#who told him this suit was a good idea? i just wanna know
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"Your husband, who is your lovely sub on normal days, asks if he could take the lead for once."
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Smut
Warnings: switchy Dom!Jungkook, switch!Reader, basically he wants to be Dom but ends up having quite a subby approach to the entire scene, he is so cute!, slightly bratty!Reader, he shows off his bratty side as well, he lets a few "Mommy"s slip because he is cute, sex in the playroom, leather handcuffs, he ties her to the bed with ropes, suit kink as he keeps his suit on during sex, lap sitting, he is a giggly tease, body worship, nipple licking, temperature play with peach juice, edging (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), vaginal fingering, use of a rabbit vibrator, use of lube, strength kink, some dirty talk, he calls her "his queen", giggly aftercare, Kookie slips right back into sub-mode the moment the scene ended, they’re so in love!!
Wordcount: 9.7k
a/n: Okay you guys, you know that I love aaol!Kook and his subby nature very much, but this idea came to me one night and wouldn't want to leave me. So enjoy, this is him being the Dom in a scene I am *gulps* have fun besties 😩💜
Your husband had a request last night. It was the type of request he never made before and one you most definitely didn’t expect to ever hear from him.
“Can I dom you?”
The question fell during dinner, leaving you to look at him with widened eyes.
“It’s just that, that…”
He began stuttering then, fondling with his own ear nervously.
“...you know that I, uhm, you know how we, uhm. You know uhm. You know how we once talked about how I’m kinda only subbing for the right woman and that I’m actually a switch? You know it, it was on our first date. You know?”
You assured him that yes of course you remember.
“Yeah okay I uh. Uhm. Uh. Mmh, yeah. I was, uh.”
You had to tell him then, “Jungkook, please don’t be so nervous, there is no reason for it”, which calmed him down enough that he could finish his sentence properly.
“It’s just that, I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, switch it up for once? Just, just once obviously and I, I don’t wanna invalidate you as a Dom.”
“You aren’t, my love”, you told him to which he seemed rather assured.
“Okay good, so uhm. What do you think? Could I be, uhm, could I be the Dom for once? Just once? Please? Once?”
Jungkook looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever and so you told him in the most nonchalant of ways that “yeah sure, let’s switch it up. But ain’t calling you Daddy.”
“Ew hell no, that’s just gross. You’re literally the same age as me.”
At that you had to laugh, “but Jungkook dear, you call me Mommy too.”
“Well, that’s different because you’re hot and like totally my type.”
A day has passed between that conversation and the current moment. You have just come home, now in the middle of hanging up your coat when Jungkook calls for you.
“My love, can you come here for a moment?”
“Coming! Just gotta get rid of my bag!” you tell him, doing exactly that.
You find Jungkook in the living room once you are done undressing. He is sitting on the chaise lounge by the window, still wearing a suit. Well, parts of it at least. A black and terribly tight button up is tucked into his equally as tight and as black slacks. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up, revealing his strong, lower arms to you. His favourite Rolex sits around his wrist. The suit jacket he had draped on the chaise lounge beside him.
“Hey there handsome, how was your day?” you greet him.
“Good. Yours?”
“Good too, just kinda stressful.”
“Yeah stressful?”
“Yeah very. But it’s alright because I’m home now. With you.”
Jungkook gives you a shy grin. You let your eyes run over his chest. He has three of his buttons open, leaving little to your imagination.
“But what’s with you. Why are you still in your suit?” you ask him.
“It’s not my work suit.”
“It’s not?”
Jungkook smirks and spreads his legs rather cockily.
“Come here, my love”, he says, carrying a certain rasp in his voice.
“Oh? Okay”, you chuckle, “is this already part of your plan?”
“Yeah maybe”, he straightens up the closer you come.
“Is it now? What about dinner?”
“Wanna take you out afterwards. It’s not good to play with a full stomach anyway”, he tells you, following the sway of your hips with his eyes, “now sit”, he says, tapping his lap.
You smile fondly, climbing on top of his lap in a way so that you were facing him. Your knees are caging in his hips and you have your hands hooked behind his neck.
“Like this?” you ask, playing with his undercut at the nape of his neck.
“Perfect”, he says and places his hands on your hips to massage them gently. He scans his eyes over your body, “you’re so beautiful, my love.”
“Oh? Thank you. I feel like a mess. I was sweating so much today.”
“I don’t even see it. You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Bunny.”
“No, no. Call me by name tonight”, he pauses, “if it’s alright with you, of course”, he adds in a whisper.
“By your name?” you stifle a chuckle, but Jungkook is looking at you with dead serious eyes, “fine. Thank you, Jungkook”, you coo, fluttering your lashes at him.
Jungkook nods his head and runs his hand up your back. He gives your body a gentle squeeze when he reaches your upper back, then begins dancing his hands down to your hips again.
“How was your day, my love? Honestly”, he asks with his attentive eyes solely focused on you. He loves listening to you.
“It was good. Just really hot and the last two lectures kinda ruined me. I’m so tired”, you say and rest your head on his shoulder, “but that’s amazing. You’re so snuggly.”
Jungkook kisses your hair and rubs his hands up and down your back. His touch is so nice, making you tingle in a comforting manner.
“Are you in the mood for kink? I know I’m kinda surprising you right now.”
“No, I knew you would. We talked about it, didn’t we?”
“Mhm, yeah. But moods can change, especially after a long day.”
“No, I still want it. I was looking forward to tonight. I’m so curious to what you have planned.”
“It’s gonna be so good”, he says and wiggles.
“Yeah?"
“Mh-hm, I put a lot of thought into it and worked with the wishes you told me yesterday. I really worked so hard on it.”
“Uuh Bunny, that sounds intriguing.”
“I know, oh Mommy I’m so-”, he stops and wiggles out of your hug. He pouts at you, “no Bunny”, he frowns cutely, “and you’re not my Mommy tonight. No.”
You laugh, caressing his cheeks, “you’re cute. But fine. I’ll behave. What do you have planned, Jungkook?”
“First, tell me your rights”, he says.
“Well, I have the right to vote and the right to voice my opinion freely, there is also the right to-”
“No ___, don’t ruin my plan”, Jungkook whines, sending you a pleading look.
You chuckle. He is so adorable. You are pretty sure that if you truly acted bratty, he would just straight up break into tears because of feeling way too overwhelmed. Poor, sweet boy. Maybe you should cut him some slack for now. After all, Jungkook has a talent for planning scenes. You are sure that he put a lot of effort into tonight.
“Fine”, you give in, “Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum happy birthday. Also don’t you dare call me a good girl or I will end the scene immediately.”
“Yes, that’s it. I understand”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “do you want this?”
“Yes Jungkook, I do.”
“Good”, he lowers his eyes playfully, “you know? I did some thinking today.”
“You did?”
“Mhm yeah. I was thinking about all the ways I could ruin you.”
“Ruin me?” you gasp, feeling genuinely surprised.
“Yeah”, Jungkook lowers his eyes playfully, “you always put so much effort into making sure I’m a complete mess, so I put a lot of thinking into what I could do to you.”
“You did?” you ask him, finding more and more enjoyment in the scene.
“Yeah”, he smirks playfully, “why don’t you clean up and get pretty for me and I’ll show you?”
“You’ll show me?” you ask huskily, moving closer.
Jungkook looks at your lips with half-lidded eyes.
“Yeah”, he rasps, “upstairs.”
A shiver runs down your spine, making your hips squirm on top of his lap.
“You really prepared it upstairs?”
“Yeah, like we talked about”, he says cockily, “I also put out something for you to wear.”
“Fuck Bunny, you-”
“Uh, nuh”, he silences you by pressing his finger against your lips, “aren’t you forgetting something here?”
“Jungkook”, you murmur, gawking at him with widened eyes, “I meant Jungkook.”
“Better”, he rasps and caresses your chin with two of his fingers, “now off you go, get cleaned up and pretty and then come upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Fine, geez you’re really into this role aren’t you?” you murmur, stumbling off his lap with slightly wobbly knees.
Jungkook told the truth. He really prepared something to wear for you. One of his shirts. Babyblue and oversized. It is resting on your bed with a single red rose and a little note on top of it. You aren’t surprised that he chose something so domestic and casual. He loves it when you wear his clothes and quite frankly, you expected him to choose domestic attire for you.
You decide to get washed up first and read the note later.
Once done and with your body finally smelling and feeling clean again, you sit down on the edge of the bed, putting on the shirt. It fits you perfectly, smelling just like him. Once you took a good whiff of him, you reach for the note and the finely wrapped chocolate praline he placed beside it. You let it melt on your tongue as you read.
“A flower and chocolate for my Queen. PS: No panties please ;) Love, Jungkook.”
You smile, folding the note neatly and placing it next to the rose.
“You’re so cute, Bunny”, you murmur, leaving the bedroom to finally hurry upstairs.
You are so excited for what he has planned. You know that whatever he thought of will be fun. The two of you had a long and thorough conversation about your likes and dislikes last night, so you know that Jungkook must have taken great advantage of the knowledge. He is your amazing husband after all.
You knock three times and wait with a racing heart.
“Come in!”
You take a deep breath and finally slip inside.
The playroom doesn’t look much different than it normally does. Except that Jungkook turned on all the moodlights and he changed the once red PVC cover for the black one. It fits well with his outfit.
“Look at you”, he says, leaving the place by the backlit window to strut to you, “you look fucking stunning.”
“Thank you”, you say, “and thank you for the rose and chocolate.”
“Of course”, he says, taking your hand to place a soft kiss on top of your knuckles, “anything for my Queen”, he rasps, looking at you with playful eyes.
He leaves you all hot and bothered. This cocky, flirty attitude suits him so well.
“So”, you begin, “finally ready to tell me what you have planned for me?”
Jungkook straightens up solely to begin circling you like a predator would its prey. His steps are confident, the sound of his shoes are loud on the floorboards.
One.
Two.
He is standing just about behind you, placing his hand on your lower back. He leans in, making sure that you would feel his breath tickle your neck.
“Patience”, he whispers, inching his hand closer and closer to your front. He presents a flute of a sparkling beverage to you. It reflects the red lights, “for you.”
“What’s that?” you gasp, eyeing it with slight shock in your tummy.
“Sparkling peach juice”, he says and giggles, “I wanted to treat you to something yummy.”
“Oh dear, you had me worried that you got alcohol for a sec”, you say, accepting the flute gladly.
“Never”, he says and snakes his arm around you so he could clink glasses with you. He ghosts his lips over your neck as he does, sending shivers down your spine, “to a wonderful evening”, he rasps.
“Yeah”, you agree and guide the glass to your lips. Jungkook does the same with his’. One sip and then he ghosts his lips over your neck again. They are cold from the juice, their kisses leave wet spots on your skin. Jungkook lets his breath swirl over them, intensifying the sensation to the max. It also doesn’t help that his unoccupied hand is running up and down your waist, reminding you just how warm his touch feels.
“I’m so obsessed with you”, he whispers, nibbling on the spots he marked to get rid of the juice, “I can’t stop looking at you in this shirt”, he says, letting his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
The shiver running down your spine leaves you seeking his closeness. You lean into him, sipping on the juice.
“Means I’m yours”, you whisper, listening to his breath hitch.
“Mine?” he repeats, voice shaky.
You smirk triumphantly, “yeah, yours. When you’re on business trips I always put it on, it’s like you’re right there with me.”
“My love”, Jungkook is almost growling, pressing himself into you while his hand grips your hip strongly. He buries his face in your neck, purring deeply.
You giggle, stumbling from how aggressively he is gripping you and with just how much vigour he is grinding into you. You knew it. This would drive him insane. You solely did it to get him that way. Desperate and oh so turned on.
“Fuck, you drive me insane”, he rasps, “I wanna treat you so fucking right.”
His hand rests itself on your stomach, pressing your body back into him. You fall gladly, moaning softly when your ass brushes against his growing cock.
You have to look at him. You just have to.
“Goddamn Kook, what’s gotten into you?”
He looks into your eyes, “why? Do you not like it? Did I do something wrong?” he asks panickedly.
“No, it’s just. You’re actually into that role, aren’t you?”
He nods his head, “I spent my entire day thinking about it”, he confesses and giggles cutely, “I couldn’t concentrate at work at all because all I could think about was us and, and you and just how excited I am for tonight.”
“Well, that’s not good. You shouldn’t do that, baby”, you say, caressing his cheek.
“I know, but I couldn’t help it Mommy, I just-”, he falters, lowering his eyes at you, “don’t do that”, he whines.
“Oh, cutie”, you laugh.
“Hey don’t laugh, it’s not funny. You’re so mean, you gotta give me a chance too.”
“I am, I am. Don’t worry”, you assure him, snickering.
He huffs out air, pouting.
“Fine”, you twirl, placing your hand on his chest, “I’ll try to behave from now on.”
“Thanks”, he says, relaxing. He touches your side, massaging it slowly while his eyes race over your features.
“I’ll try, can’t promise that I’ll succeed”, you say, smirking.
“Mhm, that’s enough for me”, he says, pulling you closer, “thank you, my love. I really need this, so thank you.”
He is so sweet. You are melting on the spot. He is so, so sweet.
“Now”, you say and shotgun the rest of your juice, “finally wanna tell me what you have planned for me?”
“Well first”, he says and takes your hand, “follow me.”
He leads you to the bed, sitting down and pulling you on top of his lap in a way so that your legs would tangle down on one side of him and your back was supported by his arm. The glasses are placed on the floor for now.
The other hand he slips between your legs, feeling up your inner thigh with teasing precision. You really want to squirm because of it. His touch is like fire on your skin.
“What would you say if I told you that I want to put handcuffs around your wrists? And then make you lie on the mattress while I feel up every inch of you?”
“Handcuffs you’re saying? What kinda handcuffs?”
You are acting oblivious on purpose. In reality, you knew exactly of what handcuffs he is talking. You talked about it last night.
He nods his head to the side, pulling your attention to the black leather cuffs currently resting beside him on the bed. You know these cuffs. They have been around Jungkook’s wrists a hundred times before.
“Those seem familiar.”
“Mhm probably. They’re comfy, trust me.”
“Yeah? Have experience with them?”
He smirks playfully, looking at your lips, “maybe.”
“That’s hot. Someone so strong and manly all tied up. That’s so hot”, you coo, swirling your nail up his exposed chest.
Jungkook purrs, moving closer until your lips are touching. One second of gazing. His hand moves, his finger brushes over your pussy. A gasp slips past your lips.
“No panties”, he says and smiles, “you listened. I like that.”
He is tracing your thigh as he speaks. He is so close to your middle that you would only have to move a little and you could have his touch. One more time. The first touch felt so good.
“I thought I’d make it easier for you”, you whisper, chasing him in a squirm.
“You did so well”, he praises, “now”, he pauses his touches, hovers his finger just above your clit, “can you tell me what you think of the idea, mhm?”
Again. He knew exactly what you thought of it because you told him last night. You were into it and you trusted him. It was still terribly exciting to hear you consent to it once again.
“It’s alright.”
“Alright?”
You giggle playfully, making Jungkook frown. It’s actually quite a sexy look on him.
“Kidding. I like it”, you say, grinning when this makes Jungkook roll his eyes at you.
“Pick them up.”
“Huh?”
“Pick up the handcuffs”, Jungkook repeats the order. His voice sounds sterner than before.
You follow with a chuckle, snatching them from the mattress to tangle them from your fingers instead.
“And now?”
“Put them around your wrist.”
“Like this?” you ask, messing it up on purpose.
Jungkook grabs your wrist harshly, genuinely flustering you. He is still frowning, working skillfully to close the shackles. First your right then your left. He twists the chain between them and tugs your hands closer.
“Like this”, he says.
“Well damn. That’s one way to do it”, you murmur, gazing into his dark eyes.
“How do they feel?” he asks.
“Good”, you rasp, gawking at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, you’re just really hot”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes.
“Heh”, he lets out, gazing into your eyes. His hand slips between your legs again, massaging your inner thigh. You feel hot instantly, tensing your muscles in desperation.
And as he runs his fingers over your skin, he continues talking.
“I want to hook you to the bed by the handcuffs. What do you think of that?”
“Sounds constricting.”
“Yeah”, he places his hand over your pussy, moving his fingers as slowly as possible.
You gasp because of it, parting your legs.
“I promise that it’ll feel nice. Like this”, he rasps, parting your folds with two of his fingers. He feels you up. Once. Twice. His touch retreats, desperation remains.
“Jungkook”, you breathe, closing your fingers around a bundle of his shirt.
Jungkook’s hooded eyes flit down to them, the right corner of his lips curls into a smirk. He touches your inner thigh, basking in the squirm you do because of it.
“Can I call you cute?” he asks.
“Cute?”
“Are you comfortable with being called that way?”
“Only when you say it. Why?”
He moves closer, squeezing your thigh and eliciting a loud gasp from you. His dark eyes flit to your lips, his breath tickles you as he speaks.
“Because you’re so fucking cute when you squirm for me”, he rasps, sending shivers down your spine.
“Goddamn it, Kook”, you whisper, aching for a kiss.
Jungkook purrs and smirks. He stubs you with his nose, getting to his feet afterwards with you in his arms bridal style. His muscles tense, he bounces you in his arms twice to get a better grip. And you are dizzy. Seriously, you are dizzy. You expected anything, but not for Jungkook to be so good at controlling a scene.
Jungkook sets you down on the bed carefully, placing you in the middle of it and soothing you by caressing your cheek.
“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.
“Yeah, I am”, you assure him.
“Okay. Good. Lift your arms, I’m tying you down”, he orders and you obey.
He grabs the rope, guiding it to your handcuffs to tie you down. He prepared the rope for tonight. Black tossa yute. He likes the feel of it and the colour. He thinks that it fits the overall vibe he is trying to go for. Dark and mysterious.
Jungkook finishes the knot, running his fingers down your arms and making you writhe in the process. His touch tingles like crazy.
“How is that?” he asks you.
“Good”, you answer him, studying his face, “what now?”
“Now? I’m taking my time with you. You’re so beautiful, It’d be a shame not to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He pulls one knee up, placing his arm across your waist. Like this, he is propped up on his hand, facing you with sparkly eyes.
He runs them up and down your torso and as the seconds become longer and longer, those sparkles get replaced by hungry fire.
You feel on fire too. Sharing silence with him. Being gazed upon. Building tension. Jungkook hasn’t touched you yet and somehow this is driving you insane.
Jungkook moves. Finally. His touch lays itself upon your stomach. His warmth seeps through the shirt, your skin is covered in goosebumps. He caresses you, squeezes you afterwards. Strong and desperate.
Jungkook locks eyes with you. They are dark and half-lidded.
“You’re so fucking sexy in my shirt”, he rasps, voice deeper than usual, “I’m so addicted to you.”
“Addicted?” you gasp.
“Yeah”, he purrs, running his hand up your tummy and sternum until he reaches your throat. He doesn’t touch it, knowing that you don’t want him to go there. Instead he lifts his hand so only his fingertips are touching you. He tugs at the collar of the shirt, giving you a glimpse of what he will do next. “I’m running on nothing but you.”
You feel good from his sweet words. He always knows what to say. Jungkook slips his fingers to the upper most button of the shirt.
“Can I start to undress you?” he asks
“Yes, you can”, you allow him, feeling incredibly safe right now. You didn’t for a second feel fear for tonight. There is a reason why you don’t want to sub. Not only for the most obvious one that Domming just feels a lot better to you and it comes natural to you, but also because being a sub in the past hurt you. The men you had to sleep with at your job hurt you, fucked you into non-consensual submission and left without making sure to fix what they broke. Quite frankly, being someone’s sub traumatised you.
But you weren’t scared of tonight because you aren’t scared of Jungkook. You could never be scared of Jungkook. Especially not when it comes to kink. He respects you, loves you and cherishes you. You told him that you needed him to ask permission for every new step he takes and he does. He is asking, going slow, making sure that he only proceeds once he gets your clear verbal consent. This is everything you needed and Jungkook is showing you once again that you can always trust him and count on him. And it is enough to make you feel safe enough that you willingly let yourself get tied up and therefore rendered helpless.
He undresses you slowly. Button by button. Each time he opens a new one, he feels up your skin with featherlight touches. There are ten buttons on his shirt, by the time you mentally counted to ten, you are aching for his touch. You really, really are.
Jungkook retreats his hand, letting the situation hang in the air. Your shirt is still closed except for a little slit having formed in the middle. Technically you are still dressed, but feel naked already. Naked and desperate.
“How was that?” he asks you.
“Good”, you get out, “Jungkook, hurry up.”
“Patience”, he soothes you, caressing your hip.
“I hate patience”, you say and huff out air.
“No you don’t, you’re telling me to be patient all the time”, he retorts and goddamn it hits right where it hurts the most.
“No need to throw my own bomb back at me”, you mumble, making him snicker.
You send him a pout, one that Jungkook wipes away instantly with a soft caress to your chin.
“You’re so cute”, he whispers, making you roll your eyes fondly.
He retreats his hand, touching your exposed collarbone instead.
“I’ll get on top of you for now. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Good, that’s good”, Jungkook says and climbs on bed, claiming his spot right atop your lap. His slacks are struggling around his thighs and butt, stretching to their limit. The view is seriously making your mouth water.
Jungkook sits down on you. Nicely heavy and warm. That’s how he feels. And weirdly enough, he feels in charge. Despite how normally submissive he is in this position, tonight he feels in charge and you are starting to enjoy it more and more. At least for tonight. He is so hot when he is bossy.
Your eyes flit from his meaty thighs to his hands. He is currently fixing the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, making sure that you get the perfect view of his lower arms and working fingers. He ends it by running his fingertips down his own skin, rocking back and forth on you just once.
He is so hot without even trying. No wonder you’re so irrevocably in love with him.
He lowers himself, hands coming to rest on each side of your head and dark eyes running over your face.
“You’re so pretty”, he rasps.
“And you’re drooling.”
