#Dick on the background is heavily disappointed

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

I'm golden-child!Jason and not-even-a-silver-egg!Dick truther for life, and that's so funny.

Bruce is used to the chaos he calls his son, so when Jason actually behave, Bruce is soooo confused.

Like, what do you mean Bruce can tell him to not do something and Jason will??? Obey??? The order??? Dick would never.

Bruce, fully prepared for scandal: You are not allowed to jump from one wardrobe to another, it's dangerous for you.

Little Jason, who has no idea why he should: Ok? I wasn't planning to anyway.

Confused Bruce: You wasn't?

Little Jason who are scared to touch anything here, because it probably costs more than his life: I don't want to ruin the mansion...

More Confused Bruce: You don't?!

Or 

Bruce: so, you are saying that if I tell you to sit in your room and read books, you will really sit in your room and read books?

Little Jason, who has no idea why he shouldn't: Yeah?

Bruce, whispering to Alfred: I didn't know they could do that.

[nanaslutt]

thinking about Shiu secretly getting off to you sucking Tojis cock while he’s on the phone with him :3

minors and ageless blogs dni (18+)

the poor overworked man has been crushing on his clients pretty little girlfriend for so long, craving to touch you for so long. each time you run up to the divorced black haired man in your short little skirt to greet him after a hard job, he’s unable to stop his eyes from dropping to your ass when the man lifts you up into his arms and spins you around. of course Tojis girlfriend didn’t wear shorts under her skirts..

so when Shiu had to make a last minute call about a job for toji late a night, he was surprised when the man called, and even more surprised to hear you gagging on his cock in the background. your noises were so loud and vulgar, it was like you weren’t even trying to stay quiet.

“y-yeaahh, yeah i’ll take the job, sounds easy enough.” Toji said nonchalantly, his voice deeper and more relaxer than usual. “what about you baby? you think I should take this job?” Toji asked you, who was currently occupied with his fat cock stuffed down your throat.

Shiu honed in his ears, not wanting to miss a single sound. he prayed the shuffling in the background would quiet down so he could hear you gag on Tojis cock better, giving him a more vivid fantasy to work with as he groped himself over his pants, his cock leaking precum inside his boxers.

a muffled answer could be heard from the other side of the phone, followed by a loud gag and a cough, making Toji groan before he laughed. “yeah, my girl thinks I should take it too.” Toji said, emphasizing a few words that could be taken as suggestive in the right context.

Shiu felt like his head was spinning, he gripped his cock harder through his pants, wrapping his hand around the outline of his cock harder as he imagined your hand in place of his instead. Shiu let his head tip back against his sofa, his legs spreading naturally as he got more and more involved in his fantasy.

“hey, you still there?” Toji said, his voice making Shiu jolt back to reality, his hand ripping away from his crotch like he had just been caught touching himself. “Yeah i’m here. I’ll let ‘em know you’re takin the job.” Shiu responded, thinking quickly.

“sounds good, thanks in advance.” Toji said cockily, knowing he would already succeed in his job. Shiu was just about to answer Toji’s irritatingly confident response when he heard your familiar voice whispering on the other side of the phone. “give it to me, cmon fuck me.”

“Yeah yeah, no problem man.” Shiu forced himself to speak, desperately trying to think of something else to talk about so he could hear you whine longer, but his dreams were cut short when Toji said something along the lines of “I’m ending the call now” sending a shock of disappointment through Shiu’s body.

Shiu said his goodbye and listened closely to any other material he could use to get off while thinking about you. His efforts paid off, as he pressed the phone tightly against his head and scrunched his eyes in focus, he heard you speak again, “gonna give me ur dick now? want it so bad.”

Shiu let his hand still tightly gripping the phone fall agains the outside of his thigh, his other arm covered his eyes as he sighed heavily, feeling his cock twitch needily behind the confines of his pants. With a groan. shiu unconvered his eyes and was faced to look between his thick thighs at the massive hard on he was sporting from perving on his clients girlfriend.

Shiu placed his hand over his sensitive, neglected cock and began rubbing while he worked on his belt with the other. It was looking like another night of jerking off to the thought of you bouncing on his cock while he watched some cheap, shit porn video on his couch.

[propertyofkylar]

This is a dark request, but can you write about a drugged with aphrodisiacs fem reader riding male Robin in the underground brother scene?

this is so fucked up i love robin how could i do this kisses u on the cheek thank u

never actually been to the ub so i hope this is Good. used the scenes banned-for-horny posted so thank u hero for that.

anyway SORRY ROBIN ILU

cw: drugs, noncon. slay

You didn't really know where you were, or how you got there.

You were on a stage and could dimly hear a crowd making noises. What you did know, though, was that you were unbearably horny. And you were naked.

You let out a whine, squirming and rubbing your thighs together. But it wasn't enough for you, which made you even more frustrated.

Just then, you heard a soft voice call out your name. Your eyes lit up. You knew that voice!

"W-what's wrong?" Robin's voice came out, all shaky. You eagerly crawled towards where his naked form was resting on the stage. The perfect solution for your problem.

"What are you doing?" Robin looked at you with wide eyes. Didn't he understand? You reached down and were disappointed to find that his cock was soft. No matter, though. You spit into your hand and began to stroke him.

"H-hey!" Robin yelped. "Don't do that, please. You don't have to..."

His words didn't register to you. You could feel how wet you were without even touching, knew you were literally dripping onto the floor. You needed to get him hard ASAP.

"It's okay," you murmured, leaning in to press kisses to his neck. "I need you, Robin."

"No," he mumbled, but it was cut off by a sharp gasp when your thumb brushed against the head of his dick.

Tears started flowing down Robin’s face, and you were surprised to notice you were crying, too. Why? Wasn’t this good? Isn’t this what you were supposed to do?

Stop, a small voice in your head said. You’re hurting him.

You shook your head as if to physically rid yourself of the thoughts and straddled Robin. "Lemme make you feel good too," you slurred, feeling high on something you weren't sure of.

"Please..." he whispered, but that was replaced with a sharp gasp as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

"You feel so good, Robin," you moaned, pushing down the nagging feeling rising in you.

"Stop," he mumbled, and you heard your own voice in your head repeating it. "Don't want it like this. It's not you."

It was so confusing. He felt so good, didn't he feel good too?

You bounced up and down on his length, rubbing your clit as you did. Small gasps came out of Robin each time you moved, and you could tell he was getting close.

But as you sought your own climax, the voice in your head grew louder. You tried to moan to drown it out, but it wouldn't work.

You were getting frustrated. You knew you needed to cum. Why was the voice telling you to stop? Why did Robin look so upset? Why were you crying?

"F-fuck," you gasped as pleasure ripped through your body, your fingers rubbing fast. Robin let out a loud whine and you felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum filling you up.

That was enough and you came, too, crying out as you did. You were distantly aware of applause in the background.

"Mm," you groaned as you came down from your high. That was when clarity hit you. You gasped again, but this time not from pleasure - from horror.

You quickly scrambled off Robin, who was panting heavily with an arm thrown over his eyes. He peeked out from under and gave you a wobbly smile.

"It's okay," he said, his voice sounding weak. "I know they gave you something. It wasn't really you. Must've been powerful, huh?" He tried to chuckle, but his voice cracked.

You said nothing, unable to look him in the eye. You stood up, hearing laughter and jeers coming from the crowd as Robin's cum leaked out of your abused hole and dripped down your leg.

"I'm--" you hesitated, but nothing further came out. You both were quickly silenced anyway, taken back to your cells and thrown in.

It was a quiet night for the both of you.

[kinky-pen]

How do you feel about someone mindlessly stuffing themselves while drunk or high? Just getting lost in binging until they feel like they can't walk let alone stand from a daze of intoxication, a food coma, and arousal~ ....why do I want Kaoru to get fucked up like this

Oh, Kaoru would get so fucked up like this, and I love it. Enjoy some ranty story ideas below the cut, it gets a bit explicit.

So, we all know that the twins would partake of the "typical college experience", going to parties and drinking and even, yes, trying some weed. A social thing, for the most part, a way to get even more ingratiated with their new friends and acquaintances at this new place.

We also know that Kaoru gets anxious and overthinks constantly, so he actually really enjoys the mellow buzz of occasionally getting crossfaded on his and Hikaru's coach with a goofy movie playing in the background, alternating taking sips from whatever cocktail or other liqueur he fancied that day, along with puffs from the joint in the other hand.

He never has more than a bowl of popcorn and some crisps in front of him to start, but as the munchies set in, he just can't help himself from ordering anything his little heart desires. It was Haruhi's fault, after all, showing him all those apps he can order from and just letting him download them!

Fast food was bad, an absolute feast spread across several chains and several food delivery drivers getting it all to him in record time. Then came the cookies and cakes and savory snacks from the convenience stores. The menus on the apps even showed pictures, and it all looked so good. So tempting.

He just wanted it all, and the pleasant buzz rid him of thinking critically about it. It also rid him of the realisation, after digging into bag after bag, that - hey! He was getting really full.

But rather than feel kind of disgusted by himself for all of this, the sheer Dionysian decadence of the situation had him feeling more and more... aroused. Squirming in his seat, one hand rubbing over his stomach as the other continued to stuff his mouth with all the delicious pleasures that he'd ordered for himself, thighs squeezed together in an effort to put more friction against his throbbing, hard dick. Whining almost pathetically for the next bite, for more tummy rubs, more friction.

When his hand hits the bottom of the bag, despite the stab of disappointment at there being no more food, he frantically shoved his now free hand down his underwear, ignoring how tight his previously loose sweats are stretched across his heavily bloated belly.

Rubbing and stroking and pawing at himself, still desperately whimpering for more pleasure, more stimulation as a few hiccup-like burps escaped him from the sheer amount he stuffed himself. He cums very quickly, with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, floating and slightly dizzy with all the sensations he's given himself in such a small amount of time.

Part of him feels like he should be ashamed of such debaucherous behavior.

A louder part of him insists on making this a common occurrence.

So, shall I write Kaoru like this again, dear reader?

[findinginga]

I was hoping for Philip Marlowe...

...instead I got an Internet search.

I will admit that the title of this entry betrays my age as well as my of love of film noir. When I think of private investigators I immediately conjure up a hardboiled Dick Powell or Humphrey Bogart trading terse lines of dialogue with a femme fatale.

In my case what I actually paid for were the services of an online investigation agency which promised results but delivered few revelations. The final report of the agency, while helpful, was riddled with inaccuracies and padded with a great volume of previously published cautions related to the risks of internet dating scams. Well intentioned as the bloated cautions may have been, I was left with only a few scraps of new information. The report appeared to rely heavily on open source research, which is exactly the sort of bird-dogging in which I was engaged on my own. They claimed to utilize operatives in Russia. If true, those contacts reported erroneous information in several instances.

(For those of you interested in engaging such a service, I initially worked with Wymoo International which, as I mentioned, was a disappointment.)

Time for my first direct confrontation...yes, there would be more!

I believed, after receiving the Wymoo report, that I had enough information to confront Inga. I was reasonably confident that I stood on solid ground in my knowledge that Ingeborga had lied about her marital status and this was really the most bothersome aspect of the obvious inconsistencies which emerged. The strange desire to change her identification to reflect the surname of her mother's family seemed a contrivance. It appeared highly likely that Denis and Inga were either once or continued to be married. I was obsessed with understanding the underpinnings of the ruse.

It came as no surprise to me that when I revealed some of the detail that I had catalogued, Inga's immediate reaction was to deny that she and Denis were married. Ingeborga insisted that she had never been married. She explained the posts of Denis on her VK social media site were simply a friend asking a favor to help him sell his car and apartment. When the obvious fact that the surname of Denis was the same as the surname she had just adopted Inga quickly dismissed by declaring this family name was very common in Russia. I refused to relent on this topic and it was then that I revealed her background had first been checked as a part of my vetting for a national security clearance. I informed her that the results of that investigation revealed that she had been married. Without missing a beat, Ingeborga began to spin an elaborate story.

All at once the vortex opened...

