain function to resume.
In that time, Spencer had cleaned both of you up speedily with a hotel towel, wrapped an arm around you and began spooning you once again, his chest warm and comfortable against your back, his scent intoxicating.
It didn't stop being so when you finally came down from your post-cum bliss.
“You're not allowed to tell anyone what happened tonight,” you said, turning over to look him in the eye.
“Nothing from tonight, got it. What about tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, am I allowed to tell them how I plan to wake you up tomorrow, and how your current state of dress made it possible, if not directly invited it?”
You flushed at his words, tingling already at the mention of tomorrow.
“We're sharing a room, Y/N. If you think I'm not going to be inside you whenever were both free, you're entirely mistaken.” His voice was clear - not even a hint of hesitancy in his voice.
“I'm not letting you go that easily, Y/N.”
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If there was one thing about you, it was your crazy love for coffee—with oat milk, no sugar and two shots of espresso to be exact.
So, when Jungkook, had slept over after the little argument the previous night, and with your parents conveniently away for the weekend, you knew you had a whole day to yourselves.
Now, Jungkook being Jungkook, takes it upon himself to plan the perfect date-day. On the top of his list? coffee.
"Fuck" Jungkook rubs his eyes–It's no surprise that the day had to begin with Jungkook waking up at the ass crack of dawn. Damn you for being an early bird, so he had to set him alarm as quiet as possible and to 5am.
Taking his shirt off the floor he quickly pulls it on, looking at you one last time before quickly getting ready and heading straight to your favourite coffee shop—the one you had mentioned countless times before–café moon or something.
"They use the perfect amount of milk" you nod your head taking a sip of your coffee "I've tried to google what milk they use but I think it's a secret or something, I wanted to order some for myself" he remembers you saying
With this in mind, he ordered your favorite coffee and an Americano for himself–making sure the barista used the right amount of milk as he eyed him carefully, ready to say something if the coffee didn't look perfect
He could tell why you liked this place so much, it was very...pink
"Thank you" Jungkook says as he grabs the coffee from the barista and walks out the–what could only be described as very you coded–café with quick steps.
Safely placing the coffee in the trunk of his Harley, the engine's sound matched the beat of his heart as he drove back to your place, taking him around 10 minutes.
It was now around 5.45 am and he prayed you weren't awake yet, wanting to surprise you with the coffee and snacks he'd stopped by to get at a convenience store.
Removing his helmet, he stood in front of your balcony, reality hitting him as he realized he had to climb the tree again. The only problem? Carrying the snacks and coffee without spilling them.
"The things I do for you, sugar" he sighed, making a bee line to your porch and unlocking the door with a trick he learned from someone he'd rather not mention.
Once inside, he quickly searched for your room, as this was the first time he was actually in your house instead of just climbing up the tree to your balcony. So, after a few failed attempts–accidentally opening your parents room–he finally found the right door opening it as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb you.
Carefully placing the items on the desk in front of the TV, he smiled. "Fuck yeah"
"Kook?" You ask, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
Fuck. He thinks to himself, frowning
He had planned to wake you up personally, maybe with a kiss or two, but fuck it, this will do. "Good morning, Sugar," he says, "sleepyhead" he adds flashing a smile, as he waits for you to fully open your eyes and take in the goods he got for you two.
His arms are crossed, muscles bulging and tattoos more noticeable than usual. What a sigh to wake up to
"What time is i-" you interrupt yourself as your gaze falls upon the snacks and coffee—from your favourite café—sitting on your small table, right on top of your little Cinnamon Roll table throw
"Did you-" you frown "What's this for?" You laugh yawning right after due to still being sleepy
"Uh," he scratches the back of his head "fuck, I realized I should have texted you before just showing up yesterday?" He starts, sounding a bit confused, if there was one thing about Jungkook–he was horrible at apologies
"I mean, you were right, your mom could have caught us, and I'm sorry," he finishes, nodding towards the breakfast he bought. "So, to make it up to you, I decided to grab us some breakfast."
You smile and shake your head. "You really didn't have to do that."
"But I wanted to," he interjects. "Look–I basically got everything that looked yummy from the convenience store, even those weird strawberry fruit sandwiches everyone seems to be obsessed with" he scoffs "I mean, seriously, what's the hype with this? They probably taste like air–" he starts to ramble, but he stops abruptly when he locks eyes with your amused expression
"Sorry" he laughs but you shrug, putting your hair into a temporary bun
"You're fine, I was thinking we'd have pancakes for breakfast, but this looks way better actually" you giggle, standing up and walking over to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Did you wash your face yet?" You ask poking his cheek pursing your lip
"No..." he looks down "I had to hurry, I didn't want you to wake up while I was still gone" he explains and you let it slide
"Mh" you hum giving him a small side eye laughing, tugging on his shirt as you look up at him "would you have done it if you were in no hurry?" You ask teasingly only to earn a small poke of his finger in your rib, making you sqeak.
You steal a quick glance at each other, the tension from yesterday's argument still somehow in the air. You can't help but bite your lip and look down, feeling a little embarrassed about your outburst. You clear your throat, trying to find the right words.