“Mhm proudly”, he says, giving you a cute grin, “I’ll start to open your shirt now and I’ll touch you as I do. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good. Relax for me, my love. You’re in good hands”, he whispers and sits up, placing his hands on your tummy to feel up your torso. He stops once he reaches the collar of your shirt, hooking his fingers in it to tug it open.
And so it begins. The addicting game of undress. Jungkook goes slow, eyes running over your body adoringly and fingers tracing your skin ever so often.
“I love it when you wear my shirts”, he whispers in a raspy voice.
“I know, you’re not good at hiding it”, you say, gazing at him.
“Who said I wanna hide it?”
“Hah. Sweet talker.”
“Mh-hm yeah”, he lets out and lowers his lips to your neck. He kisses the tender spot where your neck meets your collarbone. You find yourself sighing his name because of it, rolling your head to the side to give him better access.
One Jungkook takes gladly, trailing his kisses along your neck while his fingers feel up your upper sides. His touch tickles in an amazing way.
“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, “I’m so lucky. Seriously so lucky”, you adds and swirls his tongue down your neck.
“Ah”, you let out at the sensation, writhing in bliss. His tongue is so wet and warm, leaving behind a tingling cold sensation where the air hits your skin.
Jungkook wraps his lips around a spot on your upper chest and sucks. It feels gentle at first until a small sting shoots through you.
“Kookie”, you let out and luckily for you, Jungkook slips his lips from your skin to kiss a loving trail down to your breasts.
“My queen”, he whispers, “you’re mine. All mine. I love my queen so much”, he says and lifts his gaze to look at you.
“I love you too”, you tell him with a fluttering tummy.
“Heh”, he lets out and lowers himself back to your chest, “my love, can I worship your breasts?”
“Yes, you can.”
“Thank you, you are so beautiful. I wanna make you feel so good”, he whispers and begins kissing your skin. He moans and sighs as he does, running his hands over your curves and rocking his hips back and forth on your lap.
It feels so good. He is so gentle in his touches and loving in his kisses. Every second with him feels like a dream. A warm and safe dream. By the time Jungkook lifts his lips from your chest for the first time, you are so charged in pleasure that you actually whine.
“What was that?” he asks, tracing your ribs right under your breasts.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he smiles boyishly, “are you sure? Because it sounded like a whine to me.”
He makes you frown and pout. He chuckles because of it, wiggling his hips.
“You’re a tease”, you get out and arch your back, “fuck Kookie, my nipples are sensitive.”
“I know, they’re really swollen too”, he says and rubs his fingers against them. The touch makes you arch into him again, forcing your lips to produce a soft moan. Jungkook circles his hips and moans with you, “that feels so good. Your nipples are so, so pretty.”
“Kook, seriously”, you sigh, “it’s driving me insane.”
“It’s starting to work, doesn’t it?”
“What does?”
“My plan to ruin you.”
You open your eyes, sending him a look. Jungkook snickers because of it, giving you a playful smile.
“Look at you enjoying this”, you murmur, “so mean.”
He snickers with even more boyishness in his eyes, sliding his hands to your waist and leaning some of his weight on you.
“Are you still enjoying it?”
“I am. A lot.”
“That’s so nice to hear. Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he says and leans down to smooch your lips. He cups your cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours as he wiggles his hips, “do you really like it a lot?”
“Yes, I really do. You feel so good.”
“Oh god, Mommy”, he giggles, “that makes me so, so happy. I wanna be such a good Dom to you, Mommy.”
“You’re cute, Bunny. Also, I thought I’m not your Mommy tonight?”
“Oh”, Jungkook lifts his head, blinking at you with widened eyes, “I uh…”
You laugh, “don’t worry, love. I’m just gonna act like you didn’t say that.”
“God”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “thank you. I can’t stop calling you that. It comes so natural to me.”
“It’s alright. You’re still in charge, don’t worry.”
“Okay, okay”, he grins cutely, “I want to do the next step to you.”
“Okay? What do you wanna do?”
“I wanna use the juice to get my mouth colder and then run it over your body”, his eyes shift to your nipples, his thumbs draw light circles on them, “especially your nipples”, he adds in a breathy whisper.
“That’s hot, do it”, you allow him, arching into his touch.
“Okay. Stay, don’t go anywhere”, he says and snickers at his joke as he climbs off your lap.
“Stupid noodle”, you murmur, smiling to yourself.
He skips back to the bed in happy steps and sits down on your lap again. He carries the flute of juice in his left hand, lifting it to his lips to take a sip. He swallows it, keeping up eye contact as he does. Once done, he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.
You retort it, arching into his hand as he runs it over your torso. He cradles your breasts and massages them gently.
“The juice is so yummy”, he says and leans down to dance his cold lips over your chest.
“Mhhm”, you purr, closing your eyes in pleasure. His fingers are so warm, his touch so hot and yet his lips are so cold. The contrast of sensations makes you tingle like crazy.
Jungkook sits up and takes another sip. He keeps just enough in his mouth so he could wrap his lips round your nipple and make you feel the sensation. Wet and cold. Goosebumps form on your chest because of it. The tingle snakes all the way down to your pussy.
“God”, you chuckle, squirming desperately, “that’s cold. Hah.”
Jungkook swallows the juice, ending it by sucking on your nipple. You are so goddamn sensitive already that you have to close your legs and rub them together.
“Bunny…”
Jungkook lifts his lips, moaning softly. He looks up at you with sparkly eyes, smiling sweetly.
“You’re so sweet”, he says, “I love your nipples so much.”
“You’re such a tease”, you whisper.
Jungkook scrunches his nose and sits up. He lifts the flute of juice and guides it over your tummy.
“This isn’t gonna go well”, you tell him, watching with a dizzy head.
He tilts the glass.
“Bunny, listen to me. It’s gonna go everywhere.”
But Jungkook doesn’t listen. He tilts the flute and lets the juice trickle down onto your tummy. It goes well at first until it gets too much and the juice escapes down your sides.
“Oh no”, he gasps, leaning down quickly to slurp it up from your tummy.
“See?” you laugh, “you stupid noodle, you should have listened. I know what’s up.”
Jungkook slurps one last time, then licks up and down your tummy with the flat of his tongue. You have to be honest, that shit feels amazing. Cold at first until his hot mouth warms you up again.
He guides his mouth to your lower tummy, nibbling at your tenderness with his teeth tugged behind his lips. You squirm and giggle.
Jungkook lifts his head, grinning up at you.
“This was all part of my plan”, he very obviously lies, “I wanted the juice to go everywhere so I can lick your tummy.”
“Mhm sure”, you say sarcastically and snicker, “you’re such a stupid noodle.”
“Heh”, he lets out and sits up. There is one sip left in the glass. He decides to trickle it over your tummy again. It spills again, making you chuckle and glance at him. He does the same, “all part of the plan.”
“Sure.”
Jungkook grins and leans down, slurping up the sweet juice while his hands run up and down your sides. The empty glass he discarded on the bed for now.
Once clean again, he guides his eager tongue up to your breasts. His mouth is warmed up by now, it feels like fire around your nipples as he sucks and licks them. One at a time with equal amounts of attention shared between them.
And while he does, he is rolling his hips on your lap, squeezing his thighs around you needily. He is even whimpering like the natural babyboy he is. If you weren’t so tied up and ruined in desperation, you would have grabbed him and flipped him to give him the fuck he deserved.
But you aren’t in control tonight. At least, you pretend to be.
“Jungkook more”, and so you beg, feeling not an ounce of shame in doing so. He makes you feel so safe that it doesn’t feel weird to beg.
Jungkook lifts his puffy lips from your equally as puffy nipples. His fingers continue to play with them even when he sits up. His hips wiggle and roll against you, his butt is stuck out as he arches his back.
This whole situation really is one big roleplay, you think as you watch him pose so instinctively submissive.
“Did you just beg?” he asks, melting you with it. He is so cute.
“And if I did?” you answer him, thrusting your hips up. Jungkook squeaks and moans, pressing his thighs together. Cute. He is so adorable, “I need more, please.”
“Oh god”, he chokes out and wiggles his hips, “okay. Yes”, he nods his head vigorously and gives your nipples a soft pinch.
The sensation makes you sigh and arch your back.
“I want to use a rabbit on you”, he smiles with his eyes, “not me, an actual rabbit vibe.”
You roll your eyes, “you stupid noodle, that joke was terrible”, you say with a fond grin.
“Hehe”, he lets out and leans down, forcing heat to rise to your cheeks from just how seductive he suddenly looks. Playful and terribly cute, but still very seductive, “can I use a toy on you, please?”
“Yes you can”, you whisper, eyes hypnotised by his lips. They are so wet and puffy from sucking your nipples. And so pink. You want to kiss him so fucking bad.
“Thank you. Now stay here, I’ll get the toy”, he says, kissing your forehead once before climbing off bed and strutting to the big toy wall. He discards the glass on a table while he is at it.
You and he are very proud of your collection. It took a few years to get it where it is today and you are still not done. Each toy has its separate compartment, while your more aesthetic toys even have their own display case. The rabbit vibrator was a White Day present from Jungkook. Dark pink and soft silicone. The toy is both controlled by buttons and over its very own app. Sometimes when Jungkook is on a business trip and you have sex over a video call, you use said rabbit to get off while Jungkook is the one controlling the pattern. Obviously he knows that he can only get his very own reward if he gives you a good pattern and until now, he has never disappointed.
Jungkook closes the drawer and returns to the bed, but not before grabbing your favourite lube.
You also use the rabbit to jerk off whenever Jungkook is not in the mood for sex or you are too lazy to ask him and need simple, quick relief. And on your most favourite occasions, you use the toy to get off Jungkook, stuffing his ass with it and using its curve to torture his prostate while the smaller side presses against his balls. Jungkook shakes like crazy whenever you do that.
Jungkook places the lube bottle and toy next to you on the mattress. He touches your legs, running his palms down to your ankles.
“Ready?”
“For what?”
“That”, he says, grabs you by your ankles and pulls your legs apart.
You squeak right along with your feet as they slide over the PVC cover.
“Jungkook why?” you laugh, “oh my fucking god.”
“I’m sorry, it’s always so hot when you do it. Did you not like it?”
“I did, don’t worry, just fuck. You’re better at that than I thought you would be.”
Jungkook grins cockily, “what can I say? I’m a natural.”
“You’re a stupid noodle that’s what you are”, you say with a fond giggle.
“Yeah…I like being your stupid noodle. It makes you laugh. I love making you laugh.”
“God Kookie, you’re so cute.”
“Heh”, he lets out and places himself between your open legs. He places the rabbit on your tummy, resting his hand on the sheets next to your pussy. Then he flashes you a cute smile, “you’re pretty.”
“God Kookie, I love you so much which is why I’m gonna tell you something now. Hurry the fuck up”, you say and groan, bucking your hips up in desperation.
He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.
“It’s not fun is it?” he teases and kisses your knee, “now you know how I feel when you tease me.”
“If I knew you would use tonight as a revenge scheme I’d have said no”, you joke, making his laughter grow.
He smooches your other knee then flashes you a smile.
“I’ll get started, yeah?” he says.
“Yeah”, you stress, opening your legs further.
Despite his words, Jungkook takes his sweet time in getting the toy ready. He picks it up from your tummy and spreads lube over its silicon shaft as slowly as possible, all while his pretty doe eyes switch between the toy and your face.
“Kook…” you warn.
He looks at you and smiles, “patience. I’m almost done.”
“You’re such a tease.”
He doesn’t say anything to that. He merely smiles and connects his lubed up fingers with your pussy.
You hiss at the contact, rolling your hips into his touch. It feels like ecstasy to be touched by him. His fingers are so gentle and know exactly where to touch.
“You’re so wet”, he lulls, massaging your pussy in slow circles. First your clit and folds, then he lingers on your entrance.
“Fuck, baby”, you moan softly.
Jungkook slips his fingers inside, forcing your body to shudder in pleasure. The breach feels so good that you have to grip the ropes and arch your back. Jungkook watches it happening with his cock straining his slacks. He didn’t dare to imagine you twisting ropes like this and yet here you are, twisting the ropes because of how good he makes you feel. He swallows down the mewl threatening to escape him and instead channels his desperation into curling his fingers just right.
“That feels so good”, you sigh, rolling your head to the side, “fuck.”
“I love this so much”, he confesses with his voice trembling, “you’re so soft.”
“More.”
Jungkook smiles because you are twisting the ropes again and you don’t even notice it. He’s really got you desperate, hasn’t he? He feels his heart flutter and his tummy turn in desire. This is so sexy to him.
He slips his fingers free, even if you whine, and guides the vibrator to your pussy. Your whines stops, desperate breathing replaces them.
“Take a deep breath for me”, he orders in a soft voice, listening to the way your breath hitches in your throat. He puts gentle pressure on your pussy and slips inside.
“Jungkook”, you release your breath in a moan of his name, clenching around the toy with your fingers closing around the ropes again.
“Keep breathing, my love. Keep breathing”, Jungkook talks you through it, staring at your pussy with dilated pupils. She looks so pretty around the toy, fitting right around it. As if you were made for it. Jungkook squeezes his legs together and pushes the last two inches inside, “done. How are you?”
“Turn it on, please.”
“Did you just beg again?”
“Fuck, shut up and do it”, you throw back in a chuckle, sending him a look.
Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose up, “you’re so cute”, he says and presses the on button. The toy begins purring and humming, sending vibrations through your pussy.
“Holy shit”, your eyes roll back and fall closed, your legs open further, “Jungkook….”
“That’s it. Relax”, he speaks in whispers, moving the toy back and forth carefully, “how’s that, my love?”
“Good, really good just…move the clit part a little to the left.”
Jungkook fixes the position, “like this?”
“Yes”, you groan, rolling your hips up, “yes there. Keep that going. Jungkook, right there.”
“This makes me so hard”, he confesses in a mewl. He gets on his knees, squeezing his cock between his thighs this way. He keeps rubbing them together, finding relief that way. He knows that it’s not the most dominant position, but he can’t help himself. He loves it so much when he can serve you! He loves making you feel good, moan and shake. He loves it so much that he gets so horny that he just has to rub his cock against whatever is closest. And tonight his clothed thighs are the closest friction he can get and he chases it like a needy bunny while his hand never once messes up the rhythm of the toy.
It is not long and he has you arching your back for an orgasm. Your thighs are trembling and your fingers ache from twisting the ropes.
“Jungkook, I have to cum”, you confess in a moan, readying yourself for the amazing high with bated breath. You just know that the orgasm is going to feel like heaven. He managed to rile you up so much that it will consume your entire body. You can’t wait to have it.
In three, two…
Jungkook removes the toy from your pussy and turns it off. The fire dies down, agony replaces it.
“What the hell?” you groan, writhing in pain, “holy fuck, did you just edge me?”
Your eyes meet. While you are genuinely shocked by what just happened, Jungkook seems proud of himself.
“Yeah”, he says.
“What the fuck?”
He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.
“No seriously, what the fuck? Why would you do that?” you press out. He never edged you without your orders before. This is a fucking first and goddamn, it riles you up.
“Because I can”, he throws back and grins.
“You are. So. Mean”, you get out and drop your head, “holy shit, I wanna cum.”
Jungkook snickers, running his hands down your thighs. He pushes them apart gently and lowers himself to your pussy. He plops down on his tummy and finally connects his mouth with your heat.
You flinch at the sudden wet warmth around your pussy, tugging at the ropes so aggressively that the rings jingle.
“Jungkook”, you choke out, “Jungkook, holy fuck.”
Jungkook mewls into you, lapping at your wet pussy with his sparkly eyes gazing up at you. You taste sweet like the lube he covered you in. He licks you until the taste has faded and only the amazing taste of your pleasure coats his tongue. He loves this taste so much more than the tacky artificial sweetness of lube.
He closes his arms around your thighs and tugs you closer, slurping deliciously as he drinks your taste.
“You’re fucking amazing”, you get out, writhing in pleasure, “I’m fucking serious, you’re amazing.”
Jungkook fucks the mattress because of your praise, moaning into your pussy desperately. He runs his palms up and down your tender thighs, soothing the shakes running through them each time he runs his eager tongue over your clit. He loves those shakes so much that he wants them to run through you constantly. He focuses his licks on your clit, switching between drawing circles and flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your swollen bundle of nerves. He knows that this drives you crazy.
“This is gonna make me cum”, you confess, shaking unapologetically.
Jungkook mewls and puts more pressure on your clit. He wants you to be as close to orgasming as possible. He has to get you as needy as you can get for what he has planned next. Your clit throbs under his tongue, but he knows not to pull back yet. It often throbs when he’s going down on you, this isn’t an indicator yet. In your beginnings, Jungkook often pulled back when you began throbbing under his tongue because he thought that you would orgasm, but years and years of practice and routine taught him that this wasn’t a sign yet. You just have a very reactive clit. Especially when his mouth is involved.
Jungkook listens to the noises you make. They are currently loud and filled with desperation. Good. That means he can still continue. You get quieter, the closer you get, because you always start holding your breath when you are about to orgasm. Jungkook knows that much.
He speeds up his licks and moans into you so can feel the vibrations.
“Oh, ah-”, you twist the ropes and hold your breath.
Now.
Jungkook breaks away.
“Oh my fucking god, you didn’t just- urgh”, you groan and thrust your hips against nothing, “how did you know?”
Jungkook feels so incredibly proud right now. He knows you so well!
“Years of practice”, he says. He tries his hardest to sound dominant and confident, but his voice is shaking like crazy because of how happy he feels.
“This is the worst. Why do you know me so well?” you murmur and whine, “please Kookie, do something again.”
“No”, he says, hoping for one more beg.
“Yes?” you throw back, “please”, you add, meaning it honestly.
Jungkook giggles, “I love it when you beg”, he says. He sits up and reaches for the vibrator.
“Yes. This”, you murmur, eyeing it hungrily.
He spreads new lube on it and your pussy and pushes it back inside, turning it on.
“Yes this”, you moan, rolling your head from side to side, “this is….ah.”
Jungkook makes minimal movements with the toy. He wants it to keep pressing against your g-spot because he knows that he’s got you horny enough that this is what you need. You love it so much when he goes deep and slow whenever you’re far enough into the sex. It’s those moments where you pull him closer with your legs when you’re doing it missionary and those moments where you grind down on him when you’re riding him. Jungkook can hear it in the way your moans leave you.
“Does that feel good?” he rasps.
“It feels so good”, you moan, circling your hips as you keep chasing the pleasure.
Jungkook mewls and looks at your pussy. He just noticed that your clit isn’t getting stimulated. He quickly fixes the position of the toy, forcing your hips to thrust into the sensation.
“Holy shit”, you press out under your breath and then you begin to grow more and more silent as you hold your breath for longer and longer.
Jungkook circles the toy.
Silence. You are holding your breath.
Jungkook removes the toy.
“Noo Bunny, can’t you let Mommy cum?” you whine, writhing on the sheets.
“I’m sorry Mommy, I can’t”, Jungkook says, putting the now turned off toy on the sheets.
“Fucking hell urgh”, you groan, chasing his fleeing touch as your fingers twist the ropes.
Jungkook soothes the agony by running his hands up and down your inner thighs, placing soft kisses on your knee.
“Sorry Mommy, so sorry”, he whispers.
“No you’re not, you’re enjoying this”, you grumble.
Jungkook snickers, climbing on top of you. He places his hands on each side of your head, gazing down at you. He is arching his back. Even now when he is the one charge, he finds himself in such a fuckable posture naturally.
“Can you tell me your colour?” he asks, rocking back and forth mindlessly.
“Green, but a really edged green.”
He scrunches his nose up, giggles. You chuckle, gazing at him.
“You’re so funny”, he says, booping your nose with his finger.
You shake him off, huffing out air as you pretend to be angry. You even furrow your brows at him.
“Make me cum, you brat”, you grumble.
Jungkook snickers and kisses your forehead, “you calling me like that doesn’t work on me tonight.”
“Hmpf, you meanie”, you mumble.
“I’m sorry”, he coos and turns on your body so you have his clothed cock right above your face.
“Really?” you laugh, oggling it hungrily. It is a miracle to you how his slacks still manage to contain his cock. It is filling up his left pant leg, bulging the fabric painfully. Poor boy must be in so much pain right now. You gulp, yearning for his cock in your mouth. He must be so wet by now. You want him running down your throat and throbbing against your tongue.
“Get naked and let me suck your pretty cock”, you order.
“No”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips teasingly. He knows exactly what he is doing.
“You’re such a brat. Do as you’re told.”
“I don’t have to do anything”, he snickers cutely, “I’m in charge.”
“Wow”, you laugh and writhe, “fuck, you drive me insane.”
“I know”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips one last time. You growl and try to snatch him by lifting your head, but he moves away. Your eyes meet. He looks so full of mischief and entertainment. The giggles he lets out are indicator enough just how much he enjoys being a little brat tonight. And you can’t even be mad at him, because he is in charge and can do whatever he wants. Oh, you are crazy for this man.
“Once I’m free again, you’ll see what this gets you”, you mumble and huff out air.
“Mhm okay”, he purrs and grins. Then he turns away again. He arches his back and lowers himself to your pussy.
“Bunny”, you gasp, arching into him. This feels like heaven. His mouth is so warm and wet, his lips are so soft.
Jungkook grips your hips and tilts them up, moaning around your clit as he sucks on her needily. He moves his head as he sucks, rubbing his cute nose through your folds as best as the position allows him to.
“Yes Bunny. Fuck, that feels so good.”
He loves sixty-nining with you so much. Bear in mind, his favourite variation of the position is when he is tied up, blindfolded and plugged up while you smother him and suck his cock. This is what really gets him going, but this right now is heaven as well. You taste like lube again, but Jungkook cleans it off within a few seconds. Then your unfiltered, raw taste coats his tongue and Jungkook finds himself moaning around your clit even louder.
“Holy fuck, please don’t stop.”
Jungkook doesn’t know if he could stop again. You taste so good that he feels dizzy. He wanted to edge you with his mouth one more time and then make you cum with the vibrator, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to do that. Jealousy stings in his chest when he thinks about making you climax with a toy. He doesn’t want the toy to be the thing which sends you off. He wants to be the one making you see stars. He wants you to fall silent in bliss because of his mouth and not because of a stupid toy.