Inga began to relate, what she intimated, was a soul-crushing experience of deceit and bitter disappointment. According to Ingeborga, on the day of her intended wedding, she learned that her intended spouse was involved in a sexual relationship with her best friend. She went on to describe how this traumatized her and fed into her already cultivated distrust of people. She stated that it had always been difficult to be close to people because, in her experience, they would ultimately use the bonds of trust to disappoint and betray. Inga revealed that the duplicity exposed on her wedding day only served to reinforce what she had come to know from previous life experiences. She went on to reason that because there was an annulment to the marriage, in her mind, she had never been married and did not view her claim as being single or never married to be dishonest.

Needless to say, I was taken aback by this outpouring of personal information which I had been seeking over the previous months. As I was attempting to process all of what she had related, I attempted to clarify a few points. Immediately I assumed that Denis was the man about whom she was speaking but Inga was quick to deny this and reasserted that Denis was a nice guy but was not the man she was going to marry. After a few additional questions related to what she had shared, a very noticeable change became evident in Inga's words to me.

Inga shifted to attack mode and was quite incensed over the thought of having been investigated. I again explained the context for which the initial background check had been conducted but Inga was having none of my reasoning. She cited my lack of trust as my reason for having her investigated and that I was just looking for reasons to end the relationship. Inga issued a warning that she did not tolerate such things and once she stopped communicating with someone, she would not reengage with them.

I was still trying to process all of what had transpired over a brief series of email. Ingeborga had gone from recounting her experiences as a vulnerable, traumatized woman to someone spouting aggressive threats.

What was going on here?

[33roda]

Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

[raggaraddy]

your writing is amazing 🥺

could i ask for a yoongi version of the reader being shot because of them? your other ones are so good!!!

Family affairs

@dramaclub-thin

A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."

[eddswrold-fandicc]

Tomtord Smut

Tom was walking home from the bar, disappointed because it had been closed for cleaning today. Why today? Why couldn't be any other day? This day was the most shit for Tom.

First, he woke up late and missed breakfast. Then, he ran out of alcohol at home. And then Tord wouldn't stop poking at his face. And then Matt dropped his mirror on Tommee bear, getting glass shards in him. After that, Tom had also missed the lunch that Edd made, so he had to make himself a disappointment sandwich.

Today just sucked.

Tom was now at the front door of his shared house. He took a deep breath before walking in. Matt was on the sofa, reading a book with Matt on Matt action being played in the background.

Tom closed the front door and locked it for the night, "Where's everybody else?"

Matt put his finger on his book to keep his place before looking up at Tom, "Edd went to bed, and Todd went to take a shower a few minutes ago."

Tom nodded his head, and then dragged his tired feet to his room. He opened his bedroom door and plopped down on his bed, ready for this day to be over.

"Drunk Tom?"

Great. Now that commie bastard is gonna fuck with him some more today.

Tom turned his body, "No. The bar was closed."

Tord was standing in Tom's doorway with his elbow on the door frame, holding his body. He only had a towel on.

Tom watched a drop of water fall out of his hair, and onto his nose.

"Do you want a picture?" Tord teased.

Tom scoffed and turned back around, burying his face in his arms.

Soon enough, Tom fell asleep, finally glad this day was over with.

Until he was woken abruptly.

"Tom," his body was being shaken.

"Thomas, wake up.." who's shaking Tom's body?

"Please, wake up." Tom's eye opened.

Tord was sitting beside Tom, on his bed, "What the fuck do you want, commie?"

Tom was now upset that he'd been woken up.

"It's storming hard and the power went out. I cant see my hentai."

Tom now sat up, "You woke me up over the power being out?"

It was too dark to see Tord's face, but Tom could feel his body heat radiating from him. He was close.

"Yeah. I was wondering if you had a flashlight. I can't see my hentai."

Tom sighed, "You're not using my flashlight over your stupid cartoon porno. Especially after waking me up over something so stupid."

"Hentai," Tord corrected. "Then how am I supposed to get off? My phone is dead."

Tom made a face, but nobody could see it. "I don't know and I dont care. Get the fuck out of my room so I can sleep."

Then silence.

Tom didn't feel Tord move, he still felt his body heat.

"Commie."

No response.

"Go away."

Still no response.

"... Tord?"

Now Tom put his hands out in front of him to feel for Tord. He felt himself poke Tord's neck. Tord jumped at the sudden physical contact.

Then Tom felt movement. Tord was moving his arm. Tom put his hand on Tord's arm and trailed down to his hand to see what he was doing. And Tord wasn't stopping him.

Tom got to Tords hand and touched something wet. He immediately retreated his hand, "What the fuck! Are you jerking right beside me?! You fucking pervert, get out of here!"

"But Thomas, it felt good when you touched me. Do it again~"

"Get away from me." Tom bore through his teeth.

"Please touch me, Jehovah?"

"No. Go away," Tom repeated.

Then there was silence again. Tom suddenly felt a pair of warm hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto his bed.

Tom was too confused to say anything.

"What if I touch you then~?" Tord's breath hit Tom's neck.

Tom's face immediately heated up and he felt himself getting hard.

No, this shouldn't be happening. Tom didn't like Tord like that, and he sure as hell wasn't gay. Then why is Tom getting hard from this? And why hasn't he said anything yet?

Tord started kissing and sucking on Tom's neck. Tom wasn't pushing him off, so he kept going.

Tord snaked his hand under Tom's hoodie, then under his shirt, and began pulling it off.

Tom was still silent. Maybe he did want this. He still doesn't know.

Tord used his knee to grind on Tom's crotch, and used his hands to rub on Tom's chest.

"Someone's hard." Tord cooed in Tom's ear.

Tom stayed silent as Tord continued kissing on Tom's neck, eventually moving down to his chest and collarbone. Tom bit his lip as Tord touched a sensitive area on his collarbone.

Then Tord stopped, "Tom say something." It was too quiet for him.

Tom thought of something to say. But couldn't think of anything.

"Are... Are you okay, Jehova?" Tord now had a hint of concern in his voice. Only a hint though.

Tom cleared his throat, "I think so.. I've never done this with a guy before and I dont know how i feel about it."

Tord got off of Tom, "Do you want me to stop?"

Tom thought for a moment.

"No. Let's keep going."

Now Tord was shocked. But didn't hesitate to go back down on Tom and continue to kiss on him.

He now used his hand to grind on Tom's clothed erection. Tom started breathing heavily, which Tord liked.

Tord unbuttoned Tom's jeans and pulled them off, along with his underwear, "Top or bottom?"

Do what now? Tord's letting him choose?

"Uhh. I don't know.. whatever I guess.."

Tord shrugged his shoulders and took Tom's cock into his mouth. The movement was so quickly that it caused Tom to jolt. He felt his face heat up like it never has before.

Tord began to quickly suck Tom's cock, making sure to get it all nice and wet.

Tom bit his lip again and closed his voided eyes. Maybe he did like this.

Tord pulled off of Tom's cock and climbed on top of him. Tom now realized that Tord had been naked this whole time. Tord positioned his entrance over Tom's slippery dick, and slowly pushed the head in.

Tord's breathing hitched as his rear end was in pain from the stretch. Tom grabbed Tord's thighs and began rubbing them, finally melting into this session.

And it was helping. Tord started pushing himself further down on Tom, and Tom was now aching to fuck Tord. He wished the lights were on so he can see Tord's face look so vulnerable.

Tord was now fully seated on Tom's cock, waiting for his walls to adjust to the stretch. Truth is, he's never done this before either. Maybe he should have grabbed some lube first.

Tord was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Tom moved his right hand from Tord's thigh to his cock. Tord jolted. His tip was warm and leaking precum. Tord was aching to be touched.

Tom started teasing the tip, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion, and squeezing the tips of his fingers on the shaft. Tord's breathing was shuddering, and he started moving on Tom's cock, loving the pleasure brought to his own.

Tom took his hands off Tord's cock and onto his hips, earning a whimper from Tord. He used his hands to move Tord back and forth on his dick.

Tord placed his hands on Tom's bare chest and bit his lip. It hurt, but it also felt good.

Tord started moving on his own, taking Tom's hand and placing it back on his aching dick. Tom took the signal and began to pump his closed fist around Tord's cock.

Tord felt good like this. So he started making small moans. Tom kicked his head back and took in the pleasure that Tord was giving him. He started thrusting into Tord, causing Tord to gasp and moan kind of loudly.

Tom was now thrusting into Tord and jerking him off at the same time. Tord was a moaning mess, absolutely melting into Tom. And Tom liked seeing Tord so vulnerable. It turned him on even more, so he started thrusting harder and harder, until he heard Tord moan very loudly and his breath shudder.

Tom stopped, "Are you okay?" He couldn't see Tord's face.

"Mmmm... Hah.. y-yeah. Fuck me right there, Tom.. p-pleaseee" Tord moaned into Tom's chest.

So Tom did exactly what Tord asked. He thrusted his cock in that same spot again, earning a load moan from Tord, who was now shaking.

Tom started thrusting faster at that spot, making Tord go nuts. He was scratching at Tom's shoulders and arms, shaking and moaning, trying to kiss on Tom's chest.

Tom was absolutely loving it. Even though he couldn't see Tord's face, he liked the way Tord was acting. He started feeling Tord tighten around his cock. Tom began jerking Tord's cock faster and squeezing his waist with his other hand.

"OH! Ah~ T-T-Tommm.. I'm gon-na cum~! Please make m-mee cum" Tord moaned shakily.

Tom pounded into Tord's sweet spot a few more times before Tord wrapped his arms around Tom's head and nearly screamed into the crook of his neck. Tord's hot seed splattered on both of their stomachs.

But Tom wasn't stopping. Not when he's getting close.

Now Tord was going crazy with overstimulation.

"T-Om, please~! P-please I can't... I can't ta-take it.."

Tom wrapped his arms around a shaky and messy Tord as he made his final thrusts before shooting his load into Tord. Tom grunted as he rode out his orgasm, finally slowing down his pace and coming to a full stop.

Tord was still breathing heavily on him, like he just ran 3 miles, and making small moans.

"Let's hope you didn't wake anyone, commie. You're loud." Tom panted.

Then his phone buzzed. It was a text from Edd.

'Are you guys done yet? Matt is in my room scared because of you two.'

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Phone Sex | j.jh

synopsis: you were horny and couldn’t cum properly so you decide to facetime your boyfriend

pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, a crumb of fluff

warning: masturbation (fem!male)

word count: 1.6k

“baby?” jaehyuns raspy voice fills your ears, suggesting that he was sleeping prior to this call like you’d thought.

“hi babe, I can’t sleep so I called you but you’re… sleeping” you looked at him, visibly disappointed. how were you gonna get off now? you felt bad about calling him this late.

“no, it’s okay baby” he says lowly and holds the phone higher, resting the back of his hand against his eyes. you could see his collarbone peeking out from the loose shirt he was wearing; his hair going in different directions, his slightly puffy face and lips. all of it turned you on.

you slip your right hand into your pants and begin to tease yourself over your panties, moving your index finger up and down your clothed slit. you close your eyes for a split second letting out a small staggered breath.

“so why can’t you sleep?” you hear shuffling from the other side of the screen and see him moving up to turn on his light.

“because I can’t stop thinking about you,” this was in fact true, it was why you were in this position now. you tried to use your imagination, pictures, videos any thing to get the boy off your mind before but none of it worked. you just needed something of him in real time so this is what you came up with.

“well, you woke me up from a dream… that you were in so in a way I was thinking about you too” he takes his hand off his eyes and smiles softly, his dimples showing; his voice was still raspy and deep in this moment. the whole scenery set you off and you had to slip your hands under your panties, feeling all your wetness pool at your fingertips. you let out a soft noise, your face contouring with it.

“what was that?” jaehyuns eyebrows are furrowed.

“uh… I hurt myself, so every time I move my leg it hurts” you quickly make up a lie.

“aw baby,” he pouts and that’s how you know some part of him bought it. “I wish I could kiss it better. what happened?”

“…I hit it on the table leg when I was getting up” you bit your lip, careful not to let out any moans as you watch him bit his lip with a concerned look.

