#First fic

[number4syndrome]

Sip by sip

🥭 summary: just a job. just a teammate. just one drink. that’s what Sol told herself. until Lando took a sip. and then everything changed.

🥭 pairing: Lando Norris x Sol (Original Character) - written in first person

🥭 word count: 4k+

🥭 warnings: 18+, public-ish sex (car), swearing, jealousy&possessiveness, enemies to lovers, minor physical aggression (grabbing, slamming doors, pulling), unprotected sex, slight alcohol consumption (at a party)

🥭 author’s note: hey there! 💛 this is my first ever fanfic. english isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes, i’m sorry for that! it was a random idea, but i hope you like it. enjoy this little something from me!💕

MONACO

It was kind of a chill day in the McLaren motorhome. We were in Monaco, after a ton of interviews and media appearances. Oscar and I were both tired and just wanted to relax a bit, so we went with our usual ritual — grabbing mango-flavored iced drinks. It’s been our favorite since we were like ten, when we first found it in a random arcade.

We were sitting on bean bags in the lounge, sipping from our cups.

“Tastes the same,” Oscar sighed. “When we were apart for years, I used to get this drink sometimes. Just for the memories. It always brought me back to when we were ten.”

“Yeah… me too, actually,” I smiled. “Sometimes I even went back to the arcade. Felt more nostalgic with the drink,” I laughed, a bit shyly.

“Oh, the arcade,” Oscar exhaled like he was seeing it in front of him. “I miss that place.” He pouted. “It basically raised us.”

I laughed. “Yeah.”

While we were talking, we heard footsteps approaching. We looked up — it was Lando, glued to his phone like always. Probably texting one of his many girlfriends. I rolled my eyes, but quickly tried to stop. Too late — Oscar noticed.

He gave me a look, raising his eyebrows while sipping his drink. “What was that?” “What?” I asked, trying to look innocent. “That.” He pointed two fingers to his eyes, then to mine. “What was what?” Lando asked, finally slipping his phone into his back pocket.

“Nothing. None of your business,” I said quickly.

Lando smirked. “Alright, darling. Sorry I asked.”

I rolled my eyes — this time not even trying to hide it. Ugh. He’s so cocky.

“What I really want to know,” he said, pointing at me and Oscar, “is what that is.”

“It’s our signature drink,” Oscar said, grinning, lifting his cup slightly.

“Signature drinks? Wow. You guys are actually weird,” Lando laughed. “Didn’t know you were on that level.”

I hate when he does that — making fun of every little thing Oscar and I do. He’s been like this since day one.

“Jealous much, Norris?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Not at all,” he grinned, sitting down in front of me. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You wish.” I scoffed.

He just licked his lips — cocky as ever — and stared me down. I held the stare, refusing to let him win. He chuckled lightly and turned to Oscar.

“So, what makes this drink so ‘signature’?” he asked, air quoting.

Oscar eyed the two of us for a second but snapped back into the story. “Oh, it’s not a big deal…” He launched into our shared memory, but Lando clearly wasn’t listening. His eyes kept flicking back to me.

I focused on Oscar instead, jumping in now and then to add little details that made us both laugh.

“So yeah,” Oscar finished proudly, “since then, this is our signature drink. Right, Sol?” He gave me a fond smile.

I squeezed his hand and blew him a playful kiss.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “This friendship deserves a signature drink. Maybe next time we should get matching tattoos.”

“Yeeeah, suuuure,” Oscar replied, obviously skeptical. “Maybe once I get over my needle phobia.”

“Well, that was a really fun story,” Lando said, clapping his hands once and standing up, a bit tense. “Now I’m definitely curious about this flavor.”

He stepped closer. Too close.

I stiffened as he placed one hand on the wall beside my head, leaning in. His other hand lightly brushed against my hip. He dipped his head near mine — way too near — and locked eyes with me as he slowly brought my straw to his lips and took a sip.

Still staring. Still smirking.

Then he licked his lips, straightened up, and let his hand linger on my hip just a moment too long.

“Not bad,” he said, walking off with a wink. “But I liked the one you had yesterday more… you know, the papaya flavor.”

He didn’t even wait for a response.

I sat there frozen, still trying to process what the hell just happened.

“What the fuck?” Oscar burst out next to me. I turned to him, still stunned. “Next time you two wanna fuck, just say so and I’ll leave,” he said, completely horrified, standing up. “God. I think I just got pregnant from that eye contact.” He walked off, cackling.

I stayed seated, quietly taking another sip of my drink to cool myself down. I looked at the straw. Lando’s mouth had just been there.

My stomach twisted.

Not the best reaction.

But it was always like that. Since the beginning.

I started working at McLaren six months ago — all thanks to Oscar. He’d already been with the team for almost three years, and I was always his biggest fan. Me and his girlfriend, Gabby, went to his races whenever we could. We screamed our lungs out in the grandstands. We gossiped about the hot guys in the garage. Gabby and Oscar’s shared mission in life was to find me a boyfriend — they’ve been dreaming of double dates since they got together.

But I wasn’t really focused on that. I had a career to build.

So when Oscar sent me a link for a job opening at the McLaren motorhome — media coordinator, with the message: “this one has your name all over it” — I applied on the spot. And I’m so glad I did.

I get to work somewhere I love, doing something I actually enjoy, surrounded by good people — and most importantly, I get to spend time with my best friend.

And, obviously, his annoying teammate, Lando Norris.

I don’t know what it is between us. We’ve been like this since day one.

The first time I met him, I was minding my own business — answering emails, arranging interviews, pretending to understand how to politely tell a Sky Sports guy that no, he can’t just “grab a quick minute” with Oscar.

And then he walked in. Monster can in hand. Eyebrows furrowed. Suit halfway unzipped and hanging around his waist. Hair a mess. Sweaty as hell after practice.

“Are you new here?” he asked.

“Yeah, kinda,” I replied, a little shy. I don’t even know why. Something about him made me want to give a good first impression — which was ridiculous.

He looked me up and down, smirking. “Yeah, I figured. Girls usually stop that reaction to me after, like, three months.”

He pointed at my face. I blinked. Excuse me?

“Yeah, I guess after that they just accept you're always this sweaty,” I said with a polite smile, turning back to my laptop.

He scoffed. “Oh yeah? That look told me you liked me this sweaty.”

That damn smirk again.

“You misread the signs,” I muttered. “And you better shower, you’ve got an interview in ten minutes.”

He bit his lip. “Wanna join me?”

“In your dreams, Norris.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be dreaming about it in the shower,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away. “Bye, Schedule Barbie.”

“My name’s Sol,” I said flatly.

He didn’t even respond. Just kept walking like he owned the place.

I rolled my eyes. But... yeah, I watched him leave. God, is it legal for a man to have an ass that good?

Since then, that’s been our dynamic. He teases. I roll my eyes. He flirts. I pretend I’m above it.

And I’d never admit it to anyone — not Oscar, not Gabby, not even to myself most days — but sometimes... I enjoy it. Sometimes it even turns me on. And I’d be lying if I said I’ve never wondered what would’ve happened if I had joined him in that shower.

I didn’t see him for two hours after that little sipping moment. Which was for the best. I needed to cool down and distract myself. So I did some scheduling. Drafted some post ideas. Even planned a few TikToks.

I was walking down the hallway when I saw him again — standing alone, phone in hand. I took my chance.

“Hey,” I called.

He looked up, and that grin appeared instantly. “Schedule Barbie,” he said, leaning back against the wall. “Can I help you with something?”

“Don’t call me that,” I muttered, stepping in front of him.

“Why? It suits you,” he smirked, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes and got to the point. “You can’t do that.”

“What? Give you nicknames?”

“No — hover over me, looking at me like you’re about to kiss me. I’m not one of your bitches, Lando.”

His smirk grew. “Why does it bother you, sweetheart?” He stepped in. Closer. Until my back hit the wall behind me. He’d trapped me. So close I could smell his cologne.

“I think you like when I do things like that,” he said.

“I’m not,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. “I’m just here to do my job — not for your entertainment.”

“Is that so?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to memorize it.

“Don’t give me that look again,” I whispered.

“What look?”

“That look… like you want to kiss me.”

His lips parted. I felt his hand brush against my hip. His face was already closer.

“You know I want to,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “And I know you want it too.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Of course I wanted it. I closed my eyes, just slightly. His lips were right there.

“LANDO!”

Zak’s voice cut through the hallway like a gunshot.

We jumped apart like we’d been caught stealing.

“Come on, kid, it’s interview time!” Zak called again from down the hall.

Lando looked at me once more — eyes wide, stunned, like he was still processing what almost happened.

But only for a second.

Then the smirk returned. “Later,” he said, and walked off.

Leaving me speechless. Again.

MONACO, afterparty

The club was loud. Full of people. The Monaco weekend had been great, and everyone just wanted to blow off some steam.

I’d only had one cocktail. I don’t like going over my limits. But with the heat, the crowd, and the exhaustion of the week — I felt lightheaded.

I was talking to some guy from the Mercedes team. An engineer, if I remembered right. I didn’t really care. He was nice. Funny. Asked questions. He laughed at my stories. I was having fun.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lando. Staring. Still.

We’d never talked about the hallway. We both pretended it hadn’t happened. But of course I’d been thinking about it — more than I’d ever admit.

Still, I kept my attention on the guy in front of me. We danced a little. He offered to buy me another drink. I politely declined, telling him I needed to freshen up in the bathroom. That was a lie.

I just needed air. Space. Time to breathe.

I slipped upstairs and pushed open the balcony doors. The fresh air hit me like a truck. I inhaled, deeply.

“Enjoying the party?” a voice said behind me.

Lando.

I didn’t turn right away. I walked closer to the edge, looking out over the glittering city. “Yeah, actually. Great party. Don’t you think?”

“It’d be better if I didn’t have to watch you flirting with some loser engineer,” he muttered, walking up behind me.

“Aw,” I said, smirking slightly. “Jealous?”

“I don’t get jealous, baby,” he said, hand suddenly on my waist, spinning me around to face him. “I prove.”

His voice was serious. Deadly serious. No smirk. No laugh. Just fury in his eyes — heat, fire, want.

“Prove what, exactly?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

His hands were lower now. One brushing the bare skin of my thigh.

“That I’m better than him.”

And then he kissed me.

Not just a kiss. He claimed me.

His mouth was harsh, rushed, desperate over mine. I gasped, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pushing him back — just a little.

He stared at me. His eyes were wild. I could barely catch my breath.

Then I yanked him back in by the neck. One of his hands was tight on my hip. The other at my throat — not choking, but there. Firm. Hot. Possessive.

