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Smokey And Sweet

✧ pairing: neighbor! lee jeno x fem! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), mentions of food and eating, mentions of death (no actual people die/have died), smoking from jeno & reader (cigarette), cursing, teasing, car sex, semi-public sex (oops), missionary, big d!ck jeno, fingering, protected sex, slight corruption kink, dirty talk, praising, pet names, some drool & spit, kissing, shy reader when it comes to godly men like lee jeno, slightly bad-boy jeno but more so his aura, reader & jeno are in their early 20s

✦ word count: 11.6k words (i literally couldn’t stop)

✧ synopsis: new boy next door takes an interest in you and decides to take you as a warm welcome into town.

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Winter had said its goodbye weeks ago, and now, it has fully transitioned into Spring.

With Spring having sprung, the environment has come back to life and everything is blooming once again.

You can now enjoy hearing the sweet songs from the birds chirping proudly every day. You can savor the sunshine and natural light for much longer now due to the time being pushed forward an hour. And, the weather isn’t bitterly cold anymore so you could actually go outside having your skin exposed without your body tingling, stinging, and shivering.

Though, there were still downsides to Spring that you loathed— such as torrential downpours, freshly awoken wasps and bumblebees, and random sneezing fits from pollen. But on days like today where the air felt so fresh outside and you frankly had nothing better else to do, the outdoors called to you.

You desired to spend your leisure time this evening outside. Maybe you’d even decide to buy a treat from the ice cream truck that drove past your neighborhood almost daily now that the weather was warmer. You relish in just the thought of enjoying your first ice cream this season from the cute truck. You’d definitely buy one.

With the weather just right, you chose to wear a simple oversized t-shirt and your pair of frilly-ruffled, black and white polka dot shorts, along with your go-to comfortable footwear. Perfect for lounging out in the breezy and warm weather.

Deciding to sit on the tailgate of your dad’s pickup truck while you wait, you scroll mindlessly through your phone with your wallet by your side.

Although your face was trained on your phone instead of enjoying the outdoors peacefully, at least you were outside instead of cooped up in indoors.

In the midst of the sounds of nature, from wind blowing the trees to birds singing, you hear the sound of your neighbors’s door swing open. Though, you refrain yourself from allowing your eyes to follow the sound, trying to ignore their presence even though curiosity fills you.

This past week, a new family had moved into the house next to yours. It had been vacant and up for sale for awhile, as the previous owners decided to relocate elsewhere.

You’ve seen the movers and had your fair share of brief glimpses towards the house, but you tried your best to ignore and avoid them.

Although your whole life your neighbors have been unproblematic and greet your parents every-so-often, you weren’t someone who enjoyed small talk and acted ‘neighborly.’ You lived in your own bubble, and were too shy in even sparing a greeting to your neighbors.

That may seem a bit bitchy, but you just felt awkward and never really knew what to say. It felt easier just minding your own business.

You probably should work on your social skills. Maybe then you’d actually have something to do instead of sitting alone outside like a loser waiting for some ice cream— at your grown age.

With your attention directed towards your phone, you don’t notice that it is a boy that comes out of the door.

Said boy walks out of his house and lets out a deep sigh with both hands on his hips as he stands on his porch.

Honestly, Jeno didn’t really know how to feel about the move. His parents had decided to move out of the big city he’s known and loved his entire life, and ditch it for this unknown-small town he has to call home now.

While he’s in his early twenties and fully capable of living on his own as an adult, he just graduated college and rent was fucking expensive these days. For the time being, it was easier to move and live with his parents until he found a job and could start saving for his own place.

There was nothing wrong with adults living with their parents, anyways. There were upsides and downsides to it— as there were with practically anything. But it’s what will work for now.

It just sucks that he had to leave everything he’s ever known behind and start over. But life’s all about growing and new adventures— at least, that’s what the older adults say. He just has to learn to adapt to his new environment and embrace change.

He’s been unpacking boxes and organizing his new room all day. It was now around 6pm, and he’d been in the house all day doing labor and cleaning. After being stuck indoors all day, he figured it was time for a break to go for a short drive or maybe get food someplace.

As he stepped out his front door and stood on the porch, he looked towards his left and noticed your figure.

A girl, he thought. He hadn’t really gotten a chance to even notice any of his neighbors or surroundings fully, as he was too immersed in helping his parents settle into their new home and couldn’t keep his attention on anything outside of moving in.

From his porch he could see your figure swaying your head faintly from side to side, legs swinging back and forth in the air over the cracked concrete of your driveway. You were in your own world, phone in hand and sat by your lonesome self.

How cute, he thinks. He probably looks like a freak just staring at your form, but he glances around the street fleetingly and it doesn’t seem like anyone else is out right now. You don’t seem to notice his presence watching you— or at least, maybe you’re pretending you don’t.

You peak his interest suddenly. He wonders what you’re like and from this distance, he can see that you’re definitely an adult like him. Maybe you’re around his age. He could use a friend or at least, know someone in this foreign town.

He gives himself an internal pep-talk of confidence to walk up to you. You’d start seeing each other almost daily now that you’re neighbors, and he doesn’t think he can stay unacquainted with you. So he strides his way towards your house to introduce himself like a gentleman.

While engrossed in whatever nonsense you’re watching on your phone, you begin to detect movement from your peripheral, as well as hear shoes scraping against the concrete.

Your eyes slightly widen at that, sensing a complete stranger coming towards your direction. It wasn’t everyday someone decided to approach you suddenly. Your body stilled and you found strength to raise your head, locking eyes with what seems to be a handsome man.

He brings a hand up and waves, continuing walking up to you until he’s like only 6 feet away.

“Hey— sorry to bother you, but I came to introduce myself. I’m Jeno. I just moved in next door.” he shoots you a smile.

“Oh— hey! Yeah, it’s nice to meet you.” you awkwardly get up to stand on your feet and extend an arm out.

“I’m Y/n. Welcome to the neighborhood!” you put on your best smile as he takes your hand to shake it firmly, practically blacking out mentally as you cannot believe this is a real scene playing out.

You’re left utterly dumbfounded once you took a good gander at this guy.

There was a contrast to him. His skin was pretty much bright and his beauty could light up darkness and draw irresistible attention to him, but he was also kind of shadowy in a way. Although he greeted you with a smile that reached his eyes, he seemed to have this intimidating presence to him.

Maybe you’re just saying that because anyone who’s attractive to you intimidates the fuck out of you. But he seems to ooze natural confidence and appeal. His features were sharp, and he just had this indescribable aura to him that made you weak. You couldn’t pin point what it was.

It didn’t help that he was cool enough to rock an undercut, seeing it peeking through slightly from his right side of face. Not to mention, you couldn’t help but shift your eyes down for a second to look at his almost-exposed chest, first few buttons of his dark flannel left undone.

His dark eyes, dark hair, and dark shirt contrast with his light blue baggy jeans and kind smile, making your skin heat up from his presence, even in the midst of a breeze passing through.

But anyways— your new neighbor is a hot man that decided to come over and greet you. If that’s not a moment in history, then you don’t know what is.

The smile on his face doesn’t falter one bit as you greet him back, feeling your smaller, slightly wobbly hand shaking his own, and sees the slight tint of pink coloring your cheeks. Was it from the weather or his abrupt approach? He’s not sure. And neither are you.

“Thanks. I— uh, actually noticed you were sitting out here alone. Figured I’d come introduce myself. Since I’m new to this town, I don’t know anyone.” he admits.

Your lips parted as you attentively listened to his every word, arms crossed. You let out a chuckle as he finishes, “To be honest with you, i’m not really familiar with anyone else in this neighborhood— and i’ve lived on this street my whole life.” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head as you look around at nothing in particular sheepishly.

Your words and quiet laugh only makes his smile bigger. “Yeah? Maybe I could be your first neighbor-friend.” Jeno smirks at you, his hands shifting around in the pockets of his jeans.

The dopamine releasing from your brain causes you to feel giddy and it feels like butterflies are fluttering inside your stomach from excitement and coyness. You’re gushing internally at the fact that God himself has sent you a cute neighbor— one who had the urge to come over and is showing interest in you.

You only know his name and your delusional-self is already mentally planning your future with him.

“I could definitely use a friend.” your smile is genuine as you tell him, showing courtesy to your new neighbor.

You see the smile reach to his eyes again, meeting your gaze before he looks down at his own feet while grinning, making you look away shyly.

God, you felt like a teenager again.

“Do you care if I sit out here with you? I don’t really have anything better to do.” Jeno speaks. He really wants to get to know you and waste no time. You seem very sweet, and like he said, he actually doesn’t have anything better to do. (He still had some unpacking left to do unfortunately, but he needed a damn break.)

You can feel your heart rate increase and a flash of heat hits you at his words, feeling flustered that your peaceful evening has unexpectedly taken a turn.

“Of course! I could use someone to keep me company.” you say, still feeling flushed.

You pushed your rear back onto the truck’s tailgate and Jeno follows suit. He takes a seat next to you, making you hold back a giggle at how the truck lowered for a moment due to the extra weight now added.

“So… you were just out here chilling alone?” he queries with both arms outstretched behind him, leaning back a bit and making himself comfortable.

“I actually came out ‘cause I wanted some ice cream. Now that it’s warmer out again, a truck usually passes by everyday.” you begin to swing your legs like you were earlier as you continued. “I’m grown as hell waiting for the ice cream man by myself. Can you believe that?” you laugh.

Jeno finds your demeanor endearing. How you’re just out here innocently waiting for some ice cream. And the way that you seem like a ball of sunshine. You’re unintentionally stirring his emotions with sudden fondness and attraction towards you.

“Hey, that’s cute. And, now you have company to wait alongside you.” he states, his eyes stuck on you as he spoke.

Your cheeks must’ve been permanently stained pink since he’s made himself known. His natural charm and solely being in the presence of an attractive male has your palms sweaty and senses tingling.

“So why’d you move here?” you attempt to make conversation, trying to push pass the fact that he basically called you cute and is sitting directly next to you.

He inhales some air and huffs it out deeply before speaking. “Parents wanted to settle in a smaller town now that they’re getting older. We lived in the city my whole life, but my parents wanted a change. Plus, my dad runs an auto repair shop, and he had the grand idea of extending his business here, so… yeah.”

“I just graduated college a while ago, too. You’d think that I would have my own place and not be packed up alongside my parents, but i’m trying to figure out what I wanna do. Rent’s too expensive in the city, anyways. I have friends I could’ve moved in with to split rent, but since we all graduated, we all are doing our own things and they have their partners and stuff.” he continued.

“S’ry for rambling. I’m just dumping all this shit on you.” Jeno shakes his head, scoffing at his own rant. The last thing he wants is for you to think he’s looking for pity and seem lame.

“Nooo— it’s okay. I asked you a question and you answered it. Sounds like there’s so much change in your life recently. It would only be natural to feel sour or uncertain about your current life. I know it’s probably not ideal, but I hope you adjust well here.” you offer him an empathetic smile, trying to assure him that his feelings are valid.

Jeno looks at you, intrigued and taken aback by your words. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with something that suddenly made his heart stir.

He isn’t one to get sappy or ever seeks for people to comfort him. He wasn’t even asking for sympathy. You were just kind enough to offer him some touching and uplifting words.

The ends of his lips curl at your tenderness. “Wow… do you always say such nice things to people you barely know?” he decides to tease you.

Your face grows hot, laughing nervously as you speak, “What? I’m just telling you what I think.” you pause for a couple seconds before continuing, “Moving can be mentally and physically taxing. Change is never easy. Especially as a young adult, we’re still trying to figure everything out. So I feel for you.”

“There you go again.” Jeno can’t help but smirk, eyes falling to his own lap, hands clasped together.

“You majored in psychology or something? Your words are naturally comforting.” he chuckles.

You scoff at that. “I’m actually in community college— and undecided.”

He hums at your response, finally learning something about you.

“Well, i’m sure you’d be good in any career field. You sound very mature.”

You pursed your lips to the side, feeling flustered at all these small compliments he’s throwing your way. He’s probably just being nice, but he’s probably thinking the same about yourself towards him. Though, you were a very compassionate person. Your words were earnest.

And his own words carried much weight to your brain, especially because it was coming from a man. A very attractive one, at that.

“I dunno, I was just being real.” you brushed his comment off.

“Nah, you’re definitely a smart girl. Come on now.” Jeno tilts his head at you, staring at you attentively.

He’s wondering what goes on in that pretty little head of yours. He has the urge to figure you out. Jeno isn’t stupid and realizes the effect he has on girls merely from his looks. Call him cocky or whatever, but it’s not a secret that girls easily gravitate towards him.

Though, you’re currently bringing him a different vibe. He’s already gathered that you’re sweeter than a Pop-Tart. And a bit bashful.

Girls are usually so quick to be flirty towards him. Not that he doesn’t like that— he actually loves when girls are bold and quick to get things swinging. But you’re offering him something new, even within the couple of minutes you’ve known each other. He’s definitely interested in you.

You can sense his pair of eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. Your vision lies straight ahead, trying to remain composed after hearing him compliment you as you stare at the house across from yours. How is this man still talking to your ass? You wondered.

You can’t even come up with a response before your ears pick up on that familiar tune of the ice cream truck, sounding closer and closer every second.

“It’s coming,” you lift yourself off the tailgate, wallet in hand as you approach the end of your driveway towards the road.

Jeno follows your lead and trails behind you, joining you as the truck comes to a halt in seeing you both.

He watches as you greet the driver and look over the menu momentarily, eventually deciding on a regular-sized Italian ice— flavor of your choice.

You then turn to look at Jeno, smile taking over your features charmingly.

“Do you want anything?” you ask him.

Jeno secretly does have a big sweet tooth, so he refuses to pass up on a treat of his own. “Yeah, i’ll have the same as her.” he announces and smiles at the worker.

You fiddle with your wallet, scrambling to fish out a couple dollars while your treats are being prepared. Though, it seems like you’re beat to covering for the both of you, eyes looking up to the sight of Jeno handing the worker some cash.

“I got it.” he says like nothing to you, happily paying the man in the truck.

You’re left confounded, not expecting him to even have his wallet on him.

Your mouth is slightly parted at his sudden act, ponderously putting your money back in your wallet. You can’t even protest as the transaction was already made.

Jeno hands you your treat with a spoon and grabs his own, both of you thanking the driver and walking back to your dad’s tailgate as the ice cream truck drives away, music now growing distant.

“I was gonna pay for us, y’know?” you say as you sit back down, Jeno doing the same.

“It was only a couple bucks. Plus, i’d never let a girl pay.”

You look down at your Italian ice in hand, poking at it with your spoon in other hand.

“Yeah, but we just met. You’re the new neighbor, shouldn’t I be the one treating you?”