“my poor baby. i’ll kiss it better when I come over tomorrow”

“yes you will” you say with a devilish look. what you were thinking was very dirty, enough to make you throb excessively. you slip your index finger inside yourself, thinking about him eating you out. you slowly thrust your finger into yourself, releasing low, throaty moans.

“y/n” jaehyun says firmly, his tone changing almost immediately. you hum innocently, knowing that any second he was gonna catch on. you paid attention to him, slowing down your fingers.

“what are you doing?” jaehyun was definitely awake now, that was obvious. his whole face was in the camera and his eyebrow was cocked up, looking at you.

“uh… i’m totally not getting off to you” you fake laugh and advert your eyes. you could’ve lied but having to make a lie was tiring and at the same time you kind of wanted him to know.

“you little slut, I should’ve gone with my gut feeling” jaehyun shakes his head thinking deeply before looking back at you. “so you called me at 3 in the morning to get off?”

“that’s right jae now if you will excuse me” you begin to move your finger again, speeding up since he’s already figured it out. on the flip slide, jaehyun whispers the words “fucking slut” and continues to watch you attentively for your facial expressions; it wasn’t long after you notice this and let out a string of profanities, breathily moaning.

“babygirl, let me see that pretty pussy. you wanna open up for me?” you don’t say anything and put the phone down, hurriedly striping your lower half completely naked. you grab the phone and position it between your legs so your legs were spread on either side of the phone. the phone itself was in the center allowing him to see everything.

“damn, look at how wet you are princess. I would lick all of it up in an instant” you hear movement in the background on the other side but don’t think any of it. you slide your hand to your hole, rubbing circles around it, wanting to tease him and yourself.

“jae” you bite your lip, moaning softly.

“babygirl” he bites his lip. he could still see some of your face from the new angle which he was thankful for. he looked to see the way your face reacted to things.

you slide your finger inside and start to go at normal speed, you use your other hand to tease him by running your hands all over your body. you hear him grunt, along with sounds coming from his side, sounds of… small skin slapping and that’s when you put it together.

“jae?”

“yes baby?”

“are you…” you trail off by yourself and he hums, confirming your thought. you bite your lip and speed up a little bit; god you found that so hot.

“now listen to me pretty girl, you’re gonna do exactly what I say alright?” he says, expecting no question to come from it. you hum obediently and wait for his first direction.

“add another finger” he bites his lip harshly and you do as he says, adding another digit. you moan aloud when you feel your pussy stretching. you hear him grunt and the sound of skin slapping gets faster.

“jae I want to see you too” you whine.

“right, sorry baby” you watch him as he repositions his phone. you have to stop yourself from cuming right then and there once his phone is set up and directed right at his area. the farthest you could see was up to his mid stomach and the lowest was his upper thighs. the sight was so hot especially because of his abs and the way they contracted when he stroked his dick. you wanted to lick him up and down. jaehyun had a hot ass body, everyone knew that but you were the only one who got to touch it.

you move your fingers faster, causing him to stroke himself faster. his dick is so pretty, you thought. it may have been weird to verbally admit that but never had it been hard to express it; you often gave him blow jobs and hand jobs just because you loved his dick and the way it reacted to your every move, plus it was just undeniably pretty. this moment was so hot for both of you. the two of you watching each other get off to the other felt so sexy to you.

“jae i-im g-gonna-” you let out a choked moan.

“add another finger and cum for me pretty girl” he groans as his hand starts to speed up. moans and grunts start to fall from his mouth as do yours. you add one more finger just like he says and you let out a lewd moan. your pussy contracting around your fingers as you begin to thrust at an animalistic pace as does his hand, groans and moans are released from both of you, mixing together beautifully.

“jaehyun!” you scream as your hips go into a frenzy, pushing out your warm cum, letting it drip down your centerfold. all meanwhile, his cum spurts out of the slit and land on his abs, thighs, and of course dick. damn was that hot? you swore you would’ve licked him clean if you were there.

“damn babygirl” he breathes heavily and gets up walking out out the frame for a few seconds before returning with a towel to clean himself up. he was all on display for you and so were you considering you hadn’t moved from your position.

“jae” you whine and pout, he hums in response and looks at the screen. “two things, you’re so fucking hot and I want cuddles” he chuckles at that and continues to clean himself.

“two things, you’re the hot one and tomorrow i’ll cuddle you babygirl, I promise” he states and you scrunch your nose, shaking your head at his first statement. he walks out of frame again and comes back with a pair of boxers on. he sits down on his bed and grabs the phone, returning to the position he was in when he first answered the phone.

“clean up babe” he says softly, looking at the mess of liquids all over your pussy.

“i will babe don’t worry” you reach down and grab the phone, pulling it up to you so that he was only looking at your face. jaehyun hated to sit in his cum and so he hated when you did it. “I guess I should go to sleep so then tomorrow will come” he smiles sweetly and nods.

“okay, i’ll see you tomorrow. goodnight I love you pretty girl” jaehyun reaches up to turn off his light and it gets dark, the only light present being the moon, and it was now illuminating on jaehyuns face, highlighting his features.

“goodnight, I love you too jae” you create a kiss sound with your lips and he does the same before hanging up the phone.

you place your phone down, quickly cleaning yourself up with a nearby shirt because you were too lazy to get up and grab a towel like jae. you sigh and pull the comforter up to your neck; not bothering to put on any clothes. you’ll wash the sheets later you decide, closing your eyes, and sighing happily as you bite your lip.

so fucking worth it.

NCT Masterlist

[intercoursefluids]

Marry Me Part 1

Dick cracks the kitchen door open and takes a picture of the scene.

Marinette kneading dough with a focused look on her face, Damian sitting at the counter occasionally looking up at Marinette before continuing to sketch.

Dick turns to the side, noticing Alfred coming his way and scrambles to hide the evidence of his snooping.

Alfred looks at him, raising an eyebrow before walking in the door.

Dick waits around 6 minutes for Alfred to walk out and away before creeping back over to the door.

Soft instrumental music now fills the air, Marinette humming along as Damian watches her with a soft smile.

Marinette's soft humming fills the air accompanied by Damian's pencil strokes.

Dick pulls out his phone taking a small video and posting it to his personal twitter with the caption “It’s so Domestic!” followed with a crying emoji.

Marinette finishes kneading the dough and starts to form them into little rolls, placing them on the pan as she sways to the music.

Jason arrives just as she finishes.

Dick waves like crazy, signaling him to be quiet, and for once Jason listens.

He comes over peeking through the door with Dick before breaking out into a wide grin, pulling his phone out as Marinette places the pan in the oven, turning on the timer before washing her hands of the flour.

They watch as she hums swaying to the music as she dries her hand with a dish towel when the unexpected happens.

Now to understand their shock, you’ll need some background information.

Damian Wayne would rather gouge out his own eyes before dancing with someone.

So imagine their surprise when their little brother stands up and walks over to an oblivious Marinette, humming softly with her.

He taps her on the shoulder to get her attention before bowing at the waist and holding out his hand to her.

“May I have this dance?”

Marinette smiles blindingly bright before placing her hand in his.

He guides her around the room, spinning her periodically with the softest look any of them have ever seen on his face.

He starts to hum louder than before as he spins her before pulling her close again with a hand on her face.

Dick has to put a hand over his mouth and pass his phone to Jason because he's shaking so much. Tears stream freely down his face as he stifles his sobs.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Neither brother even jumps at Selinas sudden voice, instead mutely nodding their agreements.

Dick leans back against his step-mom, sniffling at the display of affection playing out in front of them.

“It’s okay Dick, me and Selina are crying too.”

One look at Jason and Selina confirms that they are both in fact crying as they record. Well in Jason's case his eyes are a little shiny.

The song comes to an end as a timer rings.

They break away and Dick takes back his phone, stopping the video as Marinette checks and something in a pot on the stove.

Dick is about to step away when he notices Selina still filming and Tim walking towards them.

“What are you all doing? And why is Selina recording?”

Thankfully Tim seems to notice the secretive atmosphere and whispers not giving away their position to the two inside the kitchen.

“Your little brother is being sweet and I have a feeling that he’s not done being affectionate yet.”

Tim raises an eyebrow crouching down next to the rest of them and pulls out his phone before pointing it through the gap.

“Blackmail kinda sweet or make me cry kinda sweet?”

He turns back to the rest and sees Dicks face before pulling out a handkerchief that Marinette made him.

“Nevermind.”

They turn back in time to see Marinette finish stirring whatever is in the pot and move it off the heat before turning back to Damian.

Hugging him she rests her head on his chest with a smile as a new song starts up.

“Do you want to dance?”

Marinette looks up at Damian with a confused smile on her face.

“I thought we already did, mon chou?”

Damian chuckles softly tucking some of the hair that fell from her bun behind her ear.

“That we did, Habibiti. But against my better judgment I can’t help but find that dancing with you is one of the finer things in life.”

Marinette smirks at him, her hand coming up to grasp the wrist of the hand still cupping her cheek.

“Well then maybe we shouldn’t dance, afterall too much of something you enjoy can lead to an addiction.”

Damian smiles, swooping down to kiss her softly before pulling away.

“Indulge me just this once?”

Marinette sighs heavily, before speaking.

“Oh alright, but just this once.”

Behind the door there isn’t a dry eye in sight, even Jason shed a tear or two.

They start dancing again but not quite how they were before.

Before they were doing proper ballroom dances, now they just hold each other close and sway. Marinette's arms around his neck and her head resting on his chest, meanwhile Damians arms wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against him with his chin resting on top of her head, both of their eyes closed. The perfect picture of contentment.

Dick snaps a picture before immediately posting it to his twitter with an attempt at a caption that looks more like a keyboard smash since he can’t see very well through his tears.

They sway together for a long while before a second timer sounds.

They break apart, albeit reluctantly, and Marinette pulls the tray from the oven before carrying it over to the counter and switching the now golden brown buns to a cooling rack.

Since she is now facing the door the brothers plus Selina have a perfect view of Damians face from where he stands behind her.

Dick, now coherent enough to take pictures without them being blurry, lets the others film as he takes another picture. Posting it again to his private twitter so the rest of the family can see.

His face is full of pure adoration and love for the girl working in front of him.

“Mon Chou? Can you grab the glaze from the fridge? I need it.”

Damian immediately snaps out of his daze to do as she asks. He places the bowl by her hand before wrapping her up in a hug from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Marinette.”

Dick immediately takes two pictures, one with just the hug and Marinette working and another of her smiling after he says he loves her. And just like the rest, he immediately uploads them.

She smiles, stepping away to untie her apron and walking away. Effectively breaking the hug much to their 4 spectators disappointment.

“I love you too, Damian.”

She walks around the counter to hang up her apron, leaving only a few feet between her and the people who are filming them.

She doesn’t make it.

“I think I want to marry you.”

The 4 sharp inhales go unnoticed by the two teens as Marinette drops her apron, spinning around to face Damian with a bright blush.

“What?”

Marinette's voice is barely a whisper, as Damian rounds the island to come stand next to her, taking her hands and accidentally angling them in the perfect view to show both of their faces to the cameras.

“Let me reword that. Marinette, I know I want to marry you.”

Tears start to form in her eyes as Damian gets down on one knee, pressing a kiss to each of her hands before he starts to speak again.

“Marinette, you are so incredibly phenomenal. Ever since the first day I met you I knew I was doomed to fall for you, I just wasn’t prepared for how hard I would actually fall.”

Dick snaps another picture managing to type out a simple “OMFG” before posting.

“You are the only one I have ever been able to see myself spending the rest of my life with, the only one I have ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Tears stream down Marinette's face as Damian looks into her eyes.

“I know that you have been hurt by the people you trusted most, you’ve told me how the people who were supposed to stay by your side turned you back on you.”

Damian sighs, turning her hands up and kissing her palms.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I vow from this day forward that in any way I may accidentally hurt you, even when I try my damndest to prevent it, that I will allow it to be done onto myself tenfold. I will stand by your side but I will never force you to remain by mine. When you want to take the lead I will cover your blind spots and protect you from those who try to blindside you. When you can’t think of a plan right away, or are too overwhelmed to take the lead I will stand front and center to cover you till we make it to safety. My sword arm, my strength, and my knowledge are at your disposal. And my heart and love are yours to take.”