I pulled at his hair, dragging him closer even though we were already chest-to-chest. Our tongues met — fighting, not dancing.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t soft. It was chaos.

His hand slid down and grabbed my ass, rough. I moaned into his mouth. He smirked — the cocky bastard.

I bit his lip. Harder than I needed to. He groaned.

“Fuck, Sol,” he breathed against my lips. Then his mouth was on my neck. Open-mouthed kisses. A trail of heat.

“Lando,” I moaned.

Then his phone buzzed.

He groaned and pulled away like someone had shot him.

“What?” he snapped into the phone. I tried to fix my lipstick with my hand, failing miserably.

“He did what?” Lando asked, confused. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

He hung up.

“I have to go, sweetheart,” he said with a smug grin. “But we should definitely continue this sometime.”

He winked.

And walked away.

Leaving me there.

Breathless. Ruined. Speechless.

Again.

Fuck. What did I just do?

MTC, the next morning

I walked into the building with my sunglasses on. My whole vibe screamed “don’t talk to me.”

Oscar was already there, sitting at a table, eating cereal and swiping on his phone. He looked up as he heard my steps.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he smiled.

I gave him the smallest smile back.

“Uh, you look bad. Like you were hit by a truck.”

“Nah, I’m just tired,” I muttered, sinking into the chair beside him.

“Whatever you say. When did you leave? I never saw you go.”

“I don’t remember,” I lied. “I got tired from the week, so I left early.”

I took off my sunglasses and set them on the table.

“You sure you’re okay? You look… weird.”

“I’m always weird,” I said, forcing a smile.

“No, this is different. You didn’t even insult my outfit.”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s bad,” I added, trying to save myself.

He gave me a look — the kind that said I know you’re full of shit but I’m choosing peace.

“Alright, I won’t nudge anymore,” he said, turning back to his cereal.

I stood up to make a coffee.

But then, casually — way too casually — he asked, “Oh, did you see how Lando was looking at you last night?”

I froze.

Recovered.

“What do you mean?” I asked, as innocently as possible.

“Oh, it was hilarious. Me and the guys were betting on when he’d strangle that Mercedes engineer. He stared at you both all night. I swear someone said he broke a glass just from gripping it too hard.”

He laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

“Interesting,” I replied, grabbing my mug.

“Yeah, yeah. Then he left. I don’t know when. One second he was there, then poof.”

He paused.

Then squinted at me like he’d just solved a murder. “Just like you.”

I raised an eyebrow, sipping my coffee. “Maybe he was tired too.”

Oscar was still looking at me. Suspiciously.

“Or maybe with one of his girls,” I added with a forced laugh.

“Right. One of his girls.” He didn’t look convinced.

“Yeah. Maybe that one from quali?” I shrugged, trying too hard.

“Mmm.” He still wasn’t buying it.

“I’m gonna answer some emails,” I said quickly, turning to leave.

“Yeah. You do that.”

I was halfway out the door when he called after me. “Hey, Sol?”

“Yeah?”

He was serious now. Eyes narrowed.

“Be careful with him.”

I smiled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And I walked away.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered behind me.

I squinted, coffee in hand, regretting every single decision that led me here.

…Okay, maybe not every decision.

MONACO, team gala

The hotel ballroom was drenched in gold lighting and expensive perfume. Cameras flashed, music played low, and McLaren orange accents were everywhere — napkins, lighting, drinks, even the tiny desserts. Because of course.

I walked in alone. Hair pinned up. Black satin dress hugging me like it was custom made. I didn’t need a date. I didn’t need anyone.

But I could feel eyes on me before I even got to the bar.

Especially his.

Lando was across the room, already mid-conversation, but the second I stepped inside, he looked up. Locked eyes. And didn’t look away.

I gave him nothing. Just a subtle smile — the kind you give someone when you know they’re watching.

I mingled. Laughed at people’s stories. Sipped champagne. Let my hand linger too long on the arm of a Ferrari performance coach. Was I doing it to make a point? Maybe. Was it working? Definitely.

Because every time I glanced at Lando, his smile looked a little tighter. His drink disappeared a little faster.

When the night started winding down, Zak gave his thank-you speech, people filtered out, and I grabbed my things to leave.

I wasn’t expecting him to follow.

But of course he did.

“Are you walking home?” he asked from behind me.

“No. I was thinking about calling a taxi,” I said, already swiping on my phone.

“I’ll give you a ride. Come on.” He didn’t even wait for my response — just walked past me to his McLaren and opened the passenger door.

I walked over without a word.

He closed the door behind me and got into his side. “Buckle up, princess.”

I stared out the window, feeling strange. My whole body was buzzing, like it knew something I didn’t.

The engine started with a soft hum, and he pulled into the street.

“So… where’s that Ferrari guy?” he asked, way too casual.

I sighed.

“I mean,” he continued, “I thought you’d go home with him. You guys looked pretty cozy. Laughing at whatever bullshit he was whispering in your ear. Brushing his arm every five seconds.”

His grip on the wheel tightened — white knuckles, death grip. “God, I really thought it was a done deal,” he muttered.

“Lando, don’t start this.”

“I started this?” he snapped. “Baby, we both know you did that on purpose. You wanted to make me jealous. You wanted to see me lose my fucking mind.”

“Oh, right!” I shouted. “Because everything revolves around you, huh? Every girl wants to fuck you, wants to scream your name at night—”

“God, Lando, you are so full of yourself!”

“Oh, am I?” he yelled. “What about you? Flirting with everyone who isn’t Oscar! Teasing me since the day you walked in and all I ever get is eye rolls—”

“Stop the car, Lando. Now.”

He slammed the brakes. I unbuckled and got out fast, heels clicking against the pavement.

“Fuck you,” I spat. “You are just a fucking narcissistic little boy.”

I slammed the door and started walking. I didn’t know where — I just needed to be away from him.

I heard his door open behind me.

“Sol, get back in the car!”

“No!”

“Sol, don’t you dare walk away from me!”

I ignored him. Kept walking.

Then suddenly — his hand grabbed my waist. He spun me around. “What?!” I snapped.

“I said get back in the fucking car!” His face was way too close. His eyes? Blazing. Angry. And something else — lust.

“No,” I said, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Because sometimes, Norris, not everything goes the way you plan it.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

I looked at him. Words caught in my throat. God, he’s beautiful.

“You make me lose my mind,” I whispered.

“Well, you make me mad,” he growled, pulling me closer. “And angry. But god, I’ve wanted you since the day you walked into MTC.”

Before I could respond, his lips crashed onto mine — hungry, desperate, almost violent.

I kissed him back. Hard. Every ounce of self-respect I had flew out the window.

Our tongues fought for control. His hands clawed at my back, pulling me against him like he wanted to fuse us together. I tugged at his hair. He groaned into my mouth.

“God, you’re so hot when you’re angry,” he said against my lips.

Then he lifted me. Effortlessly.

His hands slid under my thighs as he picked me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his hips, letting him carry me back to the car.

He sat down in the passenger seat with me still on his lap, pulling the seat back just enough.

He didn’t stop kissing me. Not for a second. His hands were everywhere. My fingers tangled in his hair, messing it completely. I kissed down his neck, biting, sucking. He moaned, low and rough.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned.

His mouth was all over mine — hungry, wet, teeth dragging over my bottom lip like he needed to bruise it to believe this was real. He pulled me tighter into his lap, hips grinding up into me like he couldn’t stop himself.

I moaned into his mouth and that was all it took — his hands clutched at my waist, my thighs, my hips like he was trying to memorize every curve. I rolled my hips down once, and he swore into the kiss.

“Fuck,” he breathed, kissing across my jaw, down my neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re killing me.”

“You said I’d be the death of you,” I gasped, head tilted back.

“I meant it.”

His hands slid up my thighs, bunching my dress higher and higher until it was practically at my waist. He groaned when he felt the lace of my underwear.

“You wore this knowing I’d lose it,” he muttered, lips against my collarbone.

“I wore it for me,” I smirked, breath hitching as his fingers brushed up over the fabric.

“Yeah? That why you’re soaking through it?”

I was about to fire something back when two fingers pushed aside the lace and slid over me. I choked on a moan.

“Jesus, Lando—”

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he whispered, voice gravel and heat. “All that attitude and it still takes nothing to get you like this.”

I rocked my hips into his hand, desperate, unashamed. He moved faster, fingers circling my clit with maddening precision, and I buried my face in his neck, moaning openly.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Grinding on my hand like it’s your job.”

He pushed two fingers inside me and I gasped — back arching, body trembling.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he groaned, kissing me again — messier this time. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

I nodded, mouth open, brain already foggy.

“You always act like you hate me,” he whispered, curling his fingers. “But this? This tells the truth.”

“Lando—fuck—don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I was shaking, legs tight around him, my head resting against his shoulder as the orgasm slammed into me like a wave. I moaned his name — breathy, helpless.

He kept moving his fingers, milking every second of it, and only stopped once I was panting against him, completely undone.

Then he licked the fingers he just used on me. Didn’t break eye contact.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he said, voice low.

I barely had time to recover before I felt him shifting underneath me — unbuckling his belt, dragging his jeans down just enough.

“You’re not done,” he said.

Neither was he.

He pulled my underwear to the side again, gripped my hips, and with one sharp thrust — he was inside me.

We both moaned — loud, unfiltered, like we didn’t care who heard. The car fogged up instantly.

His hands dug into my ass, helping me move — up, down, grinding, taking every inch of him as he whispered filth in my ear.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Fucking me in a car like you were made for it.”

I kissed him again, biting his lip, moving faster, harder. The windows shook. The seat creaked. His name was on my lips like a prayer and a curse all at once.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Come with me,” he said, forehead against mine. “Now. Come with me.”

And we did — together. My nails dug into his shoulders, his hands gripping me so tight it left marks, both of us trembling, gasping, completely wrecked.

For a moment, the world was silent. Just breath. Just heat. Just us.

Then he spoke.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, brushing my hair off my face. “Say it.”

I looked at him — flushed, dazed, shaking.

“I’m yours.”

[slutty4jk]

KISS ME! | JJK › PART 1

Summary: You and Jungkook have known each other your whole lives. Childhood best friends turned almost something more. He’s charming, popular, and scared of commitment. You’re ambitious, guarded, and tired of being a maybe.

After one kiss changes everything, you realize wanting him isn’t enough if he won’t choose you back. But walking away is easier said than done.