“Your company is more than enough.” he simply replies before bringing his spoon to his mouth, head turned in your direction.

His words make your heart begin to thud erratically in your chest, heat rising all-throughout your body, and you’re left tongue-tied.

You’re still twiddling with your semi-frozen treat, mind and body fuzzy. You’re focused on his comment, the fact that he paid, and the innocent moment of you two enjoying ice cream next to each other here— outside your house.

You feel like you’re squirming on the inside, not knowing what to do with Jeno’s kind presence. He’s your neighbor now. How are you supposed to live now that you have an incredibly beautiful and charming man living next door to you?

“You like playing with your food before you eat?”

“Huh? Oh— my bad.” Jeno rips you away from your ruffled thoughts about him, now feeling embarrassed at how your head is already spinning and going dumb from someone you just met.

A nervous chuckle leaves your throat, finally digging for your first bite while Jeno was on his nth spoonful. You pop the spoon filled with ice cream into your mouth, tastebuds absorbing the deliciously creamy and smooth consistency.

“How is it?” he asks, eyeing you as you enjoy your first taste.

“It’s so sweet. Really good.”

“Definitely.” Jeno says, nodding his head in agreement. Though, he’s not sure if he’s referring to the ice cream or you.

You guys finished up your treats and talked about various topics, slowly getting to know each other better. You even started to loosen up a bit more, feeling just a tiny bit more comfortable the more you two conversed.

“You know, I’m a real huge car guy.”

“Really? I’m honestly not surprised.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause it seems like every guy these days is a ‘car guy.’” you sneered.

He scoffs after listening to you. “Well, since my dad’s a mechanic, he’s taught me almost everything I need to know about cars. It’s practically in my veins.”

“Trust me, I am practically infatuated with cars. I used to dream of becoming a F1 driver.” he clicks his tongue.

“Woah, what?! So with cars, do you like the mechanics of it all, or do you really just like showing off how fast you can go?” you cock your head at him, asking curiously with a hint of tease in saying the latter.

“Both. I like working hands-on with cars and having the knowledge to perform car maintenance. It also feels personal cause’ since my dad’s a mechanic, he passed down his love for cars to me.”

“I also love the control I can have while driving. It can be exhilarating when you’re going hella fast. Especially when your car’s all nicely polished and sleek— it’s the best.”

“Damn. You really are passionate, huh? That’s actually really dope.”

“I am.” he smirks, amused that you’re interested in hearing about his interests. Like, you actually are having a conversation with him and are seriously listening to him.

Meanwhile, it’s such a breath of fresh air for you to listen to him speak about his passions and have personality to him. He wasn’t dry or giving you half-assed anything— and he was respectful, making you swoon and happy to have met someone like him.

The sun was beginning to set as you two got loss in conversation, the sky painted in a warm hue.

“Let me go throw these away.” you gather your now-empty foam cups and plastic spoons, grabbing them and getting up to throw them in your trash bin.

“Thanks.” Jeno gets up shortly after you do, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I should be the one thanking you— for the ice cream.” you now stand in front of him, arms crossed behind your back with a hand resting over your wrist.

“It was only a couple of bucks, no biggie like I said.” he assures you.

You smile, the apples of your cheeks more prominent as you can’t hold back in how wide it becomes due to his kindness. You stand meekly, figuring that this is the part where you bid one another goodbye and go inside your separate homes.

Although he literally lives next to you and you’d be seeing him frequently, you don’t want your time together to end just yet. He’s pulling you in like a magnet. You’ve felt lonely lately, and Jeno’s company was the best unexpected gift you could ever ask for.

And it seems like he’s thinking the same.

“Hey— I was thinking now would be a perfect time to drive around for a bit. I’ve been stuck at home all day and could go out for a bit. Would you like to come with?”

Your brows lift slightly, caught off guard by his invite. You didn’t expect to spend your evening with a man outside your house, and now, said man is asking you out for a drive.

“Only if you want to, of course. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to or—“

“No!— let’s do it.” you interrupt him, rather eagerly. You stare at him with a twinkle inside your eyes, mirroring Jeno’s own, eyes dreamy as he looks at your figure.

You might be some trouble for him, and you’re definitely feeling the same about him. The magnetism between you two is strong. Each of you look at one another in admiration and thoughts about anything else are practically nonexistent. It was purely curious attraction. Like a moth to a flame.

You’re honestly not sure if it’s the smartest idea to be getting in a vehicle with a guy you haven’t even known for 24 hours. You know your parents would literally be up your ass if they knew, and the anxious side of you is lowkey freaking out internally, already playing out multiple scenarios.

But you oddly trust Jeno. He seems to find solace in your presence. You each agreed that you were friends now. You hardly got out of the house anyways— you definitely needed this. And you’re an adult, so who cares?

“Alirghty then, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, i’m good to go.”

With that, Jeno leads the way into his new property. His left hand digs into his left pocket and pulls out a pair of keys, walking to the driver’s side of what seems to be his car.

The sight of his car definitely confirms that he’s a serious car guy. You’re not too familiar yourself on the technical terms or remember model names, but his car is black, windows were tinted, and it’s glossy. It looked almost brand new, smooth and sexy— dare you say. It suits him well.

He unlocks his car and lets you know you’re able to get in, and so you open the passenger door and seat yourself inside.

A subtle musky fragrance fills your nostrils immediately as you settle in. The interior of his car smells clean and fresh, mellow undertones within the scent. Not strong, but pleasant and fitting.

Jeno also settles in his vehicle, starting up the engine as you each put on your seatbelts.

“Don’t worry. I know I said I like going fast, but I follow the law. It’ll be a nice drive.” Jeno suddenly says, looking over his shoulder as his right hand takes hold of the gear shift. He puts the car in reverse, using his left hand to steer the wheel.

You sit idly as he cranes his neck slightly to look behind, making sure the street is clear as he makes exit from his driveway. He smoothly reverses, and begins to drive down the street.

Your hands are folded in your lap, and you begin to play with them out of suspense from what is to come during this drive with Jeno.

You’re fortunate that your parents are out of town right now, so they don’t really have to question your whereabouts.

Though, you’re thinking about how you’re alone in the car with a guy you just met. It had been so long since you hung out with a male like this. You couldn’t help but already feel some type of way towards Jeno. Your senses heightened within his presence. Maybe it’s because you still don’t really know too much about him, but you also think it’s because his attractiveness daunts you.

Perhaps you’re already developing a crush.

“Got anywhere in particular you wanna go? I don’t really mind; I’ll let you take the reins.” he halts his car at a stop sign, then turns to smile at you.

“Honestly, there’s really not much to do in this town. People usually go goof around the grocery stores for entertainment. That’s how dry it is here.” you tittered.

“Though, there’s a school a few blocks away from our street that I walk to occasionally when I want to clear my mind, and I usually just roam leisurely around there. Since it’s practically right next to a nice neighborhood, lots of people go on walks or bike rides around, and kids play after school hours.” you internally facepalm yourself once you finish talking. He probably is gonna think you’re so lame and that you clearly don’t go out much. A school? Really?

“We can go there. Sounds chill to me, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah! I’m good with that.” you’re relieved to see that he seems on board with your idea. He seemed to be pretty laidback and easygoing, leaving you feeling safe.

You direct him to the location, and he notices that there’s no music currently playing.

“Wanna connect your phone to play some music?”

“Oh no, that’s okay. You can play whatever.” you kindly smile.

“I listen to the same songs practically everyday. It’s getting old. How about you put on something, I could use something new.”

You feel a bit shy in sharing your music taste, but you see that he won’t take no for an answer. You give in and he helps you in connecting to the Bluetooth. A R&B playlist is what you settle for, as most of the songs in your curated playlist were comforting, catchy, and relaxing.

As the music’s going, you feel flushed and can’t reject the smile that creeps on your face as a favorite song of yours comes on. You notice from your peripheral Jeno nodding his head to the beat of the track, making you fix your attention to simply staring out the window to avoid him seeing how blushed and smiley you are.

After just a few minutes, he pulls into the school grounds, parking in the lot and you two unbuckle your seatbelts. There seems to be hardly anyone here. There’s maybe one or two cars parked, but nobody’s inside. There also aren’t any children on the playground or playing basketball like there normally would be. It seems a bit ghostly out.

With you two now sitting in the car in the practically-empty lot, you begin to wonder maybe this really was a dumb idea of yours.

I mean, what are you guys actually going to do?

With you two in this setting, wouldn’t people expect you two to be doing something shady or sketchy? Especially as the sky’s only growing somber by the minute.

“Do you care if I smoke a cig?” Jeno’s question interrupts your overthinking, making you turn, facing him.

“Go ahead.” you give him the green light to do so. It was his car after all.

Internally, you grimaced at now knowing the fact that he’s a smoker. You weren’t a fan of tobacco or nicotine, but if someone wanted to smoke, who were you to stop them?

Jeno rolls the window down halfway and reaches his hand into his door pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He puts the stick in between his mouth, allowing his lips to hold it as he brings the lighter to the end.

He flicks the lighter and the click hits your ears. Your eyes stay hooked on him once you hear it.

Jeno took a few quick breaths to ignite it, and it lit with ease. He sucked and held the smoke in his mouth for a moment, then removed the cigarette from his lips, letting the hot chemicals cool down before releasing a steady stream of smoke into the air towards his lowered window.

He immediately feels the buzz of pleasure from the nicotine rush to his brain. The warm air embraces his lungs like a comforting hug, allowing him to relax after a long day of unpacking.

Meanwhile, you weren’t in favor of cigarettes. You don’t understand the appeal in smoking something that in the end, is probably going to lead you closer to death by shortening your lifespan and bring trouble to your body. The aroma it left was harsh and acrid, and even eye-watering.

Though, even with how strongly you felt about smoking cigarettes, why was Jeno making it seem attractive?

Your attention is captivated on the erotic bittersweetness of the sight next to you. He made it seem so effortless, like it was second nature to him.

He seemed so carefree and rebellious in this moment. He obviously doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. The habit was hazardous, but the youthful, handsome man with strong features smoking in a dark car was glamorous in your perspective.

Jeno has to refrain from grinning as he notices your wonderment. He takes another drag before shooting you a question.

“Have you ever smoked before?”

“Not a cigarette, no.”

He suddenly moves his right hand with cigarette in hold in between you two, towards an empty tray you just now were made aware of. He taps the ash off the cigarette onto the ashtray, and to your surprise, gestures it towards you.

“Wanna try?” his voice husky.

Your mouth falls barely agape, caught off guard by his question.

You have to admit, even though you strayed away from cigarettes due to the long run danger they pose, you can’t help the burning curiosity fueling inside in trying it at least once.

Jeno made it look oddly satisfying, even in the midst of the now tarnished air and molten stench.

One puff wouldn’t kill you.

“Sure.” you reply, eyelids blinking at the stick in between his fingers.

Amusement is written all over Jeno’s face. He had a hunch before you even said anything that you’ve never smoked a cigarette before. You just seemed too sweet for that.

He found it mirthful that you want to try for yourself, and with him. There was something exciting in the fact that he’s about to watch you take your first ever drag. Knowing it was your first, there was a high chance you were going to be appalled by it. But it was going to be fun to watch, almost like he was corrupting your sweetness.

He brings the cigarette towards you and you carefully take it pinched between your thumb and forefinger.

The smoke envelops your nostrils, and you feel clammy all of a sudden with the cigarette in your hold and Jeno focused on you.

You were already overthinking the way you probably looked to him right now, so obviously amateur. And it was going to be humbling when you’re left coughing or can’t do it correctly.

Jeno can practically hear your worrisome thoughts turning, and is quick to kick them to the curb. “You don’t have to do it just because I am.”

“I actually want to try at least once in my life— for the plot, y’know?” you chuckled.

“Okay then. Just know I won’t tease you. Nobody’s first smoke is perfect.” he simply smiles, immediately bringing you support.

You don’t waste anymore time for the cigarette’s sake and wrap your lips around it, hollowing your cheeks as you take a shallow drag.

Your throat instantly feels irritated and on fire, feeling tight with the smoke you’ve just inhaled. All the toxic chemicals blaze your throat and lungs, leaving a bad taste to your mouth and it feels almost-suffocating.

A couple coughs rip from your throat, and you attempt to cover your mouth with your free hand and turn your form slightly towards the right, trying to shield yourself away Jeno from your embarrassing coughing fit.

You each let out a different curse word due to your actions, making the both of you laugh— of which, lowkey makes your throat feel even worse. Jeno quickly reaches over and removes the cigarette from your hold, dumping the ash on the tray and he keeps it between his fingers as he rummages around his car for a possible drink he may have lying around.

Luckily, he finds an unopened water bottle in his backseat. It unfortunately is room temperature and he doesn’t know how long it’s been in his car, but he doesn’t hesitate in opening it and offering it to you, which you gladly take.

“God! I fucking hated that.” you huff out after taking a few sips, now feeling calm. The ashy taste still was lingering in your mouth, making you slightly frown. The scent of the smog was definitely going to cling to your clothes— thankfully, your parents weren’t going to be home tonight to be greeted by it.

“Everyone’s first cigarette is terrible.” he chuckles before taking another drag, looking graceful and natural in doing so.

You can’t help the ping you feel in your heart from how you two now practically shared an indirect kiss, him choosing to continue smoking the cigarette instead of putting it out. You’re starting to feel hazy.

“I don’t think i’ll be smoking that ever again.” you scoff, taking another sip of water before reaching for and screwing the cap back on, placing it on one of his cup holders.

“That’s good, it doesn’t really suit you.” he says before enveloping his lips around the stick again.

Your eyes squint barely as you feel slightly offended from his comment. After blowing out the smoke, he notices your expression, and adds on to his words.

“You’re too sweet for that.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“You’re a pretty girl with frilly polka dot shorts who waits outside for ice cream and has a sweet nature. You just seem like you don’t do bad stuff like that.”

Warmth climbs from your neck up to your cheeks, not being able to maintain eye contact once ‘pretty girl’ rang in your ears. Pretty girl? Fuck, why would he say that.

“Duality exists. People can have multiple sides to them.” you voiced, trying to dismiss his comment from before off your mind.

Jeno nods his head in agreement, “Can’t argue with that.”

“Smoking isn’t good for you, though. You should stay away from it.” he utters, about to take another hit from his cigarette.

An incredulous expression takes over your face. “Well look who’s talking.” you teased, shaking your head slightly.

He pauses at your words, not being able to help the breathy laugh that escapes his throat.

“Indulging in cigarettes is like a hobby to me. It’s too late for me. I’m locked in for life.” he twirls the cigarette around his fingers, then brings it to his lips once again.