Selina reaches over dick to Jason and Tim, putting her hands on their shoulders as they both cry freely.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing or even understanding my emotions.”

Marinette opens her mouth at his self deprecating tone, but Damian rushes to catch her off guard.

“Even so, the one thing I am sure of is that there will never be enough words to tell you just how much I love you. I will happily spend everyday for the rest of my life, trying to show you just how much you mean to me. And even then it won’t be enough.”

Damian pauses giving Marinette time to let out her thoughts before he continues.

“Oh Damian, I-, but what will everyone think? We’re 16! No one even knows I am with you outside of friends and family. What will we do when people call me a gold digger? I- people in France already don’t like me. I don’t want to drag you through the mud with me by agreeing to marry you Damian.”

Marinette winces, slowly pulling her hands away from Damians. He just grips them tighter.

“Marinette.” His serious tone makes everything go quiet, silencing even his brothers and stepmom's soft sobs.

“There are only two things in existence that could stop me from marrying you and one of them is if you say ‘No’. If the people in France believe that they have any say in what you do or don’t do just because they believe the words of a liar over you, it just proves that they are even dumber than I thought. As for our age? We can be engaged for the two years it takes us to turn 18, or if you want, we can wait longer. I don’t mind. And I’m pretty sure that if someone called you a ‘gold digger’ Jason, Dick, and Tim would put a stop to it before word even got to us.”

He gently pulls her hands back again, kissing her palms as she speaks.

“What's the other thing?”

He hums in question, meeting her eyes.

“You said that there were only two things that could stop you from marrying me, one was me saying ‘No’. What’s the other?”

Damian straightens slightly making sure she knows just how serious he is.

“Death.”

It's silent for a minute, no one daring to breathe.

“Yes.”

It's barely a whisper, hardly more than a breath, and yet it holds more worth than anything else in the world.

“Yes I will marry you, Damian.”

Damian immediately jumps up wrapping Marinette in a hug and spinning around with the before dropping to the ground again.

“I can’t believe you said yes.”

Marinette laughs at Damian, happy tears flowing down her face.

“You asked me!”

“I didn’t think that I was lucky enough for you to actually say yes!”

Marinette giggles again pulling Damian into a kiss that he happily returns, at least before he groans loudly and breaks, instead resting his forehead against hers.

“What's wrong?”

Damian sighs his shoulders lumping before answering.

“I have to tell my brothers and Selina by tomorrow. At least Dick and Selina so they can help me-”

He cuts off, paling severely.

“Dicks gonna kill me. I proposed to you without a ring, and he will skin me alive for it.”

Marinette laughs again.

“I’ll ask him to spare you. Besides, he can’t have me as his sister-in-law if he kills my husband.”

Marinette blushes at him as he smiles.

“Tomorrow, I’ll get the ring tomorrow. I don’t think I could wait any longer than that to finally put a ring on your finger.”

They cuddle up together, relishing in each other's presence.

Dick is the first to stand up, followed by Jason, Tim, and then Selina.

They walk down to the cave, all staying silent as their phones save the videos they were lucky enough to take.

Once they make it the tears start up again, full volume wails coming from dick and sniffles from Jason.

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Dick cries into his stepmother's hair. His brothers following suit.

All of a sudden Dicks phone starts going off like crazy.

He pulls it out annoyed ready to tell whoever is on the other end off for interrupting his cry sesh.

467 notifications and climbing from twitter.

He opens it to the picture he snapped when Damian started swinging Marinette through the air with the caption ‘She said yes! BRB gonna go cry my eyes out’.

He looks at his username with horror, paling considerably as he looks at his family.

“I fucked up.”

[princessb4mbi]

Hey! Could you write about how Naruto would deal with a bratty sub. (Black fem reader pls)

ARE YOU MAD AT ME BABY?

✿ warnings: oral (m receiving), teasing, ass slapping, cock fucking? naruto uses his shadow clone jutsu + black fem reader

the news plays in the background while you wash the dishes. you smack your lips, annoyed at how you boyfriend naruto always leaves a mess, then takes off after. just how lazy can he get? you promised yourself that you would be petty to him when he gets home, and you always keep your promises.

you finish up the last of the dishes as you hear the doorbell jingle. you start your plan into action. the most he does anyways is just kiss you hello then goes to take a shower, so you’ll just ignore his kiss. and him.

“hi baby, how are you?” he says giving you a neck kiss. the space between you two is silence. he groans in disappointment. “don’t be like that.. talk to me.” his large rough hand rubs your stomach in an attempt to make you laugh. doesn’t work.

“fine, if you gonna be like then..” you feel his presence disappear but you then feel a stinging sensation on your ass. you turn around quickly to curse out naruto, but he’s not there either. him and his stupid justus. he’s like a 12 year old boy who’s found out he’s a wizard.

you walk out the kitchen to be meet with a manspreading naruto on the couch, staring dead at you.

“are you mad at me baby?” he pats his hand with his hand, signaling you to come sit on it. but then again, you won’t fall into his tricks once more. he tilts his head and locks his blue eyes into yours. looking more serious than before. “come here.” hesitant, you walk towards him, taking a seat next to him, but not on him.

he covers your whole body with his, giving you no room to escape. “what’s the issue. tell me.” he says looking at you.

“you’re the issue.”

he smirks and lifts an eyebrow, shocked at your response. he lifts his hand up to your chin, caressing your lips. “do we have an attitude with today hmm?.. are you really gonna be a brat today?” he gets up from his spot, his crotch facing your face. he rubs himself through his pants, you not being able to turn away from such an erotic act. he breathes heavily then stops what he’s doing.

he leans down to grab one of your hands and places it right on his crotch. you feel his extremely hard and big boner, mere seconds away from bursting through his pants. “see what you do to me? take care of it.”

you slightly aroused but still feeling bratty shake your head no. naruto squints his eyes while poking a hole in his tongue with his cheek. “now you’re just being petty aren’t you? cause’ i know you wouldn’t hesitate to suck me off.” he’s right. you wouldn’t hesitate. but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t hesitate to tease him either, and thats exactly what you going to do.

you tug naruto down back onto the couch, while you get on the floor, kneeling straight up to naruto and his boner. “forgive my pettiness baby, i’ll take care of you right away.” you say hiding a slight smirk. oh you were gonna take care of him alright.

you plant kisses on his clothed crotch, unzipping the zipper with your mouth. naruto stares down at you menacingly, believing he actually won. you pull down his dress pants to his feet. his dick slightly pops up, but still restricted from his boxers. you rub the tip of his dick, spreading around his pre-cum on his boxers and your fingers. at the same time, you move your hand up and down around his cock, making him whimper. you do this for about two minutes until naruto starts to get irritated.

“that’s enough.. put it in your mouth already.” you silently obey, pulling his thick veiny dick out his boxers. you also pull them down to the floor, now having more access to blow him off. you give him small kitty licks, feeling his veins all over your tongue. naruto throws his head back and massages the top of his head. now’s the chance.

you circle your tongue around the tip of his dick, tasting his salty pre-cum. you place another hand massaging his trimmed balls. he breathes heavily in response, the grip of his hand getting tighter on your head. “mmgf.. take me all in..” he moans.

you take about 1/4 of his dick in, bobbing your head up and down at that part only. naruto groans in dissatisfaction, smacking him lips together. you ignoring his complaints continue to suck him off. till you suddenly hear a shadow clone justu come out his mouth. you attempt to quickly get off his dick, but a hand from behind pushes you farther down. you immediately gag on his dick, not being able to collect your thoughts.

when was the hand on your head removed? were you so deep into teasing him that you couldn’t notice his hand signals from above? regardless, what was supposed to be you teasing naruto turned into naruto disciplining you. “f-fuck im close..” he breathes out.

no. no. no no no. you weren’t going to let him win, but you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t think that use of the scj is the best possible. and it turned you on. you hum while taking him in, naruto’s dick twitching from the action. he shoots a hot, salty thick load into you mouth. you swallowed it immediately. his clones poofs, and you hear his hearty laugh from above.

“are you ok? you were really took back!” he says with his dumb little grin. you roll your eyes and pout, getting up to walk away but he grabs you and situates you on his lap. you look into his eyes and say, “clean up after yourself.” he laughs in your face.

“really? that’s what you’re ignoring me for?” he looks at you confused. you nod your head yes. “oh great! i thought you were gonna talk about me breaking your grandma’s plate.” he grins. your eyebrow furrow.

“my what?”

naruto quickly puts his pants back on and shoves you off his lap, running away from you.

“narutooo!”

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

Streaming, Flaxen, Waxen; or Yang and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Jaune: *Storming in* Okay, it was kinda funny when you started hiding my scissors, Yang, but you gotta stop.

Yang: *Who had been eating her lunch, talking with Blake* Okay, what?

Jaune: My razors, Yang. Stop stealing them already.

Yang: *Genuinely baffled* Don’t know what’s crawled up your ass, Jaune, but I haven’t touched your razors. Or your scissors.

Jaune: Oh sure and I just happened to wanna grow my hair out.

*Sure enough Jaune’s blonde hair now reaches past his shoulders in a half up, half down style*

Blake: *Swirling a glass of water, eying Jaune* I think it looks nice.

Jaune: *High pitched* i tHinK iT loOkS nICe.

Yang: Hey, watch it. She’s being serious. It’s a good look--

Jaune: Fine, whatever, but the beard!? C’mon, stop playing games.

*Jaune also has a pale, almost metallic blonde beard that’s gotten pretty long - to the point where he needs a beard comb*

Yang: And I’m telling you *blows a raspberry, covers her mouth*

Jaune: *Opens mouth, closes it* Okay, not gonna lie. That kind of dismissal actually stings, Yang.

Blake: *Smiling behind her glass* Jaune. *Nods to the wall behind him*

Ruby: *Blushing*

Weiss: *Wide eyed*

Jaune: *Gears slowly start working*

Jaune: *Realization dawns, gasp overdramatically* IT WAS YOU TWO!

Yang: *Bursts out laughing*

Blake: *Giggles*

Jaune: *Gazing brokenly into the distance* Betrayed by my own girlfriends. Oh, I can totally understand why every singer ever has written about heartbreak now.

Weiss: *Eyes are still fidgeting, not looking  at him directly and her cheeks have pinked* Oh stop. I-it’s just...*awkward pause* well it was Ruby’s idea so she should explain it!

Ruby: *Blushes harder and ignores Yang’s cackling* What!? Weiss you traitor! *Weiss refuses to look at her, clasping her hands* Well, uh, Jaune, i-it’s...ah, I know! How about me, you and Weiss go to the bedroom and I’ll fuck Weiss’ face on your dick while you eat me out!

Weiss: *Immediately goes bright crimson, shrieks* RUBY ROSE!

Blake: *Silently shaking from laughter*

Yang: *Freezes, lurches forward a bit* Oh. Well this is a new kind of pain.

*Weiss is slapping at a squealing Ruby, face burning and trying to get past the taller girls defenses*

Ruby: *Defending herself and peeking at Jaune from between her arms* H-howza ‘bout it!? Ow, Weiss, I’m sorry! Ow!

Jaune: *Crosses arms, gives disappointed stare*

Ruby: ACK! Not that look! OW WEISS, MY EYE! *To Jaune, hand over her eye* I only like that look when it’s cause I couldn’t hold my breath long enough or cause I came before Weiss *mutters* again. *Weiss slaps her on the top of the head* Ow, my soft spot!

Weiss: *Her neck is now red too as she finally, grumpily, crosses her own arms* Your entire head’s a soft spot.

Blake: *Has her face on the table to hide her tearful eyes, her body shaking*

Yang: *Clutches her heart* What happened to my sweet little baby sister who wanted me to braid her hair and brought me cookies and her stuffie when I was sad?

Ruby: *Defeated* Fine. I hope you know just what you were turning down--

Yang: *Crisis intensifies*

Ruby: --but if you have to know, it’s c-cause, well, *quickly* you look super hot with long hair.