Jungkook growls into you and furrows his brows. It’s decided then. The toy won’t get your orgasm, never ever. He will make you cum with his mouth. Yes, that’s it.
“I’m close”, you get out and whimper, “please Jungkook, don’t edge me anymore.”
You aren’t aware that your begging is useless. Jungkook already made up his mind. He is going to make you cum. He growls around your clit, sucking it between his lips harshly. And he keeps it right there, suckling on it with his cock throbbing in his slacks. So good. You taste so good.
“Jungkook”, you mewl, sounding so utterly ruined, “Jungkook, you’re making me cum.”
He whimpers, dimpling your hips as he grips them harder.
“Ah”, you let out and then grow silent.
Jungkook mewls at the realisation, concentrating all of his attention on the spot which made you go silent.
“Fuck. Now”, you press out and thrust your hips up. The knot in your tummy bursts, the hottest orgasm takes a hold of you, “Jungkook”, you moan loudly, shaking uncontrollably. As much as you hate to admit it, you are glad that he edged you because this is paradise. You haven’t felt your climax as deeply as you do right now in ages. This is the kind of high which genuinely makes your toes curl and which makes your muscles go limb.
Jungkook licks you through it, keening in a high pitched voice as his head pounds in pleasure. This was the best decision ever. You feel so good when you are climaxing on his tongue. He can barely stop himself after your high died down, whimpering your name as he kisses your pussy over and over again.
“Well shit, holy shit. Fuck”, you get out in breathy pants for air. Your body refuses to move, your head is turning. You feel so goddamn fulfilled. This was incredible.
Jungkook guides his kisses up your torso, crawling off of you gradually. He grabs your face and kisses you in the unfamiliar position. With your heads facing opposite directions, he has to suck on your upper lip.
You snicker and moan. It never gets boring with him.
“Hm”, Jungkook hums and breaks the kiss with a cute smile. He runs his thumbs over your cheeks, gazing down at you.
“Did you like this?” he asks.
“I loved it.”
“Then you have to thank me.”
You lift your brows, “really?”
“Yeah”, he says in a giggle, nodding his head.
“Wow okay”, you smile fondly, “thank you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook snickers and scrunches his nose up, “you’re welcome”, he says and pulls your face into a big smooch.
Just once because then he sits up and runs his hands to your tied wrists. He opens the ropes and handcuffs, picking up your freed wrists to caress them gently.
“Does anything hurt?” he asks.
“No, nothing hurts.”
“Good”, he rolls circles into the tender inner side of your wrists, “you kept twisting the ropes”, he says and sends you a boyish grin.
“I did not”, you lie, making him snicker.
“Yes, you did. Admit it, you were really desperate.”
“Mhm yeah I was”, you admit happily, basking in the giddy giggles he lets out.
You sit up and turn around. Now you are both kneeling, facing each other. You run your hands up his thighs, waist and chest until you can cup his cheeks. Jungkook squirms because of the touch.
“You did an amazing job, Bunny”, you praise him, “I was only that desperate because I felt safe.”
“Mommy”, he whimpers, gripping your wrists, “this is everything I wanted you to feel. I’m so happy.”
“I’m happy too, my love”, you tell him and lean in to kiss his cheek, “good job, my love.”
Jungkook giggles and hugs you, swaying your bodies from side to side enthusiastically.
“Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he confesses, squeezing you gently, “and, and now I’ll take you out for dinner and, and treat you to yummy dessert.”
“Yeah? What about your cock? You’re so hard in your slacks”, you say, running your hand up and down his bulge.
“I want to go out with it”, he talks breathily because of the touch, “you can do whatever you think is right to do. In the restaurant or the car or, or wherever you think is fitting.”
You smirk, “mhm okay”, you purr, kissing his neck gently, “so I take it that order has been restored, mhm?”
He giggles and nods his head, “yes Mommy.”
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Something to Talk About | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley knew the rumors were circulating. He knew his friends were talking. But he had known you for such a long time, and you were just friends. Because if something was going to happen between the two of you, it would have happened by now. Right?
Warnings: Fluff and swearing
Length: 1900 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written for a request. And also because mak-32 said Rumor by Lee Brice would make a good fic. Check out my masterlist for more!
"Hey, Bradshaw, where's your girl?" Jake asked with a smirk. "Haven't seen Yankee all night, and it's getting late."
Bradley shot him some side eye from his stool near the pool table. "She's not my girl. And as far as I know, she went out for dinner with some guy she met at the gym."
"At the gym on base?" Nat shook her head and laughed. "You know how those Navy guys are, Rooster. They only want one thing."
Bradley rolled his eyes. "She can take care of herself."
"Hey, Payback," Nat called out. "Why do you go to the gym on base?"
"Pick up girls," Reuben replied without hesitation from the other side of the pool table.
"See?" Nat said to Bradley. "And I don't believe you when you try to tell me there's nothing going on with her. She's constantly touching you, and you get a stupid looking smile around her."
"Just friends," Bradley muttered, taking a sip of his beer. He'd known you since flight school in Pensacola. He'd been stationed with you in Norfolk and Corpus Christi. Now you and he were both back at Top Gun. If something was going to happen between the two of you, it would have happened by now. "Just good friends."
"Friends don't undress each other with their eyes," Nat said, batting her eyelashes at him while the guys laughed.
Bradley shook his head. He didn't undress you with his eyes, but it wasn't his fault that you were pretty. And you most certainly did not look at him that way. "She doesn't even date other aviators. And she once called me an adorable puppy dog of a man. Just friends."
"There she is," Jake drawled, and Bradley's head snapped around so quickly to see you heading their way. "Hey, Yankee, looking good," Jake called out.
"Shut up, Hangman," you returned as you got close, but you were smiling at them. You always seemed to be smiling, but seeing you dressed up was a real treat. Bradley was used to you wearing flight suits and khaki uniforms every day.
When Bradley stood, you walked right up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. "How was your date?" he asked quietly, trying to ignore the looks the others were giving him.
"He was so stupid, Rooster. He could barely string a sentence together. Just a dumb jock," you replied looking up at him with wide eyes. Bradley held you a little tighter; so maybe his feelings for you went just the tiniest bit past platonic.
"Aww, give the guy a chance, Yankee Doodle Dandy. Maybe he's just not used to how pretty you are. Maybe he got distracted."
You rolled your eyes at him. "You know I hate it when you call me that." But you were still smiling. "Wanna know the funniest part? He actually asked me when you and I broke up."
Bradley's brow creased. "You and I? Us?"
"Yeah!" you laughed. "Apparently there are rumors we're together. Crazy."
"Yeah... crazy," he agreed, rubbing your back through the fabric of your dress. "Why would anyone think that?" he mused out loud as you pressed your cheek against his chest. You sighed contentedly against him, and when Bradley glanced over to the pool table, he saw his friends all scrambling to pretend they weren't watching you together.
"I have no idea," you told him softly.
Bradley cleared his throat. "If this guy was no good, maybe you need to reevaluate who you're going out with, Yankee Doodle. That's like five duds in a row."
You groaned. "I hate it when you're right. I'm getting a drink," you announced. "Anyone need anything?"
Bradley watched as you and Fanboy walked away to get some drinks from Penny. But you kept glancing his way while you and Mickey talked. And maybe Bradley shouldn't be surprised that people thought you and he were together. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.
"Could the two of you possibly stand any closer together?" Nat asked, drawing Bradley's attention away from your legs in that short little dress that you had wasted on another shitty date.
He just shook his head. "Nah. She treats Mickey the same way she treats me." But Bradley was starting to have a hard time believing that.
You and Mickey were a few feet apart, and you were smiling as he was talking animatedly with his hands. But you seemed to reserve a different smile just for Bradley, one that would make his heart ache a little bit if he ever saw you give it to anyone else.
Nat laughed and patted his arm. "Yeah, okay," she said sarcastically. "I'm just saying, if you want these rumors to stop, the two of you are definitely going about it the wrong way. You look like you're already in a relationship."
A relationship. Bradley would know what the press of your lips against his felt like. He would know all about the needy sounds you made in bed. He would know how it felt to hold you all night. But he knew none of those things. Did he want to?
"Here you go." You were holding another bottle of beer out to him, nudging him in the chest with it when it took him a moment to return from his hazy thoughts of spending a lazy Sunday in bed with you.
"Thanks, Doodle Dandy," he murmured, and the soft smile that found its way to your lips had him thinking about kissing you. He cleared his throat a few times before taking a sip of the beer and sitting down on the stool. "So, was your dinner at least good? If your date was a dumb as you said, I hope you got a decent meal out of it."
And then your smile was gone as you looked into your vodka cranberry. "We got seafood, and it was delicious. And I made sure to stay and order dessert after he made a comment about my size. He said he usually doesn't date girls with big hips, but I had a cute face, so he'd make an exception."
Bradley froze, gaping at you, and when you met his eyes, you looked so vulnerable. You never looked vulnerable. You were a fast talking fighter pilot who never put up with his shit. But you were also a woman with feelings that had been hurt by some faceless asshole who Bradley would gladly pound into the ground given the opportunity.
"He's wrong, Doodle," Bradley said, reaching for you and pulling you closer. You let one hand rest on his thigh as you stood between his knees. "Well, not about your face. But the rest of it...he's dead wrong."
You shrugged and smiled at him. "Thanks, Rooster. I'll be fine. I realized he was an idiot before he even said that stuff." You sipped your drink while Bradley leaned in closer.
"I think I have a solution for your problem, Yankee Doodle." His nose was just a few inches from yours, and now you were leaning one of those decadent hips against the inside of his thigh. Your hand slid an inch further up his leg, and he had to stifle a moan.
"Which problem is that, Rooster?"
"These guys. These shitty guys keep asking you out, but you deserve a good one," he whispered, and your eyes dipped down to his lips. "One who would tell you how fucking perfect you are. You're fucking perfect, Yankee."
"Oh," you gasped softly. "Rooster?"
He smiled at your surprised expression. "Everyone already thinks we're together anyway. I mean, we can shut these rumors down, if that's what you want. Or we could keep everyone talking. You could probably get me to do anything you want, really."
"How.... hmmm," you hummed, rattling the ice in your cup and avoiding his gaze. But you weren't moving away from him. If anything you were creeping a little closer. "How would we keep everyone talking?"
Bradley stroked your chin with his thumb and tilted your face gently so your eyes met his. "I could kiss you... if you want."
You licked your lips and searched his face. "If you kissed me, would you just be feeding into the rumors?"
Bradley watched the movement of his fingers as he let them drift back along your jaw and wrap around to tease the back of your neck. "No, Dandy. I'd be feeding into this crush I have on you. Which is why I've never done it before."
Your eyes drifted closed as you tilted your head a bit, and Bradley's pulse went wild. Every alarm bell in his head was going off, warning him that he'd get his heart broken if you were only going to kiss him for fun. But he couldn't stop you, because he didn't want to.
With a soft sigh, your lips met his, and Bradley instantly knew you and he should have done this sooner. Your kiss was sweet as your lips gently explored his. He pulled you closer, his firm fingers stroking up and down the back of your neck until your palm rested on his chest. He could feel the prickle of his mustache against your skin as he nibbled gently on your bottom lip. The soft noise you made spurred him on, but now you were pulling away, meeting his eyes with that same tentative look.
Bradley could feel the cold condensation on his jeans where your glass had come to rest, but everywhere else he was so warm. He took your glass and his beer bottle in his free hand and set them down on the table behind him. "Come here, Doodle," he whispered, now tracing your cheek with his knuckles.
Your arms went around his neck, and you were pressing against him, tucked snug between his spread legs. "I hate it when you call me that," you whined softly, pressing your lips against his a little rougher this time. It took everything in Bradley not to climb off the stool and push you against the wall when your fingers found their way into this hair.
"No, you don't," he whispered, breaking the kiss to taste your neck.
"No, I don't," you agreed. When his mouth returned to yours, you parted your lips for Bradley, and he tasted you there, too. He stroked your cheek, and you peppered his lips with soft kisses before you pulled away a few inches. "I liked that."
"So did I," he agreed with a laugh. "We should do that all the time."
You nodded and kissed his cheek, and then Bradley realized all the other aviators were staring at both of you with varying looks of surprise. Except for Nat. She was smirking.
When you glanced over your shoulder to see where Bradley was looking, you waved at everyone.
"Are the rumors true then? You two are into each other?" Nat asked, casually sipping her drink.
You turned back and looked at Bradley with hopeful eyes and a grin. "Are the rumors true, Rooster?"
He wrapped his hands around your waist and nodded at the others. "Yeah. Rumors are true." Then he stood and pulled you against him, dipping his head down for another kiss while you smiled.
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this may have been in my head for a few days
but
everyone thinking simons in charge in the household and that hes the one to tell off the kids and everything but they find out that no hes the laid back parent and the head of the household is this 5 foot 8 woman who ends up keeping the boys in line and simons just there smirking at them for thinking he was the bossy one
i keep saying i love the ideas you guys have, but you all are honestly doing so good with these (keep them coming, i'll try to actually answer my inbox when i don't feel like dogwater <3)
you'd bugged and pestered and fought simon for nearly two weeks before he'd finally allowed you to invite the 141 for dinner. 'i just want to meet your other family, si,' you whispered to him one night. 'just wanna know the people who are saving your ass,' and he huffed and nudged you.
after weeks of fighting with him, the taskforce was finally allowed into his home. 'what d'ye think his missus is like?' soap nudged gaz, snickering from the backseat. they were all buckled up, as simon was driving them because he knew the way home. price had made sure they'd buckled up.
'i dunno,' gaz answered simply. 'she's gotta be a beast to be able to deal with the lieutenant,' he added. soap shrugged, gave a noncommittal noise.
'feel like l.t is the one running the house. he's got the military training, after all,' and simon had to stop himself from laughing. him? running the house? that you took care of when he was away? and the kids, who were sometimes the literal spawn of satan? it was funny. genuinely.
and as he pulled up the driveway, he watched as you came onto the front porch. a nice little sundress, one he especially loved on you, and some little kitten heels. christ, he'd have a hard time keeping away from you today.
parking the car, he opened the door and was the first one to greet you. pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, and allowing you to greet everyone. price gave you a soft handshake, thanking you for inviting them all over. soap, the bastard, pressed a kiss to the top of your hand. your eyes rolled, a little smile forming on your face.
gaz gave you a little wave, smiling softly. he was always rather quiet, but from what simon had told you he'd warm up. you invited them all in, sliding your heels off before stepping fully into the house. simon followed suit, pulling his boots off as price followed his lead.
soap, on the other hand, tried to walk on your freshly cleaned floors. you stopped sharply, staring the man down. 'if you get mud on my clean floors i will wipe it clean with you,' and he blinked at you. there was a few little giggles from upstairs, and you gave simon a little gesture upstairs.
'i can get you guys something to drink? water, maybe some whiskey?' you asked, waiting to move until gaz and soap had both taken their boots off. gaz shook his head, muttering something about being okay.
'water is fine for us, ma'am,' price spoke for him and soap. there were more little whispers and hushed whines coming from upstairs. soap peaked up the stairs, but they turned just at the top so he couldn't see what was happening.
you gestured to the living room around you. 'please, make yourselves at home. simons home is yours, afterall,' and they thanked you. simon had come back down, helping you hand waters off to the others. a few little footsteps came from upstairs, and two little girls appeared there.
'i tried to tell them that the makeup wouldn't work today, lovie,' simon whispered, just loud enough for soap to hear. he turned to see bright pink blush spread across their faces, some lipstick spread halfway to their chins. they watched you take a deep breath.
it was silent for a moment, a little smile coming from you. 'how did you get into my makeup?' and neither of them answered. 'while it is quite pretty, i'm sure our company would much rather see your pretty faces without anything,' and they stood there for a moment.
you stared at the two kids, who looked at their feet. simon stifled a little laugh as the 141 turned to look at him. 'upstairs,' you told them. 'clean that off, make yourselves presentable and come back down when you're ready,' you spoke calmly. they huffed a little, heard a hum from you and hustled on upstairs.
for some time, the group of you spoke. you'd talked about how simon had reacted in the hospital room ('christ, john, he actually passed out. full on, and the nurses just left him there,') and the group cackled.
simon had taken to helping you plenty, keeping the kids humored enough to not begin complaining, refilling drinks and helping set the table.
'sam, honey,' simon spoke up. 'please don't play with your food, if you don't want to eat it, that's okay. we should save it if not,' and she gave a little huffed whine.
'but daaaad,' she complained. 'there's nothing else to do,' and the group watched as you looked to said girl.
sam looked down at the food, dropping the fork. 'sam, apologize to your father,' and soap found himself stifling a laugh. a little girl, apologizing to the big, bad ghost? she did it, rather unhappily, but perked her voice up after you gave another look.
outside of that, dinner went quite well. the other little girl, sara, had kept to her manners. simon took to taking them to get ready for bed while you cleaned dishes with the help of soap.
'diddnae think that you'd be the one to be uptight with the kids,' he spoke softly. price and gaz were in the other room, helping to clean up the living area. 'thought it would've been simon doing all a' that,' you gave a little laugh.
shaking your head, you handed him another plate to dry. 'no, he's the cool parent. he doesn't have to take care of the kids early during school. he gets lucky, they're real bastards when they want to be,' and you gave a fond little laugh. 'love them to death, believe me, but they really take after their father,' and soap laughed with you.
christ, the 141 hadn't been expecting this at all, but it was different seeing their lieutenant be the relaxed person. it was nice, honestly. seeing him finally relax fully in the comfort of his little family.
'don't tell him i told you, but there's another on the way,' you whispered into soaps ear and he spun to look at you, surprise etched on his face.
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HOLY SHIT
I just got to reading the request you did for me
Aka Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)
And I love it so much???
Like it's so good 😭
Don't wanna bother you with another request but could you do a part 2? I'm just curious on if the reader ever succeeds or if alastor ends up getting their marriage back lmao
A/N i’m so glad you liked it!! a number of people have been asking for a part two actually so of course :) Also this is my reminder that I am not a woman in stem but an enby in classics so I get science things wrong,, i’m very sorry.
Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2 (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Nothing I can think of please correct me if I am wrong.
Word Count: 2,206
First Part: Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)
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"I can still be useful" Alastor told himself as he straightened the lapels on his jacket, "She still needs me."
Alastor leaned into the mirror, slicking his hair back just the slightest bit.
"Yes." he nodded to his reflection.
Taking a deep breath, Alastor stepped out into the hall. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Y/n had never caused anxiety to rule his being before, so why was it happening now?
Since her arrival at the hotel, she had stayed locked in her room. Two whole days had gone by and the demon avoided everyone and everything. It was not unexpected or out of the blue, she had always favored her own company above anyone else's but, Charlie was growing tense. She had asked Alastor to help bring their newest guest out of her shell, hoping their shared past would cause his attempts to be more fruitful than her own had been. For some odd reason, Alastor had agreed.
Fondness was the trouble. He was fond of Charlie, and he had always had a bit of a soft spot for Y/n. She had been his wife for christ's sake, there was no way he couldn't have fostered some sort of affection for the wildly brilliant and creative girl.
Before he really realized it, Alastor was at the door to Y/n's room. She had taped a sheet of loose leaf to the door. Keep Out had been written on it in all caps, in her familiar, messy handwriting. Alastor's smile softened slightly at the sight.
Y/n had not haunted his thoughts, had not been an obsession, since his arrival in Hell. While he had recalled her with warmth and a slight smile, even looked for her in Hell on occasion, she had mostly stayed out of his mind after his death. Alastor had had bigger things to deal with, more important occupations of his time. He had had plans. He still had plans but, everything had seemed to change the second Y/n had appeared and nearly flat out told him she didn't care about him.
Alastor was nothing if not prideful. His image, his sense of self, his power, it all played in to the idea of himself in his head. He had figured that through the years of their arrangement, the strange woman had come to harbor some sort of affection for him as he did her. He had figured she at least cared for him as a friend, that her irritation had been friendly, playful even. Clearly, he had been incorrect.
The door suddenly swung open revealing Y/n. She wore an cross expression, a lab coat, and safety goggles. Peering over her shoulder into the room, Alastor noted the way her hair was still continuing whatever she'd been working on before opening the door. He had never seen a demon with a form like hers before. It was perfectly suited, equally unusual as the soul it housed.
"I could feel you standing out here."
Alastor raised his eyebrows, bravado taking over.
"Really, my dear?" he asked, leaning on his microphone before him as if it were a cane.
"Yeah." Y/n flatly replied, lifting the goggles from their eyes and pushing them onto their forehead, "What do you want?"
"I..."
What did he want? Alastor was a man who always knew his goals, his aims. He was always working towards something, no deed without its purpose. It was only now he realized that he didn't really know what he wanted from Y/n, why he had really agreed to fulfill Charlie's request with nothing given in return. Alastor cleared his throat, banishing the complicated thought to another time.
"Charlie requested I come speak to you about your lack of participation in the hotel's group activities."
Y/n raised her eyebrows.
"And you care what I do with my time because...?"
She tilted her head slightly to the side, her hands still on either side of the doorframe, blocking him from entering the room. Alastor sighed.
"You're not going to make this an easy conversation, are you."
It was a statement, not a question, and a slight smile cracked across Y/n's tired face.
"You know me so well." she joked lightly.
Alastor was ready, preparing himself to have to force his way into the room to have this chat. He saw the way her hand on the door twitched, and prepared himself to have it slammed in his face. Much to his surprise, Y/n let go of her hold on the door and stepped to the side.
"Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come in?" she asked after a moment, her head cocked to the side in a genuine curiosity.
Alastor nearly laughed. Always so inquisitive with regards to the world around her, always trying to fill the gaps in her understanding, usually at a loss when it came to what was considered normal interaction. He stepped into the room. Y/n's hair stopped what it was doing with the test tubes in the back and closed the door for her as she turned to face him. After a look of appraisal, she seemed to decide the atmosphere for the conversation and sat down on the bed, patting the empty space beside her at Alastor's continued hesitation. He sat down and she crossed her legs, watching him intently.