University brings distance, jealousy, and new people. You’re ready to move on. He’s finally starting to realize he can’t. Not when it’s always been you.

pairing: childhoodbestfriend!jungkook x (fem) reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, kinda toxic but delicious, mutual pining, fluff & eventual smut

rating: 18+ (mdni!!)

word count: 3.7k 💌

warnings: emotional whiplash, jealousy, possessive behavior, fear of commitment, unresolved tension, mutual obsession, brief mentions of sex, hurt/comfort, pining, lots of yearning

A/N: I finally hit post!!!! AAAAAAAA I’ve always been anxious about sharing anything I create, so I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe. This is my first fic (kinda), so please be gentle with me. I’m also lowkey new to Tumblr, so I’m just going off what I’ve seen other fanfic creators do, hopefully I’m doing this right. I don’t have too many solid plans for this story yet, but I truly hope you stick around. Also hope this lives up to the hype the teaser got heheh 🤓 Happy reading! - Ivy ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ

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KISSME!MOODBOARD | KISSME!PLAYLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST ⭑.ᐟ

(One Year Ago)

You’ve known Jeon Jungkook since the day he was born. Your moms were best friends before either of you even existed, girls who grew up together, fell in love with life side by side, and then raised their kids side by side too. You were born in February, and just like fate, Jungkook followed in September, just six months behind you, and from that moment on, it was the two of you. Always.

You were inseparable. Friends before you even understood what friendship meant. Sleepovers, scraped knees, shared snacks, birthday candles blown out together, all of it.

And then high school happened.

You drifted. Slowly, painfully. The way people sometimes do when the world starts asking more of them.

You went to a top-ranked all-girls private school, the kind with uniforms pressed to perfection, essays that weighed as much as bricks, and girls who competed to see who could have the best grades. Jungkook ended up at the local public school. It was louder, messier, freer. His parents wanted him to have a social circle outside of the snooty prep school one.

You started moving in different circles, living different lives. And somewhere along the way, your daily texts became weekly, then monthly, and then… nothing at all.

So when he invited you to a house party at his friend’s place, you were shocked. And maybe a little bit hopeful. Maybe this meant something. A bridge being rebuilt.

You dressed carefully that night. A pale pink tweed dress with gold buttons, white stockings, and shiny Mary Janes. Definitely overdressed for a house party, but you didn’t care. You wanted to look good. Maybe even wanted him to notice.

He didn’t.

He barely looked at you when you got in his car. Just a casual nod. No compliment. No hug. No "I missed you.” Or just a simple “How’s life?” To catch up.

It stung.

You quickly realized the only reason you were even invited was because his mom insisted he bring someone she trusted in order for him to go, and that someone was you.

As soon as you got there, he ditched you, disappearing in the crowd. You stood awkwardly by the drinks table, sipping a Coke Zero, the cold fizz sharp on your tongue. You didn’t know anyone. Everyone else seemed to know everyone. Loud laughter, inside jokes, bodies swaying to the beat.

You felt overdressed, overlooked, and completely out of place. People stared. Girls whispered. But you held your head high like your mom taught you.

You searched the crowd for Jungkook and when you found him, your heart sank.

He was on the couch, some girl straddling his lap, his hands gripping her waist, her fingers tangled in his hair. Mouths moving like they were starving. Oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Your stomach twisted so hard it felt like it was trying to fold in on itself. A bitter sting crawled up your throat, sharp and sour, like you’d swallowed regret.

Suddenly, the air felt too thick. You weren’t supposed to be here. You should’ve said no. You just wanted to spend time with him.

That’s all.

You pushed the patio door open, letting the cool night air wash over you. Arms wrapped tightly around yourself, fighting off the chill and the burn in your chest. It felt like stepping into a different world, darker, quieter, with the distant thump of bass bleeding from inside. You leaned against the railing, trying to relax a bit.

“Hey,” a voice said behind you, soft but close. You jumped, your spine going stiff as you turned.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” the guy said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. His lips quirked up, amused. “Though… I’m starting to think you scare easy.”

You startled and turned fast, your pulse kicking up.

“You’re real smooth,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes.

He grinned. “Smooth’s better than sleazy, right?”

“You always approach girls like that?”

“Only the ones standing alone in expensive shoes.”

You glanced down at your Mary Janes.

“And what if I’m just lost?”

“Then I guess I’m lucky.”

You tried not to smile, but failed.

“What’s your name?” He was handsome and looked like the type that would break your heart. Why not let him entertain you for a while?

“Eunwoo,” he said, shifting closer. “And you’re…?”

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name,” he said, leaning one elbow against the railing beside you. “Let me guess. St. Michael’s?”

You blinked. “How’d you know?”

“You’ve got that energy,” he said. “Put together. Fancy. But kind of annoyed to be here.”

You let out a dry laugh. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who’s also pretending to have fun.”

You smiled. He was disarming, in that effortlessly flirty way that made you want to roll your eyes and lean in closer.

“You don’t seem like the house party type either,” you said.

“Not when half the people here still think fart jokes are peak comedy,” he replied but you could tell he only says that to impress you.

You let out a soft laugh, for real this time. “You’re not wrong.”

He tilted his head at you. “So, what’s your deal? You here with someone?”

You hesitated. “I got ditched the second we got here.”

His expression flickered, just for a second. “Ah. That makes sense.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

“Because you’re way too pretty to be standing out here alone if you weren’t.” The compliment caught you off guard.

“Do you always flirt like this?” you asked, half teasing.

“Only when I mean it. I can keep you company, if you want.”

You hesitated, then smiled faintly. “I’d like that.” You were done feeling lonely at this dumb party.

You chatted for a while, nothing too deep. Just a little bit of distraction from the ache in your chest as you sipped on your drink.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he asked suddenly, eyes searching your face.

You shook your head. “No.” You could have but going to an all girls school made that kind of social circle a bit more difficult.

“Really? That’s hard to believe.”

You laughed softly. “I’m not interested in that sort of thing right now.”

He tilted his head. “Interesting.” He just wanted to know if you were single or not.

You looked up at him. “What about you? Do you have anyone special in your life?”

“Got dumped this morning.” He admits.

You look surprised as he says that, you would have never guessed with the way he was talking to you right now.

“Oh. Sorry.” Your tone is a bit regretful. You hadn’t expected him to respond with… that.

He shrugged. “We didn’t click. Guess I was meant to be alone.”

You echoed his earlier words. “I can keep you company, if you want.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“And how would you do that?”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you said it anyway.

“What if I said you could kiss me?”

He blinked, then smirked. “I'd ask if you were serious.”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” You lean in.

He leaned in, slow, deliberate. “You’re trouble,” he murmured.

You tilted your chin up. “Do you like trouble?”

“Depends on the kind.” he murmurs and then he kissed you.

He kissed you. Gentle at first, then hungrier. You kissed him back, maybe out of loneliness, maybe out of spite. You weren’t sure. But for a brief moment, it felt nice to be wanted.

You didn’t notice the group of boys by the pool bar watching.

Didn’t see the money exchanging hands.

Didn’t see Jungkook stepping out on the patio.

Jungkook stepped outside just in time to see it. The way your hands clung to Eunwoo’s collar, how his fingers were brushing the hem of your dress lowering to your ass like he had every right to. The kiss was already too far gone. His pace slowed down, eyes narrowing.

A group of his friends stood nearby, some grinning, some groaning, throwing bills into a baseball cap at the poolside bar. His gaze flicked to the hat full of crumpled bills.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, his voice low, guarded.

Mingi didn’t even look up. “We bet Eunwoo he wouldn’t be able to kiss the rich girl in under an hour.” They were watching as if to see what would happen next, ready to add more money into the hat.

“He did it in 45 minutes, he a real sweet talker,” Mingyu added with a chuckle, popping a chip in his mouth like it was just another Friday night. "I wonder if she'll sleep with him.." he thinks out loud.

Jungkook’s nostrils flared.

They made a bet for a kiss and now he might take you to bed?

His eyes flicked back to the hat stuffed with cash, to the smug look on Eunwoo’s face, to your soft smile, the one you used to give him when you were kids.

It reminded him of summers in your neighbourhood, you in your silly sandals and ribboned braids, waiting for him on the porch with two popsicles, always saving one for him.

That smile used to be his.

He remembered it like a favourite song, sweet, familiar. But now? Now you were smiling like that at someone else. And it burned.

You weren’t the girl on the porch anymore; you were all grown up, and now someone completely new got to see that side of you. Someone else got to make you laugh like that. And it made his chest tighten in a way he hated.

He felt something shift in his chest, like his heart had just dropped straight into his stomach. Was it jealousy? Was it disgust? At them or at himself? For leaving you alone? For bringing you here in the first place?

He couldn’t even name what it was, but it felt wrong.

He was moving before he even realized it.

He stormed across the patio, clearing his throat loud enough to slice through the moment.

You broke the kiss first, startled. Eunwoo smirked, the kind of lazy, satisfied grin that made your skin crawl. He knew exactly what he’d done. He had gotten under Jungkook’s skin. He had won the bet, he kissed the girl.

“Y/N,” Jungkook snaps, his voice sharp enough to cut through the noise. He’s standing stiffly just a few feet away, strong arms crossed over his chest. "Let's go."

You blink at him, lips still parted, confused by his sudden intrusion. “What? I was just starting to have fun.” You grumble like a child.

His jaw tightens. “Kissing strangers is fun?” There’s something biting in his tone. Not just judgment, jealousy, too. Thinly veiled and barely contained.

You scoff, heat rising to your cheeks. “You do it.” You just saw him. That girl on his lap, his hands all over her. You didn’t know if they had history or if they were dating but he never mentioned her to you, he never even brought up having a crush.

He’s one to talk.

His eyes flash. “No, I don’t.” It’s not a lie, not exactly. But the way he says it, quiet and defensive, you know he means something else.

“Remind me. Was that your girlfriend or just your entertainment for the night?” Your voice is cold, sharp as glass. You're not just asking. You're accusing.

He knows exactly who and what you're talking about. You saw him back there. Hands all over her like you weren’t even there.

His jaw ticks, but he doesn’t deny it. Doesn’t even look surprised. “Trust me,” he mutters, voice tight. “I know her.”

You laughed bitterly. “Yeah. That makes it better.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but nothing came out.

“Can you just leave me alone?” you muttered, voice tight as you brought your arms up around Eunwoo’s neck. Maybe out of spite, maybe out of pain.

If Jungkook could ditch you for some random girl, then why shouldn’t you do the same thing to him?

“No.” Jungkook grabbed your shoulder, firm, pulling you back to face him again.

Eunwoo chimed in lazily, “She’s fine with me, man.” His hands slid to your lower back, hands lowering a little too low for Jungkook's liking.

That did it.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened as he stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Get your fucking hands off her,” he growled.

One arm moved around you, yanking you out of Eunwoo’s grasp and behind him like you were something to protect and to claim.