"Hey, Kook, I didn't mean to yell at you yesterday," you whisper softly, reaching out to hold his hand gently. Your fingers play with the rings on his fingers, a habit you've grown used to. "I could make up some excuse like it was because of my mom or I was having a bad day, but that's not fair. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, and I'm...just really sorry"
Could you be any more angelic? Jungkook thinks to himself
You can't help but pout a bit, feeling genuinely bad. Placing his hand on your cheek, Jungkook gives you a reassuring smile
"It's alright, really" he says, his voice understanding. "Let's just forget about it, 'kay? No hard feelings. I'm not mad at you, and I hope you're not mad at me either." He chuckles softly
Nodding in agreement, you look up at him "Yeah, no hard feelings," you reply, copying his words
"Good"
"Now, how about we have breakfast. I'm hungry, and I bet you are too." He playfully nudges you, and you can't help but giggle
"Eating sounds fantastic, actually" you agree, feeling the warmth of his hand against your cheek
Breakfast turns out to be quite good and you find yourself eating the strawberry sandwiches while Jungkook jokingly complains about how they taste like air.
You can't help but chuckle at his way of teasing you. More for you, you think with a grin
"You know, my Mom and Dad left for the US last night" you casually mention, munching on your food
"I know, your mom was practically knocking down the door yesterday" he teases. Your eyes widen at his comment, "wha-" but before you can speak any further, he places a finger on your lips, grinning
"I'm kidding," he whispers, and you can't help but hit his chest, "But seriously, it's nice to have some freedom, even if it's just for a little while."
Freedom...yeah, maybe you can finally ask Jungkook...what you've been meaning to ask him
"We should make the most of it,"
Jungkook's eyes light up with curiosity. "Oh? What do you have in mind?" he asks, intrigued as he sips on his coffee and finishes his fourth sandwich, he wasn't lying when he said he needed to eat more these days...
"Well-uh-oh..." you trip on your words as you take a sip of your own drink and purse your lips "well actually-no it's nothing" you tap out, a bit too embarrassed to ask him
Frowning Jungkook looks at you, mimicking your pursed lips "you can tell me" he shrugs "its okay if you want to spend time with your secret boyfriend" he sighs dramatically earning a laugh from you
"You're a pain" you mutter pouting now "I was just wondering if I could...well if we could do something at your place?" You whisper the last parts as you avert your gaze "im just really curious" you add
Jungkook hums, his eyebrows raising "Mhh, you wanna? I just figured you preferred your place since... you know, we always did stuff closer to your home in case you needed to head back," he explains with a casual shrug toying with the lighter in his pocket "its a bit messy too"
You give it a moment's thought, realizing he's right. "Yeah, that's true. But... visiting your place sounds like fun too. Messy or not, who cares?" You smile
He smirks, giving you a light nudge. "I usually dont give a fuck about the mess either, but when its my girl visiting? I wanna make a good impression on her" He teases
You raise a brow
"It's not that bad, I promise," he retorts, laughing. "You know, it'll be more fun with you around anyway," he adds with a wink
You smile contentedly as you get up to put on some actual clothes, taking your time to pick out a nice outfit
Jungkook watches you with careful eyes, his gaze never leaving you. There's something about you that makes him want to protect you, to shield you from the world. He watches you intently, in case you trip or stumble, ready to catch you in case you fall
Retrieving your makeup stuff and bringing it back to the table with a small mirror, you arrange them neatly in front of you.
"Actually, one more thing," he says, rubbing the back of his head in an endearing way "I hope you don't mind dogs. Remember how I told you about Bam? He usually stays at my grandparents' home, but they can't take care of him right now, so he's at mine again," he explains, "I hope that's fine with you..."
You can't help but smile at his concern, "Of course, I don't mind at all," you reply warmly. "Bam sounds adorable, and I'm totally cool with dogs" you shrug bouncing your legs a bit, even more excited now
Jungkook's face lights up "totally cool?" He repeats in the same tone as you, there was nothing that brought him more joy than teasing you, it was just way too easy
-
"You really need to stop smoking so much Kook" you pout, sitting on the back of his Harley still in front of your home, swinging your legs and enjoying the warmth of his leather jacket. "That's your first one today?" you raise an eyebrow asking
"Yeah, it is," Jungkook replies, letting out a cloud of smoke and then taking another drag, scrolling through his phone, answering or ignoring texts from his friends "why?"
"I'm just worried...Smoking's not good for you," you mutter, looking down, your lips forming a pout. You didn't mean to annoy him–it's just that you never quite got why people smoke
Jungkook lets out a sigh, taking another drag from his cigarette. He decides to brush off your comment–he's well aware that smoking isn't the smartest of habits, but it helps him relax, even in nice moments like this
"Kook..." you sigh
"Damn, I'm not fuckin stupid okay?" Jungkook groans, crushing the cigarette under his boot. "I know what I'm doing," he says, gently tilting your chin up with his fingers watching your eyes avoid his
That hurt
"I'm sorry" he throws his head back, "fuck I'm sorry don't get sad, sugar"
You hum "its okay", opting not to say anything more, which makes Jungkook let out a sigh. He hands you his spare helmet, "Put that on, yeah" He pokes your cheek as he scoots you back a bit on the bike to make room for himself.
"Can you help me?" you shyly ask, causing Jungkook to smirk. "Sure," he responds, helping you, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you. "Ready?" he asks, starting up the engine
You nod
Before he starts driving off, though, he lets out a sigh, turning back to you with his face concealed by the helmet, not too far from yours. You raise an eyebrow, but he just...stares at you. You give him a smile, but he keeps looking at you, turning back after a few seconds
You don't question it, he's been acting a bit weird ever since the Namsan Tower incident
Suddenly, he reaches back, grabbing your hands from behind, and guides them around his waist
"Tighter" he tells you, voice firm. You scoot forward, following his word, before he finally starts driving off
-
The wind gently blows through your hair, and you can feel the cool air on your face and the tousling of your hair. You've been on this bike before, and each time, you find yourself growing more used to the rush of adrenaline that comes with riding it.