"You need to stop avoiding people, and the activities. You are here to be redeemed, aren't you?"
"Oh! I see what the issue is." Y/n smiled brightly, "No, I'm not."
Alastor's brow furrowed. He had thought it odd that Y/n of all people would seek redemption but, had figured the time had simply changed her in ways he had yet to grasp.
"Then why are you here?"
The little beast called hope clawed at the inside of his stomach, gnawed on his ribs. The want was unfamiliar.
"Because I need an angel."
Alastor froze.
"You need..." he watched her in confusion, "you need an angel?"
"Yep." Y/n nodded in earnest.
She smiled up at him, evidently satisfied with herself and her response. She had always been like this. Alastor sighed.
"Why?"
"Because I need to test my virus on one, duh."
"Y/n, what are you planning."
"Same thing as always. Actually, I could use your help. Maybe this isn't all so bad, can you get me an angel? Just at the next extermination or something. I already know it works on demons, I just don't want to actually let my little baby loose without knowing it will work on the angels as well."
"Jesus, Y/n." Alastor laughed lightly, unable to not.
He shook his head in disbelief and Y/n's smile slipped from her face. She was always scheming, always wanting, always doing what it took to ensure she got what she wanted. They were so alike in that way: complete and utter disregard for the world unless it served them.
"What? Did I do something wrong? Did this hotel already work? Have the exterminations stopped?"
"No, I... you really haven't changed."
"Well, I'm taking out the afterlife now instead of the living world, but sure." Y/n crossed her arms, evidently irritated by his remark, "I'm just the same. So are you, by the way. I've heard about what you've been up to since you died."
Alastor was silent in thought for a moment before he spoke again. He looked at Y/n with a determined gaze.
"Are you asking to reinstate our deal?"
Y/n was wrong, Alastor had changed, she just didn't know it yet. The hotel had changed him, whether or not he wanted to admit it. He realized the answer to Y/n's initial question, what it was that he wanted, in that moment and there were only three things. The first was the same as it had been for the last seven years, to get rid of this damned contract he was under. The second? The second he had realized earlier, in his room when he'd been getting ready to come to Y/n, he just hadn't liked it and so, he had ignored it. Alastor wanted to be back in her good books. More importantly, for some undefinable reason, Alastor wanted her back at his side. The world, he had realized, had felt empty without her, no matter how irritating and distracting she could be. Though his motivations were muddy, figuring out the reason for the want was never the priority. The end goal was to fulfill by any means necessary. It always had been, for both of them. The third was that Alastor secretly wanted Charlie's crazy plan to work out. He wanted to protect these sinners, to protect this place they had all worked so hard to build.
There was a point of intersection to be found in two of these three things, if Y/n answered his question correctly. Taking out sinners, taking an angel, could let all hell loose on the hotel. Convincing Y/n to make a deal with him, to give Alastor her soul, well, that would be killing two birds with one stone. He would have his imperfect little companion in afterlife and he could stop her from doing any more damage to the hotel and its reputation than necessary to ensure the first thing took place.
"I suppose."
That was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. The first deal had been under her terms. Alastor had been hoodwinked into it, unable to turn it down due to the information on him she had uncovered. Now, the tables had turned. Alastor held his hand out towards her, grinning malevolently.
"How about this, let's make a new one."
"I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged after having thought it over, her hand meeting his, "Things are different, we're both dead. The old one wouldn't really work anymore."
"No, it wouldn't, would it?"
"Yeah so, you get me an angel to test this on. I start participating more in the hotel. Deal?"
"How about this." Alastor's grin widened, his antlers growing as well as his shadows ate away at the room's walls.
Y/n didn't flinch. Nothing in her expression changed save a slight twinge of intrigue as she watched him become more monstrous by the second, more all consuming.
"I help you get an angel. You stick by my side, like the old days. That would include participation in the hotel and all of Charlie's plans as it is where I work for now. A metaphorical taking of a soul rather than a heart, shall we say."
He was counting on her lack of interest in the world outside of science right now, counting on her lack of understanding of how things worked in Hell when an overlord offered a deal like this. He had chosen the words carefully, getting everything right while keeping the truth hidden.
"I'll still have time to work on my project?" she asked skeptically.
"When there is time."
Y/n smiled.
"Deal."
Green smoke wound its way out from the point their palms met. Y/n watched it, eyes wide with intrigue as it curled around them, temporarily filling the room.
"Is that what happens when deals get made in Hell?" Y/n asked as she let go of Alastor's hand.
"Only certain ones."
"Cool."
She got to her feet, snapping her goggles back over her eyes. Turning to the table, she began to fiddle with her test tubes once again. Alastor retook his normal form, watching her with a satisfied smirk. He summoned the chain, feeling the cool shadow of the mellow across his fingers. Y/n seemed not to notice as the collar formed around her neck. Alastor didn't like that, didn't like being ignored. He gave it a tug and she stumbled back a few steps, her hands flying to her throat and her hair catching the glass beaker she had nearly dropped.
Y/n noticed the chain now. It was impossible not to. As her hair set the beaker down, she turned to Alastor, eyes fixed on the glowing metal. Her gaze traced it from where she held it to his hands. Y/n looked up at him.
"What's this?" she asked, eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, "When did this get here? How..."
She trailed off and Alastor's smile grew wider still. He advanced towards her, wrapping the excess chain around the handle of his microphone. It clinked menacingly against itself, spawning a sudden deep seated dread in Y/n.
She held her place, her shoulders thrown back and feet planted firmly. Alastor couldn't tell if it was all a show or if she really was not at all scared of him in that moment. He didn't really care, it didn't matter. She stared intently up at him in defiance as Alastor came to a stop about a half a foot away.
"Well?"
"Oh my sweet, you really have no idea what you've gotten yourself in to, do you?"
It was better than he could have hoped, could have dreamed. She was entirely under his control.
"Welcome to the rest of your afterlife."
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Next Part → Till Death do us Part pt. 3
A/N I wasn't super sure how to end this off, I hope you liked it!!
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eres mía
pairing: miguel o’hara x reader
warnings: arranged marriage, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 u tap it), oral (f and m receiving), miguel calling you a slut (affectionately LOL), and just overall smut
author’s note: hi :) so this is my first time writing smut/fanfic, so it’s probably not that good lol 🫣 but anyways hope you enjoy. i got this idea from listening to ‘eres mía’ by romeo santos, i’ll leave it down below if you wanna listen 🫡
word count: 2372
"Por favor no te cases con él!" [please don't get married to him!]
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A voice you haven't heard in three months, four days, and nine hours (not that you've been counting or anything) echoed through the chapel, muffling the sounds of the wedding bells ringing. His voice. You stopped in your tracks, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the bouquet, feeling everyone's stares go from you to the man who was here to stop your wedding. You turned to meet his gaze, seeing how devastatingly handsome he looked in a black suit, his red eyes boring into yours.
The last time you'd seen Miguel O'Hara was when you had been at his apartment, breaking up with him. You'd spent the day at his apartment, going from watching 'Teresa' to cuddling on the couch. He was standing over the stove, checking that the pozole wasn't burning when you came up to him, asking to talk.
"What do you wanna talk about, chiquita hermosa?" [pretty little one]
"I think we should break up, this isn't working out for us anymore."
"Is this you or your mother talking?"
The question made you stop talking, tears collecting in your eyes as you looked down in shame. "You know what's expected of me, Miguel," you murmured, looking up at him through tear stricken eyes. "I do know what's expected of you, but that doesn't mean I agree with you marrying some stranger just because of the business boost," he said, grabbing your chin to look up at you as he wiped the tears away. "I'm sorry Mig, pero tengo que hacer lo que me piden," [but i have to do what they ask from me] you spoke up a couple seconds later, noting the way his brows furrowed as you spoke. "Espero que seas feliz, corazón. Nunca amaré a alguien como te amo a ti," [I hope you're happy, sweetheart. I'll never love anyone the way I love you] he whispered, kissing your forehead and keeping you in his embrace for just a couple seconds more.
Wedding arrangements were quickly made after you told your mother that you finally ended things with Miguel, from going to get the dress fitted to getting a venue booked for a fall wedding. You'd managed to catch a break a week before your wedding and decided to go out with your friend bar-hopping since your soon-to-be husband was out of the country again.
"So tell me again why you're planning on marrying this piece of shit if it's clear as day he's cheating on you?" your friend, Percy, asked as she took a sip from her margarita, her brows furrowed. "I mean, in his defense, we don't actually expect to fall in love y'know? plus, it's for business purposes and whatever," you tried your best to explain but the situation sounded stupid even to you. "I get that you want to make your parents happy with this marriage/business deal, but what about your own happiness? Is it really worth it to be in a loveless marriage just so your dad's happy?" she asked, her hands on top of yours as worry etched on to her features. You'd decided to change the conversation to a safer topic, because you were aware that deep down, she and Miguel were right.
And now you were here, standing in between the love of your life and the man that was pre planned for you to marry. Before you had a chance to say anything though, your mom quickly tugged you to the side, steam practically coming out of her ears. "Yo pensé que ya no estabas con ese muchacho! ¿Qué esta haciendo aquí?!" [ I thought you weren't with that boy anymore! What is he doing here?] your mom asked as she avoided the gazes from all the tias murmuring amongst themselves. "Yo no estoy con él! Yo no sé que hace aqui," [I'm not with him! I don't know what he's doing here] you tried to explain yourself as your mom paced around the hallway, shaking her head. "Do you know the amount of shame you've brought into this family with his little stunt? Your father gave you everything just for you to turn out to be a disappointment!" she screamed, standing a couple feet from you as she tugged at the roots of her hair, "Ve adentro y dile a ese bueno para nada que se vaya!" [go inside and tell that no good to leave]
You walked inside once more, walking all the way to the altar as the word 'disappointment' rang in your head. You quickly realized that even if you did this, it wouldn't give you the love that you wanted from your parents or the love that Miguel had given you once upon a time. You'd craved that love from your parents for so long, that you were willing to set yourself as a transactional token. As your fiancé decided to start reciting the vows he'd gotten off Google, you decided to speak up. "I'm sorry but I can't get married to this man. And I'm sorry to everyone for wasting your time."
You heard the mumbling that was building up in the chapel get louder as you stepped outside, full blown yelling coming from your mom. You looked over to the side, seeing Miguel sitting there with his hands in between his knees. "Hey, is this seat taken?" you asked, tapping his shoulder as he scooted over, looking at you with a smile.
"¿Qué paso, chiquita?" [what happened, little one?]
"I realized that despite all this, my parents still won't love me, so might as well chase my own happiness."
"Perdon por arruinarte la boda, pero es que no podía verte infeliz con ese tipo." [sorry for ruining your wedding, but I couldn't stand seeing you unhappy with that guy]
"I'll admit, it was kind of a big entrance, but I liked it. Thank you Miguelito, for fighting for us even if I haven't done the same."
"You're someone worth fighting for, mi cielito lindo. [pretty sweetheart] Even if your parents haven't shown you that."
"Hey Miguel?"
"¿Sí?" [yes?]
"Take me home."
Miguel carried you bridal style into the apartment you were so familiar with, dropping you carefully on the bed. "Espera te cierro los ojos que quiero intentar algo," he whispered into your ear once he placed you down, putting a blindfold on you. [hold on I'm gonna close your eyes, I want to try something] A couple seconds of Miguel humming to himself later, he took off the blindfold to reveal small candles lit around the room. "I know it's not the honeymoon you wanted but I hope it's still good," he said, rubbing the back of his head as he sat down on the bed next to you. "Esta perfecto, Miguel. Solo te necesito a ti," you reassured him, placing your hand on top of his. [it's perfect Miguel. I only need you]
He got on his knees, pulling your legs to drape over his shoulders as he kissed up your legs, his fangs gently grazing on the skin. He took his time kissing up your legs, kissing gently on your inner thighs, laughing silently as he ignored the way you squirmed to get your pussy closer to his face. He pressed a small kiss on the front of your panties, taking them off with his teeth, sliding them down your legs slowly. He tentatively licked your folds before delving in, his tongue plunging into your hole with no warning. You let out a moan, fingers flying to intertwine themselves in his hair as he continued to make out with your pussy.
Miguel sucked on your clit, circling his tongue around the bud as his finger plunged inside of you, instantly finding the spot that had you curling your toes and gripping his hair tighter. His tongue and fingers switched places a couple seconds later, his mouth exploring every inch of your spongy walls as his thumb rubbed your clit, basking in every single one of your moans. "Miguel, i'm about to-" you managed to say before you came all over his tongue, your hand limp against his hair. He sucked on your pussy, looking up at you as his mouth glistened from your juices. He leaned in, giving you a passionate kiss as he intertwined his hand in your hair.
You discarded of your wedding dress, leaving you in that white, almost angelic looking, white lacy bra and a garter, getting on your knees in front of Miguel. His claws ripped your bra apart, throwing it to the side as he bent down to take care of the garter on your legs. You kissed his tip, leaving small kisses down the shaft before you took his tip in your mouth. You started to slowly swirl your tongue around his tip, taking in his every moan and breathy gasp, his hands moving to both sides of your head. You take more of him in your mouth, looking up at him, his eyes meeting yours.
"Ay nena. [baby] Such a good little cocksucker for me," he moaned out, his hand caressing your cheek. You felt you felt your pussy clench around nothing as he praised you, calling you 'his good cocksleeve' and 'his pretty little slut'. "Let me fuck your face, princesa dulce," he told you, more as a warning than a question. [sweet princess] You stuck your tongue out flat as he started to thrust slowly into your mouth, wiping away the tears that were rolling down. "Que puta tan bonita," he moaned, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he started to slip in and out of your mouth faster. [what a pretty whore/slut] Your tongue glided across the shaft as he thrusted inside your mouth, his cum shooting deep into your throat. You stuck your tongue out after you swallowed it, watching him lean down and kiss you.
He slid inside of you slowly, feeling your walls clamp around his cock like a vice, his lips kissing your chest as he murmured sweet nothings into your skin. "You're doing so well for me, sweet girl," he whispered, sliding another deliciously painful inch inside, your hands gripping his back as he did so. He slowly retracted, trying to make the accommodation easier for you, before sliding in once more. He continued with the slow thrusts, your pussy eventually opening up to accommodate his length. He started speeding up, his hips slapping against your ass, his lips letting out small whimpers as he kissed your stomach. "Que puta tan hermosa que eres. Y solo para mi," he moaned, his lips moving to kiss your neck, his fangs digging in. [what a pretty whore you are. and just for me] "Solo para ti," you affirmed, your hips moving to meet his thrusts to the best of your ability as your hands raked down his back, marking him as yours. [just for you] You felt the all too familiar coil tightening in your lower stomach as your pussy walls tightened around his cock, your hands gripping on his shoulders. "Come for me, mi reina," he moaned, thrusting in deeply as his thumb circled around your clit, the action making you clench around him tightly before releasing. [my queen]
He flipped you over, massaging your ass before dipping a finger in your pussy, licking your juices and letting out a low moan. "Taste so good," he whispered before he slipped his cock inside you once more, his hands grabbing onto your hips. Your previous orgasm allowed him to slip in with ease, your pussy walls engulfing his cock. He started thrusting faster after he made sure that you weren't feeling too much pain, the only sounds in the room being skin slapping and your combined moaning. He lifted his hand up, slapping your ass before grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your back to his chest as he littered kisses on your shoulder. He wanted to mark himself on your body, as his way to make sure you wouldn't leave him again. He thrusted deeper, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix, watching as you writhed and moaned underneath him.
You gripped the bedsheets, your mouth in a 'o' shape as you felt your incoming orgasm, your pussy walls clamping around him like a vice. "I'm almost there," he moaned out, his hands gripping your hips tightly as his thrusts started to get sloppier. You moved your hips against his, your orgasm coming in waves as you clenched around him tightly. "Squeezing me so good, mama," his voice came out breathier than expected as he continued moving against you, his orgasm coming moments after. He pulled his softening cock out, plunging two fingers in you to stuff the cum back inside.
Miguel got up from the bed a couple minutes after you two cuddled, walking over to the bathroom and turning on the faucet. He walked over to you once more, brushing the hair out of your face as he smiled, kissing your forehead. "The bath's almost ready," he said, grabbing you up from the bed and carrying to the bathroom. He'd poured in your favorite scented bath bomb and grabbed some of the candles from the bedroom, placing them on the counter with the lights dimmed. He set you down on the bath before sitting behind you, his hands gently rubbing circles on your back.
He left small kisses on your neck as his hands moved to give your back and shoulders a small massage. "I missed you," he sighed, turning you to look at him, a look of longing on his face. "I'm sorry for everything, for picking my family over you," you whispered, a small tear drop falling, his finger wiping it off your cheek. "Lo importante es que ya estas conmigo, cariño," he whispered reassuringly, lifting your chin up to kiss you, pulling away a couple seconds later, saying, "Porque te quería preguntar ¿que si te puedes casar conmigo?" [the important thing is that you're finally with me, sweetheart/because i wanted to ask if you would marry me]
#moon-rivr#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara smut#atsv miguel#miguel smut#miguel x y/n#miguel x you#miguel o’hara x you#miguel o’hara spiderverse#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x fem!reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel o’hara x reader#spiderman atsv#spiderman smut
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I have an idea.
Mom susan and daughter are reader
How about the reader tries to introduce her husband to her mother??
Good evening my dear! I wanted to see a Susan and Alastor in-law showdown and I wrote a drabble and then some headcanons, so I hope you don't mind, but if you do just let me know and I can replace Alastor with another requested character or an oc or something,
The mother in-law
Susan & daughter reader, Alastor x female reader
Warnings!!
Cannibalism, violent elderly, implied Violence AGAINST the elderly in the headcanons mostly, Susan invading boundaries, Alastor gets insulted by Susan, Reader needs a drink, poorly drawn Cat Alastor in a suit, OOC characters, not proofread, does anyone know a replacement for Grammerly??
Alastor made the most of falling to eternal damnation, seeing it as a new opportunity,
He become an overlord, a cannibal, the feared Radio demon,
It was shocking enough to him that he had met you, and while it did take awhile and a long long friendship he did end up realizing he had feelings for you, a sweetheart of a cannibal, who worked with his dear friend Rosie and asked to court you in the gentlemenly way, with a bouquet of seven roses and a kiss on your hand, He was the happiest lil' deer in all of hell.
He'd take you dancing, you'd do something like reading or taking a nap as he did his radio broadcast, the two of you would go on walks,
It was bliss
Unfortunately or fortunately depending how you look at it, Alastor disappeared for seven years taking you with him, much to the distain of your mother.
During the time away you were wed, it was a small ceremony, only the two of you and the fucked up cat thing that looked strikingly like Alastor you adopted as your witness.
Anyways with the sudden seven year disappearance and marriage, he never got to formally meet his mother in law that you've told him so much about,
So once everything was settled and you got to visit your dear mama a couple of times, you decided to finally introduce them,
Unfortunately they already knew each other.
Oh no.
Alastor wore his best suit, he even put that evil radio cat into a suit, you wore a lovely dress that matched the aesthetics of cannibal town [Or an exact copy of Alastor's regular suit if you wanna give Susan a heart attack]
He walked arm in arm with you to the cannibal town home your mother lived in, and from the moment the door was opened there was only one thought on his mind.
Oh shit it was Susan, you were the daughter of the Ornery old bitch,
How was someone like YOU related to SUSAN??
Were you adopted? You had to be, he refused to believe that old lady had spawned you in any type of way, maybe she picked you up off the street?
Susan grabbed your hand pulling you in and looking over you, not bothering to greet the radio demon beside you,
"Where have you been I thought you died, Why are you with the guy with the shitty haircut that looks like someone went at him with a fucking hedge trimmer"
"Mama I visited you last week,"
Susan questioned immediately as you laughed nervously, barely two seconds in and she had already insulted Alastor,
you look over to Alastor who stood awkwardly in the door way, waiting to be invited in, the cursed cat in a suit standing by him also waiting to be invited in.
"And apparently you already know my Alasto-"
you were cut off swiftly by Susan squinting at Alastor
"You married the fucking embodiment of red-40?"
Alastor blinked, "Excuse me?"
"You're excused." Susan moved to shut the door in Alastor's face but was stopped by you stopping her
"Ma, please, Alastor come on in"
You said gesturing for your husband and the thing to enter, Susan scoffed mumbling about something as she turned around and sped into the kitchen.
Alastor leaned into you, hooking his arm with yours as the messed up cat clone moved around immediately crawling upon Susan's rocking chair.
"My dear it's not too late to leave and dine elsewhere''
"Alastor please, It's just one dinner with my Ma''
"Who's an ornery old-"
"ALASTOR."
It's a very very awkward dinner, Alastor tried to compliment Susan's meatloaf? He got bullied, you did step in to shut that behavior down but that didn't do much, Alastor tried to help wash the dishes after supper? Susan stood over him watching as he washed every plate and each piece of cutlery, judging him.
Susan did not fear the overlord, and you were concerned.
After dinner was finished and dessert was eaten Susan stared both you and Alastor down as you sat on her couch.
"How long have you been married?"
"Six years."
"Where are my grandchildren then?!"
You hold up the mini Alastor, it's tail wagged slowly as Susan looked upon it with a look of disapproval,
"That's a shitty looking rat, is your husband dysfunctional?"
"Ma, can you not- NO, Alastor put away the tentacles she will RIP THEM OFF-''
AND HEADCANON TIME BECAUSE I am not the best at writing action.
You poor soul.
They can't kill each other because you exist,
It's like stopping two toddlers from fighting except one's well over a century old and your married to the other one,
You're an unpaid babysitter I'm so sorry
Alastor was raised to respect woman and the elderly but he is very close to attacking Susan
He can't do much because he doesn't want to get into trouble with Rosie because attacking one of her cannibals no matter who it is, was a whole can of worms he rather not open, and also she was unfortunately your mother,
He's questioning that, like after this dinner expect him to sit you down and just start throwing questions, like how?