“So then should I stay away from you?” you mindlessly say, making you clutch the bottom frills of your shorts for comfort as you await for his response.

Jeno blows out smoke towards the window and turns to you, your fingers playing with the fabric of your shorts. He can’t help how cute you look in his passenger seat. You look so delicate, even in the dark interior of his car, even in the thick of the secondhand smoke air.

He’s torn between wanting to protect you and wanting to tamper with you. He could get a cavity just by looking at you. You were delightful and so new and sweet to him. You can be timid but you’ve been so open to embracing your new neighbor. You were a ball of sunshine, and he was the kind of guy parents hated just based off his looks alone.

Like you had said, there can be multiple sides to everyone. Just because someone seems to appear one way on the outside, or you base their personality off one side they’ve shown you, doesn’t define their entire persona.

Jeno really wants you two to get close together. Call him desperate, but he can already feel growing chemistry between you two. You barely met, but Jeno can’t help how he’s already so drawn to you.

And he intends to get to know every part of you.

Your fingers continue to fidget with your shorts, thighs pressed together, suddenly feeling small and hyper aware of your own existence within his presence.

“I kinda don’t want you too.”

“I already like you too much, think I could use someone like you in my life.”

Your nervous system is a whirlwind currently, the opposite of calm. Blood rushes to your head in hearing his response, ears becoming warm. A tight-lipped grin stretches across your face while averting your eyes from Jeno.

You can’t help the nervous giggle that comes out of you, unable to contain your emotions. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and it’s not just due to the smoke floating around.

Fuck. You don’t even know what to say to that.

He grins at your figure, his words clearly stirring something inside you. You avoid his gaze, pupils suddenly finding your lap more interesting and easier to look at than to meet his own eyes as you feel bashful.

Your fingers run along the goosebumps that now decorate the bit of exposed skin from your thighs, coy and still unable to think of a response. He makes you feel so silly and dumb, falling for his charisma.

Jeno’s eyes fall into your lap, following your small movements. You were visibly fidgety. He couldn’t help in wanting to reach over and place a hand protectively over your thigh. He then wonders what it would be like to hold your hand, or to tuck a stand of your hair behind your ear, or to kiss your lips.

He wants to act on instinct. The attraction and desire he has for you is too much for him to bear with you next to him in his car— in an empty parking lot.

He abruptly rolls up his window and reaches for the water bottle you drank out of from the cup holder, opening it and using a tiny bit of water to carefully add it to the ashtray, to stub his cigarette out properly.

You finally look up towards him because of his movements, watching and locking eyes once he’s finished.

“Y/n…” Jeno begins, head cocked slightly to the side, swallowing before continuing. “Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” he practically whispers.

Your heartbeat feels like it pauses and sinks for a moment when you process his words.

Who would’ve guessed you’d be put in this position today?

Jeno’s eyes carry passion and intensity, awaiting for your permission or any answer. He’s craving for your attention, and he can’t deny the carnal desire within him to make each other feel good right now.

“I’d really love to kiss you.” he mumbles, eyes falling to your lips, head still tipped slightly, like a puppy concentrated on you.

The outside world and any miscellaneous thoughts are drowned out by the intention behind his eyes. The tense air and his admirable stare makes you feel a sense of vulnerability. Your own lips are trembling and heart flutters.

You’re lost from his eagerness and interest in you, caught off guard that he felt some attraction towards you while you’ve been trying to ignore how handsome this man was.

It’s been long since you’ve had any ounce of intimacy with another person. Loneliness has consumed you lately. With Jeno showing up in your life out of the blue, confessing that he wants to kiss you even from the little time you’ve known each other, it makes you feel validated and enchanted.

You peer down at the ashtray and center console, being a barrier between the two of you.

It would be slightly discomforting to kiss him over the compartment. But you really did want to kiss him.

Given the fact that you were parked in a parking lot during the late evening, you wondered in the back of your mind secretly of the possibility of him wanting to fuck you. Honestly, you wouldn’t be opposed to that idea in the slightest. A hot guy like Jeno wanting you was generating intense euphoria in your brain.

You were definitely nervous and timorous but fuck, you wanted him to feed your desires and take you heatedly.

“Would the backseat be more comfortable?” you finally manage to speak, viewing him with doe eyes. You knew what you were implying— a bold move for you but you now know that he wants it, too.

Patience never really was your thing.

Jeno’s lips curl upwards, sending you a knowing-look in response to your comment. He gestures with his head to the backseat, “You wanna?”

You merely swallow and nod your head, eventually letting out a faint ‘yes.’

Excitement charges him up in how fast things turned. He opens his own door first, with you following and opening yours a second after, making your way to the backseat on your respective sides.

Frisson is present within the pit of your stomach as you move to the back. Your body hairs are raised due to the tingling sensation rippling all throughout your skin.

You were excited but apprehensive. You were suddenly taking a leap into a new adventure, which was you about to get fucked by your new neighbor in the backseat— in a school parking lot. It was definitely indecent, but lust persisted.

Your pupils flickered around nervously as you each sat in the back, growing sweaty with every second that passes, wondering how this was going to play out.

Jeno takes note of your body language and immediately speaks up. “Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable.”

“I’m okay, just a bit awkward.” you sigh out with a slight laugh.

He smiles and looks down at the decent amount of empty space in between you two.

“C’mere.” he says, signaling towards his lap.

You take a breath as you slip out of your shoes and move closer to him. Jeno stretches his arms out, pulling your weight to seat you on his lap. Your legs wrap around his waist, and your body stills, in disbelief that you’ve found yourself in this foreign position.

Although patience wasn’t your thing, this situation was unfamiliar to you. About to get fucked by someone you barely met was crazy for you. You craved him, but you were also scared something was going to go wrong, whether it was from you or him.

Jeno’s left hand rests on the small of your back, drawing circles with his thumb over the fabric of your t-shirt. His other hand slowly reaches towards the apple of your cheek, rubbing it carefully with the pad of his thumb.

Your tummy flutters wildly from his small touches and the desire emanating from his eyes as he scans you.

“Relax for me, pretty.”

“Can you touch me, hm?”

You don’t verbally respond. You pupils go back and forth between his face and neck as you hook your arms around the thick skin. Your lips parted in being careful with your movements, still in disbelief of this current moment. He called you pretty again.

He smiles at the feeling of your arms around him, and lowers his thumb down your face until it reached your lips, playing with your bottom lip, eyes hooked to something so inviting.

Your own eyes seek his lips, watching the tip of his tongue slip out to give his own a lick, making you force to resist in shifting in his lap out of anticipation or letting out a whimper.

He’s the one to rip the tension by seizing a kiss from you. He gently pulls your face in, and as his lips meet yours, your only focus was on the heat that ignited within you.

The kiss was warm and smokey. It was intense with the way his lips moved jointly with yours.

While you didn’t care for nicotine, the taste of Jeno’s lips was a drug you could see yourself becoming addicted to.

As more seconds pass, the kissing becomes increasingly passionate. You’re practically melting, and it intensifies even more with his scintillating touches.

He protectively keeps a hand around your back, keeping you in place and subtly pushing you in closer towards him. HIs other hand holds your jaw, keeping your face slightly angled and steady.

You can’t help but rub down your clothed crotch against his own, surprising you when your movement draws a deep moan from Jeno, making you quietly gasp.

“Fuck.” he breathes out before he meshes his moist tongue into your hot mouth, making you produce a moan in feeling the wet muscle explore your sensitive erogenous zone.

Your eyes are clenched shut and fingers suddenly find themselves messily fiddling through Jeno’s locks, mind and body lost in the rush of how you’re locked by his lips.

There’s a growing hardness felt through the lightweight material of your shorts. It’s a signal that he wants more, each of your endorphins going nuts by merely making out.

He pulls away from your swollen lips, breathless, hushed gasps filling one another’s ears. Jeno then maneuvers a hand to cradle the back of your head, and brings his face towards your left ear, simultaneously beginning to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Let me take care of you.” his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

His hands redirect to either side of your waist, feeling you up as he brings his face back and scans your face, awaiting for a verbal response.

“Please.” you whisper, warmth spreading across your skin.

“Please what?” he teases.

“Please undress me. Touch me— my body and pussy. Want you to.” you slip out, swallowing your pride. It was a bit embarrassing to say such things aloud in front of your new neighbor, but fuck it. He wanted you equally as bad.

Fully blushed and flushed out, your eyes fall down to stare blankly at his chest. Jeno is filled with amusement though, and hums in satisfaction at your words.

He smoothly reaches for your jaw and tilts it up so that you’re looking at him properly, bringing a buzz to your pussy from his dominance.

“You’re gonna be so good to me, sweet girl.” he says, caressing your face like you’re made of glass.

He brings you in for a couple more deep kisses, savoring how perfect your lips felt and tasted against his own.

He then confirms again with a nod if you’re okay to proceed further, to which you nod back, allowing him to remove your shirt. He also helps you shimmy out of those cutesy shorts of yours, tossing the clothes somewhere up front.

Although you still have your undergarments on and you agreed to do this, you feel so exposed and vulnerable now. Jeno was still fully clothed while he began to fiddle with your bra strap, which made this feel unfair.

“Let me take off your shirt.” you whined and batted your lashes at Jeno, causing him to halt his attempt in wanting to remove your bra next.

He can’t help but smile as you grab onto his flannel shirt, waiting for him to give you the signal to remove it. You were so fucking cute.

“My bad, pretty. I’m all yours.” he kissed your cheek before allowing you to do so, which made you burn inside with all kinds of sensual emotions.

He watched you in awe as you shakily started to undo all his buttons, entertained in seeing the curiosity behind your eyes of unveiling what lies beneath the fabric.

With his shirt now open, he fully removed it himself by pulling off the sleeves and threw it in the growing pile up front, leaving his entire torso bare.

Now uncovered, you can’t help the admiration beholding your eyes as you view his exposed skin.

It shouldn’t have been such a shocker that a handsome face like his had the perfect body to match: hard chest, sculpted abs, and lean waist that contrasted from his broad shoulders.

You really lucked out.

“Like what you see?” Jeno can’t help but snicker, aware that he had this effect on people. You just boosted his ego even more.

You can’t help but giggle at the cliche line, eyes timidly flying away from his torso. Unfortunately he doesn’t get a verbal response from you, but he knows how you feel inside.

“For the record… I definitely like what I see.” he traces the edges of your body, appreciating your skin and details.

Your eyes redirect to his face, watching him eye you hungrily, his fingers beginning to delicately feather over the lace detailing of your bra. Your breathing slows, air tense with you seated over him and his vision glued heartily on you.

His eyes find yours with his fingers still over your bra. You pump your chest out a bit, gesturing to him that you want things to proceed and to remove the rest of your garments.

He immediately leads his hands to your back, unhooking your lacy bra. Your mounds spill out as he removes it and tosses it to the side, the sight making his cock so pumped, full of blood.

“Beautiful girl.” he mumbles, then latches his mouth onto the underside of your ear, making you angle your face to give him better access.

The open-mouth kisses he leaves activates the nerves around your neck. It tickles for a second, but he hits that sweet spot of yours, making you melt.

You’d give into any demand of his with the way his warm lips suck and nibble over your delicate skin. You grind down into him, arms hooked around his neck, clutching for security or else you’d probably melt away.

Your sex only covered by thin panties rutting against his cock straining through his jeans has him groaning into your neck. He zealously continues to suck on your neck, adding gentle bites and hot licks in between, making you arch your neck to the front and moan out of pure bliss. You secretly hope he’d leave a mark or two, so you’d have a visual reminder of this heated night for a few days.

His kisses meander to your throat and chest, tongue sliding out to trace all around one of your areolas, lips then enfolding over the nipple.

Squeals of delight reign free from your throat at Jeno’s foreplay, continuing while he engulfs and sucks both your firm nipples.

“You sound so pretty for me, girly.” he rasps out, dragging his lips over your fleshy, supple breasts.

The nickname sends lightning straight to your core, making you whimper in neediness.

Jeno ends the fun with enjoying your tits to start the pleasure awaiting for him from your cunt.

His left hand holds you while his right hand travels down your tummy, until it reaches the bit of skin below your navel.

There’s a dark appetite visible in his orbs. He looks at you for any sign of uneasiness while his hand goes down. Your breath only hitches, pussy tingling with a quiet gasp from your mouth once his fingers rubbed down to your panty-covered cunt.

It’s so damp and warm down here, he thinks to himself.

“So horny, aren’t we now?”

The way he talks to you alone makes you ignite within.

He decides to pull your underwear to the side, his fingers now coming in full, bare contact with the outside of your pussy.

You’re practically holding your breath at this point, waiting for him to play with you, anticipating the feeling.

“Me too.” he utters, answering his own rhetorical question before he starts running his fingers slowly around your clit.

His touch on your swelling bud causes another hushed gasp to come from you. He’s beyond pleased by listening to all the noises your voice produces due to his sultry touches.

His finger tips slid over your clit and then inched down, feeling the outside of your sex and letting you grow accustomed to his touch.

He ends up sliding one finger up your hole, leaving your mouth ajar and body to quiver from him inserting it in.

Jeno’s tongue licks around his teeth while he fingers you, your walls so tight around his finger.

“Relax for me, hm?” he leans in to kiss you, easing your body to the feeling.

His lips continuously colliding with your own makes you lost for a moment, body fuzzy and loosened up until he decides to squeeze in another finger.

The jolt of pressure wrenched a moan out of you, making Jeno draw back to bite his lip and laugh quietly. It was such a turn on for him to listen and see the beautiful noises and faces you make— and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He was prepping your pussy for his own length, already salivating in thinking of you taking him whole.

His long, thick fingers curl into a ‘hook’ motion, causing your legs to shake in lust and a shiver runs inside your core that tingled.

“Mhmmm…” you mewled, starting to subconsciously grind and meet the movements of his fingers toying with your moist and velvety sex.

Watching your responses to his movements feels so good to Jeno. He can feel you start to clamp around his digits, making his own mouth open and turn into a smirk. His cock is painfully hard, begging to be free and feel that clamping sensation that his own fingers do. He really hates to rip you from nearing your climax, but he’d rather you both cum together, your body underneath his.

With that, he halts his movements and removes his fingers. A broken whine rips from your throat at the feeling of him leaving your needy cunt. You could practically cry. Desperation clouded over you.

Jeno quickly quiets you down with now inserting those sticky fingers of his inside your mouth, causing you to hum around his digits, eyes wide and then closed shut.

The fullness and heaviness from his fingers and your own essence weighing over your tongue has your pussy clenching over nothing. You eagerly suck your wetness from his fingers, not bothered that he was just in you. This was all so racy.

“Such a good girl for me— fuck.” he groans, watching you suck his fingers in, your teeth faintly raking over them, cock twitching at how dirty this sweet girl was.