It's a feeling of freedom–it's new
With your arms tightly wrapped around Jungkooks waist, you lean your head against his shoulder, as best as you can at least, taking in the scenery around you.
You observe the way Jungkook concentrates while he drives, gripping the handles with his leather clad knuckles, and you find it almost fascinating. Lately, you've been noticing that you've been more desperate to see him, and you've been longing for him more than you did just a few weeks ago.
After 15 minutes you finally reach Jungkook's place, and he parks the bike in the garage of his apartment building before helping you down and taking off your helmet. "Good?" He asks holding you in place since he knows how dizzy you get.
You nod "Yeah, good"
Placing both helmets back into the bike trunk, Jungkook lets out a small sigh, fixing his hair. "Again, it's a bit messy,"
"Jungkook, I'll survive it," you respond with a laugh, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. You purposely use his full name to emphasize your seriousness–or the lack thereof. Messy or not, you're just curious
"I'm just saying, if you see a dead rat laying-" he starts, but you don't let him finish, hitting his chest to stop him. "That's disgusting, Kook! Don't even say that!" you exclaim, cringing at the thought, gagging a bit
As you both make your way towards the elevator, Jungkook casually presses the 24 button, indicating the floor you're heading to. "You live pretty high up," you mention. With your hands intervened, you swing them back and forth, occasionally stealing glances at each other in the elevator's mirror. Fixing your makeup a bit, you catch Jungkook gazing at you, and his smile growing wider
"Yeah, it's the last floor, I own a penthouse," Jungkook mentions as he watches the elevator door open.
"A penthouse? look at you, living the high life" you tease, giving him a nudge with your shoulder. "I'm excited to see the view from up there" you say with widened eyes as you follow Jungkook into the living room, you notice how it's both luxurious, boy-ish (?) And definitely owns a touch of Jungkook.
The living room feels cosy and warm, and the scent of his cologne lingers in the air. You can't help but feel comforted, this place was like hugging Jungkook without him having to be there.
"Okay it's not as messy than you let on," you say, looking at his living room with curious eyes. We're those motorcycle magazines on the desk? Cute
You knew that Jungkook has several interests like his bike, boxing, and just staying fit in general, but seeing him incorporate them into his home makes you feel giddy
He laughs, running his hand softly against your back "Alright, alright, I might've exaggerated it a bit"
You noticed some random clothes and plates lying around. Clearly, he got too lazy to put them away, but despite the slight mess, the place looked cozy and comfortable, just a big contrast to your own room.
"I didn't really think this through. What do we do now?" feeling a bit awkward, you muttered to yourself as you took a seat on the couch, removing a sweater that layed on it.
Jungkook hummed as he removed his leather jacket and sat next to you, pulling you onto his lap. "Usually when I bring girls over, I know exactly what to do," he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, which earns him a hit on his chest from you.
"Ugh, you're such a pervert," you roll your eyes
"Hey, I didn't say we had to do that, unless you want to," he smirks.
Settling on his lap, you remove one of his rings, placing it on your own finger "looks better on me" you tease but jungkook just goes, "you can have it,"
Shaking your head you blush "I was just messing around." You nervously chuckle and hand the ring back to him quickly.
"You know, I got this after winning my first fight." He starts fiddling with the ring in his hand, adding, "Won ten grand and blew it all on jewelry–got this ring and Bams collar." He nods, sitting up straighter, clearing his throat, "By the way, Bam's in my room. Wanna go say hi?"
You can't help but smile at that
"Please," you practically plead, getting up from his lap and reaching out to grab his much bigger hand.
But then, it suddenly hits you–you don't even know where his room is. You can't help but let out a little giggle as you turn to him "Actually, you lead the way." You smile, and Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head as he starts walking towards his room
As he opens the door, you're greeted by the sight of his dog, cooing at his cuteness.
"Bam, sit," he commands in a much deeper voice, and you're left in awe as you watch the dog obediently follow his orders.
"Wow, you've got him under control, huh?" you clap your hands, leaning against the doorframe and glancing between the dog and his room
Speaking of his room–it's a bit messy too, a few shirts and boxer shorts laying around here and there. Your eyes sparkle with delight as you notice a selfie you both took a few weeks back, printed out and sitting neatly on his nightstand
"So you printed it out huh?" you ask, picking up the photo and holding it up. "That was such a fun day" you say biting your lip, remembering how you got ice cream together and Jungkook dropped his not even 5 minutes after buyig it.
Jungkook smiles at the memory, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat
Sitting down on his messy bed Bam immediately makes his way over to you, licking your legs and resting his head on your lap "he's so cute" you whisper, patting his head in adoration
"Yeah" jungkook nods looking at your two "not as cute when he gets mad though, hes trained to protect" Jungkook adds and you nod
"You must be a proud dad then" you say watching Bam head back to his cage, laying down and closing his eyes
"Who takes care of him when you're gone?" Lying down on his bed you close your eyes waiting for Jungkooks reply
"My housekeeper or grandparents, depends on where he is" Jungkook responds, walking over to you, his hands wandering over your exposed tummy as he lays beside you
You lay there in silence, with Jungkook by your side, taking in the moment and trying to process everything that has happened over the morning–the shared breakfast, bike ride, and kisses. Your mind races with thoughts and feelings, not just good ones.
You were actually dating this man, and right now was one of those moments where it just felt too real
After a while of cuddling in bed, Jungkook's arm around your shoulder and your eyes closed, he breaks the silence with a question that catches you off guard.
"What did you and your mom argue about last night?" he asks, his hand coming down to caress your cheek.
You take a deep breath and open your eyes. The memory of it flooding your mind, and you can't help but feel frustration wash over your endtire body.