He liked Susan's meatloaf well enough, he could live without it though,
Susan runs into him randomly on the street? She asks if she has a grandchild yet, no? He's getting attacked with the cane and asked if he cannot perform properly Violence on the ace deer
She tries to convince you to leave him and tried introducing you to a random cannibal she pulled off the street, but she stopped after you got upset at her.
Assuming you live at the Hazbin hotel with Alastor Susan visits, she somehow got a key to the room you and Alastor shared so you could be sleeping and Susan pops in swinging her cane, dropping lore
Alastor lives in mild fear, he's changed the locks, he's put Niffty outside the door as security,
Susan always GETS IN.
You have boundaries with her but she breaks them and your working on getting her to stop,
It becomes a hotel wide situation of getting Susan to not break in
She oddly enough likes Angel dust and you use him as a distraction whenever she appears without warning,
You owe Angel several favors.
You are in debt.
Susan eventually grows a fondness for the freak grandchild, she gets clothes, dresses him up and calls him sonny,
Alastor's not the most pleased but it's better then getting asked if he suffers from certain conditions
They sometimes fight over your time, like he's taking you out on a date and Susan pops in and drags whisks you away for tea or something,
They can't do much aside from verbal Insults and glares, but they did get into a physical fight, Alastor got hit with a chair, Susan almost got eaten, Alastor sent Niffty on her and she almost got stabbed
You threatened to tell Rosie and they both stopped, thankfully
Susan keeps divorce papers on hand just in case you ever change your mind, she's not afraid to attack an overlord, this woman is down below for a reason and she is FERAL.
If she catches Alastor chompin' down on your arm he's getting whooped with a cane and the both of you are getting a full lecture on if he's doing anything he's not supposed too, and if he is, he needs to go.
Alastor is very adamant that he would never intentionally harm you apparently the BITING DOESN'T COUNT AS HARM???
Dude has a fear of becoming like his father.
They have issues but they agree on things like this,
There's eventually a group meeting about Susan breaking into the hotel and while she's welcome she needs to stop popping in at late hours of the night or at the crack of dawn,
There's a Susan security system set up now.
Susan's never going to fully approve because you'll always be that small child she found on the side of the streets long ago to her and no man, woman or whatever is going to be good enough for her little girl, but she'll put up with it, she knows that while Alastor isn't the best person it could be worse.
She eventually respects your boundaries, yay!
Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! I hope you liked whatever this was, I'm slowly working though requests! Now it's 3 am and I'm tired, goodnight! Have a cursed cat Alastor in a suit that I drew with my fingers
He looks like a tatortot
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Hey I asked for the previous yunjin fic and I have another for a male reader x her it’s like when all of them go to New York reader takes yunjin to his home town of Boston and they have dinner with his parents and after they go back to a hotel in New York and have a bath together then have fluffy sex thank you
It had been a whirlwind few weeks for LE SSERAFIM promoting their latest comeback album all across Asia with their tour ‘FLAME RISES’, And even flying around the States for their abroad schedules. Though the girls were energized seeing their international fans, the grueling schedule was starting to take its toll.
One evening after wrapping up their final work day for the week in New York City, Yunjin collapsed exhausted on one of the couches of her and her members hotel suite.
"I don't know how much more I can take, unnie," she murmured to the leader of Lesserafim,
Kim Chaewon, who patted her back in a way she hoped was soothing, even though she's just as tired, if not more.
As the two groupmates are relaxing on the couch, Yunjin's phone suddenly lit up with a text from her boyfriend Y/N, who had come to several of the group's shows to support his girl.
"Wanna get away for some R&R this weekend? My parent's want to meet you" He wrote.
Yunjin perked up at the thought of seeing Y/N and the chance to recharge. "Unnie, do you think the company would let me take a couple days off if I went with Y/N to visit his family?" She asked Chaewon with pleading puppy eyes.
to which Chaewon smiled knowingly. "I think after this week, you've earned a little break. Let me talk to the managers."
A few hours later, everything was approved. Yunjin excitedly called Y/N to share the good news and make plans to fly out to Boston together the next day to meet his parents.
On the flight, Yunjin dozed contentedly against Y/N's shoulder for the entirety of the hour long flight, already feeling some of her tiredness disappear in her boyfriend’s comforting presence.
Touching down in Boston, Y/N drove quietly as the radio played a random tune while Yunjin finished her nap a little longer. Pulling up outside his family home, Yunjin took a deep breath, suddenly nervous as she walked up to the front door,
But all her worries vanished the moment she was pulled into a warm hug by Y/N's mother,
"Welcome, welcome! It's so nice to finally meet our son's girlfriend. I've heard so much about you!" She says genuinely.
And more into the night over a much needed home-cooked meal, Yunjin charmed Y/N's parents with stories of LE SSERAFIM and her own fun from her opera days. She was touched by their warm hospitality, feeling instantly at ease.
Later, curled up on the sofa, Yunjin sighed contentedly in Y/N's arms. "Thank you for bringing me here babe. This is for real what I needed to recharge."
Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anything for you, babe."
But as the night deepened, Yunjin began to feel the effects of her long travels catching up to her. "I think it's time we turned in, what do you say?" Y/N smiled down at her tired form nestled against his chest.
"Mom set you up in the guest room, but you're welcome to bunk with me if you'd like."
Truth be told, the idea of curling up beside Y/N under cozy blankets was far more appealing than sleeping alone.
"I'd like that," Yunjin replied softly. Hand in hand they made their way upstairs, Y/N pointing out family photos, his goofy smiles and random shots along the walls before reaching the door to his childhood bedroom.
The house had a vibe that was uniquely Y/N. Football posters and vinyl's lined the walls, knickknacks all over the place on the shelves.
She smiled to see photos of the two of them mixed with pictures of his past, of him growing up, of him playing and yada yada.
Stepping inside, Yunjin ran her hand along the old, scratched wood of his desk, imagining a younger Y/N hunched over doing homework.
The bed was neatly made, with his favorite colored sheets and 3 pillows, almost inviting her to lay on it.
Y/N watched her explore with adoring eyes, always loving being able to share parts of himself with her. "It's not a lot, but it's home i guess," he says with a shrug and a chuckle.
Yunjin turned to him, cupping his face in her hands. "It tells me so much about the great man my boyfriend is. I feel like I know you even better coming here."
Leaning in, their lips met in a soft kiss filled with care, trust and understanding.
Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Yunjin moved to unpack a few items from her bag as Y/N changed into his sleep clothes.
The familiar routine of her nightly routine brought her comfort. Sliding under the covers, she sighed contentedly as Y/N's arm curled around her slim waist, drawing her close against the solid planes of his body. Their breaths and heartbeats syncing as sleep takes over them from the long journey of the day
Sunlight was filtering through the curtains when Yunjin woke up the next morning. For a moment she was disoriented, not recognizing where she was. Then the memories of the previous day flooded back mixed with a rush of gratitude and happiness.
Rolling over, she saw Y/N still sleeping peacefully beside her. His features soft and slacking in sleep, lips slightly ajar as he snored softly.
Reaching out, Yunjin gently brushed back a lock of hair from his forehead, letting her fingers linger tracing the lines of his cheekbone, the curve of his lips.
Sensing her touch, Y/N began to stir, blinking awake to smile warmly up at her. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured in a sleep-husky, velvety voice that sent a jolt through her spine.
Leaning in, their lips met in a lazy kiss conveying all the love and affection they felt.
As the kiss deepened, getting sloppier, Yunjin felt the familiar pulls of desire stirring in her abdomen.
It had been too long since they'd fucked, both of their schedules keeping them way too busy.
Y/N seemed to sense her rising horniness, as his hands began to roam with confidence over her curvy body still under the blanket and her sleep clothes.
A soft sigh escaped Yunjin's lips feeling his hands, her body arching into his on its own, wanting more contact.
Y/N took the invitation, flipping himself and her so she was under him, without breaking their kiss.
Through the fabric of her clothes, she could feel his morning wood pressing against her thigh, stirring a fresh wave of horniness in her.
Breaking the kiss breathlessly and swollen, Yunjin looked up at Y/N with lusty eyes. "Fuck me," she said, her own voice raspy.
That was all the initiative Y/N needed as he dunked in kissing her again, tongue sliding through her parted lips as his hands moved in tandem, taking her clothes off.
Yunjin shivered as the cold morning air touched her bare legs, tits and arms, nipples hardening to peaks.
She helped take his own clothes off, eager as fuck to feel his muscles against her.
At last as his boxer got tossed across the room, Yunjin wrapped her legs around his waist, while grabbing his dick and inserting it inside her dripping cunt.
Both moaning at finally joining after so long without sex, Y/N stayed still, blissed out feeling her tight, dripping hole clench his dick so snugly even after taking him a billion times.
Under him, Yunjin squirmed, impatient for him to fuck her stupid. "Please… fucking move," she begged, raking her nails down his back encouragingly.
With a hum in response, Y/N started to rock his hips in a slow, deep pace still a bit hazy having just woken up.
Lost in the feeling, they moved together lazily.
Yunjin met Y/N pump for pump, taking him fully to the hilt and clenching tighter with each thrust. The slapping of his balls hitting her ass mingled with their moans filled his small room.
Y/N began to redouble his efforts, picking up pace as his hips snap powerfully as he chased his and Yunjin's orgasm.
Reaching down, his fingers started rubbing Yunjin's clit in circles. That was all it took to break her, back arching off the mattress as jolts after jolts wracked her body.
Her walls clenching vice-like around Y/N's dick still pounding her into his mattress relentlessly, pulling his own orgasm from him with a groan.
Ropes after ropes of hot semen spurt inside her, painting Yunjin's inner walls white, as he fucked her through the aftershocks together, in a blissed out haze.
Collapsing in a sweaty, tired mess, they took a few moments to catch their breaths.
Yunjin turned her head lazily to press a kiss to Y/N's sweaty shoulder, murmuring lovey dovey shit. And him responding with a lazy dopey smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.
"That was fucking amazing. I missed being with you like this so much," Y/N mumbled sighing, as he ran his fingers up and down Yunjin's side.
She hummed in agreement, snuggling closer against his chest listening to the frantic thumps of his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. His arms encircled her holding her close.
Yunjin stretched luxuriously in the bed against his chest, enjoying the post-sex glow before reality set back in.
Glancing at Y/N beside her, having rolled off, she smiled at his messed up, lazy look. "Not a bad way to start the day, huh?" she teased, tracing idle patterns on his chest, As he chuckles.
But the spell is broken as A knock and his mom's muffled voice reminded them of breakfast waiting, "Kids, you up? Breakfast is ready whenever you are,"
Yunjin's stomach rumbled in agreement. "Food does sound good. And your Mom's cooking is no joke," she whispered to Y/N grinning,
"We'll be down in a bit, mom, thanks!" Y/N called back chuckling as he pats Yunjin's flat stomach after hearing the rumble, before rolling from the bed to begin gathering their clothes.
Over a hearty breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon and fruits, Yunjin chatted animatedly with his parents about their plans for the day.
"I was hoping to show Yunjin around some of my favorite spots, maybe catch a Sox game if the timing works out?" Y/N said with a mouthful of pancakes.
His dad grinned. "Take my car, it'll be easier than public transports with your schedule. And here, take some cash - I insist on treating my future daughter-in-law to a nice lunch out." he says passing car keys and some cash to Y/N.
Yunjin ducked her head, cheeks warming at the endearing term, far beyond grateful for the way Y/N's family welcomed her since the start of yesterday to now.
"Thank you so much for your generosity and hospitality Mr. and Mrs L/N," she said with a smile as Y/N's hand found hers under the table, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Once the breakfast came to an end, Yunjin and Y/N set off to explore the city Y/N grew up in.
Their first stop was the harbor, which was filled seagulls and fishing boats, not to mention the crowds of people.
Yunjin leaned over the railing to take it all in, breathing in the sea air, genuinely feeling the refreshment after months of being shut indoors and traveling to buildings, stadiums and back.
"It's so peaceful here," she murmured with a contented sigh.
Y/N slipped his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple. "This is nice huh? I used to come here to…. Think, relax, play, u name it." He says with a slight laugh as he tilts his head and looks at her
Turning in his arms, Yunjin smiled up at her loving boyfriend "Yeah? It really is nice.. Thank you, like really.. you know, for sharing your special places with me." She says, and the response she gets in the smile Y/N gives her more than any word he could’ve said.
And then as the time goes their next stop happens to be walking through the Boston Commons, taking in the leaves and families enjoying their afternoon.
Yunjin spotted a street performer juggling and doing tricks, laughing, she turns to Y/N,
"You'd give him a run for his money," she teased Y/N, who makes a faux hurt face, "puhlease, my juggling skills are elite, thank you very much."
As they continued on, Yunjin spotted a food truck selling crepes. "Ooh, can we try one? I'm starving." She says dramatically,
Making Y/N chuckle, "Sureee, Go pick the flavors." After paying, they stroll around, finding a bench to eat, while feeding each other bites and laughing at the mess they're making.
Yunjin savored these carefree moments away from the pressures of being an idol, the constant scrutiny and the lack of privacy, just enjoying life with the person she loved and adored.
Soon Their afternoon started winding down, with catching the last bit of a Red Sox game from the box seats courtesy of Y/N's dad's connections, and of course Yunjin’s status,
Yunjin cheered alongside the loud and roaring Boston fans, completely entertained by the atmosphere.
As the sun began to set, Y/N drove them to a hole in the wall near the waters.
Over plates of pasta, garlic bread and red wine, they talked about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and joking like a bunch of tweens.
And after finishing their food, they wandered through the Public Garden, pausing to admire the swans gliding thru the waters. Under one of the trees, with little to no people nearby,
Y/N turns to Yunjin, taking her hands in his, and softly kissing her palm.
"Thank you for coming here with me babe, for letting me share this part of myself, even though you have this insane schedule to follow, " He says with a chuckle,
“I mean it really, I love you” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing her, soft and gentle.
And as the night grew colder they finally, got back in the car and headed home, fingers laced together on top of the console as Y/N drove them back to his childhood home,
but all too soon their little weekend getaway was coming to an end, Y/N and Yunjin’s flight being at midnight to fly back to New York,
Yunjin bids a sad goodbye to Y/N's parents, promising to visit again soon. His mom hugs her tight. "You're always welcome here, sweetheart."
In the car on the way to the airport, Yunjin rests her head on Y/N's shoulder. "Thank you for the best weekend. I really needed this."
Y/N kisses the top of her head. "I'm glad. I'll miss you."
At the airport, they linger in a hug. "I booked a suite at your hotel in New York. Want to come over after we land?" Y/N asks.
Yunjin smiles. "I'd love that."
They fly back to JFK, taking an Uber straight to the hotel.
There, Y/N checks into the lavish suite as Yunjin texts her manager and her members that she'll be with Y/N for the night.
Inside the suite, Yunjin sighs. "This place is amazing." she says, as She wraps her arms around Y/N's waist from behind, resting her head against his back. "Thank you for doing this."
Y/N turns in her arms, caressing her cheek. "You deserve to relax, Want to take a bath?"
In the massive bathroom, Y/N runs warm water into the jacuzzi tub as Yunjin lights candles and dumps bath bombs into it.
They undress slowly, giving each other gentle kisses.
Once Naked, Yunjin sinks into the bubbles, leaning back against Y/N's bare chest with a relaxed hum as his arms wrap around her. "This is perfect," she murmurs.
They soak in silence, Y/N occasionally pressing kisses to Yunjin's neck and shoulders.
His hands slide lazily over her skin, rememorizing her curves.
Yunjin turns her head to meet Y/N's lips in a deep kiss.
His hands move to cup her tits, thumbs teasing her nipples until she's whimpering into his mouth.
"Y/N…" she says his name breathlessly.
She reaches back to grasp his growing dick, stroking him to his full length.
Y/N groans, biting her shoulder gently as his fingers find her clit.
She gasps at the contact, grinding into his hand and pushing back against his hard on. "Please, I need you inside me…"
Y/N lifts her wihtout a sweat out of the tub, laying her on the plush bathmat.
He settles between her thighs, kissing down her body lazily until his tongue replaces his thumb, lapping at her slcik pussy lips.
Yunjin cries out, raking her fingers through his hair to hold him against her as the tension coils tighter.
When she orgasms, her back arches off the tiles, Y/N laps up her nectar like a starving man.
Once her orgasm subsides, Y/N positions himself at her pussy.
"Look at me," he murmurs, pushing in slowly inch by inch until he's fully sheathed.
Yunjin moans at the fullness, locking eyes with Y/N's dark gaze. "You feel so good daddy," she whimpers, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Y/N sets a deep, lazy pace.
Balls slapping against her ass as their breaths mingle in between their kisses. Yunjin runs her nails down his back, urging him faster.
He hooks her leg over his shoulder for a new angle, immediately finding her g-spot inside her that makes colors burst behind her eyelids.
"There, don't stop, Y/N!" she screams,
Her walls start fluttering around him as another orgasm starts building.
Y/N pounds into her relentlessly, chasing his own release.
"cum for me," he rumbles in her ear, "Cum for daddy jen" he says shattering her with a squeaky moan,
The grip of her walls draw Y/N's orgasm from him and he spills spurts of semen inside her with a groan.
They lay on the bathmat still connected as their frantic heartbeats slow down, sharing lazy kisses.
Y/N brushes the damp hair from Yunjin's forehead. "You're so fucking pretty."
She smiles in response, scratching his cheek softly, "That was perfect, baby"
After finally getting off the floor and dressing into the plush robes, Y/N orders a feast of food from the room service - sushi, steak, pasta, sweets, champagne, you name it.
They feed each other bites between kisses, playfully stealing food from each other's plates.
Later, curled half naked on bed with the remains of their meal, Yunjin traces patterns on Y/N's chest. "I don't want this night to end," she murmurs sadly.
Y/N presses a kiss to her forehead, smirking "One more round before sleep?"
Yunjin grins, straddling his hips. She takes him in her hand, stroking his flaccid dick to its full length ,
Before sinking down slowly as they moan in unison. Bracing her hands on his chest, she sets a steady rhythm, eyes closed.
Under her, Y/N watches her ride him, his hands roam her curves, rubbing and pinching her nipples.
When he feels her walls start fluttering around him, Y/N sits up to take one nipple in his mouth.
His suckling sends Yunjin over the edge for the third time this night with a cry, walls clenching down on him.
With a pleased hum, Y/N starts bouncing her on his dick holding her hips before following her over the edge.
As his dick grows soft again, Yunjin collapses against his chest as they kiss through eachothers aftershocks.
Y/N lays down onto the pillows, Yunjin still on him as he pulls the blankets over their tired, sweaty bodies.
"I love you so much," he whispers, nuzzling her neck.
Yunjin's eyes are already shut as she sighs contentedly. "Love you too."
In each other's arms, surrounded by the mixed heady scents of their orgasms and sweat, they slip into a nice, much needed sleep.
a- honestly how the fuck do people write so many words? jesus this took me two whole weeks, well in my defense i barely got time to write each day cause of training but holy hell, this is like w/c: 3300 maybe, anyway, i hope you enjoy man and reqs are open but i doubt i'll post consecutively
#kpop smut#kpop fanfic#reader insert#idol x male reader#idol x reader#lesserafim smut#yunjin smut#male reader#kpop#kpop fanfic male reader#female idol smut#girl group smut#kpop gg smut#Yunjin#HuhYunjin#jennifer huh#huh yunjin#Yunjin smut#le sserafim#Le sserafim smut#Male reader
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okay but how does mat propose??? (like a pt. 2 follow up to the wedding cake fic)
omg omg omg a proposal request!! let it be known, i have never been engaged, BUT all my friends got engaged/married last year so i think i'm uniquely qualified (edit: this was started in 2023, you know, when this request was sent. once again, my b). (though this might just turn into my dream proposal bc i'm in love with him).
for those of you who wanna check the part 1 of the wedding cake fic, here it is!
another edit: i wrote this to distract myself from my absolute disdain at scott mayfield.
carry on.
his hands were sweating all day.
which was weird, considering it was february.
but it wasn't weird, given what he had planned. he didn't know if he wanted to scream or throw up. the idea of you becoming his wife surely made him giddy, but it was soured with the slight chance that you might say no. he was supposed to propose before the season started up again, but he was plagued with anxious thoughts.
it's not the right time.
i'm not ready yet.
or the worst one: i don't think i'm that serious about you.
which, in hindsight, wouldn't make sense considering you were already living together and have been for quite some time. you wore his jersey to games, you had conversations about starting a family, you texted his mom and sister more than he did. there was no reason for you to say no.
right?
right?
after he chickened out back in september, mat's new plan was to wait until the bye week to propose. he was going to take you on a vacation to conil de la frontera, spain. he had everything booked and ready.
but then he was drafted for the 2024 all star games.
he could see it in your eyes, you were ecstatic for him to be recognized, but when you took a week and a half off of work, you were planning on packing your bathing suit, not taking a short flight to toronto.
you bore the slight disappointment well, smiling and kissing him and hugging him tightly when he got the news. he beamed when he saw you post about it on your instagram.
he couldn't wait any longer to ask you. your reaction to a change in your vacation plans from something warm to canada in the winter solidified what he was anxious about for months.
you loved him, there as no doubt about it.
you were the most selfless human being he knew.
his teammates had been crucial in the planning process, well, at least their wives were. bo, marty, anders, brock, and clutterbuck had been chirping him since the start of the season when they noticed that your left hand was still devoid of a ring.