Yang: *Distressed* She can shatter my entire world without blinking an eye but that’s what’s got her bashful!?

Jaune: *Blinks* Uh, thanks?

Ruby: *Blushing, looks away bashfully* Really hot. *Nudges Weiss*

Weiss: *Won’t look him in the eye* No matter how you wear it. Right now? You kinda look like a viking and i-it’s...yummy. *Ruby nods agreeing* Ponytail?

Ruby: Somewhere between starving, sexy artist and casual Jaune, which is just as sexy if not more.

Weiss: And g-gods help either one of us if you let it down because I don’t think you understand how good you look with a breeze running through your hair, just l-looking over the horizon.

Ruby: Even if you’re just thinking about what you’re gonna eat later. Trust me. It works. *Eyes glaze over* It’s like someone took hot guy and heroic knight and wrapped them all into one and *whistles and Yang flinches at it*

Weiss: T-the point is it looks good. Very good.

Jaune: *Shocked, very flattered and blushing* Oh. I had no idea. And my beard?

Weiss: *Face wobbles and she squeals, putting her hands over her face*

Ruby: Uh, that’s Weiss for she likes the way it feels. *Carefully puts an arm up, eying her girlfriend cautiously* Especially when you’re going down on her or she parks it right on you.

Weiss: *Screams into her hands, kicks Ruby in the shin and turns away* R-Ruuuubyyyy!!!!!! These things are supposed to be private! B-between lovers!

Yang: *Looking harrowed* Finally someone speaking sense in this broken, twisted world.

Ruby: Please, Yang knows I do stuff. She’s fine.

Yang: *Gapes, swallows* I think I understand how Dad felt when I started dating now.

Ruby: *Shrugs at Jaune* And I kinda love that too. Plus, just...mmmm.

Jaune: *Rubs his neck, looking away* ‘Mmm’?

Weiss: *Muffled* Yes. Beards suit you. Y-you’re handsome no matter what, but the p-pervert’s not wrong to suggest that this new look is very attractive.

Jaune: *Genuinely bashful* Oh. Then I guess it’s not so bad. But why didn’t you just say something-- *Looks at Weiss hiding while Ruby won’t stop cutely fidgeting* --aaannnddd nevermind. Got it.

*They all awkwardly stand there for a few minutes before Jaune nods, looks to Yang*

Jaune: Sorry for accusing you guys, I just figured this had practical joke written all over it.

Yang: *Weakly* N-no problem, Jaune.

Ruby: *Nods in the background* Okay, you got us both all worked up again - OW! My butt! I’m gonna make you kiss it better, Wei-OW-OW-OW! I’m sorry! *Focuses on Jaune, rubbing her recently slapped bottom* Jaune. Bedroom.

Jaune: *Immediately distracted* Well I guess if I’m having that much of an effect *trails off before smirking* but I think I know two girls who are in clear need of spankings. Faces down and asses up, you naughty girls.

Ruby: *Whispers* Oh gods we gave him confidence. *Shivers, salutes* Yes sir! *Scampers off*

Weiss: *Staring wide eyed, blush acting back up and she swallows, speaks quietly* You’re not the boss of me.

Jaune: *Smirks, walking forward* Oh? *Chases after Weiss who shrieks, spins and runs after Ruby, following her with his head held surprisingly high*

Blake: *Breathing heavily, hiccuping while wiping away mirthful tears* Oh my goodness. Those three are something else.

Yang: *Thousand yard stare* I want to die and never see the light of day again.

Blake: Oh please.

Yang: My poor, innocent baby sister! *Trying not to cry as Blake rolls her eyes, grabbing Yang’s arm to lead her outside and away from the house*

[bri-in-ur-attic]

Sending Love Through

Rock'n roll AU cuz y not

Heavily inspired by an extremely underrated movie called Rock and Rule w not only the story but the song too, the song used here is called “Angel’s song” and it’s soooo good, im so addicted to it,..,

A/n: this took me so long,, like 2 weeks :’)

Genshin characters (albedo, ayato, kazuha, xiao)x gn!reader

ngl i rlly don’t like albedo’s part, which makes me super sad cuz he’s my fav,..

Warnings: y/n’s current (soon-to-be-ex boyfriend is a dick >:/

Summary: You are part of a band with your boyfriend, Felix, a diva is what he is in short. Even you don’t know how you tolerated him for this long. The final straw for the relationship was during the show. But it’s ok, you are far better without him! And you earned the attentions of people more charming than him >:) <3

The band wasn’t that popular really, yes there were fans but only those in your town knew it. But you always appreciated the support regardless, your boyfriend, Felix was incredibly ambitious and had his head up his ass sometimes, never physically abusive but you didn’t feel loved by him sometimes, the other band members were chill but you arent close with them as you all saw each other as band collages rather than close friends.

Today was a special day as you were ready to perform your new song, unfortunately, Felix also wanted to perform his song as well

“Felix, can we just perform both of our songs?”

You reached to cup his face to which he scoffed and pulled away

“Whatever fine.”

As much as you were not happy in the relationship, there were sweet moments with Felix that you severely missed but now you rarely had those moments these days, if you were to break up with him, there were many possibilities as he could either straight up leave the band or he wouldn’t, and things would be extremely awkward and working together is gonna be harder.

With sigh, you wanted to focus on the show and drive the negative thoughts away

During the show, Felix sang his song that was full of hatred that it made some of the crowd confused and cringe with only a few handful cheering and fangirling over him, the crowd only seemed to only enjoy when you sung as the background singer but most of your vocals were drowned away by Felix’s harsh playing of his electric guitar

The final beat of the song concluded and you were ecstatic and nervous, it was your time to be the main singer

You set one foot closer on the stage ready to play

Only for Felix to interrupt you by continuing to play on his guitar harshly

Looking back at your band mates who were just as confused as you, you look back at Felix and strung a note on your instrument interrupting Felix back, causing him to stop and look at you with an annoyed expression

~“Oh what will the signal be

For your eyes to see me

Watching off side as I wait

Just in case you need me

So I still will set the stage

Send my thoughts to you”

While singing you reached out a hand for Felix to join only to see him walking back stage and causing a sad and disappointed expression on your face

But only briefly

You were sick and tired of Felix and his bitchy attitude

And so you continue to sing and raise the mic higher and had it close to your lips as the crowd gets more excited

“I’m receiving every wave

That send, send love through”~

The crowd goes wild and so does the electric guitar in your hands

Little did you know your song would make a huge impact on a couple of charming people

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ALBEDO

He came with Sucrose because she was a fan of the band and she invited Albedo to come as friends! Albedo was hesitant at first when he heard the band was on the rock genre, and well-

Let’s be honest Albedo doesn’t seem like a rock’n roll type person at all and probably listens to classical music or smth  

But Sucrose mentions about a certain member that she adores for not only their voice, but their skills in the guitar as well!

With nothing else better than to do, he agrees to come

And he regretted it at first-

But only during Felix’s song! Albedo hated how Felix’s song was so loud and obnoxious, he was about to leave until Sucrose tells him to wait, you were stepping on stage to sing!

Albedo sees your figure walk towards the stage seemingly about to sing, he was intrigued

Until your rude boyfriend interrupts you

He saw how dejected you were and felt pretty bad for you

But when you strung the note on your electric guitar, which was nice to listen to compared to your wayward boyfriend

Oh and when you sang your song, Albedo was in cloud9, your voice sends euphoric shivers down his spine

Let’s just say, you gained a new huge fan who drew buttload of fanarts of you and would die for you to sign them <33

AYATO

Lucky you! The Kamisato siblings both are now your fans! Thoma invited them to the show, Ayaka immediately accepting to come, Ayato did too but he wasn’t as excited as his sister and really only came to spend some quality family time with Ayaka

Ayaka was one of the few who clapped after Felix’s performance not because she liked it, but because she’s kind like that,..

When you walked forward the stage, you had a completely different aura from your whimsical boyfriend, Ayato was actually quite interested in what you were about to play

So you can imagine his disappointment when Felix barged in very rudely

But then was blown away when you started singing, Ayato couldn’t stop staring at you as his expectations were blown away  

And with his keen eyes, Ayato didn’t miss it when you offered a hand to your boyfriend, you were still offering a second chance to that douche! But still, Ayato admired your devotion, even though it was misplaced

Dare he say it, it was quite an attractive feature of yours along with your singing and cuteness ;))

KAZUHA

(BWHAHAHA IM GURANTEED HIM LEZZGOO)

As an lover of the arts, Kazuha enjoys every genre of music!

He's theater kid and found you practicing in the auditorium, and once you told him you were part of band Kazuha was hooked

Kazuha actually helped you w your vocal performance and writing some songs. Music bonded the two of you, forming a friendship! And may or may not have developed a little crush on you

Of course he didn’t like Felix at all since he believed that he was the reason you never reached your full potential

AND WHEN I TELL YOU HE ALMOST WENT UP STAGE TO BONK FELIX W HIS OWN GUITAR WHEN HE INTERUPTED YOU, I FUKING MEAN IT

Kazu, who normally is calm and never makes impulsive decisions, almost threw hands for you dammit >:((((((

But thankfully you broke out of your shell and interrupted Felix back like the baddie you are, not mention how much of a banger your singing was!

In the middle row, you could see Kazuha proudly smiling at you, missing how lovestruck he looked due to him being at a distance

Maybe Kazuha should make a move now that you’re back on the single market~~

XIAO

Originally came to the show w his gf

During the past days and months, the relationship wasn’t working out well (sound familiar? wink wink) and was hoping this date would help, lol nope

Later on the show, he had enough of her simping over Felix and gave up trying to fix the relationship to which he was going tell her, over text,.

Regardless, he stayed for the show because he noticed a certain cute h/c haired background singer even though they didn’t sing much (look whos a simp now ehe)

When they looked like they were about to sing, Xiao’s normally harsh expression softened

And cue to an asshole of a boyfriend taking the spotlight again

Xiao clenched his teeth and glared harshly at Felix

His expression morphed into shock, pleasantly surprised when you gave Felix a taste of his own medicine

Xiao watched as you reached for Felix only for him to walk backstage like a bigass baby, ‘you deserve way better than that jerk’  Xiao says quietly to himself

He seriously didn’t expect you to rebel back at Felix as you looked so quiet and shy, but his adoration grew tenfold

And it was as if a miracle had happened as both you and Xiao are now single after getting out of a toxic relationship <3

Fate is a funny thing

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I drew the bois on paper cuz i wasnt home and i had my sketchbook an was like “lol y not”

also i digital art has been hating on me these days >:/

[weasel-b33]

500 Miles (j.p x fem!reader)

Description: A few years after the birth of your son Harry, you and your husband James recall the beginning of your relationship. (NO VOLDY I CAN NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF) 

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, A little Swearing, idk Cute Daddy James, Prolly many spelling errors I wrote this late and I am very tired...

 (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING KINDA SIRIUS hehe SO IM SORRY IF IT IS TERRIBLE) 

Also the dates may be a bit wrong so im sorry in advance!! 

italicized is flashback!! 

Lyrics used in the song are from “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers (I KNOW THE SONG CAME OUT IN ‘87 BUT SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF PLEASE)

(not my gif)

The rambunctious laughter of the four year-old toddler and his father echoed throughout the large estate.

“Daddy!” exclaimed the messy haired Harry, “Can I please have a story.” Heavily emphasizing the puppy dog eyes he learned from his godfather, Sirius, a few years prior.

James Potter, the man unable to say no to anyone, tried to recall a story he had not told his son. Thinking back to the fairy tales of a prince slaying a fictional dragon, even though they are very much real, to save the princess that his mother used to tell him, James realized he was all out of good material. 

“I’m sorry bubs, I have nothing new too share,” the bespectacled man added lamely. The disappointment was instant on the child’s face, but luckily before the waterworks began, Y/N Potter strolled through the foyer into the den.

“Mommy!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and bonding over to his mother, nearly knocking her over with his brute strength.