You hesitate for a moment, not really wanting to talk about it, but you know that Jungkook only cares about you and wants to know.
You start to explain, slowly at first, but soon find yourself pouring out all the details of the argument–how your mom was upset about wound, how she accused you of not trying hard enough, how you felt like you could never live up to her expectations.
"It's not as dramatic as it sounds" you try to downplay but deep down you and him both know that it was
As you speak, Jungkook listens carefully, his expression one of concern and and slight anger. When you finish, he pulls you closer to him, kissing your cheek. "You want me to be honest?" he murmurs against your cheek, asking
You tilt your head towards him, finally opening your eyes again to look jnto his eyes "well now I'm scared" you pout, smiling weakly.
"I think your mom's fucking horrible," he starts, sitting up a bit and manhandling you up with him so that you'd look him in the eyes.
You heart skips a beat as you try to process his words. His concerned gaze locks with yours, and you feel that fluttery feeling in your chest–the one you got before auditions.
You try to look unaffected, but your reaction must have been pretty obvious because Jungkook shakes his head gently, his expression softening
"take a breath," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "I just don't think you fully realize how much your moms fucking with your head."
he's not holding back, is he? You think to yourself
Taking a breath you furrow your brows "jungkook I don't think you should...get involved in this" you sigh
He takes a breath, gently wrapping his arms around you in a hug, pulling you on his lap but you back off, nervous. It's like his touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your heart racing even faster now.
His brows furrow, surprised at your rejection if his affection, where you mad?
He's there for you, and you know you can trust him, but this was definitely not a soft approach to the situation
As he continues, his tone becomes more soothing "sugar" he sighs, "Hey baby, please don't shut down on me now" he sighs, gently touching your cheek
You find yourself torn between wanting to defend your mom and accepting that there might be some–a lot–of truth in his words
"I don't think you understand kook" you sigh, grabbing his hand away from your face "this is not about her messing with my head" you start "It's about me being stupid and continuing to hurt myself when I know it's bad for me"
Jungkook's frustration was palpable as he gased intensely at you, his piercing eyes revealing concern and annoyance.
The air in the room seemed to thicken by the second as both of you grow agitated with each other. "I mean, seriously, are you just pretending, or do you actually believe everythingyour mom tells you?" he asks, his words hitting you like a ton of bricks
You couldn't help but feel a knot forming in your stomach as you tried to find the right words to say
"Sugar, please open your fucking eyes," he scoffed, continuing, "your mom is some weird witch trying to live her dream through you." The words stung, but there was a truth to them that you couldn't deny
You shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet his intense gaze as you bite your lip. Your relationship with your mother had always been complicated, filled with both love and hate. She had pushed you relentlessly to pursue a certain path, one that didn't go with your true dreams.
And you spent years trying to live up to her expectations, believing that your happiness could only be achieved by fulfilling her dreams, by becoming a ballerina.
Jungkook tries to calm you down, his hand reaching to your your own but you pull away, unwilling to let your emotions come up in front of him. You didn't want to break in front of him
"You don't know what you're talking about, you barely know her," you muttered under your breath, your voice shaky
His hand brushed against yours again, a gentle attempt to offer comfort, but you twitch, backing away "I don't want to talk about this right now," you mumbled, trying to keep your composure, but tears were threatening to spill
Jungkook could sense your pain, "It's okay to let it out, you know," he said softly, "youre not alone anymore."
"I don't want to talk about this," you repeat, hoping that he'd understand. You didn't want to burden him or anyone else with your troubles "Please don't make me talk about this," you cried, your voice finally cracking
Jungkook hesitates, torn between wanting ti help you and respecting your boundaries
He couldn't help but feel frustrated as well, why weren't you letting him help you? He was your boyfriend, it was his job to protect you
"Fuck" he curses under his breath, standing up and watching as you curl up in his bed, hugging one of his pillows
Without a single word he leaves the room, leaving you alone in his bedroom, crying.
He wasnt perfect, of course he shouldn't have done his, but what else was he supposed to do? You weren't letting him in, you were shutting him out
-
The gym was loud with the familiar sounds of clinking weights, loud machines, and the sound of feet on treadmills. It was always a full place, wether it was the holidays or not and today was no exception.
He could feel the weight of the glances thrown his way. Being practically famous came with its downsides, and one of them was the constant attention, especially at his gym
He was well aware that his looks didn't go unnoticed either, adding another annoying point to the curious glances he received. But, Jungkook had grown used to these, learning to remain normal by the stares and whispers
Without sparing them a glance, he made a beeline for the changing rooms. The gym was his escape, a place where he could focus on himself–let off some steam like right now, away from the noise
"Hey, isn't that Jungkook?"
"Yeah, he looks familiar. I thought he only came in the mornings or late at night...whats he doing here at 2pm"
"Must be nice to afford a private room here."
"He looks kinda mad..."
These comments were not unusual, but they still tugged at a nerve–especially that last one. Yes he was fucking mad–at himself and at...just fucking everything.
It was frustrating to see you cry and not being able to do anything about it
"Damn," he cursed under his breath, he knew that getting upset wouldn't change anything–but it'll make him stronger, maybe break the punching bag like last time
He wasn't embarrassed, he didn't even apologise to the gym, he simply gave them the money they needed for a new one and moved on
Arriving at the changing room, be tossed his gym bag into a corner, quickly getting dressed in his workout clothes. He didn't even bother to greet some of his friends who passed by
Stepping out onto the gym floor, ready to let out his frustration, he notices Wendy and her gang trying to sneak glances at him from afar, giggling when he locks eyes with them
"He looked at me!"
"No idiot! He looked at me!"