"what're you waiting for, barzy?" bo asked after a practice one day. "you found a good one, she'd probably wait forever for you, but why're you making her wait?"
mat shrugged at the time, too embarrassed to admit that despite being one of the best players in the league and having millions to his name, he was terrified that it still wouldn't be enough for you. not that you'd ever demanded more from him, you'd taken him as he was and cheered for him even when he was having the shittiest time of his life.
he could give you the moon and still wouldn't feel like it was enough.
so when mat finally told his teammates about his plan in toronto, they immediately communicated to the wives who were closest to you. sydney, grace, and holly took you out to get your nails done while marty, anders, bo, and mat started researching the most romantic places in toronto on anders' laptop just in case you spontaneously went through mat's search history.
the day was planned, the photographer and necessary tickets were booked, he'd propose at the evergreen brick works after texting auston matthews about cool places to visit while he was in town, (he had to clarify that he didn't care about cool bars, and was looking to bring you along).
you'd been talking nonstop on the plane ride to toronto that you didn't even notice mat was quietly stewing. everything had to be perfect.
it was the very least that you deserved.
the first day in toronto, both of you explored the city by going to coffee shops and restaurants recommended by players and their significant others. when you made it back to your hotel room, your feet were aching.
you fell face first into the bed, whining into the comforter. "my feet hurt," you groaned.
mat laughed from his position leaning against the wall. "i told you to wear better shoes," he said.
"i didn't anticipate you dragging me all over toronto today."
"well, that's what we'll be doing tomorrow too, so prepare yourself."
"mat," you whined, finally flipping over so he could see your pretty face again. you had a cute pout on your lips that he wanted to kiss away. "we're on vacation."
"and you've never been in this city before, you should get to see it." he walked over to where you were and grabbed your hands. "c'mon, let's go take a bath and then we can order room service and spend the rest of the night in bed."
you were quick to agree.
the following day was pretty mundane. but wednesday was the cause of mat's stress.
his phone lit up with texts from his teammates, his parents, liana, tito, and ethan, all wishing him a good luck. the two of you woke up early enough to go to a local cafe and grab breakfast before taking the bus to evergreen brick work.
"you okay?" you asked, placing your hand on his knee to keep it from bouncing anymore.
he thanked whatever possessed him to keep the ring box in his coat pocket on the side that wasn't pressed up against you.
"yeah," he smiled. "just ready to get there."
when the two of you hopped off the bus, you slid your hand into his almost immediately. out of habit, mat tucked you into his side, happy to just have you close. it was a little cold outside, but it was like he couldn't feel it because of your proximity.
"mat!" you tugged on his arm and pointed at one of the signs. "they have ice skating here!" you grinned widely up at him and he couldn't help but smile right back. "we should go!"
"we will," he said. "i wanna do this trail first."
you looked at him funny. "you wanna go on a walk?"
he shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to focus on the signs in front of him. "auston suggested this place."
"you're asking for a lot of suggestions from auston. it's unlike you..."
"there's no need to be suspcious, babe. i know that you wanted to be in a tropical place for vacation, that was the plan and everything, but since we're here, thought we'd make the most of it."
you scrutinized his face for a moment longer before nodding and pulling yourself closer to him.
after you secured another hot coffee to combat the cold, mat started leading you on the trail. while you were ordering, he was coordinating with the photographer to make sure she was in position.
the trail itself wasn't that long, thankfully because mat couldn't get a word out and if it was any longer, he feared you would've caught on that he was incapable of speaking.
you were still talking about work drama when you got to the lookout point. your voice was taken away by the sight of toronto in the background.
you hadn't always been the most observant person ever, you didn't even know he liked you until he told you verbatim when he couldn't take it anymore.
"oh my god, mat," you gasped. you pointed at the skyline in front of you with the hand that wasn't holding your coffee. "look how pretty it is!"
he swallowed and knelt down on one knee while your back was turned. mat took the ring box out of his jacket pocket, doing his best not to drop it despite how much his hands were shaking.
"have you ever seen anything that--" you whipped back around to look for him. he watched as confusion filled your face when you didn't see him standing behind you, but kneeling in front of you.
"oh my god," you whispered, dropping your coffee on the ground so you could cover your mouth with both hands. "mat what--"
"i love you," he said. "i love the way you squeal at every cute baby that comes across your for you page or the way you cry at the drop of a hat. i love how you celebrate everyone around you. you are the brightest thing in my life and if i quit my job tomorrow, i know my life would still be fucking amazing because i'd have you.
"i know that my schedule is hectic, and you could probably find a man better than me, who was more consistent, who wasn't going to play games or have practices on your birthday, who could take you out of the country for a vacation to somewhere warm instead of dragging you with me to an all star game. but i promise you, i will do whatever it takes to give you the best life possible if you'd let me. i wanna grow old and crinkly with you, i want our kids to have the same last name as both of us. i want to be able to point you out in crowds and tell strangers that i somehow managed to convince you to marry me.
"i have never been more terrified in my life than i am right now," he admitted. "but i have never been more certain of anything i want more in my life than you. so will you have me? will you marry me?"
in the middle of his speech, mat didn't realize when he'd started crying, didn't even notice that you were all but sobbing. he just recognized the scent of your perfume when you lunged towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth, your tears mixing with his.
"yes," you mumbled into his mouth. "oh my god, yes."
mat let out a watery laugh and managed to slip the ring on your finger even though his hands were shaking. you pulled him up to stand and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him close.
you were sniffling as he pulled you in for another kiss.
"i love you,' he whispered against your lips.
"love you more," you smiled back.
#mat barzal#mathew barzal#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal imagine#mathew barzal imagine#nhl imagine#nhl imagines#nhl blurb
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★☆✰♪♡︎ 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 B͟E͟T͟T͟E͟R͟ 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ♡︎♪✰☆★
Warning ⚠️‼️ cussing, kissing, teens in love
Miles Morales
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Miles Morales-42
(Separated)
It was around 4 p.m and you suddenly got the motivation to reorganize your closet.
While reorganizing, you found many shirts and jeans that you completely forgot about, you realized that a lot of these clothes probably were never worn by you.
But while you were taking out more clothes from your closet you came across a sweater that you totally forgot you bought.
It was (f/c) and it looked like it was one of those sweaters that hug the body once they're worn.
You really liked how it looked while you were holding it, so you thought i wouldn't be a bad idea to try it on to see if it looks as good on your figure too.
Once you wore it you faced the mirror and immediately fell in love!
You looked at yourself through different angles and poses and this sweater for real suited you beautifuly.
Then you heard an attractive whistle from where your window was, you turned around, and you were met with your boyfriend, eyeing you up and down, admiring his pretty girl/boy/baby.
With a smile you walked towards him and hugged him. He hugged you back immediately, wrapping his hands around your waist.
"Mi amor, you look so beautiful/handsome, i could kiss you" he said, a chuckle following afterwards, he couldn't get enough of you.
"Why, thanks you baby" you smiled taking a step back, looking up to see him staring, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders.
You then both moved your eyes to each others lips, your lips ending up against his big, soft ones, he hummed happily and you felt him grin against your lips.
Then you parted "the sooner you help me clean this mess, the sooner we can go on our date" you smirked as he frownd. 'Impatient as always' you thought and dragged him by the hand to where the mess on the floor was.
You guys tidied the clothes and headed to the park where he insisted on taking a hundred pictures of you with the sweater you were wearing.
It's good to know that he likes it as much as you.
You and Miles were walking when something caught your attention while crossing across a store.
There was a beautiful sweater behind the store's glass, worn by a mannequin that just complemented the sweater more.
The sweater was (f/c) and it looked like once worn it hugs the figure.
You stopped walking and so did Miles, he looked at you confused and followed what your eyes were looking at.
He grinned when he spotted the sweater, already imagining you wearing it 'they'd look so good..' he thought.
His grin grew bigger and he gently grabbed your hand and you guys walked inside the store.
"You wanna go check it out, mami?" He asked making you look at him instead, you thought for a second and nodded with a smile.
A store staff greeted you both and you asked where you could find the sweater.
She lead you to it and let you and Miles alone, you went through the different sizes and picked the one you thought suited you best.
You walked to the trying on rooms and Miles told you he would wait for you to finish.
Once you wore it you smiled loving it immediately and so you walked out of the curtain and grinned as Miles attractively whistled and smirked.
"Imma buy it for you, ma,don't give a shit about the prize, looks too good on you to not buy" he said his smirk growing wider as you smiled because of his complement.
You went back to the trying room and put on your previous shirt, walked out the curtain, and walked to your boyfriend who was waiting for you, you giggled 'he looks like a puppy' which even if he wouldn't dare to admit he honestly did, for you and you only.
You went to purchase the sweater and exited the store.
"Thank you, baby" you said, giving him a kiss on his lips "Anything for you,mi amor"
Feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes!!!
#atsv miles#across the spiderverse#miles morales#miles morales 42#atsv spoilers#astv x reader#miles morales x reader#x reader
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AM ERA! (smau)
— ALEX TURNER
arabella series
pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader
summary: some iconic and memorable moments on social media during the am era.
timeline: 2014
note: to clear up any confusion, the song arabella in this universe/series is based on a movie y/n did. + and also this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶
masterlist!
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yourinstagram she’s got a barbarella silver swimsuit … 🪽
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username THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ‼️
username doing cartwheels across the highway- 🤸♀️ why are they so attractive
username mom and dad looks so hot
breanahelders looking beautiful wifey 😙
yourinstagram got it from you <3
elizabetholsenofficial because i love waking up in the morning getting hit by visuals 😩
username lizzie is so real for that
username mother
username alex looks so fucking good i wanna jump off a cliff
username the fact that y/n didn’t know arabella was about her until a fan told her during a comic con panel will forever not be iconic
username lmao even the mcu cast was shocked that she didn’t know 😭
username had to replay that funny moment between y/n and scarlett where scar almost had a whiplash bc y/n had no idea
username our baby is so clueless it’s so cute
mileskane who’s that sexy cinnamon bun on the left? 😏
yourinstagram definitely not your man
username IM CACKLING SO LOUD
username pls y/n is so savage i love her
mileskane and you’re claiming him as your man?
username ohh dramaaaaa
yourinstagram and what if i did? 👀
username GASP- does this mean that alex and y/n are dating?!!!
mileskane it’s okay luv it’s just a phase it will go away ❤️
username hahaahahahahah miles
username i’m crying this is too funny
katiee_cook_ this comment section is so funny me and jamie are dying from laughter
yourinstagram mileskane unfortunately it is not just a phase 🥲
username wait y/n does this mean you and al are together?!! hello??
username girl you can’t just leave us hanging like that 😭😭 we NEED TO KNOW
username wait so arabella is actually about her?
yourbestfriend those of you who haven’t watched arabella clearly shows
username fr the song doesn’t even make sense if you haven’t watched the movie
username CAN SOMEONE PLS CONFIRM IF THEY’RE DATING??
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enews to answer the question on y/n’s famous instagram post… the answer is YES! (📷: unknown)
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username IM CRYING HAPPY TEARS FINALLY
username idk if i wanna be him or be with her
yourbestfriend same
username y/bsf/n is so real for this
username they look so happy
username mileskane has been real quiet ever since enews posted
username i’m fine (i’m not)
username now who leaked these pictures of me and my man? 🤫
yourinstagram first miles and now i have to fight my way through fans 😭 this is a battle
mileskane yeah username get in line 🙄
username speaking of the devil… hi miles!!
username and he has arrived!!
username good luck dealing with seventeen year old girlies who want you dead 🥲
username bro what is marvel doing here liking this post i’m cackling
marvel don’t blame us we were just as curious as you folks 🙈
username alex could do better than this pretentious hollywood whore
username who are you calling a whore???!
yourbestfriend say that again i dare you bitch
breanahelders if you don’t have anything nice to say then keep it to yourself.
officialelizabetholsen jealousy doesn’t suit you honey. keep that energy elsewhere and let us celebrate this beautiful couple ✨
mileskane yourinstagram do i need to kill someone? just say the word love
username username the gang coming at your bitch
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yourinstagram okay… this is the last one i promise 🤭
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username THE HAND REPLACEMENT ALEX
username bi panic
katiee_cook_ obsessed 😍
yourinstagram with you 😙
username the way this music video has a chokehold on me-
youtube the visuals, artistry, lyrics, aesthetics, cinematography is just *chef kiss* ✨✨✨
username even youtube is speaking facts
officialelizabetholsen gorgeous gorgeous 💗 we miss you on set, babe!
yourinstagram miss you more, bug!! 🎀
username a match made in heaven
mileskane we get it you guys are couple goals 🙄
matthelders here we go again 🤦🏻
yourinstagram do i complain when you get to have him all by yourself on stage?
mileskane that doesn’t count!
yourinstagram you’re such a drama queen
username their dynamic i love them sm
username miles and y/n fighting over alex is so real bc same
username yourinstagram how does it feel to be a rockstar’s gf 😩 how does it feel to live our dream
yourinstagram it feels amazing 🙈💗
#alex turner masterlist#alex turner angst#alex turner fluff#alex turner fic rec#alex turner x reader#alex turner imagines#captainwans navigation#alex turner one shot#alex turner fic#alex turner imagine#alex turner fanfic#alex turner#arctic monkeys x reader#arctic monkeys masterlist#arctic monkeys#alex turner x fem! reader#alex turner social media au
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Doudou (Part 4, Lando’s ending)
Pairing : Lando Norris x reader
Theme : Angst / Fluff
The length difference between Lando’s and Charles’s was because Charles’s was reader’s first love so there was a lot to cover though I cut it short and made it more simple meanwhile Lando’s feelings for reader was hidden so there wasn’t much to explain.
Here’s to more upcoming angst series! 🤎
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“Do you need my help?”
You had just clocked out from work and had to bring a few files with you back home because apparently, your workload today wouldn’t clock out with you. The files were heavy, not that you couldn’t carry it but things like opening the car door became a problem to you.
“Lando! Why are you here?”
“I was stalking you.” You passed the files to him as he got closer and he picked it up with no struggle, not a surprise.
“Yeah, right.”
“I was on my way home and saw a pretty girl struggling so as a gentleman myself, I came to offer a help.” He clarified and opened the door to allow you to walk in before him.
Lando and you had been spending more time together.
More than you met Charles this month.
It was weird because you never thought you could be yourself with anyone else other than Charles. It was weird in some kind of way that you didn’t know how to explain. With Charles, everything felt like a comfort. You felt like spending time with your person. You found contentment with him. With Lando, it felt like spending time with someone who filled in those empty gaps. It’s different, but not the kind of different that would put you in an uncomfortable position but different in terms of having two different colours coinciding with each other but still compliment both sides, like a rainbow.
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“You can put it here!”
Charles placed the small decorative trees that he had helped you picked earlier along the counter. You had told him that you needed a few more things because your kitchen looked so empty and he had offered to accompany you to look for it on your off day.
“It looks good! It kinda match with the paint, isn’t it?” You exclaimed.
“We spent almost 2 hours in the shop, doudou. I would be really disappointed if you didn’t end up liking them.” He wanted to hug you, he would have hugged you but you weren’t his so he just ended up patting your head. “I didn’t know you liked Lego?”
“Lego?”
“That one.” He pointed at the box of Lego across the room.
“Ah, that was Lando’s idea. I promised to help him with it.” You chuckled.
“Lando came here?”
“Yeah, a few times.”
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Charles had invited you to attend a charity event held by one of the official organisers under FiA and you hadn’t been to parties for a while so you accepted his invite.
Lando was there too. He looked good in his suit. You had always seen him in his daily outfits but you never thought seeing him in his suit would possibly made him look even better.
Charles and Lando were one of the main people for the charity events so they were somewhere in the spotlight doing what famous people usually do and you prefer to be somewhere in the corner doing your own matter. You were just here for the vibe, to end your weekend in a better way than movie night but your migraine never fail to ruin your plan.
The flash, the neon lights, the voices of people engaging in conversations overlap with the sound of the loud music. Everything around you made your head throbbed even more you felt like you were gonna throw up any second even when you didn’t even touch any drink. The barista kept on offering you a glass even when you said no which made you wanna punch him in the face. You would had done it if it wasn’t for assault receipt that came after.
You wanted to go home. You needed to go home. So you tried to walk past the strangers to find one person, the only person that you needed right now.
Lando.
You didn’t know why but he was the only person that came to your mind and you wanted him to take you home.
“Doudou, are you alright?” Charles had found you first and he looked concern when you looked up to him with teary eyes. “Is it your migraine? I can take you ho—“
“Can you get Lando for me?”
“What?”
“Please , can you get Lando for me. I wanna go home.”
Charles’s ears started ringing. He didn’t, no, he couldn’t bring himself to say any words. For years, you would always look for him whenever you had any problems. It was always him. But you didn’t call out for his name anymore, you called out for Lando.
Even when he was in front of you.
“Y/N? Hey, what’s wrong?” Lando came amidst of everything and immediately went in front of you.
“Can you take me home?”
“Yeah, of course.” He immediately went to your side and pulled you close by your waist. “I’ll take her from here, mate.”
Charles remained silent and took a step back to give space for Lando as he stood there and watched you in someone else’s arms.
He knew he had lost you that night.
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“Stay still, Y/N. You’re gonna be the death of me. I almost poke you in the eye!” Lando heaved a sigh and tilted your head to the side to rub the makeup remover wipes on your cheeks.
“My head hurts.”
“I know, I know but we need to do this first. You told me you’ll get a pimple if you don’t remove it properly.” He gently held your face and took a new makeup wipe to wipe off the eyeliner. “Why do you even wear this much makeup? You tryna impress someone?”
“Excuse you?! Who do men think they are? Do you think girls sit in front of the mirror for hours just to impress the men?” You glared at him and snatched the makeup wipe from him. The audacity for men to assume such thing for women made you forget about your migraine for a second.
“Okay, okay. I was just asking there’s no need to get mad, pretty. Was it fun?”
“What fun?” You didn’t even turn around to look at him and tried to get every bits of the glitter on your eyes.
“Putting on your makeup. Was it fun?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ears and locked his gaze on your reflection.
“Yeah. Lia and I used to sit in front of the mirror for hours to do our makeup and we talk about boys, the mean girls, the celebrities. Funny thing was, we didn’t even go anywhere. We just took a few pictures and then washed it off.”
“Did you sit in front of the mirror for hours too for your first date?
“I think so.” You bit on your lips trying to remember about all the details during your first date with Charles. “My first date was a while ago I don’t really remember how long it took for my 17 years old self to get ready for a date.”
“How long would it took for you to get ready for your first date with me?” Lando turned his body around to lean his hips against the bathroom cabinets and bended down to catch your eyes.
“What?”
“I’m asking you out on a date. A proper one. Would you say yes? Not that I’m accepting any other answers.” He shrugged his shoulders, acting all ordinary as if he didn’t just asked you the question.
“Lando, be serious!”
“I am serious! Or you want me to ask you out in a formal way?” He stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Would you, Y/N, would like to give me a chance to take you out on a date? Please?”
“Yeah, sure.” You blushed and smiled shyly at him like a foolish teenage girl. “Just one date?”
“Oh, we gonna make it to 100 dates in no time, pretty. We got a lot of time in our hands.” He sneaked his arm on your waist to pull you close before planting a peck on your nose. “Let’s wash your face and we treat this migraine of yours. Ratatouille again?”
“I could never say to to Ratatouille.”
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You had spoken to Charles on the phone, asking him to meet up as you had something to tell him but he refused. He told you that the new season is starting soon so he didn’t really have much time.
“If you were going to tell me about your answer, I think I already know.” You heard him said on them phone.
“But how?”
“I knew there was something going on between you and Lando when I saw the Lego box. And what happened during charity event last week kinda gave me the answers to every questions I had in mind.”
“I’m sorry…” It broke your heart to hear the way his voice crack.
“Don’t be sorry. As long as you are happy with him, that’s all that matters.”
“Charles, can you promise me one thing?” You could feel a few tears slipped off your cheeks which you didn’t bother to wipe it off.
“What is it, doudou?”
“Promise me to never blame yourself in this matter. It was never your fault. Maybe our chapter was meant to end regardless whatever happened to us that night. I will always, always be so grateful to have met you in my life. There was a never a splash of regret. I would have gone through the same path again again if I was given a chance.”
“Thank you for being with me since the very beginning. I don’t think I could ever be in F1 if it wasn’t because of you. I love you and I will always love you, doudou. I don’t think my heart will ever stop racing when your name gets mentioned in my presence. You will stain my heart forever. The world, my world feels like its collapsing but I’ll eventually rebuild myself. Thank you for everything, doudou. Can I still call you that, though?”
“Of course, silly.”
Charles was actuallt at his apartment when you called and he turned down your offer to meet up because he didn’t know if he was strong enough to look at you in the eyes and see the love you had for him is gone. He thought perhaps it was easier for him to hear your voice on the voice.
But deep down he knew was never prepared to lose you, be it happened in front of him or through a phone call.
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Happy Halloween
Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader
Summary: You and Jenna attend your sister Emma Myers' halloween party to try and boost your social confidence.
Words: 2400
TW: Sexual Harassment.
Set in the same timeline as "Confessions"
Jenna POV
October has finally rolled around, tis halloween season; my favourite season. Y/N and I are going to a Halloween party that his twin, Emma Myers, is hosting.
Not only is this Y/Ns first Halloween party, but it's his first party in general. I told him that he didn't have to go if he didn't want to, but he insisted. He's been trying to improve his social abilities for the last year and he believes that going to this party might help him gain that much needed boost I'm confidence. I'm so proud of him for trying.
We've decided that we're gonna be dressed as superheroes this year; his choice. Normally I'd go for something much more "macabre", but it's his first Halloween with me so I let him choose the theme of our costumes.
Originally we were going to go as Wednesday and Xavier, though we decided against it as, one: it was unoriginal and two: it hadn't been announced that Y/N was replacing Percy as Xavier for Wednesday Season two, so we wanted to keep it on the down low.
I'm going as a female version of Spider-Man, we'll I guess it would be "Spider-Women" in my case. It's a generic choice I know, but who doesn't like anything Spider-Man related, especially after that masterpiece of a movie "Across The Spider-verse." My costume is a rwd and blue Spidey suit; classic style.
Y/N however, he chose an outfit that I dunno if it constitutes as a "superhero" costume. Mainly because that this character is downright evil. He is going as one of the best TV villains ever: Homelander.
Jack Quaid, who worked on The Boys and scream 5 with me, managed to get in contact with the producers and procured one of the costumes they used for Antony Starr. It pays being a celebrity sometimes. The suit was a perfect fit for Y/N, he absolutely loves The Boys, so you imagine how happy he was when Jack managed to source this suit for us.