“Gonna make you cum from my cock, don’t worry.”

He removes his fingers from your mouth, pulling you off his lap, motioning you to lay back down.

Your heart rate picks up as you carefully lie over his backseat. He traces the delicate curves of your hips and finds his way to the band of your underwear, you each sharing a nod of consent for him to remove them.

He tugs them down and off, tossing them and he gets you to pull your knees up, allowing more room for Jeno within this limited space.

He mentally whistles at the sight of your princess parts and the position you’re in, waiting for him to take you in the back of his car.

He doesn’t waste anymore time and hastily gets rid of his confining jeans and briefs, his cock immediately standing proudly once his underwear is pulled off.

The sight of his big and thick, towering manhood has your breath stuck in your throat.

While he moves and reaches over to dig for a condom in his glove compartment, your palms become sweaty in the thought of him squeezing his length inside you.

He looked absolutely delicious, but you weren’t sure if you could handle someone as big as him.

Jeno finds a condom, ripping the plastic open with his teeth and flings the wrapper out of sight. He stretches the rubber over his length, precum already leaking from his tip.

As he inches towards you, you can’t help but voice your concern.

“Will it fit? you shakily breathed.

Jeno can’t help but tilt his head, staring at you intently. His lips can’t help but curl, offering you a reassuring smile.

His lips suddenly find themselves over your knees, pressing a gentle kiss over both of them, making your heart pump with fondness.

“We will make it fit.”

“Let me know if it hurts, okay? Don’t want you in pain, pretty.”

“Okay.” is all you say, still sweaty, but ready for him to enter you, core aching to be touched again.

He massages the inside of your thighs with care, trying to ease you up some more. He grabs his length and rubs it along your folds— especially dragging the tip past your clit, making you moan at the sensation.

He finally takes it upon him to prudently push his cock into your entrance, his mouth open while he starts to stretch you out.

Your legs immediately hook around him and rest on his lower back, meanwhile your arms decide to cling onto his beefy biceps for support. You cry out a moan from the pressure.

“It’s okay, girly, I got you.”

“You’re safe with me. Gonna take care of you.” Jeno’s breath fans over your face before he captures your lips with his. His hips slowly begin to roll as you kissed him back with enthusiasm, a burst of adrenaline racing through your bloodstream.

Your walls practically swallowed him, cock fitting so snug inside you. His left hand brushed into your hair, running his fingers loosely around your locks, making you relax from his touch.

“God! You— you’re so big.” you blatantly puffed out, starting to feel his thick cock brush past your walls.

“Yeah? You can take it, pretty— right?” the blood in Jeno’s body starts to boil due to the warmth encompassing his length, and from the sense of pride filling him from your reaction to his size.

He begins to start a steady pace with his hip movements, sliding his cock in and out— not all the way, but enough to stimulate your sensitive walls.

He falls into a natural pattern as your body accepts him well. Your vision darts upwards towards the roof of the car, beginning to lose yourself to his fat cock.

Though it quickly lowers again when his head dips into your right breast, tongue slipping out and starting to twist around your erect nipple.

A mewl jumps out of you, hands redirecting to his muscular back with your nails pressing tightly into his skin.

“C’mon, talk to me.” Jeno rasps, making brief eye contact with you for a second before he briskly attacks your entire right breast with his mouth. He ferociously makes out with your mound and marks you, painting you with reddish-purple splotches and leaving the flesh sheening in spit.

His hunger for attention and to get you both off is ardent. Every other thrust into you is rigid. He was pacing himself at first to start off, but now his rhythm increases to fuck you hard and his length travels into you deep. He has no intention in holding back his horniness.

Lack of words from you aside from the whimpers and moans has him moving a hand to touch and toy with your clit. His calloused fingers alternate between softly pinching and sliding his fingers in a back-and-forth motion along the puffy bud.

“Oh— God! Jeno!” the attentiveness he shows to your aching clit while ramming into you has you scream his name. It has you automatically canting your hips up to meet his thrusts into you.

Your reactions and hearing his name from your voice drives Jeno wild. Breathy grunts leave his mouth, hips continuing in chasing both of your highs.

The current setting and moment is electrifying. Fucking in the car in a school parking lot was obscene and limited compared to bed space, but it was still extremely mind-numbing and euphoric sex.

Your frame caged under Jeno’s ripped body is like a dream. You felt so helpless in this position, but couldn’t possibly wish for him to stop. It was so hot seeing and feeling his figure fuck you into oblivion.

Your body rocking over the leather car seats only amplifies your feeling of sensitivity and arousal. God, how amazing it felt for Jeno to be pleasing you in this way was. You can’t even imagine how good it would be to fuck in other ways— in other places, with him.

His relentless efforts has your mouth stuck open. The arousement increases the amount of saliva within your mouth. Surprise catches you when some of it seeps out the corner of your mouth.

Your tongue lolls out in attempt to catch the drool before it fully falls, failing miserably as it rapidly trickles down from the corner, to your chin. Quickly, you wipe it off messily and then place your hand back over his skin, but it’s obvious that Jeno sees what just happened, as he’s right over you— much to your embarrassment.

Though, his cock surges in amusement, and so does his other head. You were literally drooling over his cock. How fucking sexy was that? Wonder how’d you look on your knees giving him the messiest head. Oh how he hopes to have that thought come to life one day.

“Mhm. So hot— fucking my cute, pretty neighbor. You like that too, hm? You like the feeling of your big neighbor on top and inside of you?” he teases you, watching your pretty figure being ruined beautifully by him. His filthy words mix with his dirty, animalistic movements.

“Feels so full and good, Jeno!” you choke out. You’re blissed out, feeling like the band in your core may snap soon.

There you go saying his name again, making Jeno groan repeatedly in ecstasy, dragging his cock deep into you, his weighty sack occasionally slapping against your bottom.

“Yeah? So full of me, pretty.”

“Taking me so well, like a good girl.”

Heat swells in your cheeks from his comments and the hot temperature and pressure felt as he fucks you. As much as you savor it, it’s becoming too much. The finish line is coming close to being ripped apart.

The thrill in the pit of your stomach has it churning. His long, deep strokes, each of your various moans bouncing off the tinted windows, his gruffly voice, and his finger-work over your sensitive bud— it’s all captivating you to feel an abundance of dopamine rush.

A shiver in your core tingles consistently. You’re beginning to lose control. It’s like you’re stoned and can’t focus on anything aside from the intensity of that tingly pressure present within you.

“Gonna cum, Jeno.” your voice cracked while your muscles tightened.

“Fuck,” he hisses at the tight grip of your walls swallowing him from the tip to base.

Your eyes rolled back behind your trembling lashes, and he watches with a keen stare and relishes in your smutty sounds. It all only encourages him to keep persisting to reach the peak.

And then, you finally break.

Your fluid expels from your pussy, lubricating your walls and leaving you a whimpering, wet mess.

Jeno pushes through your spasming, feeling the warmth spreading in your heated cunt through his condom. His own muscles can’t resist in clenching hard. He pushed you over the edge and possessed your mind and body with euphoria.

It’s practically heaven. His balls tighten and eyebrows push together with hips starting to slow down as strings of cum begin to fill his condom. It’s so relieving that a few guttural moans come out from his throat.

His hot seed falling into the condom is so fulfilling, sack emptied. All this activity has left him sweaty all over and mouth dry. His chest continues to heave and he carefully pulls out of you.

You shake and shiver now that the tension is dying down, and your muscles try to relax after the satisfying orgasm.

Jeno is quick to remove his used condom and tie it, abandoning it in a random spot in the car. He’ll of course, clean his car later.

He reaches towards the front of the car to search for his shirt, and then edges back to you.

“Hey, you were amazing, sweet girl. Let me help you.” Jeno spoke softly to you while the back of his fingers stroke one of your shaky thighs.

He began to use his shirt as a rag for any wetness seeping out and around the outside of your cunt.

You couldn’t help but flush at the aftercare he shows you, even while in a car and not hesitating to sacrifice his shirt to wipe your spills. Seems like chivalry isn’t dead after all.

“Thank you.” you say to him when he’s finished.

He just smiles at you, eyes crinkling as he sticks out a hand for you to grab, and helps you sit up next to him.

Still both fully naked, you still feel flushed and exposed now that the sex was over. Your breasts hanging out and his cock lying limp over his thigh was too hard to ignore. Jeno notices, and quickly gathers your t-shirt for you and his briefs for him, making you thank him once again.

You don’t know what to say now and he doesn’t know what to do. It’s obvious now that you two have an attraction to one another. But, where do you two go from here? Will this be a one time thing? Or maybe a friends-with-benefits type of deal? Guess you didn’t need a label right away, you barely know him. But you know you needed more of him, in any way— sexual or not.

In the midst of each of your silence, Jeno decides to reach for your hand, clasping his fingers with your own under his. He gently squeezes your hand, causing your own legs to squeeze together, beginning to feel a sense of giddiness inside.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, thumb beginning to soothe you as he drags it back and forth the side of your hand.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” the words leap out of you, making you cringe as soon as they come out.

Mortification washes over you. Why the fuck would you ask that? What are you even implying?

Your sudden question makes him chuckle and grin, especially now that you already fucked. You guys are just now having this conversation.

“No Y/n, I don’t. I’m one-hundred percent single.” he smirks at you, thumb still tracing your skin.

His answer is pleasing to your ears. You try not to show how obviously happy you are with that. A faint smile is all you allow yourself to show.

“You don’t have a boyfriend now, do you?” he tilts his head at you, eyes playful.

“I don’t.” you spoke softly.

Just like you, Jeno finds himself content with your answer.

“Good girl.”

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rakurairagnarok · 1 year ago

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I dedicate this story to my good friend and writing buddy @idesofrevolution. Merry Christmas buddy and please PLEASE Enjoy. Happy holidays to everyone and Happy TF's.

A Green Christmas

`What!!`

Ryan screamed at the news.

You sighed.

´I have no choice, my family has to move, and I have to go as well, I don´t have any accommodation here.´

Ryan grumbled. `Bro... you can´t leave me man... you´re my best bud.´

You grimaced. Your friend had been acting weird lately. You used to be super close, and you honestly still are, but your interests had began to shift. You used to play games, watch cartoons and study together, but lately Ryan had become absent from you life. He had been ´busy´ with other things but his grades had been plummeting and he had picked up smoking. Ryan had no idea you knew this, but you had seen the pictures from your classmates. His wardrobe had changed too. Before he would wear shirts and khakis, now its oversized shirts and hoodies. He started wearing contacts as well, which, to be honest, was a great look for him, he looked very handsome without glasses. His lingo had switched as well. No more academic jargon. Just simple sentences, which almost always had at least one bro in them.

`Look Ryan, I really am sorry, but I just can´t make this work´

Your family was moving, and while you were a college student, who by all accounts should have received some form of scholarship due to your amazing grades, you never did. The truth however, was that you wanted to move. The alienating feeling you got from your former best friend broke something in you, and you had to put some distance between eachother. You could easily apply for the on-campus dormitories but you just couldn`t bear staying near the now almost stranger.

`Look you´d better go, I want to be home before Christmas and I still have a lot of packing to do.'

Ryan sighed and left. After closing the door behind him, You let out a grunt.

"Why does it have to be this way! What happend to him?"

Reluctantly you began packing. Your father would come and get you and your things on Christmas eve, so you had your work cut out for you. You were currently staying Ryan, but this had always been a temporary solution. Ryan's landlord didn't want two friends staying together only couples or families. Ryan had become quite open to you about his sexuality. He had told you he was bisexual and that he could always tell the landlord the two of you were dating, but you had declined. You had a hard enough time not getting picked on. If word would get out that you two were dating, you would not be able to survive. What Ryan didn't know is that you were in fact also bisexual. You really liked girls but men really were where you got your satisfaction. From porn that is, because you were still a virgin. You grew up in a strict Christian household, with a Father from the south. Your parents would never approve and they were the reason you didn't have to work, so coming out was never an option.

A loud knock shook you from your deep train of thought. You opened the door and Ryan was standing right there, smiling.

"Steven, can we talk bro?"

"Ryan, I told you. I need to pack for..."

"Please, just for a little while."

"...Fine..."

Ryan walked in and sat down on your bed.

"Look man... I've been thinking... I need to be honest with you about something."

You looked at your former best friend with confusion. He had been so dominant and confident these last few weeks, and all of a sudden he looked shy and insecure.

"I... I picked up smoking... and... not just cigarettes. Weed too"

You sighed.

"I know Ryan, I have seen you. Don't worry, it's whatever... Your body, your choice."

Ryan smiled.

"Yeah for reallll broo but, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"What is it?" You asked, slightly impatient.

"Come sit down first" Ryan had this shit eating grin on his face, his perfect white teeth on display. Wait that doesn't sound right. he had braces right?

Because you took so long, Ryan grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the bed, right next to him.

"What the hell man!" You exclaimed.

He quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders, his musky scent drilling into your nose, and holds something up to your face.

"I really, really want to smoke this with you man. Like dying wish and shit."

You look down and see a blunt in between his fingers.

"I don't smoke Ryan, you know this" You point out.

" Just one hit bro, that's all, I won't tell anyone, you don't have to smoke any more, just humor me with this man."

You took a deep breath and wanted to decline, but then something clicked.

"You know what. Sure."

Ryan's grin widened. 'Let's fucking go bro!!!" He quickly grabbed a lighter, and lit the blunt.

He took the first hit, blowing the smoke right into your face, the fumes invading your nose and throat, leaving you gasping for air.

"Sorry there bro, just wanted to give you a little taste."

"I'm only taking one hit bro... fuck" Your eyes widen not only did you just curse, something which you rarely do, you also just used bro in your sentence. Hoping he didn't notice you hold out your hand to take the blunt.

Ryan, who's grinning from ear to ear, hands you the blunt, and you quickly take a hit. You deeply inhale, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and the weed invade your brain. A single hit, and you can almost feel your brain stopping.

"W...whaaat the fuuuuuck" You mumble. Your jaw slacks a bit as the smoke escapes from your lips.

"You gonna take that hit or not bro?" Ryan asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Huh didn't I just?'' You asked confused.

"Bro are you already tripping? I just blew some smoke in your face man, thats all. Now come on bro, you promised."

You took a hit, taking a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs, and your whole body. Slowly blowing out you feel constricted. You look down to see your buttoned up shirt bulging. You tug on it a bit, and it flies open, revealing a chiseled abdomen and two meaty pecs.

"Brooo wat the fahk' You mumble. "My chest is so big... what the hell"

"Yeah bro I know right. I love that strain. Made me who I am today" Ryan smirks as he takes off his hoodie showing his massive arms and chest.