"Back off losers" Wendy scoffs "he was totally checking me out"
Choosing a spot away from them, he began his workout, loud grunts leaving his lips.
With each hit, each grunt, he felt his anger build and build until he finally hand enough and delivered one last pinch before thworing his gloves to the floor with aggression "fuck" he curses
He could feel the adrenaline in his body, but there was something else too–a tinge of irritation. Wendy seemed to have her eyes on him again. Usually, it wouldn't bother him–he didn't pay much attention to girls like her, seeing her as just another girl. But now that he had you—a girlfriend—he didn't want her admiration or anyone else's for that matter. He wanted to focus on his workout–aka beating up the punching bag– without any distractions
He couldn't help but notice Wendy watching his every move. It was starting to get on his nerves, and his annoyance was clear. He was no longer interested in the attention he used to enjoy from her. Being in a relationship with you had shifted his priorities for the best
Trying to shake off the irritation, jungkook kept his gaze down, but he soon realized that he had been staring back at Wendy for a while. Annoyed with himself, he sighed
As if on cue, Wendy made her way over, flashing him a smile and adjusting her sportsbra "Hey, Kookie,"
"Don't call me that," he interrupted, growling as he picked up his gloves and started putting them back on
"Oh," Wendy seemed to love pushing his buttons biting her lip, "is my like Kook upset? Let me guess, it's cause of that little girlfriend of yours." Her tone lingered with sarcasm as she mockingly giggled. "The cute ballerina one? I must say, Kook, she's sweet."
His jaw tensed "You don't know anything about us," he replied, keeping his voice casual "I'm focused on my own life, and she's a big part of it. I dont know what you want from me, but i can tell you this" he points between the two "this is never gonna happen"
Wendy's smirk faltered slightly, "Oh, come on, Kook, I was just kidding...a little joke" smirking she took pleasure in provoking him, holding up her phone, displaying a picture of you and Jimin together.
Jungkook's frown deepened as he grabbed the phone from her, studying the image closely. You had assured him that there was nothing between you and Jimin, but the photo seemed to tell a different story
Clenching his jaw, Jungkook felt anger rising within him. He tried to keep his jealousy at ease, but this picture was making it difficult. In a moment of frustration, he threw Wendy's phone to the ground, causing her to gasp in surprise
"Where did you get that photo from?" he growled
"Joy," Wendy replied, still wearing that mocking smirk on her face. "Oh, Kookie, did I make you mad?" She fakely pouted, her sarcasm dripping in every word. "I didn't mean to,"
Jungkook took a deep breath, hr knew Wendy's intentions were to hurt him, and falling into her trap wouldn't help the situation
He needed to talk to you, but not in his state. Fuck what was he gonna do
"This isn't a joke, Wendy," he said firmly, trying to keep his voice normal. "This is my life."
Wendy's smirk faltered for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by Jungkook's seriousness–it's not the reaction she expected
"Oh, come on, Kook," Wendy retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand and a flip of her hair. "I'm just teasing, having a little fun. Why so serious?" she asked, glancing at the picture of you and Jimin and pursing her lips. "They do look cute together though," she added, trying to provoke Jungkook even more
"Yeah, yeah, Wendy, very funny," he replied, "you dont wanna go down that road with me i promise you that" he warns
Wendy's smirk didn't fade, "I know, I know," she said, feigning innocence. "Just messing with you a bit. It's amusing to see you all riled up." She smiles "its hot"
"You've got a strange sense of humour," Jungkook groaned, taking off his gloves again, done for today
"So, how's your workout going? Getting those gains?" She bites her lip "you do look buffer, new weigh category you're training for?" She asks and Jungkook couldn't help but groan, why did she have be so good when it came to boxing knowledge. Of course she spent almost everyday here probably figuring out a thing or two over the years
"none of your fucking business, Wendy," he replied brushing her off and before she could reply, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked away, feeling the need for a smoke or two to clear his head
Once outside lit up the first cigarette, taking a drag and feeling the nicotine rush in. As he exhaled, he could feel the frustration still lingering in his mind. Wendy's words hadnt hit a nerve, but the picture did, and he couldn't help but let it bother him more than he wanted to
You with another guy? Fuck no
"Get a fucking grip Jungkook" Jungkook muttered to himself, taking another puff. He reached for another cigarette, needing a second one to fully shake off the negative vibes
"Shit" he mutters trying to talk himself into a better mindset. He took a few deep breaths, the smoke mixing with the windy air around him
Getting worked up over this wasn't worth it. He needed to gain some perspective. After all, the only one he could trust was you
Mentally thanking his cigarettes Jungkook knew he couldn't rely on them to solve his problems. He had to find healthier ways to handle his emotions–and that healthier way was you
With a determined look, Jungkook put on his helmet, getting on his harley. He was gonna make things right.