“Umph- Where’s the fire lovey?” you questioned with a slight chuckle. The dramatics of your son were never a surprise. Between his father and Sirius, you were surprised he had not acted much worse. Walking, more like sliding due to the child gripping your calves, over to your husband and lightly pecking his lips you ask, 

“What’s wrong now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sheepishly stated, “I sorta don’t have a new story to tell him... he’s a bit peeved, if you couldn’t tell.”

A loud laugh tore through your throat as you pet your son’s hair affectionately.

“Come off Harry, Mommy has a perfect story to tell you,” you crooned softly.

“You do?”Harry questioned, rubbing the tears out of his stunning green eyes.

You picked him up and sat down near James, “Yes poppet, I have a very interesting story about how two very special people fell in love.” 

James quickly turned his head and quirked a questioning brow, “It all started when they were 15...” 

November 7, 1975

Quietly sitting on the vermilion couch of the Gryffindor Common Room, you began to fade out the noise of Lily ranting about the recent History of Magic exam, and Marlene’s long monologue over if she should or should not cut bangs. Instead, you were beginning to rip out each and every one of the hairs on your head because your Potions essay was nearly finished, yet you could not get those final words to conclude it all. 

Across the common room, a rowdy group of teenage boys, better known as the Marauders, were planning the newest prank on Snape. 

"We should give him that shampoo that will change his hair pink,” Sirius added.

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, “Pads, we did that last time come on..”

“WE HAVE NOTHING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH US, MOONY, HELP I’M DYING OF NO CREATIVITY!” Sirius exclaimed throwing himself across the scarred boy.

Although, many people turned their attention to the dark haired pureblood, James seemed he could not take his eyes off the girl nearly burning holes into her parchment, the girl he has fancied since he was 12. 

While playing with the snitch he stole, he said, “What if we tried that new rain spell we learned in charms today?” 

“Too difficult, we have not had enough practice.” Remus dismissed. “Well what if I found someone to practice on?” James added quickly turning to face his werewolf best friend. 

“Sure... Whatever, I could care less- Pads, get the bloody hell of me before I kick your arse,” 

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY REMUS JOHN,” Sirius yelled beginning his quick climb up the stairs to the boys dorm, with Remus and Peter quickly following.

“You comin’ Prongs?” Remus asked to the brunette still staring at the girl with shaky hands.

“No, I’ll come up in a few, still want to try to figure this prank out...” he said quietly. The lanky boy followed his best friends line of sight and quietly smirked to himself.

“Alright, don’t wear yourself out too much.” 

Even throughout the commotion, you still made no move to change your line of sight. That was until Marlene nudged you and whispered into your ear.

“Psst! Oi! Y/N! Why is Potter staring at you?” 

You quickly shook your head and waved off her question, opting to continue to find the right words.

Well until your blonde friend gripped your jaw, and turned your head to the direction of the boy. You instantly made eye-contact with the messy haired Gryffindor and quirked a brow. He smirked and turned his head away. You thought nothing of the interaction, until you felt a sudden drop above your head...

Instantly, it seemed as though there was a storm in the common room. Looking towards the ceiling you saw the dark rain cloud above your head. Quickly turning your head to the essay you were writing you noticed it completely wet and ruined. You jumped into action, trying to salvage what you could, but it was too late. Ignoring the screeches of your friends and fellow housemates, you began to look for the source of the cloud.

That was until you made eye contact with the laughing and smug James Potter.

“POTTER!” you yelled. Almost immediately the rain stopped, but the damage had been done. “JAMES POTTER! YOU BETTER HAVE A REASON YOU STARTED A STORM IN THE COMMON ROOM!” 

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Marauders came down to the common room to witness what was happening. But all they saw was a yelling match between you and their brunette best friend.

“YOU ARE A DICK JAMES POTTER! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS COMING! IT’S GONNA BE SO NICE TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN ALL YOUR ACTIONS FINALLY COME TO KICK YOU IN THE ARSE!” you yelled.

“What? I did nothing, I don’t mean to dampen your mood, but I have no idea what you are on about.” James replies smugly.

“UGH- YOU ARE A BULLY AND A RIGHTEOUS, STUCK UP, EGOTISTICAL ARSEHOLE! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BECAUSE-- OH MY! I-” You were quickly being dragged away by your red head companion. 

“Y/N, he is not worth it... let’s just leave.” 

“NO! I HAVE TO RESTART MY ESSAY! I WAS THIS BLOODY CLOSE. UGH- YOU ARE AN ARSE JAMES POTTER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT!”

“Y/N, it was just a prank, its no big deal relax.” James said.

“RELAX! ARE YOU KIDDING... I-” you paused taking shallow and rapid breaths, ‘you know I can not believe you think its funny. You truly have no regard for people and how they feel do you?” you asked slowly and meticulously. 

“Prongs, just apologize and lets go..” Remus said quickly.

“I- I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal.” James tried to say to you, but it was no use because you had already dragged Lily and Marlene out the common room and to the library to re-start your assignment. 

“Oh, COME ON! I did not” James stated jokingly.

“Darling, you must certainly did, I barley passed that essay as well. I blame you for me getting an E in that class.” You replied giggling.

“Moooommmyyy! Story, get back to the story,” Your son said dramatically, grabbing your cheeks and turning to face him for extra effect.

Hearing a chuckling from James in the background, “Alright bubs, back to the the story”

January 23, 1976

After months of back and forth between you and James, he was fed up trying to get your attention. From roses to chocolate, to even a firework show in your honor, James believed he had done everything to apologize to you for his stupid prank and prove his affection.

Tired of his friends constant whining, Remus and Sirius decided to take matters into their own hands and talk to someone who knew you better than anyone else, Lily and Marlene.

“Oh Evans, Mckinnon, we are in grave need of your beautiful minds” Sirius flirted. Remus smacked him across the head adding, “Ignore the git, we need some help its about-”

“James?” Lily and Marlene said in unison.

“Yeah...how did you know” Remus questioned. “Are we gonna ignore the fact they spoke at the same time” Sirius said, once again receiving a blow from his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Lily remarked, “Well, Y/N has been complaining about him for months,” Marlene quickly interjected, “...and you never are without him so its an easy assumption. 

Now its was the boys turn to roll their eyes to the back of their heads. “Anyways, he will not shut up about getting her to forgive him... so we were wondering if you had anything that could work to get her to forgive him?” Remus pleaded with the best Sirius puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Fine,” Lily and Marlene said jointly.

“THEY DID IT AGAI- OH NOT YOU TOO AS WELL!” Sirius exclaimed rubbing the now sore bump on his head. 

Ignoring the dog’s dramatics, the group of four began conducting a plan for James that would knock Y/N’s socks off.

At this point, Harry had nestled between his parents and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of you put him to bed and settle down back into the living room.

Looking longingly at his wife, James says, “Well, might as well finish the story love... it is the best part.”

Giggling at the antics of your husband, you shrug and began to finish the story...

February 14, 1976 

The Great Hall looked as though Cupid had just went on a decorating rampage. The room lined with pink and red hearts and the sight of loving couples nearly made you want to gag. Then, you remembered the boy who has dying to get your attention for the past months and can not seem but to get excited.

What does he have planned for you? Is he gonna get me a gift? Do I look presentable? 

“WHAT!” you quickly think to yourself, “Why in Merlin’s name am I excited to to see Jame- Potter. Godric I can’t feel like this for him... He his as a fly that buzzes and will not leave me alone... but he is not the worst to look at”

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as Lily starts to put food onto your plate. You begin to eat, but can only think of one thing.

James Potter.

“Why?” You begin questioning again, “Godric, Y/N You like him... No I do not.. You realize you are having this whole conversation within your brain, right? It is obvious you like him...” you grumble to yourself as you realize your psyche has won once again.

Lily noticing your strange behavior begins to question if you discovered what they have planned. 

Almost as though the boys heard Lily’s thoughts the beginning of the plan is activated.

Instantly, the candles in all of the Great Hall extinguish and there is the beginning of a song plays.

Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto the teachers table where atop, James and the rest of the Marauders stand, Remus and Sirius with guitars and Peter on the drums. James holding a mic begins to sing...

When I wake up, Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

Your head snaps to the noise and there you see in all of his glory, James Potter holding a microphone staring straight at you.

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along.

Quickly shoving the breakfast roll down your throat you nearly choke as you see the boy slowly make his way towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.

Your eyes widen comically when you see James Potter jump onto the Gryffindor table. 

And when I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

Slowly, the boy begins his walk across the table to where you sit. You try to make a run for it, but Lily and Marlene quickly grab your arms and anchor you down to the bench 

“What friends you are!” you hiss at the two.

Marlene just rolls her eyes and Lily pinches your hip.

And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door

Once the boy is standing in front of you he reaches down for your hand. Stubbornly, you ignore his gesture, well until your two friends throw you up onto the table with the love struck brunette. 

When I come home well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

You grip onto the boys biceps for stability and are forced to look into his ravishing hazel eyes...

In that moment you forget all that he has done to you in the past and all you can think about is him and you. 

But I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who roles a thousand miles To fall down at your door.

Smiling, to yourself, you grab the face of the boy in front of you and mold your lips together. Ignoring the cheers of your classmates, the only sounds you hear are the background noise of the boy’s best friends signing backup. 

Da da da  Da da da                                                                                                            Da Da Dun Diddle                                                                                            Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da.....

Smiling to yourself and grabbing the hand of the man you love you start laughing.

“What’s so funny, love?” James asks.

“Nothing.... Just we began dating because you performed a whole song and dance in front of the entirety of Hogwarts.” you reply breathlessly.

“Well, hey, look at us now... happy, healthy, and a true family.” he replies smiling at your antics.

You lay down your head into the lap of your husband, and look up into his hazel eyes you got lost into all those years ago, “Such a sap, Potter, such a sap...”

Kissing your cheek softly, “Only for you, my darling girl... only for you...” 

“I love you Jamie”

“I love you more, my love.”            ______________________________________________________________

AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! IM SORRY IF IT IS SO BAD!! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I COULD DO ANYTHING BETTER!!! AHHHH (but like kinda like this story... kinda proud ;))

[ukaisprincesss]

hii Art!!! may i request some wedding night smut with tanaka 😏😏 THANK YOU!! 💕

a/n: Hellooooo beautiful!!! 🖤 Yesss ive been waiting for a tanaka request 😌😌 sorry it took so long ),:

word count: 1.6k

semi-edited

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warnings: 18+ smut, so much fluff, minor name calling, cursing, choking, oral m! receiving and f! receiving

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“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”

You met Tanaka’s teary eyes with your own, your love for him displayed in the depths of your sparkling eyes. Hands held together, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. The distant whoops and cheers were washed away in the background as you melted into Tanaka’s arms.

Reluctantly pulling away Tanaka mumbled, “As much as I enjoy this, I don’t think this is supposed to last as long as we would like it to.” You giggled and cupped his face in your hands, pressing a light kiss on the side of his mouth. Hand in his, you both turned around and smiled at your friends and family. Multiple flashes lit up the area as pictures were taken.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with games, dancing, and your personal favorites, karaoke from Bokuto and Noya along with Yachi catching your bouquet. As the night crept up on the happy crowd, things were slowly put up and goodbyes were said. You and Ryuu had a honeymoon planned, but didn’t leave until the day after tomorrow.

“Well Mrs.Tanaka,” Ryuu said as he twirled you around to face him. “Shall we...head off?” He pressed kisses against the side of your neck, slowly trailing up to your jaw. It was moments like these that would stick with you, soft and intimate where Ryuu saw you as a goddess in his eyes. You smiled and let out a small sound of agreement, eyes closed and head tilted back. Ryuu smirked and lifted you up bridal style. You gasped and clutched onto his suit, sending him a playful frown as he laughed.

“How are we-” you were cut off by Tanaka’s tutting. “Ah ah ah, that my dear y/n has already been taken care of. It’s a surprise.” You wondered what he could’ve possibly pulled off but knowing him it could be anything. You tried to slide out of Tanaka’s arms, but he tightened his hold on you and insisted that you stayed in his arms. You made sure the ends of your dress weren’t dragging on the ground as he carried you to the entrance of the outdoor venue.