Eunwoo smirked. He liked this. Getting under Jungkook’s skin like it was part of the game. As if he knew Jungkook had the hots for you.

But wasn’t it already obvious?

“Stop,” you snapped, louder this time, your voice cutting between them. “Both of you.” You didn’t want to cause a scene. Especially since you already stood out in this crowd.

Jungkook turned to you, jaw tight. “Y/N. Go to the car.”

It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. He was pissed.

You didn’t argue this time. You were tired. You wanted to leave anyway. You turned, heading out to the driveway without sparing a glance at either of them. You probably wouldn’t see Eunwoo ever again, so you didn’t even bother saying goodbye or give him a chance to ask you for your number.

Once you were out of earshot, Jungkook took one threatening step closer to Eunwoo, voice low and sharp. “If I ever catch you making bets about her again, I’ll break both your fucking legs. Got it?”

Eunwoo rolled his eyes and lifted his hands like he was innocent. But the message was clear.

He didn’t move. His fists stayed clenched, like holding on could stop everything else from slipping. He was angry. At Eunwoo. At you. Maybe at himself.

But beneath it all, shame was twisting in his gut.

And something else he didn’t want to name.

Something that felt a lot like heartbreak.

Jungkook found you outside, standing by his car with your arms wrapped around yourself, the cool night air brushing against your legs.

That dress, as pretty as it was, wasn’t built for cold air, or this party.

But you already knew that.

And now someone else had touched you. Kissed you.

His stomach turned.

What the hell were you thinking? Letting some stranger put his hands on you like that? Letting him taste you like it meant nothing?

You weren’t like that. At least… you never used to be.

You weren’t just some girl. You were his best friend. Or… you had been.

So why did it feel like he was already losing something he never even got the chance to have?

You didn’t look at him when he approached.

“What was that about?” he asked, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.

You shrugged, eyes fixed on the pavement. “What?”

“Kissing that guy?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, voice quiet. “Maybe I just wanted to have fun.” Your tone was sarcastic.

He let out a sharp breath, stepping in closer. “Eunwoo’s not a good guy. He cheated on his last girlfriend like six times.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” You grumble, hugging yourself from the cold.

Jungkook scoffed. “Well, he’s not. They were making a bet to see if Eunwoo could kiss you and probably take you to bed right after! Are you that easy, Y/N?”

His voice was laced with anger, sharp and bitter, the words cutting before he could stop them.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Wow. So now I’m easy? Is that what you think of me? Just some spoiled girl who jumps at the first guy who calls her pretty?”

He clenched his jaw. “Well, it seems like it, doesn’t it?”

You took a step back, your voice rising. “What’s your problem? Why are you getting so mad that I kissed some guy? I don’t care if it was a bet, I was having fun. I wasn’t even supposed to be here, was I? Your mom needed me to keep an eye on you, huh?”

His eyes widened slightly.

You hit a nerve. You read him like an open book.

You turned away, angry, pulling at the handle of the locked car door.

He exhaled, voice lower now. “You weren’t supposed to come… but I brought you anyway, didn’t I? You were supposed to hang around me. Not those other guys, you don’t know what their intentions are.” He scolds you.

That made you snap your head toward him. “With you?” you repeated. “You invited me, then ditched me the second we walked in. I didn’t know anyone. You knew that!” You exclaim angrily.

“I didn’t think—”

“Exactly,” you cut him off. “You didn’t think.”

You blinked at him, heat rushing up your throat. “I looked for you. And I found you with some girl practically dry-humping you in the middle of the living room.”

He dropped his gaze, jaw clenched.

You shook your head, laugh bitter. “I felt so stupid. I thought maybe you invited me because you wanted to see me. Like maybe we’d talk. Catch up. I dressed up and everything—”

He interrupted you. “I noticed.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did, Y/N.” His voice was quiet, but the weight behind it made your breath catch. “You look beautiful.”

Your arms dropped from around yourself. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” you huff, your voice vulnerable.

It wasn't about the compliment. It was about him acknowledging you, him making a stupid comment about how you were overdressed just like he would before.

Jungkook looked at you then, really looked. And there it was.

That flicker in his eyes. That quiet ache.

The one that said everything he didn’t know how to say.

You shook your head, voice softer now. “I felt like you didn’t even want me there. Like you were embarrassed to be around me.”

He stepped in. “That’s not true.”

“Then what is?” you say, staring at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. He didn’t answer, though. Instead, his hand reached for your arm, just lightly, just enough to ground you both.

You let out a breath. “We used to be best friends.”

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. “We’re not little kids anymore, Y/N. That whole best friends thing? It doesn’t work like that.”

Your jaw tightened. “No, it does… you just stopped knowing how to be one.” Your words hung in the air, sharp and defensive.

“You’re the prettiest girl here,” he added, softer now, like that would change the ache between you. Even he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince. He said it suddenly, quietly… like it slipped out before he could stop it. Like he was only just realizing it himself.

You scoffed, stepping back. Your voice rose, raw. “Pretty? Please. Is this a bet too? You invite me out here, ditch me, get pissed when someone else kisses me like it matters, and now you call me pretty like that makes it okay?”

He flinched. Your words hit harder than you knew, because he’d already asked himself those same questions. What the hell was he doing? Why was he so mad when he was the one who messed up first?

Your voice cracked, and your hands shoved at his chest. “Tell me, Jungkook. Are you doing this just to see if I’m really that easy? Or do you mean it? Do you really care about me?”

You hit his chest again. Once. Twice. You hit him again, and he didn't stop you, not until the ache in his chest became unbearable. Then, gently, he caught your wrists. His touch wasn’t rough. It was careful but cautious.

He swallowed, his jaw tight. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt. And then, when your eyes finally met his… it hit him all at once.

The fear. The guilt. The jealousy. The truth.

He was afraid of this… of you, of what this could mean, but more than anything, he was afraid he’d already lost you.

His gaze dropped, unable to hold yours.

His voice, when it came, was barely a whisper.

“I mean it.”

It wasn’t slick or charming or sure of itself. It was broken open and vulnerable, scraped raw and trembling with something too big to name.

You froze.

Something in you shifted.

He lifted his eyes again, slowly, and for the first time in a long time, you saw the boy who had always been your best friend. The boy who still cared, the look on his face stole the breath from your lungs.

Regret, longing, fear, hope. All tangled in one unbearable glance.

And then, like everything in the world had been building to this, he kissed you. Not like a mistake. Not like a dare. Like a promise he was too scared to speak out loud.

And you kissed him back because despite everything, part of you had been waiting for this your whole life. It was sudden and deep, full of everything neither of you had the guts to say.

His hands cradled your jaw, warm and trembling slightly, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go.

When you pulled away, lips tingling, you whispered, “I thought I wasn’t supposed to kiss random boys.” You teased.

Jungkook leaned in again, his forehead pressed to yours. “You know damn well I’m not a random boy.”

The second kiss was messier. Needy, deep, slow, desperate. Familiar in a way that made your chest ache.

One moment you were in the driveway, the next, in the backseat of his car. Your heart was racing. His touch was careful but confident, his fingers memorizing every line of you like a secret only he got to know.

And even though it scared you, how fast it was happening, how much it meant, it didn’t feel wrong.

It felt like the beginning of something you didn’t quite understand yet. But it was yours. His, too.

That night, in the backseat of his car, under the streetlight glow and distant hum of a party you didn’t belong to, you gave yourself to him for the first time. The windows fogged. The car rocked gently. And for a while, nothing else mattered except the quiet gasps, the whispered names, the fingers grasping for something real.

And for a moment, just one, it felt like maybe he belonged to you too.

Or at least… you hoped he did.

[violetcamryn]

OMG HII I READ THE UR RECENT FIC ABT SNOTLOUT AND I NEED MORE OF HIMM!!

Just an idea maybe an enemies to lovers trope w him and they got together bc he got jealous over smth?

thank you for the request. i hope this is sort of what you were looking for 🤭

“SOMETHING UNSPOKEN”

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x reader

Trope: slight enemies to lovers (they just don’t know how to communicate)

Warnings/ heads-up: use of “Y/N” literally twice (i’ve heard some ppl don’t like to read fics that use “Y/N” so here’s your heads-up). Other than that, none!

AN: this is literally my first fanfic ever, please be kind. i’m so nervous to post this. anyways i hope you love it! as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated

You were pacing around your room, thinking about everything that had gone wrong earlier today.

First, Hiccup had accidentally stepped on your heel during dragon training which made you get distracted and end up getting eliminated in front of the students (he apologized profusely afterwards).

You had been late to teach the younger dragon riders and ended up only getting half the lesson done, which would set them back even farther than they already were.

But the cherry on top was Snotlout being in the way every time you needed to do something.

Every day there was the constant flirting, which was so poorly executed and poorly timed all it did was annoy you. He knew it too, he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

Then there was the fact that every time you had a moment of peace and quiet, he had to go off on some tangent about how “nobody else knows how to ride dragons like he can” and “he should be teaching his own class”. Everybody knew it wasn’t true, because nothing would ever get done if he was teaching his own class, but he believed it nonetheless.

The worst of it was when he’d kick your shins under the dining table, and then deny it was him. You weren’t sure why (or how) you ended up sitting across from him almost every meal, but I guess the fact that he showed up late to every meal and just happened to sit down across from you would account for it.

After pacing your room for what felt like hours, you finally laid down to get some sleep after a rather agitating day.

In the morning, you made your way to the mead hall to have breakfast with everyone. Fishlegs had brought along the dragon manual to study, and everybody was completely engrossed in it.

You slid onto the bench in between Astrid and Fishlegs, and they welcomed you by sliding you a plate of breakfast. You probably should have paid more attention to the seating arrangements, you realized after a few seconds.

Directly across from you was Snotlout, who was unsurprisingly causing a ruckus. Him and Tuffnut were pushing eachother across the bench and knocked into Ruffnut, which didn’t help the noise level after she shouted at them to stop.

When they finally started to eat breakfast like normal people, you were able to focus on the day ahead.

The day was going to be busy— dragon training in the morning, lunch and study sesh with the gang, fence repair in the afternoon (the sheep got out again, shocker), and then dinner at the lookout in the evening.

“So, who’s teaching the class with me this morning?” you asked the group. You had checked the schedule and Astrid was supposed to be helping you, along with some new guy, but the schedule was always changing.

“Well, there’s been a slight change of plans. I know I was supposed to help you today but I have to help Gobber with this stupid project he’s started, so we figured we’d send Snotlout with you today” Astrid said hesitantly.

You looked her dead in the eyes with an “are you serious right now” glare, and all she could do was shoot you an apologetic smile.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise” Snotlout chimed in with a smile, taking a quick pause from his extremely messy eating.