-
As Jungkook's footsteps slowly faded, the silence in the room felt deafening. You were left there, alone. Not sure if you were supposed to leave now or wait for him to come back. Part of you wanted to storm out in tears, beg him to stay, while another part told you to stay
Exhaustion suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. You were completely drained. Your body felt heavy, and you found it hard to keep your eyes open. So hugging the pillow tighter you slowly fell asleep, and the fact that his pillow smelled like him didn't make it any better
You dont exactlyknow when you wake up, was it just 15 minutes since you fell asleep, or was it an hour? You don't know, but when a wet nose nudged against your cheek, and you felt a wet, sloppy lick on your face you fjnally open your eyes. "Hi Bam," you mumbled, your voice sleepy as you reached to pat the dog's head
You wiped away some sleep from your face, trying to shake off the drowsiness. Yawning, you stretched your arms above your head, feeling feeling your top rise a bit exposing your tummy, you were a bit hungry now that you thought about it
"Thanks for waking me up, Bamie" you said to Bam, who sat beside you, tail wagging happily
As you rummage through the bed, searching for your phone to finally check the time, you couldn't help but smile for a moment remembering how you and him just layed here earlier without any worries
Finally finding your phone, you glanced at the screen, 2:45 pm. Jungkook had left around 45 minutes ago. "Okay," you whispered to yourself, taking a deep breath to regain your composure. You knew you needed to sort things out with him, but maybe it was better to give it a little time
Running your hand over your face, you tried to shake off the sleepiness. Leaving now and giving yourselves some space to cool down seemed like the right thing to do
With your phone in hand and your small bag, you walked into Jungkook's living room. The sight of the sofa where you had sat together earlier made your heart ache a little. You bit your lip, trying to push the emotions aside and focus on leaving before he came back
As you made your way towards the door, your hand on the doorknob, you hesitated for a moment–it was hard to walk away
But just as you opened the door from the inside, you were met with a surprise. Jungkook was about to walk in, and his expression was not good. Was he mad? "Y/n?" he said, his voice soft calming you down "Are-are you leaving?"
He poked the inside of his cheek, a habit you knew all too well when he was lad or agitated. You felt your heart skip a beat, torn between staying and talking it out right now or going with your original plan
"Yeah, Kook, I think it's best for both of us to take a little time," you replied honestly, your voice gentle. "I don't want us to say things we'll regret."
Walking inside, Jungkook looked at you with concern, placing his gym bag casually on the counter. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently
You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, looking up at him with a soft smile. "I just needed a moment to myself."
He let out a relieved sigh, taking a step closer to you. "I should've given you space when you needed it," he admitted, regret evident in his eyes. "I'm really sorry for pushing you earlier. I didn't mean to upset you."
You reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, your touch comforting and reassuring. "It's alright, Jungkook," you said, using his name with affection. "Im sorry too"
He leaned into your touch, grateful for your understanding "I hate seeing you upset, and I never want to be the cause of it."
You smiled warmly at him, "I know you don't," you replied, "and I don't want us to fight either"
"Yeah," he nods
As the tension melted away between you and Jungkook, he pulled you close, his hands gently resting on your hips. You couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at you, just like that time at Namsan Tower when he seemed so lost in his thoughts
He frowned slightly, his eyes locked with yours, and licking his lips unconsciously
Nudging his nose against yours playfully, the familiar scent of cigarette lingered, mixing with his own scent
Taking a deep breath, gathering his courage to say something important his hand cups your cheek "Y/n, I..." he began, sighing and breaking eye contact, struggling to find the right words
You gently placed a hand on his chest, encouraging him to continue "You can tell me anything, Kook."
He glanced back into your eyes, his expression serious. "I...I lo-" he started again but stopped himself, as if the words were too heavy to say
You caressed his chest, a gentle smile on your lips
His lips brushed against yours as he leaned in, "I wanna kiss you,"
Without a second thought, you closed the distance between your lips, kissing him tenderly. It was a sweet moment, expressing all the unspoken feelings you both had been holding back.
As your lips moved together, a warm sensation spread through your body. You could feel his strong arms tightening around you, pulling you even closer. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue gently explored your mouth
The kiss was both sweet and steamy, leaving you feeling both giddy and well...
As his hand cupped your butt and gave it a gentle squeeze, you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of pleasure, surprising not only yourself
Somewhere in between kisses, he moved down to your neck, leaving his marks on your skin. Each touch of his lips sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch your neck to give him better access, tugging on his hair
Finally, he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with desire. There were no words needed between you two as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. Laying you down on his bed, he continued to kiss you, letting his hands roam your body and exploring every inch of it leaving you breathless.
"Are you okay with this?" Jungkook whispered into your neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. You paused for a moment, feeling nervous and unsure, before biting your lip and looking up at him.
"Yeah, I think so," you replied shyly
"You think so?" Jungkook chuckled, his eyes sparkling amused. "Sugar, I need you to be 100% sure about this," he continued, licking his lips. "Whatever we're about to do...I need you to be completely comfortable with it," he added, highlighting the importance of your consent.
You nod "I am, I want this," you sighed, leaning back and feeling Jungkook's lips trail down your neck to your collarbone. You couldn't help but feel your body respond to his touch. You let out a moan as you grind into him, feeling the his bulge. Jungkook groaned in response "fuck"
His lips start at your hips, driving you insane, he goes lower, planting a sweet kiss right below your belly button.
With your approval, he takes off your skirt, leaving you in your pink Cinnamon Roll panties, chuckling he plays with the hem "cute"
You're losing your mind in all the best way possible, you could stay like this forever. Your hand tangled in his hair, your lip between your teeth, as he goes even lower, planting kisses over your panties–right where your clit is.
It's a whole new sensation you've never felt before. Was Jungkook really good in bed, or were you maybe just inexperienced?–for all you know it might have been both
"What do you want me to do?" he asks in a low voice as he plays with the lace of your panties. You pause for a moment, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks
"I'm not sure, this is my first time."
You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, his fingers stilling on the edge of the fabric. "It's alright," he murmurs, leaning up to you, his lips grazing your ear, "I'll take care of you." His words send shivers down your spine.