“No Ryuu...you didn't.” You stared in awe at what was a horse drawn carriage with flowers and lights decorating the cabin. Two beautiful and large mottled gray horses at the front, the driver sat behind them on a small bench.

“You like it?” Tanaka asked smugly. He was quite proud of himself for coming up with this (with the help of Suga) and knew you would love it.

“Do I like it?!” You screeched, hitting his chest. “This is like a dream come true,” you sighed happily. Pressing a kiss against your forehead, he opened the side door and sat you down gently. He climbed in from the other side and leaned forward to speak with the driver.

“Enjoy the ride and view,” the driver spoke with a charming heavy middle eastern accent. At the crack of the whip hitting the ground, the horses plowed forward and set into a trot. Giggling you gripped Tanaka’s arm overjoyed. You felt like a real princess with your prince in your carriage.

The ride was everything you could’ve imagine and more. The pleasing clop of the horses hooves and the light breeze that blew through your carriage windows paired perfectly with the twinkling lights that were strung around you. Tanaka made several sneaky passes at you but you quickly admonished his horny self so you could enjoy the ride.

You were disappointed when it was time to get off, you could ride that for hours living out your princess dream. As you sat daydreaming about the ride, Tanaka opened your door with a flourish bow holding his hand out to take yours. You grabbed it and stepped out, giving an exaggerated curtsy. You thanked the driver expressing your enjoyment for the ride and waved goodbye as the horses pulled him away.

“This way my queen,” Ryuu had picked you up again and carried you to your front door. Pausing, he looked at you intently then stepped over the threshold. You grinned and gave him a kiss, patting him to put you down. “Not a chance my love, I'm taking you to our bed and ravishing my beautiful wife.”

You squealed as he raced to your room, lightly throwing you on the bed. You sat up on your elbows with a hungry gaze as he took off his suit and tie, leaving him in a tight white button up and slacks. The faint outline of his abs pressed against the shirt catching your attention. Tanaka smirked and flexed before unbuckling his pants and practically tearing off his shirt. He crawled on top of you, hungry gaze traveling up and down your body.

“You look so beautiful in this dress y/n, I almost don’t want to take it off. But,” he drawled out before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your dress. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his calloused hands brushing against your back. Ryuu murmured compliments of every part of your body as he carefully took your dress off.

Bare in your bra and underwear, Ryuu traced kisses up your stomach to the middle of your chest. Sucking your nipple through your bra he expertly unclasped it with one hand, the other sliding down your panties. You lifted your hips and let out a faint moan, the ghost-like feeling of Tanaka’s lips on your breast seeping through the fabric.

“You deserve to be worshiped my goddess, don’t hold back I want to hear you.” Ryuu mumbled as he slid the straps of your bra down your arms before attacking your breasts with his mouth and hand. You let out a moan and fidgeted beneath him, grinding on the thigh he placed between your legs. Your clit pulsed and the feeling of an incoming orgasm tingled through you. “R-ryuu I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, gripping the sheets as he nipped at your nipple and tweaked the other.

“Cum on my thigh princess,” he growled before digging his thigh harder against your slit. You let out a wanton moan and grounded against him as you fell apart. You twisted your head as Tanaka stood up, the two of you breathing heavily. Your eyes drifted down to the tent in Ryuu’s boxers, the head of his cock poking out the slit. Without thought you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing up to hit his stomach. You wrapped one hand around it, your fingers struggled to meet. You pressed a kiss on the swollen head before peppering kitten licks all along his cock.

“Fuck y/n,don’t be a tease princess.” Ryuu pried open your mouth with his fingers before gripping your hair and guiding you along his length. Fueled by his moans, you pushed his dick further into your mouth and moaned. Tanaka hissed and ripped your mouth off. “Don’t get me distracted, love, this night is about you.”

Grabbing your ankles Tanaka pulled you forward before dipping his head between your legs and licking a long line up your cunt. You gasped and arched your back at the unexpected pleasure. He pinned you down with one hand on your stomach and the other holding your thigh. Ryuu devoured you like a man who was starved, tongue delving into your wet cunt, desperate to collect every drop of your juice. Your eyes rolled back as he lightly but your clit, sending you into a strong orgasm. You moaned and rolled your hips as Tanaka didn’t let up. He continued to suck your clit as another orgasm washed over you.

“Ryuu please it’s too much.” You whined, thrashing around. He didn’t say anything as he let you go with one last suck to your clit. “Are you ready for my cock princess?” He mumbled while sucking on the inside of your thigh. You nodded and whined, attempting to squeeze your thighs together. Tanaka pulled them apart with his large hands and positioned himself between you, his cock brushing against your pussy.

You gasped as he slowly sunk into you, your walls clenched tightly around him in anticipation. He groaned and muttered out, “Relax princess, you’re too tight. You’re gonna make me cum too soon.” You huffed and let your body relax, sinking into the mattress. He inched his cock forward before bottoming out, leaving you two breathless. No matter how many times you took his large cock, you would never be able to take it without struggle. His long and slow thrusts sent you into a frenzy, but you needed more.

“Ryuu...I need more, faster.” You whimpered, meeting his eyes. He smirked and pulled out before thrusting into you. The force pushed you back and you clawed his back and groaned. He pounded into you, his cock hitting the special spot that made your body twist and turn.

Tanaka moaned and wrapped a hand around your throat. “God y/n you’re so perfect, my little cock whore.” He gritted his teeth, quickening his thrusts. You gasped and threw your head back, letting out a scream as you came.

“Ugh fuck,” Tanaka held you in place, shooting ropes of hot sticky cum into your cunt.

Careful not to crush you, Tanaka laid on top of you supporting his weight with his arms. He pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead, brushing your hair out of your face. “Ready for round two Mrs.Tanaka?” You smiled and cupped his cheek. “Am I ever Mr.Tanaka.”

[xpeachesncream]

acquainted | seven

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: unprotected sex (in the form of a flashback in the middle of chapter), dick riding/straddling, slight scratching, slight marking, making out, cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, overthinking, insecurities, guilt, jealousy, some possessiveness, slight bitter feelings and tension in the air, wild, wild thoughts

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish@photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1​ (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Y/N!" Ryujin gasped, her facial expression hard to read. She almost seemed proud, but also disappointed at the same time, but also really confused? You expected much, really. Just take a fucking look at your situation. "What the fuck! Seriously, you have balls! You do know he's still engaged, right? And that you really can't continue doing this with her around? That's coming from someone like me." You groaned.

"Fuck, I know, okay."

"S-so, what? What now? I knew you wouldn't let up on this!" She stutters, her hands out like this is some major political debate.

"I don't even know, I didn't even get the chance to process last night."

"You spent the night with him, didn't you? Where was his fiancé?"

"She's in New York for work."

"Did you guys fuck on their bed?!"

"Ryujin, really? Do I have to answer that?" She squealed, causing you to pinch her on the side to get her to be quiet.

"Holy, you're naughty as fuck!" Her jaw is still hanging from all the dirty details spilling out this morning.

"It was intense." Is all you respond with. It's silent for a minute, Ryujin getting a chance to read your body language and how torn you were.

"Ohhhh, Y/N baby." She brushed the hair out of your face. "You need to get out while you're still not in too deep."

"It's just.."

"You already developed feelings for him, haven't you?" She sighed.

"I know I shouldn't."

"What about Jungkook?"

"What about him? I haven't blown him off or anything like that. I texted him back this morning."

"Ohhhhhhh, this is fucked up."

"I'm stupid."

"No, no. No, you're not. We make mistakes. It's just best you learn from it and move on, especially in this position." You looked at her.

"Don't tell Jimin or Tae right now, please." She shook her head.

"I won't." Part of you was hoping you could get this settled before even telling them anything. But you knew it wasn't going to work that way. Last thing you wanted to do was hide this from your boys.

"I don't know what to do about Jin. I told Jungkook I'd go out on a date with him, and God, he's also so fucking attractive and sweet. But I—last night—" You sighed heavily, unable to finish your sentence. Last night was fucking amazing.

"Here's the thing. You need to stop talking like Jin is an option." You silently nodded and looked down at your feet.

"You're right."

"I'm sorry, baby. I know that's not what you wanna hear but we really have no choice. He's not someone you can go for, and quite frankly, if he can do this to his fiancé, he's capable of hurting you too. He obviously needs to get his shit together and figure out what he truly wants, but it's best you keep your distance while he does so. This could hurt a lot of people."

"Tried to keep my distance, obviously failed."

"Okay, but you didn't have Jungkook." She smiled. "Look, I can't tell you how to feel or force you to feel a certain way, but Jungkook looks like a good guy and he's probably worth giving a chance. Maybe he can make up for the lack of attention or touch you're yearning for. Maybe this can help stray you away from Jin."

"I... fucked him, though." You emphasized as reality settled in.

"Jungkook doesn't need to know that, you aren't a couple and you just met him last night." She sighed. "Please just promise me you'll give him a chance and stop meddling with engaged men. We all know Jin is beautiful, but we can't settle this way." You slightly chuckle. She was right. Maybe you just longed for someone good. Maybe it was time you started dating again. You couldn't have this with Jin, and you couldn't expect him to drop everything with Grace. Your gut was telling you that it wasn't going to happen that way, even with how things went down last night. What's done is done.

However, could you absolutely 100% say you'll keep up this end of the promise? No. You were being honest. It wasn't going to be easy, not with the way he fucked you so good last night. You let that door open and you weren't sure if you were ready to close it for good.

"Yeah, I hear you." She nodded, sighing in relief.

"Bitch, I don't believe you!"

"Stop, okay. I'll do my best." You shrug while she continued to cut her eyes at you.

"God, what a fucking night."

"Tell me about it."

"Was the dick good though?"

"Ry!"

"Probably a dumb question, huh? Jin is truly a work of art."

"Not helping."

"So is Jungkook." She added. "What a family. I'm sure his dick will be twice as big with all that muscle he's packing. It's exciting to think about."

"I—" You pause, shaking your head. "It doesn't work that way, Ry. Let's just not, please." She chuckled.

"You're going to see Jin in class and just remember him destroying your pussy. Creative writing, who?"

"Fuck, okay! For the love of God. Are you finished?"

"I think." She laughed. "Just about." And so you continue walking around the lake, Ryujin now divulging the details about grabbing Namjoon's number and how she was interested in seeing where that went. Then, she finally put her pride aside and honestly told you how she had some feelings for Taehyung but she knew he wouldn't be getting his shit together anytime soon. So, she didn't pursue it, and probably won't. But, she was close. Not like this was anything new to you or Jimin.

You both ended up walking around the streets a little more before Ryujin decided she wanted to go home and take a nap to feel fully rested. You, too, were feeling tired being that you didn't really sleep for more than 4 or so hours. You got into your jammies, and laid in your bed, completely disregarding the assignments you had planned to get done.

It felt like you were asleep for all of 5 minutes before your phone went off.

You sleepily opened your eyes to see Jungkook's name flash across your screen, so you picked it up as you dug yourself back under your covers completely.

"Hello?" You said softly, causing Jungkook to chuckle.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, Y/N. Just let me--"

"You're okay, Jungkook. I should be getting up anyways." The thing about Jungkook, even though last night was really the only time you could say you 'spent' time with him, was that he had the softest demeanor. He was kind, and sweet. He was almost innocent in a sense, but you knew he was just an all-around gentleman.

"Tired from last night?" Mmm, you have no idea, love.

"Yeah, a bit. Did you finish running your errands?"

"Just about. I had to stop by Jin's really quickly to pick something up." That name makes you feel hot and bothered, especially in between the thighs. "I literally just stepped through my door, but I wanted to see how you were doing." You hear him fiddling with stuff in the background before shutting a door.

"That's sweet. I'm surviving." You chuckle.

"You and me both." He lets out a content sigh, assuming he had just plopped onto his bed or couch. "So, are you free this week?"

"I don't really have a life." You shake your head. The fuck Y/N, get it together?! "I-I mean, I do, but like, I meant to say I don't really do much outside of school and work." He laughed.