Dying his hair to match Homelander's was a bit nerve wracking for him as he'd never dyed his hair before, but I eventually convinced him after a while and he definitely looks the part.
The party is going hold around 50 people, all at the Myers' house. Atleast the party is at a familer location making it easier for Y/N. Though, I admit I'm still a little nervous that he'll become to overstimulated from all the music, lights and people. I take pride in making sure that everything is adjusted for Y/N comfort and accessibility, but this is completely out of my hands and I hate that.
He assures me that he'll be fine, that he can manage on his own and that he'll be fine if anything goes wrong. Still, I can't help but worry about him, he is my everything after all. I do get a bit motherly over Y/N sometimes.
- 3 hours later - Myers Residence.
We just pulled up the Myers House. Many different coloured lights gleamed put the windows, loud music invaded our ear drums even from inside the car. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all" Y/N said nervously; the kind of of nervous you'd hear from someone when they know something bads going to happen.
"Do you wanna go back home, bubs?" He looked at me, then back at the house, contemplating his choices. "Honey, I won't be mad if you wanna go back home, we both knew that this would be difficult for you. There's no shame in wanting to go home, baby." I said with a smile to let him know my words are genuine.
"I wanna go in" He finally said.
"Are you sure?" I said, needing firm confirmation that he wanted this. He nodded and I smiled. "I'll be right beside you, if at any point you get uncomfortable, you tell me right away." He nodded again and we made our way to the front door, the sound of loud music increasing with each step we take.
Pumpkins lit with candles were displayed on the door step, clearly Emma has a talent for carving pumpkins I see. Y/N walks behind, I can practically feel his eyes staring at my ass. I turn around and he immediately turns his head, making me smile widely.
"Were you staring at my ass, Y/N L/N?" He didn't answer me and kept his eyes to the ground, confirming my suspicions. I kiss him on the lips "It's okay, I don't mind" He smiles and reaches for the doorbell.
Y/N rang the doorbell with an unsteady hand, his foot nervously bouncing up and down against the pavement as we wait for someone to answer the door. The door eventually swings open revealing Emma. She's dressed as Enid in her black cat outfit.
"Oh my god, Y/N, you're here!" She says pulling him into a tight death grip of a hug. He laughs while returning the hug with an equal amount of pressure.
"Good to see you too, sis. I should've known you would've went as Enid for Halloween" he says playfully, she nudges his arm in response at his cheeky little comment.
She turns to me and gives me a bug hug. It's been a while since I've seen her, so it was nice to catch up after all this time. "Your costumes look amazing guys, that Homelander suit looks so authentic!" Little did Emma know, it was very authentic.
She leads inside to the living room, the sound of music was turned down a bit now that Y/N was here much to some peoples dismay, but no one objected, at least not verbally anyway.
"How's your Halloween going so far sis?" Y/N asked his sister.
"Oh it's going great dude, we have a lot of candy for all the trick or treaters that knock kn our door." She takes a seat on the couch in the living and so do we, my hand interlocks with Y/N to keep him close.
"I'm surprised you came here, Y/N/N. I know you don't like the party scene all that much. I'm proud ofnyou for coming though, bro." She says pridefully, bunping her fist against his shoulder affectionately. He smiles at her, besides me and his parents, Emma is his number one supporter.
Suddenly a girl appears out of nowhere, intruding on our conversation. "Oh my god! Jenna Ortega!" At first I thought it was only an innocent fan wanting a picture so I spoke to her at first.
"Hi there, very nice to meet you" I say politely.
She looks over to Y/N with a smirk and a lick on the lips. "Well hi there handsome, nice costume" she says with a sultry tone. "Wanna ditch this party, I know a place where we can hang out, if you know what I mean" she says with a wink, she actually winked.
Y/N looked back at me looking extremely uncomfortable, his eyes just screamed "help me, Jenna." His grip on my hand tightened, indicating his stress and anxiety.
Before Y/N could so anything I set her straight. She went to touch him but grabbed her wrist tightly, earning a squeal from the bitch "He doesnt want to go anywhere with you, he's with me. I think you should go"
she leaves with a pout etched onto her bitchy face. "I'm not no expert on social interaction, but I'm 100% sure that she was flirting with me" he says, still shocked from what happened.
Emma spoke up "You okay, Y/N?"
He nods, still clearly uncomfortable with what just went down. I hug him tightly, keeping my arms securely around him. "I'm sorry she did that, bubs. I promise I won't let that happen again." He nodded at my words, my hands working my way under his cape to rub his back. Something tells me that bitch will make another move.
-2 hours later
The party is a lot more lively than we first got here, around 55 people for sure. I haven't had any alcohol since I didn't wanna get drunk, I've gotta drive home. I've been talking with Emma's friends, getting to know them a little.
Y/N sat next to me, though he struggled to talk with them and kept silent more often then not. He tapped my shoulder "I'm gonna go get a drink, I'll be back in a minute." I nodded, though admittedly I kinda wanted to go with him, but he's his own person and can handle himself. Like I said, I can't help but worry about him.
I keep my eye on him from afar, just in case anything were to happen. "So what's been going on with you and Y/N then, Jenna. Has my brother been behaving himself?" She jokes
I laugh and respond to her "He's great; both of us are. He's been trying to improve on his social skills lately, he thought coming here would help with that" I say, eyes quickly glancing to Y/N every once and awhile. I turned back to Emma and continued "Though, I think he's been struggling tonight, lots of people new people, not to mention all the lights and music."
Emma sighs, knowing her brother's struggles with socialising. "It'll take time to build his confidence. It seems like everytime he makes progress there's always something bad that happens, like what happened with Percy." Emma says that part with disgust.
I look over to Y/N who's still choosing what drink he wants, he's very indecisive, like me. "You're staring, Jenna" Emma catches me staring at him. I point my gaze back to her.
"Sorry I'm just worried about him, y'know." She nods at my words.
"Yeah I get it. I worry about him all the time." She admits with a sigh.
Suddenly I hear Y/N start to plead for someone to leave him alone. "Hey please leave me alone! I have a girlfriend!" He shouts, the girl from earlier had come back to harass.
"She doesn't deserve you, baby. Let me show you a good time" he shakes his head erratically, he looks like he's about to go into shock. I make my way over to save him from this psycho bitch.
She suddenly starts kissing him, causing him to whimper from disgust. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her off immediately out of pure desperation. "LOOK LADY I DONT WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" All eyes were on them, his hands shook violently.
He looked at me, desperately wanting escape this situation. I dragged the girl up off the floor by her hair and slammed against the fridge. "You ever sexually harass my Y/N again, you're fucking dead" she nods and runs out the front door. Emma hugs Y/N, who's still a bit shaky after all that.
"You okay, baby boy?" I ask worriedly, cupping his cheek at the time. He nodded while releasing his grip on Emma and began wrapping me in a hug. There were no tears, he was still in shock from the whole thing his eyes were erratically darting across the room, noticing all the people that watched waht had happened.
He needs a quiet space "Emma is there a place where Y/N can calm down?"
"His old room is upstairs, that's his quiet place" I immediately take him upstairs, pushing past all the people who were in the way.
I opened the door to his room and sat him on the bed, still holding tightly in my arms. His frame was shaky but his breathing was less erratic now that he had less people watching him. Only a few sniffles were let out. "It's okay, baby boy. She's gone now."
"I didn't mean to, Jenna! She just kissed me without consent! I didn't kiss back I swear!" He pleads with me.
"Shh shh I'm not mad. I know it's not you're fault, she should never have done that. I'm so so sorry baby." I keep his head tucked into my shoulder.
I really don't think he should be at a party right now. He was just sexually harassed and is extremely stressed, far too stressed to socialise with anyone right now.
"Baby let's go home. You're way too stressed right now. We'll have our own little party, just me and you. We'll watch a couple scary movies together, make some popcorn and eat lots of candy. Whaddya say, sweetheart?" He nods and takes my hand.
We head back downstairs to tell Emma we're leaving. She's in the kitchen talking with her parents on the phone, absolutely fuming at what had just happened. I go up to her "Hey Emma we're gonna go. Y/N is really stressed out right now."
"That's okay, Jenna. Y/N I'm sorry this happened. If you ever need to talk to me, just call. Okay?" He nods at her comforting words and pulls her into a gentle embrace. "I love you both. Drive safe." We nod and head out the house.
- 45 minutes later
Me and Y/N are sitting on the couch, out costumes off and into our pyjamas. We've got popcorn, candy, chips and other snacks at the ready for our horror movie marathon, starting with "Candyman" then after that "Halloween".
Y/N moves his head to my chest. My hand made its way through his hair. "Thanks for getting me out of there, Jenna. Any longer and I think I may of had a nervous breakdown." He chuckles.
"It's alright baby. You're safe now and we're gonna have lots of fun. Just you and me." He smiles, eyes staring at my lips. I lean forward and kiss him tenderly and gently, my hand cupping his cheek as I did.
It was definitely worth leaving that party. The time I get to spend with him is better than any party.
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Be There For You
Pairing: Jaemin X Reader
Genre: Smut, PWP (let's be real for a second... just the 1st P) Doctor Jaemin, Public(ish), Good Ending (an ai good ending.) (i know nothing about medicine this is all fiction)
Warnings: Mind break (honestly, not that bad imo)
Word Count: 2k
“Come on, I know you need the money! Just think about it!” Your friend slammed the stack of papers in front of you as you sat at the dining table. “It’s just an experiment, how bad could it be?”
“That’s the problem! Those things are always too good to be true.” You looked at the first page, reading “Sleep Clinical Trial 6.4”. “Like, what if they do something weird to me?”
“They won’t! They’re a legit pharmaceutical company! They give you medication, you sleep for a bit, and then you get like, 500 dollars! It’s not that big of a deal.” She sighed, her hands on her hips. “I did the 6.2 experiment, trust me, I know these guys!”
“Ugh…” You groaned. “Is this a pyramid scheme or something? Why are you vouching so hard for them?”
“Listen, I don’t wanna be that person, but you haven’t paid rent in 2 months. I love you, but I can’t let you keep eating and sleeping here for free. If you’re not gonna get a job, you can either do this, or get out.”
You sighed. “I’ll go. I don’t promise anything, but I’ll at least hear them out.”
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The next day, you made your way into the trial clinic on the address your friend gave you.
“Hello! How can I help you?” The receptionist, wearing a “Jeno” name tag, asked you.
“Um, hi, I’m here to participate in the sleep clinical trial.” You told him, already nervous and fidgeting.
“Oh, dear…” He clicked his tongue. “Honey, that was yesterday…”
“Fuck! I’m sorry…” You nearly bolted out the door.
“Wait! Miss!” Another man called after you. “If you’re willing to, I’m testing something else out right now, I’ll pay you $2000!”
You spun around. “What is it?”
He handed you a clipboard, with some papers attached. “Let me take you into my office.”
He dragged you into his office, the grandeur of it shocking you. Rows of bookshelves, giant velvet seats, and an oak wood desk that sat in the middle of the room, a leather chair in front of it. You focused your attention back to the doctor, who was wearing a suit with a lab coat over it, his hair an ash blue color, his glasses resting down his nose.
“Let me introduce myself, I’m Na Jaemin, MD. I’m testing a medicine right now, it’s a female hormone regulator.” You shook his hand as you sat on the leather seat, him sitting across from you.
You flipped through the papers. “What do I have to do for this, exactly?”
You read the first page. “Project E 1.0”
The subject will be given a shot containing an unlabelled test medication.
Effects may vary, but it will be used to treat PCOS and other hormone irregularities.
“You just have to take a shot, and I’ll do the rest. I’ll take your blood work, weight, physical changes… It’s supposed to be all good… hair growth, regulates your cholesterol, and makes your breasts bigger.”
“What are the possible side effects?” You asked.
“Hormones can cause a large amount of side effects, like birth control. Although, I must warn you that you are the first person to be administered this drug, which is why the pay is so good. There may be side effects we are unaware of.”
“...So basically you have no idea.” You rolled your eyes.
“Yes, but I’ll be here for you the whole time.”
You nodded. "I'll do it." After all, it seemed more good than bad, and $2000…
"You'll be taking a shot every 2 weeks, which I'll administer, then I'll have you report any changes in your mood, body, etcetera. Sign here, and then we can start!" Jaemin pointed to the last page of the stack he’d given you.
You quickly signed your sanity to Na Jaemin, MD.
~
You quickly realized the bad outweighed the good. Sure, your hair was healthier than it had ever been, your skin was glowing, your breasts grew…
But your back hurts from the weight gain and you’ve never been so horny in your life.
You were sweating, your vibrator overheating, and your cunt was drenched from the constant need of relief.
Your phone shined brightly in the dark of your bedroom. 2 weeks had passed. You needed to see your doctor again.
~
You were put together enough to make the average person think you were okay, but Jaemin could see through you, the pained look in your eyes familiar to him after working in the medical field for years. Mini skirt barely hiding the fact your juices were pouring down your legs, wishing you wore jeans, but you didn’t even have the strength to slide a pair up.
"So, I take it that the past two weeks haven't been the best?" Jaemin's pen clicked to the tempo of the clock ticking.
"No…" You rubbed your thighs together, your sweat sticking to the leather chair. You could practically feel yourself soaking the leather, still so wet, so needy. “I’ve… had a raised libido, I guess.” Your throat was dry, swallowing.
"Have you tried masturbating?" His words filled you with dread, not knowing if he fully understood.
"Everyday… Multiple times everyday. I haven't been able to sleep properly because of it…" You felt sticky, hot. You could practically smell Jaemin, the scent of his cologne, his musk, glancing at the way his hands moved as he wrote, the veins traveling up his arms. You nearly started drooling, noticing he didn’t have a ring on his finger, imagining his fingers inside you. You shook your head, knowing you couldn’t do this to yourself.
Jaemin kissed his teeth, the pop echoing in your ears. "Is a partner not an option?"
"No, I'm single… Can I go to the bathroom?" You were throbbing, practically able to feel the blood rushing to your clit, your panties rubbing against it too much to handle. You nearly toppled over as you stood up, dizzy, your legs too weak from needing to cum more than anything.
Jaemin stood up then helped you stand up. "Are you okay?" His arm on your waist, the scent of his cologne overwhelming you.
"Is… too much." You whimpered. "Need to cum right now."
Jaemin rushed you into a sterile, brightly lit patient room. He started laying you down onto the small, leather bed covered in a disposable sheet, then shutting and locking the door. "How long has this been going on?"
Tears ran down your face. "Since I took it…"
"Why hasn't it worn off?" He grumbled to himself, pacing around the room. "It's been 2 weeks, it should be out of your system…"
"It hurts…" You cried out.
"Oh, right… Fuck, you should've called me when it started! What should I do?" He touched your cheek, wiping your tears away, the chill of his hand shocking you.
"Make me cum." You cried out, your body burning up. "Doctor, make me cum…"
As he thought to himself, Jaemin thought about how he couldn't fuck a patient, how he was a professional, how he could probably give you a pain medication to make it stop. But then seeing you in agony made him reconsider the fact that he was the one who did this to you, that he was responsible… Then he realized how hard he was from listening to your cries and how much he wanted to help you cum.
Jaemin spread your legs open, sliding your panties off as they stuck to your cunt, soaked. "So wet, cute…" He muttered to himself. His hands grabbed your thighs, squeezing onto them to stabilize himself as he bent down to eat you out.
Licking up your wetness, Jaemin sucked on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue.
"Cumming!" You cried out, your back arching, hips grinding against Jaemin's tongue.
Your pretty, high pitched whines were enough to make Jaemin risk losing his job.
As Jaemin pulled away, he licked his lips and swallowed the taste of you. "Do you feel better?"
"A little…" You mumbled, sitting up, still dizzy, but less stressed.
Jaemin lowered the hospital bed using the remote on the end of the bed. "Bend over the bed."
“Doctor-” You stood up.
“Call me Jaemin, please.” Jaemin took your hand, spinning you around, then pressing his hand against your back, bending you over, his hand trailing up to the back of your head, pushing your cheek against the leather cushion. Your hands outstretched in front of you, gripping onto the paper-wrapped pillow.
“Jaemin…” You moaned, your voice only a little louder than a whisper, listening to the sounds of Jaemin removing his belt and unzipping his slacks.
His hand slid cupped your ass, watching you squirm from his touch. His tip rubbing your clit, covered in precum, getting even more wet from you. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Please, hurry up.” You whimpered, crying into the pillow.
“Of course.” Jaemin plunged straight into you, grabbing onto your hips, pulling you towards him.
You never really got a good look at his cock, but it was safe to say that he was longer, thicker than your dildo, or any man you’ve ever been with before. Your back arched instinctively, not knowing how to handle a cock that big. Jaemin was only inside you for a little while, but you were already close, and after a few thrusts from Jaemin, you were at your limit. “Doctor, please!” You moaned out, biting onto the pillow as you came.
Jaemin didn’t know how to react, but he knew how he wanted to react. He grabbed you by your neck and shoved the rest of his length into you. His hand was pressed against your windpipe, making you unable to properly breathe, forcing you to arch your back so you could breathe properly. Once you did, Jaemin adjusted his hand, squeezing onto the sides of your throat.
“I told you to call me Jaemin.” He whispered into your ear.
“Sorry…” Jaemin’s pace began to quicken. “Sorry, I’m sorry!”
“You should’ve listened to me.” Jaemin started kissing your neck, nibbling, biting, trying to stop himself from pitifully moaning.
“Jaemin! Jaemin, I’m sorry!” His grip on your neck tightened, cutting off your jugular vein, making you feel euphoric.
“You’re so fucking nasty… It’s so beautiful.” He moaned into your ear while you whimpered, begging Jaemin for mercy.
You knew you were an overstimulated, noisy mess, left at the mercy of Jaemin, an overworked doctor who needed you to take his stress out into your pathetic hole.
Jaemin was certain Jeno could hear everything and prayed he would cover his ass. The way you screamed his name was worth it though. The way you shook when you came, the sweet squelching sounds you made, they were all beautiful.
“I’m gonna cum.” Jaemin bit down on your neck, already having left multiple bruises and bite marks on your pretty neck. Treating you how a dog bites down on his chew toy. Forcefully and mercilessly, like you couldn’t feel a thing.
And you basically couldn’t, afterall, all you could feel was how good Jaemin was fucking you. In that moment, Jaemin could’ve done anything he wanted to you and you would’ve nodded your head and taken it.
Which is why you didn’t even say anything when your insides were coated with a thick layer of Jaemin’s cum.
Jaemin left you for a few hours, letting you get the sleep you desperately needed.
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When you woke up, you realized you were no longer in pain. Forcing yourself to get dressed, you made your way over to Jaemin’s office.
“You’re up?” He looked up at you over his glasses.
You nodded, sitting back down at the chair you were sitting in earlier, noticing the wet mark was still there.
“Are you still in pain?”
You shook your head, rubbing your arms.
“Shall we continue the trial then?” Jaemin stood up, removing his glasses and setting them on his desk.
“But I was in so much pain…” You looked up at Jaemin as he walked over to you.
“I think I have a solution to that.” Caressing your cheek and gently kissing your lips.
“Please fuck me again, Jaemin.”
“As my patient wishes.”
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EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)
much love !!
EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH
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Lovely night
Who: Wilbur x f!reader
Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!
Pronouns: She / they
Word count: I have no clue
Requests: @poraphia
Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!
This story is NOT proofread
Listen to this while you read! <3
Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?
Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.
He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.
You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.
And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”
He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.
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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.
you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“
he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”
“No take your time, darling.”
he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”
“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”
“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”
you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”
“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.
2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly
1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie
1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.
30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine
20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes
10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.
5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.
1 minute: You light the candles
0 mins: You hear a knock.
“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.
His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.
The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.
Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.
“Anything else?” Tommy asked.
“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.
“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.
What a lovely night.
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To Love Someone- Logan Sargeant X Reader
Summary: It’s been years since you last saw Logan. He was your best friend then you moved and things change. Now you work in formula one. But you had no idea your childhood best friend also worked in f1. What will happen when you see each other after years.
(Inspired by this song)
Your POV
“Everyone meet Y/N she’ll be our reserve driver this season” Toto said I waved. “It’s great to meet you I’ve heard amazing things” George said. “Nice to meet you too” I said. “Welcome to Mercedes it’s great to have you” Lewis said. “I’m a huge fan oh my goodness” I said.
“I’m honored” Lewis said. “This is amazing” I said. “Did you meet everyone else” George asked. “Well obviously she’s met some drivers” Lewis said. “Ah yeah does everyone know” I said. “Oh Charles wouldn’t shut up about you” George said I smiled.
“Yeah we are hanging out I guess so” I said. “That’s cool he’s a good guy” Lewis said. “Well I think I’m gonna go meet everyone else” I said smiling. I then walked to Ferrari to find Charles.
“Look who it is” Charles said I hugged him. “Hi” I said. “You look good in Mercedes wear” Charles said. “And you in your racing suit” I said. “Oh do I” Charles said. “I was hoping to meet the grid wanna introduce me” I said. “Of course my love let’s go” Charles said holding my hand.
He showed me around and introduced me to everyone. Even some of the marshals and people who helped with different things.
“Wow this is all unreal like” I said. “Better than me explaining it huh” Charles said. “I mean I’ve been to races but never around each paddock” I said. “Is it everything you hoped” Charles said.
“It’s amazing char” I said. He kissed my cheek. “Last is Williams you know Alex but I’ll introduce you to his teammate” Charles said as we walked in together. “Y/N hey” Lily said.
“Lils I missed you” I said. “Keeping her in line Charles” Lily asked. “I think she keeps me in check” Charles said. “He’s been showing me around” I said. “What a nice guy” Lily said. “Mmmh.. I might keep him” I said.
“I’d like to keep you too” Charles said kissing me. “Ew gross get a room” Alex said walking over. “Alex nice to see you” I said. “Oh right my teammate come out and meet the new driver” Alex said. “I’m coming” someone yelled from the hallway.