“You better be” you replied.

After everybody had cleaned up their breakfast, you all made your way out of the hall and off to your morning routines.

——————————————————————

The arena was full of younger dragon riders, all eager to learn the new skills you had planned to teach them.

The new trainer, some guy whose name you didn’t know yet, was there and greeted you with a smile. You smiled back but didn’t have time to chat. Not that you cared for small talk anyways, you were there to teach.

You anxiously checked the time, and everyone except for one person was at the lesson on time.

“Great way to start the lesson” you mentioned when Snotlout finally showed up, late.

He gave you an apologetic smile but that didn’t make up for the fact that you had lost 10 minutes of valuable teaching time.

You got over it quickly though, because your mind became preoccupied with just how incompetent these younger dragon riders were.

One of them couldn’t even get his dragon to sit still for more than 5 seconds, so for the majority of the class time there was no hope of him learning the new flying skills you had planned for the day.

The other dragon trainer, whose name you now heard from one of the kids was Leif, managed to get the kid onto his dragon after 15 minutes of him trying on his own. Thank Odin.

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, and soon enough it was time to clean up.

You walked over the Leif and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks for your help, I’m not sure what that lesson would’ve looked like if you hadn’t got that kid on his dragon” you said.

“No problem, anytime” he replied with a smile.

You turned to leave the arena, and you saw Snotlout standing with Hookfang, looking…upset?

“Jeez, who pissed in his drink this morning?” you thought to yourself as you walked out of the arena.

The rest of the day went by quicker than you anticipated. Lunch + study sesh with everyone was the same as usual, except for the fact that Snotlout was nowhere to be seen.

You chalked it up to him not wanting to study and skipping out again. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Fixing the fence was a pain, especially since the twins (who were the only other people assigned to help) were absolutely useless. They so much time fighting about who would fix it better, that neither of them actually helped fix ANY of it.

You were so thankful that dinner came as soon as it did. You strolled up to the lookout where everyone had planned to meet up for dinner.

You and Snotlout just happened to be the first people there.

“I see you’re actually early for something for once” you half-joked.

He didn’t say anything back, which surprised you. Normally he would take a jab at you any chance he got, but not today.

“I guess skipping out on the study sesh earlier really must have given you some time to get here early” you tried again.

Still, nothing.

You sat silently for what felt like hours (it was literally 5 minutes), before the rest of the crew showed up. Fishlegs was the first to arrive, and he immediately noticed Snotlout’s quiet demeanour. He was not going to be the one to complain though, he was going to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasted…

It lasted a total of 15 seconds before the twins showed up and started talking loudly about everything they did (or didn’t) do that day, which included NOT helping you fix the fence (you were still bitter about it).

Once everyone else had arrived, everyone began eating and chatting. Not Snotlout though, he was quiet. None of the usual kicking your shin or pushing Tuffnut off the end of the bench. Just…eating silently.

You wondered what had brought on this sudden change of character, but you were soon preoccupied with the group conversation.

Dinner went by quickly, and you were thankful for it. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to be back in your bed. You had hoped that after a nights rest, tomorrow’s dragon training lesson would go better.

You usually stayed behind to clean up, as it gave you something to do to wind down from the day before you went home.

Everyone else made their way down from the lookout and started to head home, thanking you as they left.

But one person had stayed behind.

“So you and Mr. Dragon Trainer must be pretty close then, huh?” Snotlout asked suddenly.

You turned around with a confused look and didn’t know how to respond.

“I saw you two at the end of the lesson today, you seemed like you REALLY enjoyed his company” he said.

“I was thanking him for getting that kid on his dragon, that’s all. Plus, why do you even care?” you responded. “It’s not like you offered up a helping hand much today” you added before scooping up the rest of the leftover food and tossing it to the dragons that were lying below the lookout.

“Well I would have if I had a chance to, but you seemed to busy with good ol’ Mr. Dragon Trainer to notice if I did” he said.

“Why does it matter if I notice? You’re there to teach a class Snotlout, not show off” you replied, sitting down on the bench across from him.

“Why do you think I even took up teaching that class? I knew he was going to be there, but do you really think I enjoy teaching a class with that guy? No I certainly don’t” he retorted.

“What are you getting at, Snotlout?” You were completely lost about where this conversation was going.

“I took up teaching that class because I would get to teach with you” he blurted out. He immediately looked like he regretted it, and looked down at the floor.

“What do you mean you wanted to teach with me? You treat me like you can’t even stand me half the time. You’re constantly trying to annoy me and get me to be frustrated with you, why would you want to spend MORE time with me?” you asked, sincerely confused.

“You ever think about the fact that maybe I don’t want to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted the attention that came from it?” he asked softly, still looking at the ground.

“What- huh?” you stammered, trying to compose your thoughts.

“You really thought I wanted to annoy you because, what, I disliked you? No, I wanted you to notice me.” he said.

You took a moment to process what was happening; the man who had spent the past who-knows-how-long pestering you, teasing you, and picking fights with you, wanted you to…notice him?

“I didn’t think that being nice would make you notice me. I thought I’d just seem like every other guy in the village. Which apparently seems to be your type, seeing as you were buddying it up with Leif earlier…” he mumbled at the end.

“Please for the love of Thor, enough about Leif! I don’t care about him. In fact, he didn’t even know his name until today. That should show you just how little he matters to me” you responded, slightly irritated.

“Sorry. I just..I don’t know. Seeing you with him today, touching his shoulder, I got jealous. I wanted you to notice me but you were too busy with him” he admitted.

You almost couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

He finally looked up from the ground, and took a deep breath.

“I guess I’m too far into this now not to get it all out, so I might as well just tell you. I’ve been into you for a long time, Y/N” he said, while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I took the shift today because I wanted to finally show you how I really am, that i’m not just some obnoxious guy and I actually know what i’m doing. This is obviously not how I planned for the day to go, but here we are” he said.

“I just didn’t know how to tell you or show you how I felt. I don’t like annoying you, I just thought it was the only way I’d get your attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to think it was because I disliked you” he said sadly.

You looked at him for a moment before getting up to go sit next to him.

You didn’t touch him, you just sat silently next to him and listened.

“I want to show you that I’m a good guy, and—“ you cut him off.

“Look. Now that I know all of this, there’s some things I need to say too” you started.

“You didn’t have to do all of…that to get me to notice you. I really liked being around you, but you just made it so difficult and I thought you didn’t like me.” you said.

“You know, I was into you for a while too…it started around a year ago” you admitted quietly after a moment of silence.

He looked surprised.

“I just couldn’t bring myself to sacrifice my focus on teaching for some feelings that I was pretty sure weren’t going to be reciprocated. So, I started to ignore you, and then you started to do…whatever all that was to get my attention” you looked at the ground as you said it.

“You should’ve just told me” he said.

You looked at him for a moment, analyzing his face to see whether he was being sincere or not.

“I’m serious. I wouldn’t have made fun of you. Gods, I was already crushing on you back then. I would’ve been ecstatic if you just told me” he said with a smile.

“Look, I feel like some apologies are in order. I’ve been an asshole. I shouldn’t have tried to get your attention the way I did, and I really shouldn’t have gotten so jealous today. I’m sorry, Y/N” he said, turning his body to fully face you.

You took a moment to appreciate the apology before answering.

“I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did either. I just shut you out instead of dealing with my feelings and I just made everything worse” you said.

You both sat silently for a moment, trying to process everything that had been said in the last few minutes. Everything was going to change now.

“Can we…start over? I want to show you who I really am, not just some obnoxious guy who can’t flirt to save his life” Snotlout said.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that actually” you responded. “But can we skip the part where we pretend we don’t have feelings for eachother? I mean, now that’s it’s all out in the open anyways…” you asked.

“Yes, please” he said with a smile.

You smiled back and inched closer to him on the bench. You gave him a very light smack on the arm.

“That’s for all the times you tried to get on my nerves” you joked.

You quickly leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s for everything after”

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AN: Omg this is my first fanfic ever, i hope it’s not too bad. Feedback is appreciated (pls be kind though)💗💗

More coming soon! I have a few WIPs cooking in my drafts waiting to be finished to get ready for more Snotlout x reader content

[downhillrepose]

an old love

overview : father charlie mayhew reunites with an old lover he was head over heels for before he began his journey into priesthood.

pairing : father charlie mayhew x fem!reader

word count : 1152 (and it’s still ASS)

a/n : this is my first fic so please excuse.. everything… while i try to figure it all out! xx

it was an early sunday evening when father mayhew was interrupted while planning his next sermon. the doors to the church pushed open, the loud hinges and heaviness of the door stirring him from his concentration.

father mayhew looked up from his altar to the entrance of the church, not necessarily surprised to have someone else join him in the holy place, but startled nonetheless by the sudden intrusion.

a frazzled young woman stumbled in, her wide eyes looking around to the tall pristine ceilings and stained glass windows before settling on father mayhew’s tall figure on the stage.

though a sin, father charlie swore his heart stopped beating when his eyes finally settled on the woman in his church. could it really be? no… no, it’s not possible.

“charlie?”

charlie’s eyes widened beyond belief, definitely sure this time that his heart stopped beating. “Y/N..? is that.. you?” his voice was breathless, rough with disbelief.

“oh, charlie,” you beamed, quick steps scurrying over to the altar, stopping short before the steps. “i’m so glad to see you..” your eyes raked over his attire, “oh! i’m sorry, father charlie.”

frozen, charlie just stared at you before he somehow got the courage to say something. “Y/N.. what are you doing here? it’s been..” he trailed off, not wanting to say how long it had been since he’d seen the woman he fell in love with.

“forever?” you finished for him,

“yea, forever,” he gulped, slowly moving from behind the altar to descend the steps. his eyes never left your frame.

your gaze followed him as he made his way toward you. the closer he got, the faster his heart beat. is it about to come up his throat?

“i’m sorry to barge in on you like this it’s just that i got word that you were here and had to see for myself,” you softly smiled. how are you smiling right now? how are you not in complete and utter pain like he is?

charlie just blinked, finally in front of you now.

“right, i have to explain myself, god, oh! GOSH,” you corrected yourself, hand over your mouth. “i’m so sorry, i’m an idiot.”

this finally made charlie’s face lighten up, you hadn’t changed at all. “it’s okay, Y/N, really,” he felt his lips tug upward. you were still the cutest thing in the entire world.

you just blushed, embarrassed. “i.. i just finished my degree abroad, you know...? anyway, when i got back home my dad said that you were a priest now and i… well, i had to see you. couldn’t believe it.”

charlie raised a brow, “how come?”

you clasped your hands in front of you, “nothing, really, i just always envisioned you to be out of this old little town.. traveling.. doing whatever your heart desired. like you said you would…” your gaze flicked to the floor, your shoes suddenly very interesting.

charlie hummed, “no, i couldn’t leave this place.. trust me, i tried.” charlie’s gaze suddenly turned to a dim one. a dark, glum cloud seemed to hover over his head.

you raised your head at that, eyes locking with charlie’s once more. you opened your mouth for a moment before abruptly closing it. you contemplated for a moment before forcing a smile on your face.