You look in awe as he stretches a bit, his smooth torso , and bulging muscles on display. He drops his sweats, showing off a massive bulge in his white briefs as he looks at you and smirks.

"Wanna take another hit bro?"

Before he even finished his sentence the blunt was back in your mouth, filling you up with even more smoke. You look down and begin to giggle as you bounce your growing pecs.

"Huhuhu broo they are so bigg... what the shit..." You say as a familiar musk begins radiating from your growing body.

Ryan smiles back.

"Yeah bro you're getting so fuckin huge. You're so hot"

You look at him with a flushed face.

"What... did you say?"

"You're hot. You look amazing."

"Thanks..." You can't help but blush, seeing as he himself is a fucking model.

"You're really hot yourself" You say with a beetred face

Ryan stops smiling and looks at you. He sits down and looks you in the eyes.

"I don't want you to go Stevey. I love you..."

Your eyes widen at the words, and before you know it, his lips get pressed against yours. Before you can react he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and a torrent of smoke follows suit. It's almost as if hes blowing you up, and it feels that way too, Your muscles getting bigger, your mind hazier, and your dick... well...

You manage to push away and look at him.

"Ry... I ... "

"yeah?"

"I think... no ... I know... I love you too man"

Ryan signature shit eating grin flies back onto his face.

"Fuck yeah bro!!"

A sheepish smile creeps onto your face as you grab the blunt from his fingers, taking a massive hit before grabbing his neck and blowing the smoke into his mouth.

"You're so sexy." You say as he blows the smoke back into your face.

"What about you then, such a fucking cute stud you are"

The two of you continue laughing, finishing the blunt before crawling into each others arms.

You text your dad that he doesn't have to come get you anymore, as you will be staying with your boyfriend, and promptly block him afterwards.

You nuzzled up to your boyfriends pit and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing and it bricked you up knowing you smell the same.

This will be a pretty special Christmas.

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#transformation #male muscle growth #rakurai #gay tf #male transformation #dumbing down #blunt #stoner #gift #bisexual #coming out #musk

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nathanbatemanfucker · 1 year ago

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NOISE with any member of the system, and make it dirtyyyyy 😏😏😏

White Noise

summary: when Steven hears a sound in the night, he thinks he’s coming to your rescue.

pairing: afab!reader x steven grant (mentions of marc and jake)

contents: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, reader listening to spicy audios, masturbation, embarrassment, kissing, fluff, get together

wc: 1k

an: here you are my loveee, i hope you enjoy this. it turned a little softer than I’d anticipated but i see potential for something a little spicier in the future 😏😏. also yes reader is listening to a quinn audio, @/quinn SPONSOR ME. (banner below is @cafekitsune)

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Steven is a light sleeper. Marc could sleep through a nuclear war, and Jake…well he hardly ever sleeps. But, Steven stirs at the softest of sounds.

It’s not often these days that the system switches without permission, especially not in the middle of slumber, but while Marc has fallen asleep earlier in the night it’s Steven who wakes to this noise in the middle of the night.

Despite its obvious disruption the noise is soft, a simple hum that comes from the shared drywall between your room and his. The next sound is a little louder— it comes from your mouth, he’s sure. A muffled cry, one that has his heart racing and his worry up.

He jumps out of bed with grace— a grace he’s still growing accustomed to. That and the other to men in his head, the old pigeon that rules parts of their lives. He slips into the hallway, starting the short walk to your room. As he gets closer the sounds get clear, louder.

Are you crying? Did you hurt yourself? Or watch another sad romance film that brought you to tears?

Yes, as he gets closer the sounds do get clearer— especially to Marc. His mind always goes straight to the gutter with you even though he tries his best to be respectful. But he’s imagined what you would sound like during sex time and time again and right now, you sound pretty close to the edge. Where he wants to lead you over and over.

Wait Steven, Marc calls out in the headspace but it’s too late.

He’s opened the door, and his eyes find you immediately. He opens his mouth to say something but it dies in his throat at the sight of you splayed out in bed.

The moonlight must be made for you, the way it feels like a spotlight, lighting up your skin. His eyes slowly travel down your body, drinking in every detail about you.

There’s a white set of overhead earphones on your head, your eyes squeeze shut as you moan softly. It must be the reason why he could hear you, the reason you haven’t moved yet to yell at him. You’re in an oversized t-shirt that’s seen much love— it would go down your knees if it wasn’t currently scrunched up at your belly. Like this he has a view that has only ever lived in his dreams, in their dreams, Marc and Jake’s too. They can all deny it to each other all they want, but at the end of the day they share a brain. And though they’d all discovered it differently, they all share a deep desire for you.

God, he shouldn’t be doing this. He should close his eyes right now and walk back into his room. Apologize to you and forget this ever happened. He’s about to do just that when you whimper his name. His eyes fly to your own once more, he’s sure he’s caught now but your eyes are still closed.

Are you…thinking of him? Getting yourself off and thinking of him? The idea has his knees weak.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Steven,” You whine, back arching as you reach the peak of pleasure. He can see the your slick on the head of the vibrator, and reflexively licks his lips.

There’s no mistaking it now. You’re thinking of him, cumming and thinking of him. He shifts on his feet, all too aware of how hard he is right now. It seems Marc and Jake are nowhere to be found, they must be in just as much shock as he is.

You shriek, sitting up and covering yourself, the moment causing your headphones to fall off your head. “What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing in here?”

Steven’s cheeks burn, turning a bright red as he stumbles over his words, “I—I’m sorry, I— you— I thought you were crying and I— I should go.”

“You thought I was crying?”

“Well, yeah, I sort of…heard you whimper and I thought you might need some…comforting. But that is obviously not the case, you’ve just taken quite good care of yourself,” He says, wincing as he regrets the words immediately.

“That’s um, that’s sweet of you. Did you— you heard I imagine.”

“Heard? Oh, um, not if you didn’t want me to. I’ll change my name. Actually, I don’t even have a name anymore. Taken care of,” He jokes, fiddling with his fingers.

“I’ve made things so awkward, I’m sorry. I know it’s not like that for you. For any of you.”

“You think…you think we don’t feel the same?” He asks incredulously.

You stare back at him, completely confused. Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Your mouth opens to ask but nothing comes out, your throat dry.

“You drive us mad, love,” He says once he realizes that you won’t speak.

Jake and Marc immediately start to protest, but what’s done is done. There’s some twinkle in your eye, a glimmer of hope that what Steven says is true. And while this is scary for all of them, when met with the thought of rejecting you, neither of them could stomach it.

“Really?”

“Really. Can I?” He points to the edge of the bed.

“Oh, uh, sure,” You awkwardly move your vibrator and phone to the nightstand to clear some room for him.

He comes to sit, not too far but near enough to reach your hand, squeezing it, “I know we’ve skipped quite a bit on the standards of dating. The whole living together, and well now this. And I know there’s…three of us but would you—“

“Yes,” You say easily, not letting him finish.

He chuckles, “I haven’t even asked completely, love.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’d do anything with you.”

Your words warm him from the inside out, breeding confidence. He cups your cheek, leaning forward to press his mouth to yours in a sweet, tentative kiss. You melt against him, hand raising to rest over his own. He smells good, like pine and citrus and the feeling of his lips against yours makes you feel like you’re floating.

“I’m sorry that I walked in on you like this,” He mumbles into your mouth through a smile.

You lean back, a wide grin on your face as you shake your head a little, “I’m not.”

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x afab!reader #moonknight x reader #moonknight system x reader #moonknight fanfiction #steven grant smut #moonknight smut #summer blurbs #not sfw #arson writes

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chubbycelebs · 10 months ago

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My Chocolate Factory Experience (pt 1)

The corridor was going on for ages. We’d just entered the factory and we’ve spent the first 10 minutes just walking down the corridor. All 6 of us, never had met any of them before. This was our first time meeting after being the 5 lucky winners of Wonka’s Chocolate Factory tour. As I looked down the line of boys I realised it was a good mix of very sexy men. All of them could’ve been my type.

Next to me a man called Aidan. Aidan was a rather tall guy, a bit more filled out than me, sporting a slight belly, that was pressed against his white shirt, jiggle slightly as we walked through the factory. His low cut T-shirt let the tops of his chest hair poke out that connected to a lush thick beard covering his face. His thick body and beard hair made up for the lack of on his head as he was completely bald, making his head look slightly egg like with his chubby face. From the brief conversations I’d had with him he seemed like a bit of a loser, not doing much with his life apart from getting take out and playing video games so it was no shock to him when he won his ticket. “I get a bar like everyday so to be honest wasn’t much of a shock when I opened one and it had a ticket in. I’m a sucker for these Wonka bars. Could eat them all day!” It was obvious he used to be quite good looking when he was younger, but his thinned hair and slowed metabolism made him look like a chubby loser.

Next to Aidan was an older man, Simon who was probably around 40 years old. Simon was quite chatty so was we were walking he told us a lot about his life. He worked on a farm, which made his naturally dirty look make some sense. He had a scruffy face, an untamed beard and messy hair. His outfit was no better, having several holes in it and seemed a little too snug around parts of his body. Simon said he spent a lot of the afternoon on his front deck drinking beer and eating bbq food which was evident in his figure. He had a rounded gut, thick hips and strong arms. I could picture him actually being good looking back when he was younger and more clean. But there was something quite attractive about his scruffy dad bod look. He said he was lucky to have won the competition to this factory, “I don’t eat much chcolate me” he said in a very Yorkshire accent, “but me son got me a bar and I opened it and there it was. The golden ticket. I offered it to him but he said nah. Heard stories about people coming here and changing but I don’t care. How often do you get to come somewhere like this eh?”

Next to him waddled the largest man here, Brian. Brain was a competitive eater who spent all day everyday expanding his stomach to each as much food as he could. Just by the looks of him he was probably around 300lbs. His limbs were rounded and he walked like his legs were too fat to be in this much use. He had a huge rounded gut that stuck right out and a large chest that sat on top of them. He covered his body the best he could with oversized clothes but I think he just wore them so he had some growing room today. He had a very round head and thick long brown hair. He had put his hair in a bun but I could tell it was very well looked after. Brian didn’t speak much to us all as he was huffing and puffing just walking down the long corridor let alone talking. We all knew how he got the ticket anyway it was obvious.

To my other side was my personal favourite guest on the tour, Jamie. To me Jamie was the sexiest one there.

His body was one of a man that seemed so strong and well built with a few hints of his greedy side. His arms were thick and his legs were so strong. Even his chest seemed to be pumped just by looking through his shirt. His stomach didn’t resemble abs however, to my delight he had a very sexy rounded stomach. It pushed against his top and every so often I’d look down to catch a glance. Hi stomach wasn’t the only thick thing about him however. He had the cutest and most perfect fat ass. It was so perfectly rounded and filled his jeans to the point they were slightly stretched. Oh the things I would do to this man. Jamie described his surprise when he won the ticket to the factory. “I hardly ever eat sweet stuff” I call bullshit “but the one day I do decide to reward my self with a chocolate bar I win a ticket! Must be the universe telling me something!” I think his blissful ignorance of his greedy habits was cute.

Then there’s me, Declan, a tall skinny guy, with messy brown hair and a defined face. There was nothing special about me compared to my bigger companions. I had a sprinkling of hair on my chest that lead down to my skinny hairy stomach. If anything I was too skinny and longed to be a bit bigger. I wasn’t skinny due to lack of trying. Infact the reason I even got to the factory was during one of my feeding sessions. “I had a friend over and we had ordered food for the evening and we were still hungry and I got the chocolate bar and won!” I couldn’t tell the group from the get go that I was with a feeder who was desperately trying to plump me up. Once I won the ticket however he encouraged me to go. Just like Simons son he had heard rumours of this factory changing people and I was here to explore what exactly would happen to us boys.

We were now approaching the end of the corridor and came to a grand brown door. Wonka, who had been very silent on our trip down the corridor, turned his head and looked at us all. “This my dear friends is possible the best room in the factory.” Wonka turned the keys in the doorway and placed his hand on handle. “This is my chocolate meadow.” Wonka pushed the door forward and a bright light blinded us all. Once our eyes adjusted we saw the most beautiful place. It was a huge room, with the brightest green grass and lush bushes and flowers. The outer wall was filled with large trees and that swirled upwards. There was something almost not real about it. It all seemed slightly fake. Past the opening of the meadow we saw the river. The river was chocolate. The thick river rushed through the scene and filled the air with its chocolatey goodness. “This room is just any old meadow my friends no. Everything in this room is edible. The grass the dirt the trees everything. I recommend you try everything. You’ll never get a chance like this again.” I heard a round of bellies rumbling. I looked down the line. Brian had his mouth wide open, almost drooling. Simon and Aidan were pointing and things in the room saying “I’m having that first!” “No way I’m gonna scoff that.” “Well then? What are you waiting for boys? Fill your bellies!” Wonka shouted as he moved into the room. With these words we all jumped forward and made our way into the room. I don’t think I’d ever see Brian run but his fat ass ran so fast towards the largest cherry bush there was. Aidan and Simon ran straight into the woods, grabbing on branches and low hanging fruits. I followed Jamie to the edge of the forest where he had sat him self down by a cluster of mushrooms. I watched as he picked one up and it burst with thick cream. He licked his hand and ate the whole thing in one. “Omg you’ve got to try this man!” He said his mouth still filled with cream. I sat next to him and grabbed one and started eating it. Oh he was so right it was so thick and rich and buttery and light. I’d never tasted anything like it.

I looked over at Brian and saw that he had eaten his way through the base of a tree and it had fallen into the meadow. He was going to town eating the whole trunk of the tree. “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much in my life” I said, kinda in shock, kind of impressed by how quickly Brian had devoured nearly a whole tree.

“I don’t know. Some days I get like that” Jamie said as he started grabbing handfuls of dirt. “I just get so hungry nothing can fill me up. Why I’ve still got this” he pats his belly and then gives it a little shake. My eyes are fixated on his gut now. Blood was rushing through my body. The thought of filling Jamie up, growing him large as he can’t control his urge to eat.

“Don’t think there’s any need to get rid of it though. It suits you. In fact it really looks hot on you” I say unable to hold back my urges.

“Ya think so?” Jamie says now lifting his shirt up. His stomach was rolled over the top of his jeans. His hairy belly was perfectly rounded and sat so cutely on his lap. I don’t think I’d ever seen a more perfect person to fatten up.

“Oh that gut is perfect” I say in response. I pry my eyes away to see Jamie smirking. I reach over to a mushroom and pick it off the ground. I bring it to his mouth and watch as he licks my hand clear of the cream. He pays extra attention to the tips of my fingers, sucking every last drop of the thick cream.