As soon as he came around the corner I knew. Logan Sargent. After all these years I had finally seen him again. My best friend. Well used to be best friend.
“Y/N” Logan said. “Logan no way” I said. “You two know each other” Alex said. “Remember that story I told you about the girl who used to race me” Logan said. “Oh yeah the girl who’d race you and you guys got in trouble” Alex said.
“The one who beat you at every race that’s you Y/N” Charles asked. “Yeah Logan and I grew up together” I said. “Wow that’s cool Logan” Alex said. “I haven’t seen you in years you look great” Logan said I smiled. “Y.. yeah you too” I said.
“Well that made my job easier for me” Alex said. “Yeah mine too wanna go back to Ferrari with me love” Charles said putting a hand on my back. “Love” Logan said looking at me.
“Yeah she’s the girl Charles talks about Logan.. the one he’s obsessed with” Alex said. “Oh right the girl you said you’d let drive your Ferrari” Logan said. “Only cause I beat him in a race” I said. “I gave you a head start” Charles said.
“Still” I said. “Well I’m glad to see you” Logan said. “Yeah it’s nice” I said. “Wanna head back” Charles said. “Yeah” I said.
We walked back to the Ferrari paddock.
“So just friends you guys were right” Charles said. “Yeah I mean we went to prom as friends” I said. “But there was nothing more” Charles said. “No I moved after graduation and that was it” I said.
“I just got this vibe from him” Charles said. I kissed Charles. “Did you catch that vibe Charles see eyes for you” I said. “Good” Charles said.
Later..
I went up to the rooftop pool of the hotel because I couldn’t sleep. Charles managed to be asleep so I snuck out. Late night swims always fixed everything.
I set my towel on a chair and took my sandals off. I had grabbed Charles button up to throw on over my suit. So I took it off and jumped in the pool.
I came back up and swam to the edge to see Logan sitting there.
“Jesus Lo I thought I was alone” I said. “No I couldn’t sleep so I like to watch the sky sometimes” Logan said. “Yeah I remember” I said. “Then I saw you so I figured you couldn’t sleep” Logan said. “You know me” I said.
“So .. uhh Charles” Logan said making a face. “What’s that face for” I said. “It’s just.. Charles is .. a player you know” Logan said. “I knew that before I started seeing him” I said. “So your what” Logan said. “I don’t need to label things” I said.
“Sleeping with him” Logan said. “That’s not your place to ask” I said swimming away from the edge of the pool. “You know you can do better” Logan said walking along the side of the pool. “Please don’t start with that” I said.
“What’s gonna happen when he doesn’t wanna be with you” Logan said. “Logan we are simply seeing each other.. if I want to date him I can” I said. “There’s better people” Logan said. “Like who .. what you.. or Carlos or Lando” I said he stayed silent. “Exactly Logan don’t tell me who to be with” I said.
“Y/N.. you left and I never forgot you I thought about you for months afterwards” Logan said. I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel. “Years even I tried to forget you I did” Logan said. “We were just best friends Logan that’s all” I said putting Charles shirt back on.
“You and I both know that’s not all” Logan said. “Friends Logan that’s all” I said. “You left and I just saw you everywhere” Logan said. “And I kept thinking about what I’d say if I saw you again” Logan said. “I’m sorry I left okay it was my family not me” I said.
“But now your back and I need to say this” Logan said. “Logan I’m not in the mood for this” I said. “I didn’t realize what we had till you left” Logan said. “What we had was a friendship a close friendship” I said. “Y/N I’m in love with you” Logan said.
“Stop” I said. “I have been for so long do you have any idea .. what it’s like to love someone” Logan said. “And not be able to see them” Logan said. “I.. do and I can’t do this Logan” I said walking away. “I love you I always have.. for years” he said grabbing my hand. I didn’t look at him.
“Don’t” I said walking away from him. I then went back to my hotel room. I shut the door and stood there resting my head on the door.
“chéri.. what are you doing up” Charles said hugging me from behind I jumped. “Oh I’m sorry love I didn’t mean to scare you” he said resting his head on my shoulder.
“No it’s okay” I said softly. “Your so cold..” he said kissing my cheek. “I went for a swim I couldn’t sleep” I said. “Wanna go relax together” Charles said. “Yeah just let me change” I said he went back to lay down. I changed into his shirt and my shorts. I then laid back in bed with him.
He wrapped his arms around me. He then kissed my cheek. I just looked at the wall. All I could think about is what Logan said about Charles.
What was this?
Does he love me?
“Char” I said. “What’s on your mind” Charles said. “Do you love me” I said. He didn’t say anything to me. “I do” Charles said. “Are you sure” I said sitting up. “What’s this about” Charles said. “I just wanted to know what we are” I said.
“..Y/N I love you” Charles said cupping my cheek. “You do” I said. “Yes.. I do and we are together I don’t care what anyone else says” Charles said. “So.. then this is official” I said he smiled. “I guess so” Charles said.
But I still couldn’t stop thinking about Logan. Even if I did love Charles too. Part of me wanted Logan too.
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Part 2??
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- YOU’RE MINE -
Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.
Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
Chapter 10 - ‘You’re Mine’
You sat on your apartment floor in a pile of your clothes. What the hell do you bring to visit a boy… in another country… for an unspecified amount of time. Lingerie was the first thing in your suitcase but like… what else?
Trent had been kind enough to organize everything for you so you really only had to lock up your apartment, he had gotten everything sorted down to a car picking you up and bringing you to the airport. You had an inkling it was more likely Tyler orchestrating the logistics but Trent was the one relaying the information to you. No matter, it was incredibly thoughtful.
He had booked you a hotel suite down near the Liverpool waterfront because you had mentioned that you had liked staying near there before during previous visits to the city. It was unsaid but assumed you’d more than likely be in Trent’s bed anyways but you didn’t want to pressure him or bother him after a match day and he hadn’t wanted you to presume this was a trip solely to get his dick wet. It also occurred to both of you that Trent lived with his family. It was comforting to him, something he loved, something you actually found endearing, and as much as you got along with his brothers, throwing you into the family home seemed like a big ask.
There were a lot of uncertainties about the trip… the most glaringly obvious, the length. You and Trent both just wanted to be back together so you hadn’t really set a return date. You were off and on your way to England tomorrow. You couldn’t exactly uproot your life for a man you hadn’t known for that long, let alone explain to your family that you suddenly had struck up a whirlwind romance with the Trent Alexander-Arnold but your return to New York was still TBD.
To be honest, your dad might be thrilled at the idea of the potential access to Anfield and return to his home country but you were a daddy’s girl so moving countries might throw him for a loop. Your mom, well.. she’d miss you but you having a boyfriend, no matter the location, would just make her life complete. That was another thing… you were so excited to visit ‘your Trent’ but he wasn’t your boyfriend really so what was this to him? You had told most people who needed to know your whereabouts that you were going to England to visit a friend, you’d be going to Liverpool for a game which you had done before… purposely avoiding the details though that seeing a player was the sole reason you were being flown out. You wanted to keep it hush until it was official with him or god forbid… if it were to all fizzle out. Your head was spinning when your best friend FaceTimed you breaking the trepidation.
“Are you even going to pack clothes?” She joked before even saying hello to you.
“Rude…. I am, but honestly haven’t got a clue what yet… I want to look good but not try too hard. I wanna be hot for him but I’ll also be with his family so the lines are a little blurry.” You began to rant, panicking. You initially had asked Trent what to pack but his response was zero help.
“You look amazing in anything… but I also want you in nothing.. so” he joked, providing no assistance during a recent phone call.
Despite everything being done for you, the trip was still a little overwhelming. The plan was to fly into Manchester, Trent insisting that Tyler pick you up because he wasn’t able to get you himself because his match was that day. Tyler would drive you to your hotel, check you in, let you settle in and then he and Marcel would grab you a bit later on to head to the stadium for the game so you could see Trent. After that…not a clue what was in store but you could only imagine it would involve little to no clothing… heavily depending on if you were able to manage to stay awake after the long day.
It all sounded so seamless but after a 7 hour flight, the idea of going to a packed season opener at Anfield and attempting to look presentable after not seeing your man for over a month was stressing you out. Trent didn’t really think that this was, rather the reunion would be exciting, fun, and romantic.
“Okay, okay… I’m thinking you have to go with basics right? Like heels, boots, a sneaker, jeans, white tee, and then obviously have to bring all the gifts and shit he’s sent you..” your best friend was trying to be practical and she was right. Just simple, like your first date, hot but comfortable.
“Yeah, okay, smart. Weather is kind of weird there… like if I need a jacket… I need to think a little more. Maybe I’ll shop when I’m there when he’s busy like at training…”
“You shop? Let him shop! He’s clearly not opposed to buying you things! Also… you’re going to the north of England not a deserted island. I hope you shop when you’re there.”
“I’m not letting him do that… he’s gotta chill with the..” you stopped your own sentence “oh my god! There’s a Selfridges in Manchester… wow I totally forgot. Ugh I can’t wait for that.” You were drooling at the idea of bringing those yellow shopping bags home, forgetting the current task at hand.
“Wow, yeah… I miss that place.” Your friend also getting lost for a second.
“Fuck! Focus Y/N.” You said aloud to yourself. “I need to pack now. I’m hanging up. You’re not as helpful as I needed you to be!” You poked fun sarcastically at your friend who had actually been helpful.
“Love you! Let me know when you you take off, land, fuck him, you know the important things” she cooed cheekily.
You managed to finish packing. An incredibly heavy full suitcase that barely zipped closed and a burgundy Goyard Saint Louis tote bag stuffed full of flight essentials; passport, charger, headphones, just the usual.
You hadn’t realized until you were in line for security rereading your ticket but you were pleased when you realized you were in first class and you had access to a lounge. You texted Trent an update as if he hadn’t planned your entire itinerary for the next 24 hours.
“Text me before you take off, baby 😘” he responded.
“I will 😘 going to see you so sooon… absolutely insane”
“Getting impatient” he texted, always managing to make you smile, make you feel wanted. So you boarded the plane, tucked into your seat with a smile and a warm feeling in your chest. You picked a movie, popped in your headphones and prayed for a safe flight and the ability to get some rest during it.
While you were in transit, Trent was busy with pre-match preparations and also ultimately getting ready for your arrival. He was so excited he couldn’t sit still, pacing around his house. He hadn’t really shut up about you over the past few weeks, more often than not talking to his mum, knowing she could keep a secret. He didn’t want to over share with his friends, teammates and brothers because he was well aware how whipped he was for you and they would no doubt give him shit. That said, he didn’t exactly hide his obsession all that well.
“I’m sorry I can’t make it to the match tonight, sweetheart” Dianne sincerely apologized to Trent standing in the kitchen that morning. She had a prior commitment she couldn’t get out of unfortunately. It didn’t really bother Trent, she had seen more minutes of him on the pitch than anyone but it also meant that it would postponing your meeting.
“Mum, really it’s fine… besides I’m getting a little nervous about who's all in the box tonight.” He said anxiously.
“You shouldn’t be nervous… you invited her and she wanted to come.” Dianne knew he was referring to you being in the box.
“I know I never say this….” Trent sighed leaning his forehead against the refrigerator door. “What if I play bad and she gets like the ick.”
“The ick?” Dianne perplexed by the term.
“Yeah, like the ick…” Trent poorly and inadvertently didn’t explain so Dianne moved on.
“Trenty, it’s just another normal night.” She tried to reassure him like he was still her little boy.
“She is flying to another country… for me.” Trent said initially with some fear but his own words actually had instilled some confidence in him. You were flying to see him. You didn’t have to do this, you wanted to.
Trent had to leave to meet with the team, start the whole process of match day so he gathered all his things, said goodbye to his mum, and made his way to the driveway. He stopped in his tracks half way to his car trying to remember if he had made his bed, hoping that tonight he could convince you to come sleep with him instead of your hotel. The thought of you back in his arms had him eager for the final whistle before kick off even happened.
You woke up with about a half an hour left in your flight. By the time you gathered yourself you had landed in Manchester. You were going to text Trent but you didn’t want to bother him as it was getting closer to game time so you opted to text Tyler letting him know you had arrived. Customs wasn’t too long but you needed a few extra minutes in the bathroom to reapply some tinted moisturizer, fix your hair, spray some perfume, it was fine for now but you couldn’t wait to shower at the hotel.
“In arrival pickup, I'm refusing to hold a sign like Trent wanted so just look for my car…black Mercedes.” Tyler texted. It made you laugh, he clearly was just being a nice brother doing Trent a favor. He downplayed his car exponentially, it was a massive Mercedes G-Wagon, not exactly subtle, it was matte black with completely tinted windows. You easily spotted it and rolled your suitcase down the pavement. Tyler got out of the car, calling your name lowly. You greeted him warmly with a sweet ‘hi’ and a big hug.
“You okay? Flight was fine?” He questioned genuinely, taking your suitcase and putting it in the boot of his car.
“Yeah, yeah all good. Airports are just so stressful so thank you for handling everything. Obviously wasn’t T.” You teased and Tyler shrugged knowing that was incredibly accurate.
You opened the car door to find a little box wrapped neatly with a bow on the front seat. You picked it up to try to hand it to Tyler like it was his.
“Obviously, it’s for you. He wasn’t going to let you arrive without getting you something… be real for a minute.”
You giggled knowing it was true. Gifts were one of Trent’s love languages for sure. You shuffled around in the seat a little awkwardly at first fumbling with the box before putting it in your bag.
“Everything good?” Tyler asked, noticing as he started to pull out of the lane.
“Sorry, just haven’t driven over here in a minute, was confused for a second.” You giggled more readjusting to the roads.
“I don’t have anything comforting to say, just the way it is, the way it should be.” He teased you.
“Sure.. whatever you say.” You poked back rolling your eyes. Being American made for easy jokes.
“I told him I got you, he won’t be on his phone today really so if you don’t hear from Trent before don’t take it personally.” Tyler spoke unprompted.
“Oh… yeah? Thanks. I didn’t want to bother him. Don’t really know anything about match day protocol I guess…. I usually am a few pints in by this point.” He laughed at your honesty.
“We'll get you a drink eventually. But after… usually best bet is to let him come to us depending on the result. I know he’s embarrassingly excited to see you though so I’ll get you to him.” He said openly not taking his eyes off the road.
You arrived at the hotel and Tyler offered to help you check in but you assured him you could manage, he already had done a lot and had to come back for you in a little so you felt a little guilty taking up more of his time. He left once you gestured to him through the window you had successfully got your room key.
You got to your room and immediately collapsed on the bed not long before springing back up and practically ripping off your clothes thinking about getting airplane germs on the fresh bed. You swiftly made it to the shower immediately.
You wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel sat on the edge of the bed, trying to remember what you had planned to wear to the match tonight. You looked at your open suitcase, beauty products now covering the counter tops, the sweatshirt you wore on the plane spilling out of your Goyard when you spotted the little box Trent had left for you peaking out.
“Oh shit” you exclaimed out loud in the empty room recalling you hadn’t opened it yet. You pulled at the ribbon, unraveling the knot opening the lid to reveal a small velvet jewelry box. You popped it open to see a gold band, it was a classic ring but it had a raised block font with the letters ‘TAA’ pressed onto it. You liked how personal it was, you liked that he wanted you to wear his initials. There was a little card with his scribbled handwriting, nothing too grandiose, just simple.
‘Your TAA xx’
You slid the ring on and you felt like your heart could burst. Getting a ring from Trent caused your mind to fantasize at what other sort of ring he could eventually buy you. Calling himself yours made you smile uncontrollably too. You threw on a tank top and shorts to lay in bed for a moment telling people back home you arrived safely in England when your screen flashed with an incoming FaceTime.
“Guess where I ammmmm” you answered while sitting up a little in the bed. Your arm wrapped tightly around your chest in excitement seeing the gorgeous boys face grace the screen. Overjoyed considering Tyler’s warning you may not hear from him.
“Baby, I cannot believe you are so close right now.” Trent said beaming.
“Weird right?!” You giggled.
“You promise you’re actually coming tonight, you and Ty aren’t just messing with me?” He sounded more serious than he needed to be. You flipped your camera to face away from you showing him your dainty hand now fitted with the ring with his initials, the Liverpool waterfront visible from the window behind your fingers. Confirmation you were definitely here before turning the camera back to you.
“Promise, pretty boy!” You cooed “Cannot wait to see you tonight.”
“You cannot wait to kiss me.” He corrected you, his eyes dropping a little lower to your chest now.
“Mmm” You hummed to get his attention knowing that your tits were on display. “Don’t you have to focus, dial in?”
“I’m focused… trust me.” Trent said lustfully before snapping out of his gaze.
“I do actually have to run but just needed to make sure you got here safely.” He rambled.
“All safe” you smiled.
“If there’s a lot of stoppage time tonight, I’m going to be pissed. Need to see my baby.” He groaned
“See you tonighttt, my T” you practically sang your smile getting bigger at the thought before hanging up. You pulled yourself out of bed knowing that Tyler and Marcel would be coming to pick you up sooner than later and you had to get ready.
You went for light makeup, your hair in a middle part and down, natural. You slipped on some promiscuous lingerie inspecting how you looked in the mirror. Once you confirmed this looked like the right set for your first night back together you put on Trent’s jersey. The warm feeling returned in your chest. You were a fan before you’d ever met him but knowing this was his, from him, it just felt different and you couldn’t suppress the butterflies filling your stomach. You pulled it tucking it up into the band of your bra, a hack you did to crop the shirt showcasing your stomach.
You chose a pair of fitted leather pants, you knew your ass looked good in them. After a long internal debate you landed on a Barbour jacket, it seemed the most weather appropriate. Frankly, your shoe choice was impractical, committing your look so you went with a pair of tan suede pointed toed heeled boots. And of course, it would only be right to bring the Chanel bag Trent had got for you. You weren’t monogamous to silver or gold so you wore both metals dripping in a ton of jewelry. Grabbing your phone from the charger you double checked you had everything and stood in the mirror analyzing every aspect of your outfit but was interrupted by the unknown UK number calling your phone. You usually wouldn’t but you answered assuming, not surprised to hear a familiar scouse accent giving you shit for running behind.
“I’m sorry!! I’m coming right now” you sincerely apologized to Marcel on the other end of the phone rushing. You walked through the lobby adjusting your outfit when the lady who checked you in earlier friendly questioned you.
“Headed out to the game tonight hun?” She asked spotting you adjust the team jersey.
“Yep!” You said sweetly with a smile but trying to hurry along as to not hold up the boys any longer.
“They are a handsome lot, maybe you’ll find yourself a player to bring back.” She said quite cheekily but it was meant with good lighthearted intentions.
“Maybe…” you said smugly, slyly, little did she know your reality.
You jumped into the familiar big Mercedes back seat you were in mere hours ago.
“You’re aware it’s a footie match?” Marcel made fun of your over the top outfit. It really wasn’t, frankly, they just were in far more casual clothes.
“Yes, I do and your opinion is not important to me. I like my outfit. Thank you very much!” You quipped teasing back.
You were thankful you’d been to Anfield before because it was actually quite overwhelming arriving. You had entered in sectioned off areas but even so the two brothers weren’t exactly walking around going unnoticed at the stadium. You could feel people staring. It was loud, bustling, and being thrust into the close circle of families and friends of players had you feeling out of place. You had made your way into a box nestled high in the stadium. It actually vibrated from the fan curated atmosphere. Opposite of you, the boys were so relaxed, they looked to be completely at home, before offering you a pint as promised. Haphazardly they showed you around the suite, the seats, where things were gradually. The noise outside only grew when the team made their way onto the pitch to warm up.
Even though he was younger than you Marcel felt like he needed to keep an eye on you. He could sense your nerves so he put his hand on your shoulder gently and guided you out of the box into the open air seats overlooking the field.
“He’s number 66.” He said facetiously pointing obviously down at Trent. Your heart nearly stopped seeing him. He was actually focused on football now opposed to your tits on FaceTime earlier, striking the ball with ease, laughing a little.
He looked so beautiful. Under the floodlights, his skin was just glowing. He had aura… god, he just radiated a coolness. He was so subtly confident, so sexy. Your finger stroked over the raised letters of your new ring settling your rapid breath. You couldn’t peel your eyes away, it had been so long since you’ve seen him in the flesh and there he was but he was still so so far away.
In a moment, the crazed environment completely faded away when Trent lifted his head, inspecting the stands, combing through faces in the box till he landed on yours. That smile. Oh my god, that smile on his face had you completely falling apart inside. He sent a quick wink your way, still attempting to keep his concentration on the game. Although small, his acknowledgement calmed you feeling more comfortable, finally taking off your jacket, admittedly slightly shyly considering you were sitting with boys who shared the last name on your back.
“Uhhohh we got a fan” Tyler jeered.
“Ugh T, you’re so sexy. Please let me be a WAG” Marcel moaned in a terrible, but equally funny, American accent impersonating you.
“I hate you both” you said with no real conviction, your eyes refusing to break from watching Trent stretch, it was hot.. you couldn’t deny it.
You had relaxed, meeting a few people, drinking and laughing with his brothers, you were having fun. The starting eleven took their positions before kick off. Trent had made his way to the back right of the pitch that was closer to where you all were sat. There was a pause, a hum of anticipation for the match to begin but in the lull Trent turned to look for you once more. He found you much faster this time, pressing his hand to his lips, blowing you a kiss pointing up to you directly. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. It was bold, it was public, it was just for you. You were lost in the moment, looking longingly into the big brown eyes that felt miles away. You pushed your lips, pressing a kiss into the crisp air towards him. He smiled before putting his head back down to regain focus.
His brothers looked completely shocked at the interaction. Marcel’s hand gripped Tyler’s leg. They knew you two were into each other, it seemed to be serious, but never… never had they seen Trent break professionalism and do something so affectionate, not only in public, but on a massive stage. This game was at a fully packed stadium, broadcasted, spectated internationally and he without a single second of doubt was blowing a kiss to you.
The ref blew the whistle signaling the start of the match but also the start of something much more.
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