“well i’m just happy to see you, charlie” your eyes flickered over his face, almost as if you were trying to imprint the image of him in your mind so you would always have it.

charlie didn’t say anything at that. he opened his mouth just to close it, too. he shook his head slightly, hand coming to comb through his hair.

“are you sure?” he clenched his jaw.

your eyes widened at that, flinching at his brazenness. “of course i am, charlie..” your hand moved to his arm before hesitating, tucking your hands behind your back in tight fists.

charlie saw this, his jaw clenching even tighter, he was sure his teeth would fall out. “i’m sorry it’s just hard to believe when i’ve been here the whole time.”

“charlie..”

“no, Y/N, what are you doing here? really?” his tone became defensive, building a wall around his heart right in front of the woman who helped him tear it down all those years ago.

you didn’t say anything, eyes wide looking up at him.

“i never left, Y/N.. i never left…” his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes hardened in faux credence.

your lower lip quivered, looking away.

“i’m sorry.”

“for what? for abandoning us? or for never coming back?” charlie bit out. according to his beliefs, charlie should forgive, but something inside him still ached from when you left, it wasn’t that easy.

“everything, charlie.. everything.” your eyes were glistening with tears when you looked back into his. charlie’s heart sped up at the sight, hand itching to take your face in his palms.

as the first sob of yours was let out, charlie couldn’t stop himself, pulling you into his arms and into his warm chest.

“shh, shh, baby.. don’t cry.” his hand caressed the back of your head and neck, head coming to rest atop of yours.

your heart clenched in your chest. “i’m so sorry, charlie.” the words were slightly muffled against his chest, but he knew what you said.

palms coming to cup your cheeks, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, eyes locked on your red and watery ones. “shh, it’s okay..”

you shook your head, “no, it’s not.”

charlie’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible, “sweetheart… come here.” he brought you back into his arms for another embrace.

“missed you so much, charlie, i just.. i couldn’t face you after what happened. please. you knew i missed you, didn’t you?” you raised your face from his chest, neck craning up to look into his eyes.

“well, i do now…” his ring covered hand came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “just wish you came back sooner.”

your eyebrows crinkled up again, “i know, i’m sorry i just thought you hated me and i couldn’t bring myself to face you.”

charlie brought his forehead to yours, “oh, sweetheart, i could never hate you..” his palm caressed your cheek. you leaned into his touch, releasing a heavy breath.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, the silence of the church engulfing you, making it seem as though you were the only people in the world.

charlie broke the silence first, eyes soft looking down at you, “what do you say we get something to eat? that diner is still open, and you can tell me everything..”

you softly smiled, sniffling, “i’d like that a lot.”

with your arm locked in charlie’s as he led you out the church doors, he realized something:

a million years could go by without seeing or hearing from you, but his connection and devotion to you will never falter. ever.

so… that’s it! im so sorry the ending is so rushed and just. bad? im sure grammar and the present and past tense verbiage was annoying asf pls forgive me :,,) im new to writing (writing my own stories i mean) and am open to criticism! constructive pls..

[whinypupp]

ᶜʷ: ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸᵍⁱʳˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , “ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ” ⁿᵉᵍˡᵉᶜᵗ , ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ , ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉ , ᶜˡᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ & ᵇⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜᵒˡˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ , ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ

not proofread!

the night satoru gojo decided to adopt a hybrid, you were the lucky girl. he could hardly contain himself when he saw your sweet little face, wide eyes, puffy tail, and laid-back ears. he knew how nervous you were—poor baby. probably so sick and tired of being caged up all day. despite what their website said online, they completely neglected all of the hyrids here. the entire “hybrids are people too” went straight out the window.

despite your malnourished condition, he knew you were the one. $2500? no problem. he sure had it on him and paid in full instantly. during the entire process, you were so shy and scared—shaking like a leaf. either the staff were mistreating you, or you had a bad experience with a past owner. either way, he sympathized with you. he wanted you to know you were safe.

when you came home with him, he already had stuff set up for you. he planned on getting a dog or a cat, and considering you were a dog, he had things set up for you. hybrid food, water, blankets, a soft but sizey bed, and training pads (just in case).

“well, here we are, puppy! your forever home!” he grinned ear to ear, letting you sniff around cautiously so you could get used to your surroundings. his friendly voice did make you somewhat ease up, but you couldn't be sure.

“it's better than that shelter, for sure. are you hungry?” that made your ears perk up—slowly turning to look from him. it was almost amusing how you tiptoed on all fours while taking in the sight of your new home.

“oh? is that it, puppy?” he spoke enthusiastically, but also in that tone you'd speak to a baby. “they didn't even tell me your name, pretty. what is it?” you slowly whispered it, sitting in front of him timidly. he repeatedly it, humming and letting it roll off of his tongue. it had a nice ring to it.

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you'd been with gojo for a couple of weeks by now, having completely gotten attached to him and unable to be separated from him. you'd whine and sniffle if he left you alone. you couldn't even sleep separately anymore.

everyday, your became needier and would crave his attention constantly. he'd even take you out for walks with your pretty little pink color on to burn off some of your energy. it was weird how your body language was beginning to change, but he didn't question it.

that was until the day you went into...heat. actual heat. he facepalmed at not having thought about it beforehand or even doing research before he adopted you.

when you woke up, you panted, your face was hot, and you clenched your thighs. gojo was still sleeping silently next to you—his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath he took.

you clung to him, huffing in a frustrated tone before grinding your lower half against him. it felt good. the mini stimulation nearly made you bite your lip. you hadn't even felt something like this before—having been in the shelter all of your life, and were always forced to take heat suppressents in the form of bitter pills.

you kept up the movements, only thrusting your hips forward gently at an attempt to not wake him. you cried out into his clothed shoulder—burying your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. he smelt manly from the intense yet inviting cologne he always wore. it smelt extra good this morning for some reason.

your tongue ran over his pulse while lapping at his skin and leaving little bite marks. not enough to hurt or wake him, but noticeable and would probably get him questionable looks if they lingered long enough.

“satoru,” you whined breathily, acting like a bitch in heat (which you were) as you picked up the speed of your thrusts and claws dug into the flesh of his forearm. your panties he bought for you were already drenched and clinging to your pretty pussy, some of your slick dripping down your thigh.

your legs shook, your heart raced, your tongue lulled out, then everything stopped—

satoru groaned softly, eyes fluttering open as he ran a hand through his hair. you eeped, pulling back. the knot that was bound to snap in your stomach dulled, leaving an unfamiliar ache. it made you feel sexually frustrated, but at the same time—so so guilty.

you loved satoru a lot. he was your owner and took special care of his sweet girl, but this? whatever you were doing was wrong in your eyes, and it surely would be in his too. bad dog. he'll take you back to the shelter for being a disgusting mutt.

“mm, baby?” he spoke in his usual tired voice, yet it felt so different this time around. you swore you got chills and your ears fell back. that low and sultry tone shot straight to your core.

“m-morning,” you mumbled, eyes drifting away from his curious ones as you tried not to look guilty. the way you chewed on your bottom lip and your timid ears gave it away, though.

“it sounded like you were hurt. are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked with worry, unlike his usual sweet-as-honey tone.

you nodded vigorously, but it was an obvious lie. he held his arms out, gesturing for you to come closer. “you don't have to lie to me. makes it feel like you don't trust me. hurts my feelings.” he pursed his lip, pulling you close and petting you. he scratched behind your ears and gently pulled your little tail, just trying to get a rise out of you.

when you let out a whine, he stopped, and his eyes widened slightly. he's pulled your tail gently in the past to tease you, but this was the only time you made a noise like that.

he instantly took note of the rising blush on your cheeks and building embarrassment, petting you once more. “um, sweetheart.”

you looked up at him with your pretty eyes he admired even more than his own, yet they were glazed over with...something he hadn't put his finger on until now.

“are you in heat?” he knew it might've been an embarrassing question to ask, but the way you were behaving, and that little noise you made lit a flame in him that shouldn't have. it was the only logical explanation, anyway.

a pause, your body tensing, the way your breath hitched. he got his answer by that alone, but hearing you admit it would've riled him up beyond comprehension. “s-satoru, 'm sorry! please—don't take me back to the shelter!..” you were already pleading—thinking your badly-hidden secret was given away. tears brgan to weld in your eyes, yet he held your cheek lovingly.

he frowned. did you really think he'd hate you that easily? you were his sweet puppy. he would never! “sweetheart, look at me.” he tilted your chin up, wiping the tears from your pretty eyelashes.

“'m not mad. i wanna help you, pretty girl. would you like that?” the idea made your thighs clench, and you nodded shyly.

he wasted no time lifting your shift over your head and instantly being met by the sight of your perky breasts. what he always forgot to do was buy you bras, but he never had an issue with staring. he respected you, at least, but now he could stare all he wanted. your body was perfect and your nipples hardened from the slight brush of his fingers against them, combined with the cold air.

“please—hurry. wan' you s'bad.” your voice was whiny and he chuckled, maybe even thanking you for being able to get to it. your eyes shot down to the boxers he slept in, a bulge straining against them.

“always so needy,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up and tugging his boxers down with a content sigh. you wanted him to feel good too, considering it looked painful as it twitched with your eyes on it.

“like what you see?” of course you did. he was already bigger than you height-wise, but hell, he was nearly 8 inches. he was gonna split you open. your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, and you tried not to gasp.

“i promise i'll be gentle. you can tell me to stop at any time.” he reassured you, ruffling your hair before lifting your hips carefully to slide down your pants and pretty panties. you were fucking dripping. his cock pulsed.

“so wet...” he ran his finger over your slit and watched you squirm. “all f'me? i feel special.” he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked gently, grunting in content as if you were the sweetest little thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting.

“'toru, you're teasin' me—” you huffed softly, your legs attempting to close from his heavy gaze, but he dug his nails into your hips and held your thighs apart.

“ah ah ah.” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “none of that, pretty. i wanna see all of you. especially this pretty cunt.”

he leaned forward, his breath fanning over it and making you even wetter. he inhaled deeply, but you attempted to push his head away out of shame. he surely didn't have any.

he knew you were getting impatient, and he was too, so he spared you both any more excruciating waiting and brought his tip to your clit. the gentle rub he did against it made you jolt, your tail starting to wag. cute.