Jamie reaches out and grabs a handful of chocolatey dirt. “Your turn” he says almost threateningly. My heart skips. I let him push his hand against my lips and I open my mouth to allow for his fingers to enter. I lick every little bit of the dirt off his hand. In this moment it was common knowledge that we were both into this and we wanted to see where this could go.

Just then as we begin to lean closer to each other, we heard a huge splash. We both look over at the river bank. We don’t see anyone but the ripples on the surface of the river. We get up and run to the bank and see a chocolate covered Brian flapping around in the river. He is covered head to toe in thick chocolate. He was gasping for air everytime he came up, each gasp filling his mouth with more chocolate. Me and Jamie watched in shock as he kept flapping around. I was so interesting now to see what would happen to this hog. This is why I came here.

Wonka slowly approached us and looked into the river. “Oh dear oh dear. Belly too big he rolled right in there. I knew this hog would cause some issues” Wonka mocked the fat man. As the three of us kept on watching the man desperately try and get above the chocolate we noticed something was changing.

“Is he..?” Jamie starts.

“Getting fatter? Why yes my dear boy he is.” Brian was most definitely growing wider by the second. His oversized clothes had very much seen better days. His belly was expanding at such a rapid speed it struggled to keep up. It moved from the base of his belly up to his belly button and now moving upwards towards his huge chest. I’d never seen a man this fat before and I’ve seen a lot of fat men. “My chocolate is the smoothest and richest in the business and that is due to its high fat content. That’s why a lot of my customers have a bit of a gut going on” Wonka pokes Jamie’s slightly extended belly. He turns red in his cheeks. “However the volume in which our friend here is consuming my chocolate well let’s just say he’s going to be quite the whale when we get him out.” We carry on watching as the seams to Brains clothes start to stretch and rip. His wide hips are the first to break through, his soft fat bushing through and busting his trousers right off, exposing his monstrously huge legs. His jumper, which was too big for the man about 10 minutes ago, was no ripping as his chest got too big to contain. His huge moobs wobbled free as his jumper fell to shreds into the river. His belly was getting so wide he took up a lot of the surface of the river. “I think it’s time we let this fatty rest don’t you? Put up the dam!” Wonka shouts into the room. Just then about 10 very sexy and well build men come out of the woods and start working on constructing a damn at the top of the river.

“Where did they come from?” I ask looking around me to see if any more of these sexy men will come out to save the whale.

“These are my workers. I’ve hired men in the peak most form of human capability as it takes a lot of work to run my factory. And a lot of work to take care of you greedy boys huh?” Wonka jokes giving us both a nudge. I can see a glint of fear in Jamie’s eyes as he realises that we might not make it out this factory the same size we came in.

After a while the dam left the river running dry and all that was left was Brain at the bottom, probably 10x the size he was when he arrived. Brian was laid in his back, covered in chocolate. His naked body looked like a pile of melted chocolate ice cream. He was the fattest man I’d ever seen. His hairy gut and chest stuck upwards like huge globs of fat, yet also spread so far out he was probably wider then he is taller. His limbs so huge we could hardly see them. His head was just a little pin compared to his huge body. We heard his groaning as he tried to push him self up. “There’s no use fat ass” Wonka shouted to him. “You're too much of a lard arse to move your self now. I’ll get my workers to come and move your huge body.” The workers made their way down the river bank and into the bottom of it. We watched as the circled Brian’s huge body. The comparison in size from the immaculately shaped workers and the glob of fat that was Brian was insane. “Right then we should probably leave them to deal with the hog. Should we carry on or do you guys want to carry on- wait. There were 5 of you. Where are the other 2?”

New story series starting! Hope you guys enjoy this one. I’m trying something that I haven’t seen anyone done yet (not really this part probs part 2/3 is where it gets new) so stay tuned to see how our greedy boys end up!

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lydia-too-late · 12 days ago

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OC Deep Dive - Tula Redgrave

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

One of the things I love about this story is that, despite the facade of power and prestige and allure we associate with being Kindred, the Beast is, above all, a very scared and hungry thing. Tula’s fears are many, varied, vague, and often contradictory. Sometimes the terror is impossible to name.

She is afraid of herself: primarily the capacity for violence that she struggles to control. Of her hunger and what it demands of her. Of love, because she fears she is incapable of not hurting those she loves. She is afraid of being alone. She is afraid of never finding a place, and she’s afraid of being trapped in the wrong place.

She’s afraid of losing herself to Luna, that her memories aren’t her own. She’s fears that, since she’s turned, her face has physically changed or is changing, and she won’t know herself at all (damn that Lasombra bane!).

Exposure and attention. Heights (she’s more of a Depths Bitch). Silk’s suffering. Children. Jumpscares.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Men who tell her to smile.

People who don’t use headphones on public transit.

Lying liars and the lies they tell.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Welp, she’s currently holed up Las Alturas’s shittiest motel, but on the upside they gave her a real key (not a keycard) and she can turn the ancient television on, most of the time -- those are Lasombra luxuries, right??

I’ll list literally every item she owns:

One pair of Walmart jeans (lighter wash, baggy, low-slung)

Silk's slutty fake leather shorts

Five black shirts: 2 identical tank tops, 1 cropped tshirt, 1 sleeveless mock turtleneck, 1 lace-overlayed bodysuit, all cheap as hell

An oversized purple t-shirt that just says "Las Alturas" (purchased at a convenience store, so you know it’s good)

Black stompy boots

Cosmetics: Lotion, soap, comb, blush, lip gloss (someone get her some curl cream, please)

Notebook & Pens

Ethel's 70s-era honeymoon snapshot: a round-corner print, muted colors, grainy

Odell’s gun

What do they notice first in a person?

If she’s not in pursuit of a goal or objective, nothing. She can be remarkably disengaged.

Otherwise, what she notices corresponds directly to why she’s looking. Prey? Their capacity to resist, escape, fight back. An associate? Their mood, their desires, what they need from her. She's a very practical observer, unless there's an emotional connection. Then she can be full-on obsessive, noticing every little detail.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

What is average for a vampire? 12? Probably about there. She has no affection or affinity for pain, but she endures. Knowing that most injuries won’t kill you dulls the panic that accompanies pain, making it overall less traumatic. The only pain she really fears is hunger. Emotional pain is a different story, but a similar simmering constant.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Flight if it’s not important, fight if it is. She’s got some Potence, so she might as well use it.

What animal represents them best?

Wild red fox. (Not those urban foxes who don’t give a fuck.) Red hair, sleek, skittish, rarely seen. Not very social, except in small groups. Hunted by assholes. Difficult to domesticate. Horny? Horny.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

“Who?” -Timothy Cooper

“Yeah, not bad. Nice lips. But she’s pale as fuck.” -Odell Brown

“Affectionately, a pain in my ass.” -Salvador Santos

“She’s very…” “…fucking…” “…intense.” -Megan, Meghan, Meagan

“The skinny white girl with the Xanax eyes?” -Stella Benjamin

“Fascinating, perhaps useful. We’ll find out, won’t we?” -Miel

*nervous sweating* -Lamb

Do they have any hobbies?

Reading, mostly: nearly anything, but she has a soft spot for Magical Realism, literary fiction, queer fiction, short stories. Idle doodling. Research, when she has cause. Watching television, when she can.

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Style Forward: Discover the Most Current Crazes in Guy's Tee shirts

Introduction

In the world of fashion, fads come and go, yet one point continues to be constant: the significance of a well-fitted, stylish tee shirt. Guy's shirts are a staple in every man's wardrobe, and they have actually developed throughout the years to reflect the ever-changing fashion landscape. From t-shirts to dress shirts, there is a wide variety of alternatives offered to match every event and individual style.

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T-shirts have actually come a lengthy means from being simply an undergarment. They have actually become a style declaration in their very own right, with many styles and styles available. Whether you like a plain white tee or a visuals print, t-shirts offer comfort and convenience for day-to-day wear.

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Shirt gowns have actually gotten appeal among both males and females for their convenience and uncomplicated design. These oversized t shirts can be used as outfits or paired with tights or denims for a much more casual look. With their loose fit and comfy material, tee shirt outfits are best for those that want to accept a gender-neutral style trend.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 21

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

She woke up, instantly remembering what happened the previous night, feeling her body heat rising with the reminisce of every thrust, every touch, and every filthy word that came out of his mouth while he reminded her she was his. She wasn't sure when her fingers slid under her t-shirt to start caressing the permanent mark he made on her, but she moved them away as soon as she was aware, finally sitting on the bed.

It was bright and sunny outside, she was able to tell with the trims of lights that sneaked by the gaps between the frame of the window and the blinds. That got a sigh from her, because it didn't matter the weather outside, she was stuck inside that big house.

She promised herself she'd do her best to be inside that place. Maybe, just maybe, that was the only way to make things easier for her, and it could be it'd give her a chance to negotiate her freedom with him.

Going downstairs with her old pajamas she took from Spain, she paused in the middle of the living room when she was aware that Jihu wasn't the one looking after her that day.

Just in the same situation as her, she saw Jungkook walking out the kitchen, messy hair covering half of his forehead, wearing an oversized t-shirt and some black shorts, while the white slippers on his feet dragged over the floor lazily. It was the first time she saw him like that. Actually, it was the first time she saw him completely relaxed in her presence. Always sitting or standing straight, with his hair perfectly brushed to the sides, wearing a neat suit while making sure his glance could throw daggers at anyone who dared to talk to him first.

Not that day though. Or at least no in front of her. He even seemed younger when his big eyes laid on her, and he threw a sly smirk.

—What are you doing here?

That question made him chuckle, understanding where it came from, but still finding it funny for some reason.

—It's my house —he tilted his head for a brief second—. Am I not allowed to be here now?

Yes, he was. But he always left before she woke up, and always came back when she was almost going to bed. They barely met, but there he was that morning.

—Where's Jihu? —she innocently asked, taking a step in his direction.

Leaving the last few things on the table, he landed his hand on the furniture and looked at her, supporting the weight of his body on his palm and making his body sway subtly.

—It doesn't really matter, does it?

But her worried look made him add more to that annoyed answer. He felt the need to give her something so her mind would be at ease for the rest of the day.

—I gave him something else to do instead —he stuck his hands inside his pockets, looking at her—. He showed he wasn't able to control you, so I gave him another job. Now sit and eat something.

—That's all? —she doubted, walking towards him slowly.

Telling her some of his men were dealing with him accordingly would only make things worse. And that was something he wanted to avoid when she seemed to be so tame -to his surprise.

—Yeah, that's all —he nodded.

Jungkook didn't need to say a word, pointing to her chair with his head was enough to have her taking a seat while looking at the few toasts, the orange juice and the coffee displayed for her.

—Jihu told me this is what you usually eat —he mentioned, coming back from the kitchen again.

—Um yeah, but you didn't have to do it —she assured him, looking at the perfectly settled table.

Y/n looked at him attentively, watching how he stirred the content inside his mid bowl until the content was all mixed together. It took him just a bite to be rejoicing on his own creation, frowning his eyebrows while he kept nodding with his head.

It was the first time in a long while he had cooked for himself, but it was a complete success.

—Curious? —Jungkook asked her, lifting his eyes from his plate to her— Wanna try it? —he suggested, as she kept her eyes on his food while she was holding her toast with jam near her face.

—What is it?

—Rice, tuna, kimchi and a fried egg.

After she hummed while nodding, he picked the food with his spoon, offering it to her. To his surprise, she took a bite, mirroring his reaction almost instantly.

—Is it good?

Y/n nodded fast, letting a glimpse of a tiny smile on her face before she covered it with her hand.

It was weird. Being together that way was strange, but maybe it didn't really have to be after what happened. But somewhere, in the back of her head, and among all the confusing thoughts, she found it... nice. She definitely felt good, something that made her freak out on the spot, because why the hell was she feeling that good?

—When are you leaving?

She needed to shift whatever was going on in her head, sticking back to her place and her own food.

—Are you already kicking me out? —he teased her— I was planning on staying around until five —Jungkook kept his focus on his food—, I have nothing to do until then.

Or more like, after the past night, he felt the need to be around her more than he would before. Maybe he just wanted to enjoy his time with her until she tried to do her thing, and ruin his mood all over again.

—The weather today is great —he mentioned out of nowhere.

It wasn't like she'd enjoy it, so why would she even care about what the weather was like outside? Y/n just shrugged, too focused on her coffee to even bother to sneak a look in his direction. Although she instinctively did, finding him smiling before he took another bite from his food.

—We should do something outside.

She would've choked on her toast if she had had her mouth filled when he said that. So randomly and out of nowhere that she thought he could be pranking her.

—What's all this about? —she questioned, squinting her eyes at him.

After he claimed her, he was aware that any person that would find her doing suspicious things would notice him almost immediately -especially when he had ears and eyes everywhere in Seoul. Also, her constant need to always get out of the house could disappear if he allowed her to breathe some fresh air every once in a while. Maybe then, she'd finally stop trying to do her shenanigans.

—You rather staying here?

A "Yes" subtly floated in her head, really thinking of all of that was some kind of trick or play to get her. Clearly, Y/n didn't trust him. But she couldn't see any bit of malice in everything he was doing that day.

Maybe it was that famous "If you treat me right, I'll treat you even better", or maybe he genuinely meant it when he said he wanted to show her what it meant to belong to him -and maybe he wasn't only speaking about sex when he said those words.

—Get ready when you're done with your breakfast —he took her silence as an answer.

Forty minutes later, she was shocked to feel the air hitting against her skin. Not really about that, but more about the fact that she was actually going out with Jungkook after almost a month of being there. For her own sake, she couldn't lie to herself and say she wasn't excited. She was actually going crazy over the idea, even if he hadn't told her what he was planning exactly.

And it wasn't like it mattered, because fifteen minutes into the road, and a phone call already had him clicking his tongue and throwing his head back in disapproval.

—There might be a change of plans —he sighed, as he hid his phone inside the pocket of his slacks.

A change of plans that'd mean her getting back home after only fifteen minutes outside. Well, at least she was able to see the surroundings of the place he lived in.

She saw him exchanging a few words with the driver, in Korean, before his eyes landed on her again.

—I hope you don't mind if I stop at one of my pubs.

Jungkook kept talking, but Y/n stopped listening when he informed her that he was counting with her presence to those places, instead of simply dropping her off back in his place. It wasn't a day outside, but it still was better than nothing.

She sat in a corner in his office after they arrived at the empty nightclub, remembering how the few people that were inside were busy cleaning the mess of the previous night while looking at their boss with respect. It was impressive how the same man that prepared breakfast for her, was also the man that could kill anyone by just throwing a glance at them, or how he also was the same man that railed her so good he got her doubting every choice she had taken until date.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned as he read the papers, sighing before writing something all over them and finally throwing them to the corner of his desk. Her brain kept replaying how those eyes were on her hungrily last night, and how those same hands traced her body so disrespectfully she thought she would melt. And for one second, she found herself asking how she was able to resist him the way she did.