You've heard stories from your ballet friends about their first times, some good and some bad, but you don't know what to expect, but you knew you were in good hands with Jungkook
As he leans in to kiss you, you close your eyes and let yourself relax into the moment. The feeling of his lips on yours is sweet, and you can feel his hands moving over your body, helping you relax
"We don't have to rush things," he says, his fingers gently rubbing your sides as he gazes into your eyes. "I want to savour every moment with you," he adds, causing your cheeks to blush even more. You nod in agreement, your hand now caressing his chest
"I want to eat you out," he continues, his hand teasingly playing with the waistband of your panties before moving to cup your heat, eliciting a moan from your lips. "Can I?" he asks, his eyes filled with desire
You feel his fingers slowly and carefully sliding down your waist, sending shivers down your spine. As you make eye contact with him "I want you completely naked". he confesses in a low voice, Jungkook always had a thing for that–pleasuring the girl while she's completely naked
You take a moment to process his words, but then you nod in agreement. Sitting up, you begin to take off your top, revealing your lacy bra. Jungkook doesn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you, his fingers toying with the clip of your bra. "Can I?" he asks with a soft voice, and you nod, feeling your heart beating faster.
He carefully takes off your bra, and as you sit there exposed, he stares at you smirking "You're so pretty" he whispers, licking his lips in anticipation of what he's about to do next
As he lays you back down, straddling your waist, you feel his strong hands on your breasts. He starts with a soft squeeze, and then applies more pressure, pinching your nipples. You moan in pleasure, enjoying the sensation. He wants to explore the things you like and what turns you on. "You like that huh?" he chuckles
As his teasing continues, you feel his warm breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He begins to place kisses on your cheek, starting there and moving down to your neck. You feel his lips wrap around your nipple, gently sucking and flicking it with his tongue. The sensations are so overwhelming you burry your hands in his hair, and you can't help but moan his name.
"Kook" you whine, pushing his face deeper into your chest
Switching to your other breast, you feel the cool air on your now hardened nipple, causing a shiver to run through your body. His touch is intense, perfect
As he hums in acknowledgement, you can't help but crave more of him. More of this
"Jungkook" you whine again thsi time a bit louder
Without saying a word, Jungkook seems to sense your desire and moves away from your boobs, a smirk on his lips, his lips still slightly wet. He gets up, scooting back to sit between your legs, he gives your lips a kiss and then dives down, his nose nuzzling your clit, as your legs are supprted by his shoulders. You arch your back and your head hits his pillow as you moan in pleasure.
"that good?" he playfully teases, his lips turning up into a smile
You nod in agreement, feeling a rush of pleasure as he eagerly buries his entire face in between your legs. You can't help but moan softly as his warm breath tickles your sensitive skin. Wiggling his face around, you feel his lips brush against your inner thighs, ypu let out a gasp as he moans, "You smell and taste like heaven, sugar."
With his big hands supporting your butt, he dives in even deeper, taking your clit into his mouth and starting to suck on it in a way that almost drives you off the edge. You arch your back even mkre and let out a loud moan as he works his magic around your most sensitive parts
"Fuck" he curses, growling into your heat
He moves his tongue, teasingly at first, gently sucking and letting go again. As he feels your hole start to tighten around his tongue, he knows that you're getting close. Normally, he would want to make the pleasure last longer–tease and tease you until you begged for it
However, he understood that today was all about you. So, he continued to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Eventually, you reach the your high, and he feels the muscles around his tongue contract as you orgasm. Your moans are like a symphony to his ears, proud that he was the one to make you feel this way
Without wasting any time, he looks up at you, his eyes scanning your face to see your level of comfort. He watches as you cover your face with your hands, still trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm that just overtook your body.
As you lay there in a state of pleasure, he takes a moment to appreciate your body–your beautiful body.
The way its still trembling with pleasure, the way your breathing is still uneven, the way you still whine a bit.
He gently leans in to kiss your forehead, murmuring soft words of comfort and love as he holds you close
Jungkook chuckled lowly, his hand gently roaming your body in a soothing way "Are you okay?" he asked carefully, "Need a minute?"
You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I think I do," you replied honestly, leaning back. He laid down beside you, throwing his arm around you in a protective way
As you looked into each other's eyes, you couldn't help hide your face in his neck "Aw, don't tell me you're embarrassed," Jungkook teased playfully, poking your side and making you squeak
"I'm not," you confessed, though you knew you were, just a little. "Just overwhelmed," you added, smiling into his neck as you placed a soft kiss there
"Take all the time you need," he said, his voice gentle, his fingers softly tracing patterns on your arm. "We don't have to rush anything. Just relax sugar"
You nodded, feeling comforted by his words. "Thanks, Kook,"
"You know," he said with a playful beam in his eyes, "you got me all hard now" he teasingly pouts. You leaned in and kissed him sweetly,
"you can...teach me" you say, whispering. "Teach me how to make you feel good" you clarify.
Laying there, staring into his eyes, you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand reaches out and gently caresses your face, and you can't help but feel giddy. You kiss him again, this time more passionately, and he responds, hands pulling you closer to him
You want to satisfy him, to make him feel good, and you realize that you don't quite know how–youve never done this before
But you're willing to learn. You want to learn how to touch him, how to kiss him, how to make him moan with pleasure like you did.
What did he like?
What didn't he like?
Was he dominant? Submissive?
Would he like it if you touched him?
Would he like it if you kissed his body like he did with yours?
You want him to show you what he likes and how he likes it. You want to explore his body, to learn every inch of him, and to make him feel as good as he makes you feel
You're not stupid obviously you knew what sex was and how it worked, your curiosity made you look up porn before. But experiencing giving pleasure for the first time was so different from how you'd imagined it
You could sense the tension in the air as he took your hand and guided it towards his crotch. You could feel how hard he was down there, and the smirk on his face only made it more apparent.