“it'll sting. bare with me, ok?” he warned you, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then neck. he was careful with you, but he knew you wanted it rough.

when you nodded in acknowledgement, he slowly began to slide the tip in, and he swore he couldn't breathe. how could you feel so heavenly he could hardly put his tip in without wanting to thrust impatiently?

you sharply gasped, whimpering as more tears pricked at your vision. “sh, sh. i know, i know—fuck. you feel real good, puppy.” he praised you, rubbing your ears as his pelvis connected with yours. in one dangerously rough thrust, he was fully inside of you, and you whined pathetically, big globs of tears already streaming down your puffy cheeks. he just couldn't help it—you were so tempting. so wet and warm...he wanted to be in you forever.

he groaned loudly, muttering out curses as you dug your claws into the back of his neck. your legs were already locked around his waist which helped you with stability, but it hurt an insane amount. he was aware of this and already started to feel guilty, but it faded almost instantly when he felt you clench. you breathed out a shudder, letting your head fall limp agaisnt his shoulder when his thrusts continued.

“god—haven't ever felt a cunt like yours before, puppy,” he spoke in almost a whiny tone, which made you try to suck him in deeper. that spot he hit inside of you against your velvety walls with each buck of his hips made you wail, yet you didn't want it to stop.

“yeah...yeaaaah. just like that. my sweet girl's so tight all for me.” he would've cried from how heavenly your little cunt was if it weren't for the broken moan and pathetic laugh he used to cover up how he was falling apart with each thrust.

he was already so sloppy. he couldn't help it. you'd forgive him, right? you were his sweet puppy—without a doubt, you would. you wanted to be bred, anyway. it was an instinct. having him breed you and fill you full of his cum—maybe even have his babies made you squeal.

“shit shit shit— 'm so sorry, sweet girl. gonna cum in you so early. you aren't mad, r-ight?” the way his voice cracked on the last word added to your wetness. he knew all you could do was let out little noises, so it was mostly a rhetorical question.

the absolute squelching and skin slapping was beyond unholy, but sounded so good to his ears. he was on cloud nine—eyes rolling back as his thrusts became rapid and his cock slammed against your cervix aggressively. he was moaning with each thrust, and you couldn't stop crying. there was no possible way you could stop. the pain mixed with pleasure was so unbearably good.

“FUCK! baby, gonna let me breed you? fill you to the brim and make you have my kids? does it get you off, sweet girl?” his voice sounded so broken, yet sultry. with one last, sloppy thrust, he completely filled you up and made you brokenly sob. your pussy spasmed and your thighs quivered, cumming as well all over his cock.

“my sweet baby.” he kissed you so gently you barely felt it due to the overstimulation and how out of it you were.

he praised you constantly as he cleaned you up and let you rest in bed. every couple hours he was coming in to bring you water or tend to your needs. sometimes he'd even lay with you to help with your separation anxiety. you loved him so much.

his poor, sweet puppy.

[whilesjunnie]

Vampire!Choso x amab reader

AN: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so sorry if it’s not the best. I had a lot of fun writing it and will probably write more in the future. Tell me if you like it and feel free to leave any tips for new writers���

Tags: blood mentioned, smut, top choso, amab reader, spit as lube, biting, idk what else

“Baby pleaseeeee, just one little bite?…” Choso whined as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses starting from your shoulder.

“Cho, I fed you earlier. You hungry again already?” You whispered back softly as your body trembled, caught off guard by the sensation of your lover’s lips against your skin. The feeling moving down your body and stopping itself right at your cock.

His kisses somehow always managed to get you all hot and bothered within minutes, like he knew exactly where you were sensitive and where he'd get the best reaction out of you...which he totally did.

You don't exactly remember how this absolute hunk of a man had become yours, but he'd been like this for as long as you could recall. A clingy, obsessive, and needy guy with a taste for blood. Specifically, your blood. And you'd always give it up willingly. I mean, who could refuse such a cutie when he looked so good on his knees, grabbing at your thighs, just begging for a taste - a drop of your heavenly fluids? Definitely not you. Never in a million years.

So, when that same cutie came marching around the corner, plopping down beside you, and pulling you into his lap, who were you to ignore his requests?

“ ‘m not hungry. Just want another taste of you right now..." Choso's breathing was heavy and deliberate as he began to inhale in your scent. He took in all of you as if your existence was fleeting, like you'd disappear from his arms at any given moment and he needed to have all of you before that moment ever came near.

As your lover continued to plant kisses across your nape, you couldn't help but feel your pants tighten around your crotch, a bulge forming. "I guess one more wouldn't hurt..." You finally replied, deciding that you too, needed a taste of him.

He smiled as he heard your words. His soft smirk transformed into a fang baring grin, his breathing heavy as he leaned in.

You winced as you felt a bit of pain slowly blooming above your clavicle.

His teeth pierced your flesh, small droplets of red slowly spilling from the wounds. Choso lapped up the blood, sucking out the prized liquid.

His movements soon became more erratic after tasting you. Hands roamed your body, trying to feel all of you at once. He had decided that your clothes were his biggest enemy at the moment. Keeping him from seeing your body, his interpretation of absolute perfection.

So, he tore them all off you.

"You really could've just asked me to undress for you..." You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief as the mangled remains of your favorite shorts laid at your side. Whatever, you'd find a way to make him buy you better ones in the future. Right now, all you wanted to focus on was how you were going to handle Choso manhandling you for the next few hours.

-In the bedroom

Choso was kneeling in front of you, head resting on your lap as he looked up at you with a smitten look on his face. The way he admired you, his eyes devouring every part of your body. It made your erection throb with excitement, a bead of precum already forming at the slit.

"God, sweetheart... You're so fuckin' gorgeous… and pretty eager for me by the looks of it." Choso giggled, kissing his way up your inner thighs. He took his sweet time savoring everywhere his lips touched, loving how your legs trembled beneath his touch.

He would leave deep bite marks on your thighs, the pain blending with the pleasure you got from him. Most of the marks oozed blood before he thoroughly licked it all up, causing you to shiver.

“B-babe..please. You’re just teasing me at this point..” You whined, yearning for him to just take you completely.

“ ‘m sorry, love..I guess-I got carried away..”Choso chuckled softly, his attention moving to your cock. He hooked his hands underneath your legs, spreading you even wider while closing the distance between you guys.

You moaned, bucked your hips forward as you felt Choso licking your cock, leaving wet stripes of saliva up the shaft. Then, he took it in his mouth.

He tightened his grip on you, bobbing his head back and forth on your cock as his tongue massaged your tip. Taking you was hardly a challenge for him despite your above average size.

“Ngh! W-wait…give-give me a second.” You cried out. Choso, too engrossed in the feeling of you, ignored your pleas. He only moved faster, causing more moans and grunts to spill from your lips.

“C-Cho, ‘m c-close…so cl-close!” Hearing your words, your lover immediately slowed, coming to a complete stop as he released your cock from its oral confinement with a small pop.

“Don’t cum too fast, babe. I want us to do it together.” He said, finally climbing up on the bed with you. Once again, his hands found their place on your legs, pushing your thighs up to your chest with your ankles over his shoulders.

“Make sure to tell me if i’m going too far. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Choso said, leaning down for a kiss. Your lips met a short yet sweet embrace, one that left you begging for more of him.

Once he pulled away, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and making sure they were nice and wet.

Somehow, the sight of his bloodstained lips sucking his fingers gave you butterflies in your stomach which were soon overpowered by the sensation of his fingers poking and prodding at your exposed rim.

Once he decided he’d teased you enough, He pushed his fingers deep inside you, earning an arch from your back followed by a soft moan.

He continued to thrust his hand inside you, his fingers scissoring open your tight hole for later use. You met his thrusts, clenching and grinding around his fingers, aching for more. “I-I need you, Cho…so bad. P-please, give it to me. I can take it…I’ll be good, promise…”

His already rock hard cock throbbed painfully against his boxers at the sight of you. You were coming undone for him while not have even reaching the main event. “You’re already doing so good for me, baby boy. Just stay like that, you’re absolutely perfect.”

As he took his fingers out, a dissatisfied whine left you mouth, making it known that you were getting impatient.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because in a matter of seconds, you felt Choso’s member enter you. His vigorous thrusts following suit.

Wet plaps, the grunts and whines of your lover combined with the chorus of your pleasure filled moans created a symphony of sexual noise in the room.

“F-Fuck! B-Baby…y-you’re still so tight. It’s too much.” He groaned, plowing into your ass even deeeper. Your g-spot was being absolutely destroyed by him and his obscenely large dick.

“I-if ya keep doin’ that…i’m gonna c-cum…won’t be able to hold it, b-babe…” You managed to mutter out, despite the ever increasing pleasure filling your insides. Tears formed in your eyes as you latched on to Choso’s back, nails digging into his skin.

“D-Don’t hold it in…C-cum for me, love…I’m so close too!”

With those words, you allowed yourself to let go, your body being sent over the edge, orgasming. As you came, you clenched around Choso as if trying to make your hole remember every ridge and vein his cock carried.

Warm ropes of semen painted your chest, some even landing on your face. This sight of you, all messy looking and with cum spilled all over yourself, was what sent Choso past his limit.

“F-fuck, I’m cummin’!”

His grip on you tightened as he leaned his face into your neck and bit down, hard. Many whimpers escaped his occupied lips as he shot his load inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed.

The two of you lied there for a good while, Choso, licking the fresh wound he had made before looking back at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“Round 2…?”

[sturnspup]

⋆ ࣪. — BLUEBERRY!SAM — .࣪ ⋆

SUMMARY .ᐟ . . . BLUEBERRY!SAM loves getting messy. too messy. the only ways he does is when he's eating his favorite fruit, and when he's eating you.

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . big nsfw — MDNI!!! . use of petnames, mostly baby . f!reader . cunnilingus + fingering (duh) . sweet n hungry sammy . est. relationship . foodplay .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . this is my first fic on here ever so pls be nice to me!! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated <33.

"sammy..." you whine out in a soft yet broken voice as sam continues to eat blueberries out of the container, all while eyeing your half-naked and sprawled out body on the motel bed.

sam hums at your tone as he pops another blueberry into his mouth. the purple colored juice of the small fruit leaks down his chin, meeting the half dried stains of the past ones he's eaten.