—Do you need something?

—Hmm?

His voice took her out completely, making her aware of the way she was looking at him.

—No —she shook her head.

Seeing her nervous and doubtful was something new for him, and he had to admit how much he liked to see her like that. Jungkook loved the challenge she kept putting him on, but when she acted so innocently it seemed so special that it made him crave for her even more.

—Come here.

And to his surprise, she did. Letting him guide her until her lower back was against the desk, standing next to him. Turning his chair slightly in her direction, he looked at her. It was a new place, he knew it'd take her just a few more minutes until she was comfortable enough around to behave the way she usually did.

—Going out was an excuse to get to know you a bit more —he finally admitted.

—Should I pretend you didn't have people following me and informing you of my every move? —one of her eyebrows raised, in sync with her tone.

It only took her a sigh, and a begging look from him, to be aware that that comment wasn't ill intentioned. He actually meant it.

And while she was right, there were too many things that he wanted to know about her and no one would be able to tell him, except for her. She was his biggest interrogation mark, but she also was his only source for those answers.

—It's okay —she nodded—. But I think it's just fair for me to know about you, too.

—I have no inconvenience with that —he shrugged.

She was impressed by his will to participate, waiting for any question that she could ask.

—Why me?

Jungkook was expecting any question regarding his business, or what happened last night. But instead, she asked the only question he wasn't sure he'd be able to answer. There were several girls in the club, but saying that it could've been either of them in her position would be a big lie. So, why her.

—I don't know —he shrugged—. Maybe it was your stage presence, or the way you seemed so genuine on our first time. Who knows. I just know that I couldn't get enough of you.

—Is it the first time you do something like this?

—Yes.

Being so overly obsessed over a woman he didn't know, to the point of making sure no one else would be able to lay a hand on her? It was crazy and it made no sense, but yes.

—How did you end up in that shitty place?

Y/n scoffed at that question, tilting her head while he thought the best way of answering it without giving out too much.

—Let's just say life is an unfair bitch.

Her comment made him chuckle, because she was certainly right about that. Before ever turning into the head of the Bangtan family, his plans shifted to different things and different parts of the world that had little to zero to do with whatever his dad was into.

—You miss your family?

She was unsure if he had investigated as much to know about her real family, or whether he was asking about her adopted family that always looked after her. But still, she turned her head to him before answering.

—I do —that was probably the most honest she had ever sounded while speaking to him—. It's a long story, they aren't exactly my family, but I do miss them. Every day.

She was confused by his sudden reaction, sneaking his hand inside his pocket to take his phone out, looking over his contacts before he offered his phone to her.

—Call them.

Her eyes shifted between the phone and his eyes, unsure of what he was planning to do with that. But there was no plan at all. He just wanted her to know they were fine. And she wasn't going to hesitate much more, because as soon as she nodded, Jungkook made sure to hide his phone number before clicking on the green button. He wanted to be the first one to show some type of trust, to draw a connecting line between them. He just wanted to show her that doing things properly, she'd gain more than she would by going against him.

Her knees went weak and her heart throbbed hard on her chest when she stepped out of the office to hear Jorge's voice perfectly. She tried to sound as stable as possible, despite her lips constantly trembling and the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks.

—I miss you two so bad —she admitted.

—We do, too —she heard Jorge on the other line—. Also, you don't need to send us money. Just save it all for you.

She knew Jungkook was willing to keep one of the parts of the contract that stated she'd still get paid, but she didn't think that he'd carry it out. And even less that he'd be giving them money without telling her, on her behalf.

Her sweet feelings were mixed the second she saw Sanhyuk walking over to her, just to get inside the office Jungkook was in.

To her surprise, and after she was done with the call, she wasn't allowed back in by one of the bodyguards blocking the door.

Back inside, Jungkook kept having a back and forth with Sanhyuk, knowing damn well he had something to do with Jihu and how Y/n always ended up being around him somehow. He was accusing one of the men his father trusted the most, just to be answered back with something that'd get him making some calls and leaving the office abruptly.

He was too blinded to react to her confused expression, snitching his phone back from her hands, before his fingers gripped on her wrist tightly, dragging her outside of the pub and back inside the car. He didn't even allow her to ask what was going on, he didn't want to hear a single word from her at least until what Sanhyuk said was proved wrong.

Y/n was confused when she saw they were back at his house, and her blood froze when she saw her room upside down. All of her clothes were everywhere, the mattress was placed on the floor, and she saw men still looking for something among all of her stuff. At least, until one of them showed up with the phone she hid in their hands, before handing it over to Jungkook.

He saw the calls, he saw the texts, he saw how she was willing to side with someone like Sanhyuk just to go against him, and his only reaction was to throw the phone against the wall, startling Y/n on his back with the impact.

—I can explain it.

—Save it —he stopped her from talking—. I don't care about what you do, but I don't want to hear a single word from you. You really have no fucking idea of what you've just done.

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fashion1324 · 4 months ago

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Best Denim Jacket Fashion Women Style a nd Versatility 2024

Women's Fashion

Best Denim Jacket Fashion Women Style and Versatility 2024

Denim Jacket Fashion Women Stylehave been a staple in women’s wardrobes for decades, offering a timeless look that suits various styles and seasons. In recent years, denim jacket fashion has surged in popularity, making this versatile piece a must-have for fashion-conscious women. Whether you’re looking to achieve a casual daytime look or want to add a bit of edge to your outfit, the denim jacket is a go-to choice. This article explores the rich history, styling options, and key trends of women’s denim jackets, helping you to stay ahead in fashion.

Table of Contents

The Evolution of Denim

The 90s Revival and Modern Takes.

Styling Tips for

Classic Blue Denim Jacket

Cropped Denim Jackets for a Modern Edge

Distressed Denim for a Casual, Edgy Look

Key Trends in

Oversized Denim Jackets

Embellished and Embroidered Jackets

Two-Tone and Mixed Materials

Choosing the Perfect Denim Jacket for Your Body Type

For Petite Women

For Curvy Women

For Tall Women

Denim Jacket Care and Maintenance

Conclusion: Why Denim Jackets Will Always Be in Style

The Evolution of Denim

were first popularized in the early 20th century as rugged outerwear for men, primarily for workwear purposes. However, it wasn’t long before women embraced the denim jacket as part of their wardrobe. From the 1960s, when youth culture adopted denim as a symbol of rebellion, to modern-day street style, the has undergone a massive transformation.

The 90s Revival and Modern Takes.

One of the most significant milestones for denim occurred during the 1990s. This period saw the rise of oversized denim jackets, often styled with bold colors and patterns. Celebrities and fashion icons began to experiment with different fits, washes, and details, making the denim jacket a high-fashion item.

Fast forward to today, and the has evolved into countless iterations. From cropped denim jackets to distressed designs, the jacket’s adaptability has made it an essential piece for women who want to stay fashionable yet practical. fashion now offers something for every style preference.

Styling Tips for

Classic Blue Denim Jacket

The classic blue is a timeless piece that complements nearly any outfit. You can easily layer it over a simple white t-shirt, a floral dress, or even a more formal blouse for an elevated casual look. For those who want to keep it traditional, opting for a medium-wash denim jacket ensures your look remains effortlessly chic.

Pairing a classic denim jacket with skinny jeans creates a streamlined silhouette while combining it with a maxi dress adds a touch of boho flair to your ensemble.

Cropped Denim Jackets for a Modern Edge

A cropped denim jacket offers a modern twist on this wardrobe staple, perfect for those looking to accentuate their waistline. Cropped designs work particularly well with high-waisted pants, skirts, or even dresses. The shorter cut creates a flattering balance, especially for petite women, by elongating the legs.

Consider pairing a cropped denim jacket with wide-leg trousers for a relaxed yet polished look, or throw it over a fitted dress to create a youthful and trendy vibe.

Distressed Denim for a Casual, Edgy Look

Distressed add a rugged, laid-back element to your wardrobe. These jackets often come with rips, frayed edges, and a worn-out look, giving off a grunge-inspired aesthetic. They are ideal for casual wear and can be paired with a simple graphic t-shirt, leggings, or even a pair of ripped jeans to complete the edgy vibe.

For those wanting to keep it casual, consider wearing a distressed denim jacket over a hoodie or sweatshirt. This combination is ideal for chilly evenings and provides a streetwear-inspired look.

Key Trends in

Oversized Denim Jackets

The oversized trend is here to stay. Popularized by the fashion-forward crowd, these jackets offer an effortlessly cool and relaxed look. The best part about oversized jackets is their versatility—they can be styled with almost anything. Whether it’s a pair of skinny jeans, a pleated skirt, or even a pair of biker shorts, an oversized denim jacket adds a touch of casual charm to any outfit.

Additionally, oversized jackets work well as transitional pieces. Layering a chunky sweater or a turtleneck underneath can make them perfect for cooler weather while maintaining a stylish edge.

Embellished and Embroidered Jackets

For those who love a little extra flair, embellished are an exciting trend to watch. These jackets feature embroidered patterns, sequins, or even patches that elevate the from simple outerwear to a statement piece. Whether it’s a subtle floral embroidery on the back or a fully bedazzled design, these jackets bring a unique personality to your wardrobe.

Two-Tone and Mixed Materials

An emerging trend in denim is the use of two-tone designs or the combination of mixed materials. These jackets combine contrasting denim colors or fabrics like leather and suede for a bold, fashion-forward statement. This style is perfect for women who want something different from the standard offering a more avant-garde approach to casual wear.

Choosing the Perfect Denim Jacket for Your Body Type

When choosing a, it’s important to consider your body type and how the jacket fits. Different styles of cater to various body shapes, and finding the right one can make all the difference in creating a flattering look.

For Petite Women

Cropped are perfect for petite women as they emphasize the waist and create the illusion of longer legs. Avoid oversized jackets as they can overwhelm your frame, making you look smaller than you are.

For Curvy Women

If you have a curvier figure, consider an oversized or one that falls below the waist. A longer jacket provides balance and helps elongate your silhouette. Additionally, jackets with subtle detailing like side pockets or a slight taper at the waist can accentuate your curves in a flattering way.

For Tall Women

Tall women can pull off almost any tyle. However, oversized jackets and distressed denim jackets often look particularly striking on taller frames. Don’t be afraid to play with textures, embellishments, and bold patterns to make your jacket stand out.

Denim Jacket Care and Maintenance

are durable, but proper care is essential to maintain their longevity. Always check the care label for specific washing instructions, but here are some general tips to follow:

Wash sparingly: Denim doesn’t need to be washed after every wear. Frequent washing can cause the material to fade and wear out faster.

Avoid dryers: Air-drying is best for denim jackets, as high heat can shrink the fabric and cause it to lose its shape.

Spot clean: If there are small stains, spot cleaning is a great way to keep your jacket looking fresh without subjecting it to a full wash.

Conclusion: Why Denim Jackets Will Always Be in Style

The denim jacket is one of the few fashion items that can transition seamlessly across various trends and seasons. Its timeless appeal, versatility, and adaptability make it a must-have in any woman’s wardrobe. Whether you prefer a classic blue jacket, a trendy cropped design, or an edgy distressed piece, a denim jacket style suits every personality and occasion.

Denim jackets are not just a fleeting trend but a fashion mainstay that will continue evolving. As new designs and interpretations emerge, the denim jacket will remain a beloved wardrobe essential for years.

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Yeoreum's outfits appreciation post

Here's something a bit different from me this time. If you keep track of my posts then you're probably already familiar with my failed attempts to publish final thoughts on Summer Strike. Obviously, I'm not ready to say goodbye to this drama yet and so the final post would be a total miss from my part. At least that's what I keep telling myself after losing 2 essays in a row - I should just drop writing them, right?

So, I was reading the reviews on MDL (mostly negative ones, of course), and while I agree the plot delivers a certain emotional stir up, in the end, all those impression are just subjective. Art is art. Some people will enjoy it, some won't. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all that... With this in mind, I'm glad I didn't read any reviews before watching the series because it would definitely encourage me to drop it. Now, when my impressions have set completely, I can confirm that I love it even more. What is here not to like? The mellowest, kindest, sweetest, understanding main characters - check! Beautiful scenery - check! Character development? Check! Annoying self-absorbed characters who either get dropped out of the series or put down to earth - check. Platonic relationship in the making - !!!! I'm there for it all the way and that's what makes the series even better! Murder mystery intertwined with the old murder mystery - can this drama even get better? Celebration of mother figures and womanhood throughout the entire drama - just yes. Buying it, eating it up, slurping it like spaghetti, whatever the expression is. And then there are Yeoreum's outfits I completelly fell in love with. So let's see what this humble girlie, a mother of three (3) wears while staying in Angok. Here's a proof this drama isn't made poorly at all.

R13 Red Hot Chili Peppers Hoodie 500 - 350 €

HOLIDAY Big Denim Over-all 260€

Marant Etoile Plalia oversized cotton blouse 360€

JW Anderson strawberry bag 350€

Clu too t-shirt 55€

MOTHER the sinful t-shirt 150€

Rest&Recreation RR Logo Pique Shirt, 55€

KIRSH Men Small Cherry Oxford Shirt 70€

ISLAND SLIPPER Classic Kelly Green Suede Thong 137€

AUTRY Low Top Sneakers AOLM C10 calfskin 257€

ROUJE Allegra Dress Broderie Anglaise 190€

RONRON stripe collar sweatshirt 50€

Paloma Wool Women's Yellow and Green Sweatshirt 117€

There's this one skirt Yeoreum wears when she goes to work with Daebum (interviewing a local granny) and she combines it with the white blouse and the strawberry bag, but I couldn't find it at all. Google fail. I fell in love with the combination, even though I'd probably wear some jeans instead. I love how Yeoreum's representing minimalism and how she still remains stylish and feminine. Even though that could be all because of her natural beauty, so it really makes no difference what she wears. I'm usually a big fan of no effort looks, Yeoreum and some other characters come as a nice surprise with their lovely wardrobes.

That intro makes me hide my face in the palms of my hands of embarrassment, but I'm going with it anyways. It's for a few of you who do check my posts - I'm so grateful you exist, my beauties.(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Hope all of you who're still reading had a lovely weekend and I'm wishing you best of luck for overcoming next week's challenges.