"Either way, I don't judge. What about Tuesday or Wednesday? Would you be able to spare me an entire evening on one of those days?"

"An entire evening, huh?" You chuckled. "Tuesday. I don't have late classes that day."

"Yeah, I planned a few things."

"What's the plan?"

"Mmm, I do remember saying I wouldn't spill the details."

"That's not fair."

"It'll be worth the wait, I hope." You blushed to yourself. Why was he so fucking cute?

"Setting yourself up for some high expectations, Jungkook."

"Never settle, right? Besides, I just want you to have a good time. That's all that matters to me."

"Cute." You chuckle. "Well, I'm looking forward to it." The phone conversation continues, even as you start getting up to finish up your homework. You easily felt comfortable with Jungkook, talking about random things and going off on different tangents. The more you slowly got to know him and the type of person he was, the more you felt torn. You just had this discussion with Ryujin and you were confident at the time; but as the day went on, you really couldn't stop considering Jin as an option. You wanted to hold onto something that wasn't even yours to begin with. On top of that, here was the added complication of Jungkook. Although it was too early to really determine what was going on between you and Jungkook, you didn't wanna stop exploring the possibilities with him. So now, you were in this predicament where you wanted to hold onto something that wasn't even yours to begin with, but you also wanted to see what Jungkook was about.

How the fuck do you even see your way out of things like this without hurting anyone?

[ start flashback ]

Jin held your hips as you straddled him, guiding your hips as you rode him on the edge of his bed. You fixed your position so that you rested your feet on the bed, your hands on his shoulders and your legs working inwards in circular motions. You watched as Jin tilted his head back, his hands now running up your back to help support you.

"You know how to ride my dick so fucking well." He groans as he tilts his head back in pleasure.

"God, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jin." You moan, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, nails scratching the surface and leaving red marks. His soft hands are caressing your back as he leans forward to lick a stripe up your cleavage and to your neck. He begins to suck gently on the base of your neck, gently nipping at your skin. He makes his way up to your lips as your hands are gripping around his thick neck, fighting for dominance with your tongue. His moans are captured inside your mouth as you begin to lightly bounce on his cock. Once you feel yourself beginning to spiral out of control and lose your senses, you begin to moan loudly, calling for Jin as if he wasn't just sitting below you, feeling you cum all over him.

He watches your facial expressions change as you ride out your high, making it enough for him to blow his load right into you. The veins on his neck begin to pop out as you hold him close, him filling you up and coating your walls with his seed while you continue to grip his neck and—

[ end flashback ]

"Y/N!" Jimin says at a rough, low whisper. "Hello?" You shake your head to bring yourself back to reality, the events of last night constantly taking up your conscience. It's obvious the promise you had made Ryujin was proving difficult to keep, being that you brought your ass over to Jin's house last night for another good fuck. You had hurriedly got yourself up and out of his house to make it to work, with Jin almost coaxing you into another round of 'me & you' time. And god, did you wanna risk being late for work for it, especially since Grace would be back later in the day.

"Sorry, Jiminie." You say, taking out a piece of binder paper. "W-what are we doing?"

"We have to work on this question together." He furrows his eyebrows a bit, confused as to why you've been in a daze all class. "Are you okay? You've been out of it all class."

"I'm fine. I just barely got any sleep last night and I'm dying to go home."

"Mmm, okay. Well, we're almost there, just hang tight." He continues to write his notes. You shoot Jin a look at the front of the room, a very subtle smirk on his face as he presses his glasses against his face and makes his way around the room to check on the rest of the class. Jimin is leading most of the conversation, and you know he's doing this because he's worried about you but he doesn't wanna press much on what's been bothering you. After a few minutes, Jimin changes the topic as you both are almost finishing up the partner work. "So, have you talked to Jungkook?"

"Yeah, I have." He smiles. He smiles from ear to ear because he really wanted to see you happy after all the things you've gone through and he was excited to see what could come out of this. And, that smile gets you every single time because if he only knew, he would be incredibly disappointed in you. Jimin was the one you were afraid of disappointing because he meant a lot to you [along with Ryujin and Taehyung] and he thought so highly of you. He never failed to remind you of it, and how he truly adored the strength you had.

Welp.

"So?" You chuckle.

"What?"

"Are you gonna go on the date with him?"

"I am, tomorrow."

"Oh shit!" He says excitedly. "Y/N has a date with Jungkook." He repeatedly teases and looks over at Taehyung and Ryujin working behind you two.

"Jimin, quit." You whine.

"You two doing okay here?" Jin comes from behind you, his facial expression slightly unamused.

"Sorry, yeah, we're good!" Jimin responds in typical Jimin fashion, chuckling and throwing a thumbs up his way. Jin simply nods, then fixates on you while pointing the piece of paper in his hand towards your way.

"Can I speak to you after class, Miss Y/L/N?"

"Yeah, sure." You swallow the lump in your throat as he sends you a reassuring smile before walking off.

"Whatever it is, tell him I didn't copy your shit word for word." You throw your pen at Taehyung.

"You're an idiot." Ryujin flashes you a look, dying to say something, but she knows she can't since she promised she wouldn't around Tae and Jimin.

[ryujin] 7:34pm: what the fuck is that about?

[y/n] 7:35pm: how do i know?!

[ryujin] 7:36pm: you should since you've been riding that man's dick! i'm onto you, woman! you said you promised :( come on, stay strong for jungkookie

[y/n] 7:37pm: ugh, i'm pretty sure it's nothing, okay? relax

You shoot her a look in hopes that she'll quit acting the way she is before the boys question you both. Class begins to wrap up, with you and Jimin passing your papers forward to be looked at and graded. The classroom is slowly emptying, your friends almost being the last ones out.

"Do you want us to wait for you?" Jimin asks as you both are about to approach the front desk. You shake your head and give him a reassuring squeeze.

"I'll be fine." He shrugs.

"Get some sleep then, okay? You worry me. Text me if you need anything." He ruffles your hair before walking out. You watch as Taehyung follows behind, quickly caressing your chin before shooting Jin a nod and walking out. Ryujin simply looks at you as she walks out, slowly hovering by the door as you turn your attention towards Jin.

"Uhm." He chuckles as he sees Ryujin still peeking by the door. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Miss Shin?"

"Noooo." She presses her lips tightly together as she slowly passes the door. You mouth for her to go and she simply rolls her eyes and walks away completely. Jin walks over to the door and shuts it close, being sure that no one else is hovering around.

"What do you need?" You hold onto your books tightly.

"Wanted to make sure you were okay."

"What makes you think I'm not okay?" You ask. You put up this wall in between you and Jin every time you have to be his student. You only felt obligated to, and you sure as hell didn't wanna make it obvious that there were things going on between you two beneath the surface. Having Ryujin know was enough work alone.

"You do know I can see you during class, right?"

"I'm fine. I'm just really tired." He nods.

"So, going on a date with Kook tomorrow, huh?" You roll your eyes.

"What's this really about, Jin?"

"Why are you catching an attitude with me? It's just a question."

"Yeah, I am." You look at him, the jealousy coming through to his eyes. He doesn't say much, nor does he break contact with you as he leans over on the front desk.

"Have fun with that."

"I will. Don't you have to pick up your fiancé?" He looks at his watch.

"In a few, yeah." You roll your eyes and subtly shake your head. Honestly, you have no fucking idea why there was so much bitter tension in the air between you two right now. You both had no right to be acting this possessive or jealous, especially Jin. But, he was wreaking of it and he didn't even have to try to show it. He wasn't even trying to shield it, for that matter.

"Good, you should get going then. Let me get out of your way—"

"I still wanna see you."

"And how is that gonna work?"

"You can tone it down, you know? No one's here." He says, slightly feeling agitated by your attitude. "Last time I remember correctly, you were in my bed calling my name."

"Jin." You flatly say. "Look, I don't know how that's possible. Maybe it's just something we need to tone down in general." He lightly scoffs.

"Okay. Clearly not trying to make ends meet here."

"Not with Grace around."

"Not with Jungkook around either." He retorts.

"I can do what I want, even if that includes your brother." You cut your eyes at him. "I'm not the one engaged, remember? Are we finished here?" Where the fuck did all this attitude and bitter energy come from? You had no idea. You were just going along with Jin's vibe, and quite frankly, he had started it with slipping Jungkook into the conversation the way that he did.

With reality really slapping you in the face tonight, you were beginning to understand how incredibly difficult it would be to keep this up with Grace back. You weren't sure if you could keep up. You knew it wasn't worth it, but Jin certainly had his ways to keep you wrapped around his finger.

Part of you also can't help but feel your pussy throb at this entire encounter. You knew he'd fuck you good and senseless with all this energy—Nope! We are not going there.

"Just about." He says lowly as he watches you swing the door open and slam it close.

"Hey!" Ryujin says coming out of the corner. You should've known.

"Girl, why the hell am I even surprised you came out of the corner like that?"

"I don't know, beats me. You should know me by now."

"Where's Chim and Tae?"

"Went home. I said I needed to stay behind to finish up some things." She flipped her hair. "So, what was that about?"

"Can you believe he has the nerve to ask me about the date with Jungkook? Made me catch an attitude with him."

"Ooooh, he doesn't like it one bit. How spicy." She catches herself. "Except we're not doing anything with Jin, remember?!"

"Too late, I already fucked him again last night." You blatantly spill the beans. Ryujin already knows, there's no point in hiding it.

"Oh for Christ's sake, I knew it! You both wreak of day after secret sex!"

"What is that even supposed to mean!"

"I know you both are trying really hard not to be obvious, but it's obvious, honey. You two can't stop staring at each other! You need to quit it, now."

"I am, okay? Grace is back."

"If she wasn't, would you be back at his place though?"

"I don't know." She groans.

"Wrong answer!"

"Look, calm down. Maybe things will change tomorrow." You say in a positive light.

"Hopefully?! Please don't hurt the guy, Y/N. He seems like a sweetie who would take good care of you!"

"I hear you."

"Please." She pleads. You have never seen her plead like this before, so you knew it was serious. "Don't do this to yourself. You've already been through enough."

"Okay, Ry. I won't." You squeeze her arm. The rest of the walk to your cars is pretty silent, with Ryujin updating you a bit on the latest news of her love life. To be honest, the entire conversation with Ryujin had brought your spirits down. It was hard to focus on whatever she was saying because you were too busy thinking about your own thoughts. It's annoying as hell. Why the fuck was this so hard for you?

Later that night, you get yourself into a nice, hot bath, scrolling through your phone as you and Jungkook text each other back and forth. You hadn't heard from Jin, but you didn't know why you were looking for him knowing where he was at. To be fair, he really did want to talk to you. He was starting to feel needy, and almost possessive. He felt greedy with you, even though he knew it wasn't right. Picking up Grace, he tried his hardest to put on his 'welcome home' face, his 'i missed you' face; even though he had been pretty occupied with other things.

And so when he gets home, Grace suddenly throws herself on her fiancé, almost like she had been gone for months on end. He wasn't expecting it, but he was a man who had needs, so he lets it happen. He wraps himself up, knowing Grace wasn't on any type of birth control and knowing where he had been. She doesn't question it because it wasn't anything new - she knew Jin wasn't ready for kids and nor was she being at this point in her career. Nothing has changed for her as she gets home, although lots has for him. He's trying his hardest to get into the soft, vanilla sex that Grace was always into, but he couldn't get your face out of his mind. And as completely and utterly fucked up this is, you're what gets him off tonight. The nasty, filthy shit you do to him, the faces you make, the way you yell his name like no one else exists - your moans repeating in his head over and over again like sirens.

And Grace has no idea what's going on in that itty bitty head of his. She just enjoys the fact that she can come home to him and have sex with him like any ordinary couple who had been away from each other. They cum together once and she calls it a night, when Jin could go for hours with you, pussy and cock almost throbbing in pain from how much you two can't keep your hands off of each other in one night.

She doesn't know you exist. She doesn't know you've slept on her side of the bed.

She doesn't know you're the one who's actually fucking Jin right now with the way he's thinking about you.

You're exactly what he needs to get off.