He paused for a moment "This is all you, this is what you do to me."
"But don't feel like you have to do anything, I pleased you because I wanted to, not because I want something in return." As he said this, he gestured towards his rock hard member
"I'm not someone who believes in giving to receive," he clarifies, his voice low and serious. "I prefer to give more than I receive, anyway," he adds, smirking and brushing his hand against your cheek.
You can feel the warmth from his touch, and your heart begins to race. You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Please let me do this for you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to show you how much you mean to me, and how much I care about you."
He smiles, "I know," he says, pulling you into another kiss. "Ill show you.”
That's how you find yourself on your knees in front of him, hed removed his pants, leaving him only in his white t-shirt and black Calvin Klein boxers. As he stood before you, you couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants. You couldn't tell whether it was big or small, as you had nothing to compare it with, but one thing was certain—it didn't look small.
Your mind began to wander, imagining what it would be like to please him, you wanted to be perfect for him
"Okay," he sighs, his hand on the back of your head as he stroked your hair affectionately. "Try touching me through my boxers, squeeze it a bit if you like, especially at the base," he tells you with a grin, watching as your hand goes up to his bulge, gripping it lightly through his pants, making him sigh
He keeps his eyes on you, watching your every move, and feeling himself becoming more aroused with each passing minute. He thinks about how much he wants to feel your soft lips wrapped around him, and he can't help but let out a low moan when he looks down at you.
He lets out a deep sigh as you begin to touch him. "squeeze it a bit? Yeah, just like that," he moans in pleasure.
You tighten your grip and rub your hand against him, causing another moan. His head falls back for a moment and he lets out a low growl "Okay, fuck," he says, brushing his hair back. "Take it out," he demands, his voice low
You comply, feeling a sense of satisfaction He looks at you with a gaze full of want
Without hesitation, you tug down the waistband of his shorts just under his balls, revealing his erect member. You watch in awe as it springs free, nearly hitting you in the face, causing a giggle to escape from you.
"Sorry," he laughs along with you, gripping his member and giving it a few strokes to demonstrate how to do it
"Is this what you want huh?" he asks, eagerly awaiting your response tapping his dick against your lips playfully. You can feel your heart racing as you watch his penis slap back against his stomach
You take a moment to fully appreciate it. It's red, with a prominent vein running just under the base and leading all the way up to the tip. You feel your mouth start to water, your subconscious already anticipating what yorue about to do.
It's pretty
You look up at him and lean in, taking his head between your lips and savouring the taste–it's salty, but less weird than you expected
As you place a tender kiss on the head, he lets out a deep sigh. You couldn't help but notice how his tigh muscles relaxed as he leaned into your touch. "I have a tendency to force the head down" he warns "but don't worry, if I do that, just pinch my leg or something. I won't do it purposely." He adds
You nod once then twice, unsure of what to do next. You've never done anything like this before.
Jungkook smiles, sensing your hesitation. "Don't worry," he says reassuringly. "You can take it slow. Just start by sucking on the tip, and we'll go from there."
You try to relax as best you can, reminding yourself that you're in control of the situation. You take a deep breath and lean in, gingerly placing your lips around the head
As you begin to suck, you feel his hand on the back of your head, guiding you gently
"Fuck that's good"
"Does that feel good enough, though? Don't you want me to do more?" you ask, your uncertainty clear in your voice. He shakes his head reassuringly.
"It's your first time, and I want to make sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself," he tells you with a gentle smile. You pout, wanting to please him and make the experience just as good for him as it is for you.
"But I want it to feel super good for you, just like you made me feel," you say, and he chuckles softly, his hand stroking your hair.
"If that were the case, I'd be fucking your mouth right now, sugar. But I'm not gonna do that. I want to take things slow and make sure you dont get hurt. How about you be a good girl and suck just the tip for now?" he suggests, still holding your gaze with his warm dark eyes
Without hesitation, you take his dick a bit deeper, not enough to choke though, and you stroke the rest of his length as you bob your head, just like he showed you earlier. "My balls," he moans, "squeeze them a bit-fuck!" You do and he moans again in pleasure.
You can feel his hands on your head, guiding you little by little, but you take control and increase the pace. You look up at him and see the pleasure in his eyes
The moment you start gagging, the sound of it drives him crazy and he feels amazing. As you moan against him, it sends shivers down his entire body, his tights tensing. Approaching his climax, he curses, "I'm gonna cum so hard. Fuck!" He guides your head a little faster, a little deeper, and can feel himself getting closer to the edge. Your hand playing with his balls only adds to the pleasure. He can't stop groaning, "Yeah fuck, good girl,"
As you take him deeper, your eyes start to water. You try to take it all in, but he goes a little too deep and you start to gag around him. You can feel his excitement building up as he reaches his climax, his warm cum spilling down your throat and leaving a salty taste in your mouth. A tear spills from your eye as you try to catch your breath
He let out a deep moan, tilting his head back in pleasure while pulling your head away from his sensitive and now softening member. Catching your breath you gaze up at him, still feeling the warmth of his cum on your lips.
As he looked down at you, he smiled. Without a care in the world, he helped you stand straight and wiped the rest of his cum off your lip, wiping it on his shirt, chuckling and jokingly teasing "sugar-coated." Making you giggle at his casual attitude at the whole situation
It didn't feel awkward at all
"How was it?" You ask shyly
He looks at you with a smile and nods, "It was fucking amazing." As he falls back onto the bed with you still in his arms, you can't help but laugh at his response. You let out a huff, cuddling into his side.
"So we're okay?" You ask biting your lip and locking eyes with him
"More than okay" he answers
More than okay you repeat in your head
I love you
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