Pluto

#summer strike #아무것도 하고 싶지 않아 #kdrama #seolhyun #yeoreum #kdrama review #kdrama recommendations #kdrama fashion #imsailorpluto #selling my kidney for the white blouse and strawberry bag (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)#there are more things i tried searching but just cannot find them #like that cap at the beginning - i loved it #and her summer sandals and her black shoes for work #also that little socks/sandals combo...i died. why do people wear that? (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)#it all makes sense when yeoreum wears it tho

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hushandwear · 2 years ago

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undertale-anomaly20 · 1 year ago

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Mortal Kombat 9 x reader

chapter 2

Author P.O.V (it’s the same as 3rd P.O.V)

“no no no no no-! oh you jerk!” a girl yelled playing Mortal Kombat 10 since she already finished number 9.

Meet 18 year old (Name) Rain. A girl who was a curvy girl with no flab but no ab. She had long (Hair colour) hair and (Eye colour) eyes. Poor grades in school and still lived with her mom but she had the best job in the world according to her she was a beta game tester! She remembered everything and every game she played that included the story lines and cut scenes. But let’s skip right to the good part since A. it’ll be boring to explain everything and B. I’m super lazy with this bit. Anyway (Name) went to sleep and had a strange dream. She was walking along a coble stone path with cherry blossom trees making a tunnel over the path way. She wore her regular pyjamas which consisted of an oversized white t-shirt that had one sleeve hang off her shoulder, a sports bra underneath and long loose thin black track pants that touched the floor. Her hair was out and longer that it should be as it hung below her knees. She walked through the tunnel as a breeze blew past her carrying her hair with it letting it dance upon it. She stopped for a moment to see a red rose in her way as she picked it up she placed it in her hair. ‘this place…it’s too beautiful to exist’ she thought to herself. When she looked up she saw someone who has never appeared in her dreams before. Raiden stood before her only a few feet away “Raiden?” she asked and in response he nodded “I have come to give you a message” he spoke “once you see me again you must say ‘the cherry blossoms blooming in a field of fire has given me hope’ is that understood?” She was confused but nodded which caused Raiden to smile “you are our last hope, (Name) rain” he disappeared as the light indicating that she was waking up got brighter and brighter.

(Name)’s P.O.V “who is she? And what is she doing here?” “Liu Kang, I believe if you do not distance yourself from the girl before she wakes, she will surely scream in fear” ‘oh my head’ I open my eyes gently as I groan in discomfort when I realize I’m not in my own bed but more or less on a hard concrete like surface. I meet the faces of two very familiar people or rather characters Liu Kang and Raiden. “are you alright?” Raiden asked I was stunned as I looked at them both slowly sitting up. I looked to Liu Kang then to Raiden. “miss are you injured?” Raiden asked when I remembered what he told me in my dream. I take a deep breath and nod then say “the cherry blossoms blooming in a field of fire has given me hope” Raiden is stunned while Liu Kang is confused. Raiden snaps out of his stunned state and helps me up “so you are the girl the elder gods have sent” he said “I-I guess but why?” “Lord Raiden I am confused who is this girl?” Liu Kang asked I turn to him and look up at him “my name is (Name) Rain and well I guess the elder gods brought me here” “I have already explained to you Liu Kang that the other me died and the elder gods provided us all with a second chance not only that but a hero, from another dimension, to guide us” Raiden said then it clicked “whoa wait a second hold on your saying that I, a 18 year old teenage girl who fails some of her classes, can barely speak to another human being without stuttering and is clumsy beyond belief, am a hero chosen by your elder gods. Uh-uh I don’t think so” I said backing away when Liu Kang spoke “if lord Raiden says it is true then it is, Lady (Name)” I sigh looking down noticing that I’m still in my Pyjamas “ok, looks up at both of the men I can intervene when necessary” I said. They both nodded and walked with me.

Liu Kang seemed really interested in what I had to say about, well, anything “so where you are from are there any shaolin?” he asked I smiled and nodded “yes but I doubt any are as amazing as you Liu Kang” he blushed at my comment “thank you, Lady (Name)” I laughed a little causing him to be confused “what is so funny?” “you. Please drop the lady thing ok? Just call me (Name)” he smiled “alright, (Name). It’s interesting though” “what is?” “by the way you have told me about yourself I would have thought your hair would be shorter” “it’s supposed to be but I woke up like this. I don’t mind though I like it”

Time skip

We were surrounded by other participants I stay close to Liu Kang and Raiden when Shang Tsung stood up “Kombatants! The next match will now begin!” he announced. A burst of fire suddenly erupted on the battle field surprising me even though I have played this game. Seeing it on TV is one thing but being there to see it first hand is another. I gasp in surprise quietly but felt a hand on my shoulder I look to my left to see Liu Kang giving me a reassuring smile. “it’s alright no one will harm you” he whispered I nodded and smiled back “thank you” I whispered then looked back to the battle field to see Kung Lao against Scorpion “Never mind the Lin Kuei. Now you face a Shaolin” Kung Lao says as he accentuates his point by running two fingers across his razor-sharp hat and assuming a fighting stance ‘idiot, he’s gonna get his Shaolin ass kicked’ I thought to myself “You will regret your impulsiveness” Scorpion says assuming fighting stance and they fight. I watch in shock as they fight seeing blood fly and cringed hearing the crack of bones. Although an expert fighter in the Shaolin arts, the powers of the Netherrealm prove too much to cope with for Kung Lao. Scorpion soon beats him into an unconscious form on the ground. “You are not yet a warrior” Scorpion mocks. Without thinking I ran to him along with Liu Kang “Kung Lao!” he said worried I keel behind Kung Lao and place his head in my lap “Listen when your elders speak! You could not win this fight” I look up at Raiden in annoyance “maybe you should lecture him when he can think straight” I said then look at Scorpion who was…staring at me? He seemed shocked maybe it was because I just sassed Raiden. Liu Kang and Raiden help Kung Lao to his feet and walk him past Scorpion somewhere to be healed. I stand up after picking up Kung Lao’s hat and walk to the crowd and stand next to Sonya Blade she looks at me with worry as the fight between Nightwolf and Scorpion begin.

“young lady what are you doing here?” she whispered I look up at her “I’m here with Raiden and Liu Kang” “why?” “because I’m here to help” she looked at me funny “don’t underestimate me, ma ‘am. I’m very helpful” just as I said that the match was over and I spotted Raiden. I rush over to him and see Kung Lao and Liu Kang “Kung Lao are you alright?” I asked worried he smiles at me “yes I’m alright, lady (Name). Liu Kang and Raiden have already explained to me the situation of you being here” I smiled then hand him back his hat and stand next to him watching the match un aware of the two shaolin’s looking at me. Nightwolf's powers prove more of a match for Scorpion that Kung Lao did, but even he cannot withstand the fury of the vengeful ninja. Scorpion once again emerges victorious and leaves Nightwolf unconscious on the ground. I feel sorry for every person going against anyone from Netherrealm or out world. I start to pay attention to what they are saying in case I miss something “you will fight Sub-Zero soon enough” Shang Tsung says. He stands up and takes his leave, with Quan Chi following. As Scorpion lowers his head and ponders recent events, Raiden attracts his attention. “Scorpion, I understand your desire for revenge. But Nightwolf is right. There are other ways in which you may find peace” Raiden warns him “Sub-Zero deserves death” Scorpion replies I frown ‘no he doesn’t’ “Defeat Sub-Zero if you must, but do not kill him. I fear his death will give rise to a more treacherous foe” Raiden says trying to help “I will have my revenge” I decided to step in “listen we’re only trying to help. If you don’t kill Sub-Zero then Raiden will request that the Elder Gods return the Shirai Ryu to the realm of mortals, right?” I said looking at Raiden who nodded. I looked back at Scorpion, who looked, stared at me for moment then looked to Raiden and nodded then walked off. “Raiden, you wouldn’t happen to know why he was looking at me would you?” I asked “I’m sorry but I do not” he replied as I watched Scorpion leave. “well I’m going to find out” I say running after Scorpion.

2 hours later

“Damn how hard is it to find a Spector” I mumbled as I sat down in front of a lake. I look at my reflection and push a strand hair from my face. I close my eyes to gather my bearings for a few moments when I heard footsteps approaching me, when I open my eyes I see Scorpion. I quickly turn around to look at him and see him looking right back at me with his pure white eyes filled with hope? “Harumi?” he asked ‘who’s Harumi-? Oh no, he thinks I’m his dead wife!’ I thought since I remember the images Quan Chi showed Scorpion, his wife looked similar to me and wore a red rose in her hair. I give him a sad smile “I’m sorry but I’m not Harumi. My name is (Name)” his eyes show disappointment “my apologize” I shook my head “it’s alright, Scorpion. It’s not your fault” he held out a hand to help me up which I graciously took. “Scorpion would you be so kind as to guide me to where the next match will take place?” I asked looking up at him. He nodded and walked with me to the front of the door to Shang Tsung's throne room. Several kombatants are milling around discussing things with one another. Two of those kombatants are Cyrax and Sektor of the Lin Kuei. That’s when I remember the Sub-Zero match by then I realize Scorpion has approached Cyrax and Sektor ‘shit’ I quickly make my way to them “Your inferior clan is dead. Soon you will join them” Cyrax said to Scorpion I stormed up to him “if you haven’t got something nice to say, then keep that cesspool you call a mouth shut” I growled surprising the trio of men, Cyrax smirked and held my chin “I didn’t know that they let in such adorable girls into this tournament” he said trying to flirt making me blush I was about to punch him when Scorpion beat me to it.

“you will keep your blood soaked hand off, Lady (Name)!” he yelled. “A challenge! Scorpion versus Cyrax and Sektor!” Shang Tsung announced Liu Kang grabbed my hand and pulled me back to stand next to him, Kung Lao and Raiden. “I found out why he was staring at me” I said catching their attention “and what the reason?” Kung Lao asked I looked down sadly “he thought…I was his wife who was killed” I said sadly as I continued to watch the match. Both Cyrax and Sektor are formidable warriors with plenty of weapons and technology to fight with, but Scorpion's unnatural strength and powers still give him the edge in kombat. Both members of the Lin Kuei are soon knocked unconscious. “I will have my revenge, but I will not kill Sub-Zero” Scorpion says looking at me, I smile back giving a quick nod. “Will not? Or cannot?” we all look to the new voice to see Sub-Zero. Suddenly I had a moment where the world seemed to slow down ‘if I interfere, what will happen? Will I be changing the game completely or will something bad happen to me? Either way I won’t matter I must help’ “no to hell with you!” I was snapped out of my thoughts. Scorpion grabs Sub-Zero and they both disappear in a flash of hellfire. I try thinking of a way to stop Scorpion when I remembered Quan Chi ‘he teleports himself to the Netherrealm to antagonize Scorpion. That’s my chance’ I quietly and quickly sneak past the other kombatants to go near Quan Chi. Just as he is about to teleport I hold onto his belt undetected and become teleported to the Netherrealm.

I somehow got teleported a few feet away from them but I can clearly see Sub-Zero had been beaten into submission. I start walking over to them but stop once I see the ‘flash backs’ Quan Chi shows Scorpion. An entire village is in flames. Shirai Ryu clansmen are cut down by a hail of arrows. Another is decapitated by a Lin Kuei assassin. Yet more are run through by katanas from horseback riders and by arrows from archer marksmen. Among the horse riders is Sub-Zero. Seeing all that blood made me feel sick, I covered my mouth with my hand as I watched in horror “Your clan. Your family” Quan Chi said showing another vision is magically created by the sorcerer. It shows Scorpion's wife and infant son huddled in a corner of their home, the baby’s wails of terror break my heart. The door opens to reveal Sub-Zero, katana in hand. He unsheathes it, and unmoved by the wife's tears, brings the blade down. All that is seen is blood splattering the walls, along with the petals of a rose worn in his wife's hair. The implications are all too obvious.

“NO!” Scorpion yelled in pure rage the vision fades. Sub-Zero, badly wounded as he is, is on his feet and holding a hand up in mercy. “That is not me!” he cries out in fear Scorpion rips his mask off his head. All that is present is a skull enwrapped in flames ‘no!’ without a second thought I run to them “HANZO NO!” I yell out calling Scorpion by his real name. I jump in front of Sub-Zero with my arms stretched out wide panting Scorpion looked at me with, I think, wide eyes “Lady (Name) move aside” he said “not gonna happen!” I growl “he killed my clan! He slaughtered my family with no second thought!” “He doesn’t deserve to die like this!” “He deserves this death! Now move!” Quan chi smirked and said “I believe if Scorpion wishes to avenge his family and clan he must kill Sub-Zero” I growled and pointed my pointer finger at him “you stay out of this, Baldy!” I turned back to Scorpion “Remember the promise you made to Raiden. Remember why you made it! I’m not going to let you screw that up. Please, in time you’ll thank me for this” I said lowering my arms and slowly walking to him until I stood before him “Please Hanzo” I asked. He looked down at me for a few moments then nodded placing his mask back on I broke out into a huge smile “thank you” I said happily.

3rd P.O.V

Back in the throne room of Shang Tsung, Scorpion reappears. Shang Tsung smiles in anticipation. Wordlessly, Scorpion steps aside to reveal (Name) supporting Sub-Zero. Raiden smiles and nods towards the young girl. “alright, let’s get you to the infirmary” (Name) said guiding Sub-Zero out of the room, while Liu Kang and Kung Lao ranted about how dangerous that was and that she could have been killed. Sub-Zero kept struggling to walk as this strangely dressed girl helped him even at the risk of her own life. Once to the infirmary (Name) placed Sub-Zero down on a bed and began tending to his wounds “a fair warning about Scorpion, never insult his clan ever especially before a match, had I not been there you would have died” she said disinfecting the wounds “grunt I thank you Lady (Name) but you appear to be a normal human girl, how were you able to teleport to us?” Sub-Zero asked “I clung to Quan Chi’s belt and used him and I appear to be a normal girl because I am one. I’m just a normal 18 year old girl” she smiled as she bandaged the wounds “why did you save me?” “What did you want to die?” “It would have restored my honour” (Name) stopped and flicked him on the forehead.

“What was that for?” “for being an idiot, look all this honour bullshit is ridiculous, screw honour there is no honour in dying because you lost a match. It’s better to live another day than to die for something as silly as honour. Not everyone gets that choice whether they live or die be happy you do” Sub-Zero was amazed at the wisdom that came from this girl; she was wise beyond her year and yet still acted so young. Once she finished tending to the wounds she stood up “I better get going Raiden will be wondering how you are” she said offering one last smile before walking away “Bi-Han” Sub-Zero said causing (Name) to stop “pardon?” “my name is Bi-Han” (Name) smiled “it’s nice to meet you Bi-Han I hope to see you up soon” and with that she walked away leaving the Lin Kuei warrior blushing.

#kung lao #kung lao x reader #liu kang x reader #liu kang #scorpion #mk bihan #mortal kombat 9 #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #various x reader

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