"what's wrong, baby? tell me. be good f'me and tell me." the side of his mouth twitches to a soft smirk. the teasing and deep voice that rumbles from his throat goes straight to your bare core. it doesn't help that the squishing of fresh, wet blueberry juice falls from his lips.

you begin to clench on the open air, bucking your hips up softly. you restraint yourself from touching your aching cunt, knowing whatever he's going to do will satisfy you beyond comprehension. but it's still difficult to wait.

sam eats yet another blueberry, dragging his eyes down to your wet folds. "so precious. wonder what you'd taste like with a bit of..." he finally got off his chair and made his way over to you, chewing another berry as he did so.

he slowly kneeled down at the edge of the bed. he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, gaining a soft gasp from you. his face was mere centimeters away as he smiled at the sight before him.

"added flavor." he groaned while his hot breath fanned against the soft flesh of your inner thighs and the drenched state of your cunt. you let out a small moan from the warmth his words gave you.

"so tell me, sweetheart," he flicked his gaze up to meet yours that was looking down at him. he took in your lust blown eyes, frustrated brows, flushed cheeks, and agape mouth. "what d'you want?" he spoke softly. his voice dripped like honey, but the purple mess around his mouth and chin, slowly making its way down his neck, was making him look far from a sweet man.

he looked hungry. the leftover juice wetted his lips in a way that he almost looked like a vampire in the soft lighting provided by the bedside lamps. he eyed you like a starved man, despite literally eating half a container of blueberries.

you couldn't hold it back anymore. you wanted him. needed him. you forced out your voice, a small twinge of whine at the end of the single word you let slip, "you."

you bucked your hips once more, getting slightly closer to the brunette. "please, sammy. please." you begged. and it worked.

sam immediately buried his face between your legs, pulling you flush against him by your legs. you let out a loud and desperate moan as his blueberry covered tongue worked its way between your folds.

he let out a gutteral groan, the noise sent vibrations against your delicate flesh. you gripped his hair between your fingers and yanked slightly, gaining a moan from him.

the white of your cum mixed with the pink toned purple staining his face. he brought his stained fingers to your hole, plunging them inside and curling them upwards. you let out obscene noises as he continued to hit all of the right spots, all while his tongue circled and softly sucked at your clit.

you shouted his name through pants, whines, and moans as he worked through you. his fingers sliding and curling at a soft, sensual pace while his tongue licked roughly against your pearl and folds.

he savored your taste mixing with the blueberry juice. he pulled away for a moment, earning a pouty whine from your lips. before you could beg him back, he had grabbed a blueberry and stuffed it against your opening, connecting his lips right after.

he licked and sucked against you, pulling the berry out and biting into it, spurting its juices against your cunt. the juice mixed with your own as he continued to move against you, gathering the mixed mess with his tongue slowly.

the sounds of your moans and the wet drags and pops of his tongue and fingers working filled the room, especially when he continued to eat the small fruit against you one after another.

the tight coil burning in your stomach began to break. "mm- sa-sammy," you panted as you grinded against his face, his nose poking your clit, making you moan loudly. "m'gonna-"

"cum f'me, baby. my sweet angel." sam purred against you. the sensation was too much for you to handle. and then you felt the band snap.

the sounds that flew from your mouth were nearly pornagraphic as you shook against sam's face. your fingers tightened their grip on his hair while your thighs locked his head in place. he continued to dig into you while you rode out your high. your back arched as he licked up your orgasm, all that was left were the wet strokes and purple tint his tongue left in it's wake.

your limbs collapsed back against the bed, trying to catch your breath. sam kissed your cunt softly before pulling back and licking his lips. he got up and hovered over you, moving the messy and sweat coated hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.

"you good, baby?" he smiled at your post-glow face before kissing your cheek. "mhmm." was all you hummed before opening your previously closed eyes and grinning weakly at him.

"thank you." you whispered before bringing his face to yours, his warm lips meshed with your cold ones, the taste of you and the fruit prominent. your lips moved in perfect synchronization, tilting your heads to get a better angle. his tongue slipped around against yours for a good while until the two of you had to pull away for air.

"i love you." you panted. sam chuckled softly, pecking your lips. "i love you more, baby." he sighed before laying down and pulling you to his chest. "we're doing that more often, y'know that?" he kissed the top of your head while you smiled and nodded your head, too tired to verbally agree.

[empress-ghoul]

You’ve gotten good at getting a sense for these sorts of things. A feeling in your chest, a twist in your gut, a sixth sense, if you will. You think you’d prefer your sixth sense to be seeing ghosts, rather than sensing when creepy men are going to approach you.

You just wanted a drink. It had been a long fucking day at work and you just wanted a drink without worrying about actually talking to people. That was why you sat at the end of the bar.

Maybe you should have just bought a bottle of wine on the way home. Your sixth sense had told you that going into the bar was a bad idea. At least then this guy wouldn’t be talking to you.

He was attractive at least, but you couldn’t be in less of a mood and he was practically sitting on top of you.

“Rough day?” he asked.

Your eye nearly twitched. “Something like that.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “I can tell.”

And he was rude. Cherry on top.

You rolled your eyes and shot him a glare, your lip curling slightly into a snarl. “Yeah,” you mimic. “You don’t look too hot either, asshole.”

Cash is handed to the bartender and you reach for your bag. He beats you to it, gripping the strap in an iron hold. Indignation rises. Part of you wants to wrestle it back, but the other part knows you’d just end up embarrassing yourself.

“We got off on the wrong foot,” he begins. “I’m Johnny—“

“I’m not interested. Bag. Now.”

You hold your hand out, but something tells you he’s not the type to listen.

That feeling is confirmed when he laughs. Yet another cherry on top.

“How about this; I buy you a drink and you get your bag back after?”

There’s a beat of silence where you nearly laugh. Was he serious? You’re about to ask him when he’s suddenly ordering for you and holding your bag in his lap.

You had to bargain with your tired mind, telling yourself that you were getting a free drink out of this. Frustrated, yet resigned, you sit back down.

He grins at you and your sixth sense prickles the back of your neck.

Johnny was good at talking and part of you almost felt bad. He seemed lonely. You were certain only a lonely, mildly insane person would steal a purse and buy the purse owner a drink just to have someone to talk to.

But you were lonely too. Only a lonely, mildly insane person would let him buy more drinks after getting their purse back.

You barely noticed the hand on your thigh. By the time you did, he was right in your face.

“Bonnie thing, aren’t you?” he purred.

That’s how you ended up getting tugged back to his apartment. He kept an arm around your waist and your bag in his hand the entire walk. Right outside the door, when his hand was on the doorknob, you realized how bad of an idea this was.

One night stands weren’t exactly your thing, especially not on a weeknight. You had a little bit of dignity, after all.

Plus, your sixth sense practically vibrated in your chest to tell you to turn and run. But suddenly the door was open and he was pushing you inside.

The door shut and locked behind you both, and suddenly you were standing in front of a wall of a man. Your throat tightened when you felt Johnny’s arms around your waist, trapping you in place.

“What’d you think, LT?” Johnny asked, squeezing you tighter.

He sounded so eager, so hopefully.

You stared up at the man in front of you. He looked…bored? Almost uninterested. Similar to a wolf who caught a meal too easily.

Despite being tipsy on the walk from the bar to here, you were suddenly stone cold sober and frozen in place.

A massive hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head up. A calloused thumb brushed over your bottom lip, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to scream. Only tremble as Johnny rubbed a stubbly cheek against your soft one.

“This the one you told me ‘bout?” the enormous man asked.

Something hard pressed against the fat of your ass as Johnny smiled. “Yeah, the one from the train,” he preened, clearly proud of himself. “Can we keep her?”

Maybe you should have just bought a bottle of wine on the way home.

[fanfics-i-find-here]

Do I know you?

Jason Todd X Reader

Synopsis: In the aftermath of a brief Kidnapping, Red Hood seems to think your important and wont stop hanging around your apartment.

Or in other terms, Jason got scared you were gonna die and doesn’t want to leave you alone

Notes: Reader is a waitress at a local bookstore/coffee shop that Jason frequents and he has grown very fond of her. They are vague acquaintances And she does not know that Jason is Red Hood. This is literally my first-ever attempt at a fanfic and Jason Todd has been rattling around in my brain. I might attempt to make this like a short series or something. Anyway, I hope it's enjoyed!!

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Masterlist

“I think I have a new favorite stalker,” you say loudly out your open window.

 Keeping your window open in Gotham was probably the worst idea you could ever have but your curiosity got the better of you when started to notice the fleeting red hanging out across the street and occasionally on your fire escape over the past two weeks. At first you were worried considering your recent encounter with Scarecrow as an attempted research rat.

However, the longer the red stayed near the easier it became to recognize. His helmet was shiny, which is what made it so easy to spot him. How that was helpful to a vigilante you didn’t know. Red hood was watching you and you had a feeling it was to make sure you were okay. You had heard of other bats checking on Civilians after traumatic incidents when they could, but every night for two weeks seems a bit excessive and he hasn’t actually talked to you. So what was he doing?

With no response to your jab, you lean out your window and repeat yourself, making a point to stare at the red helmet on the building across the street.

“I said I think I have a new favorite stalker!” You continue to stare him down.

Even in the minimal street lighting you can see his body tense, ready to run.

“Maybe he’d like to chat?” you tilt your head in questioning. You don’t why you asked. You were bad at keeping a regular conversation. If he came over and did, in fact, decide to chat, it might end up a short conversation. 

A clattered thud pulls you from your thoughts and you gaze turns from the opposite roof top to the very large man now standing on your fire escape next to your window. You can’t help but stare at him. 6” something and built like a brick wall. Intimidating even leaning against the building.

Was he this big when he saved me?

“Hi?” is the only response you could muster. The urge to slam the window closed and shut your curtains itches at your finger tips. He stares at you, or at least you assume as much, the helmets white eyes giving away nothing. No wonder people were terrified of Red Hood. You haven’t even done anything wrong and you could wet yourself  right here and now.

“Hi” You don’t know why your shocked to hear the modulated voice. He had talked to when he saved you from Scarecrow but it was still strange to hear. Slightly robotic but definitely a person underneath.

You realize that, maybe, you’ve been staring for too long.

“Tea?” you back away from the window and head for the kitchen expecting him to follow, as well as taking a moment to breath.

You just invited a good/bad vigilante into your home! What is wrong with you?  Your mind is a swirling, anxious debate as you fill your kettle.

“I only have Green tea, I hope you don’t mind.” you yell from the kitchen, unsure if he was even in the apartment.

“Not at all” His voice is close then you anticipated, assuming he stay close to the window.

Instead you turn to find him sitting comfortably at your dining room table, watching you move about the kitchen. He looks out of place in your soft warm toned home. His brown leather jacket the only thing that could blend in. The harsh red bat on his chest sticking out like a sore thumb. Your gaze lingers a moment at the holsters on his thighs, suddenly realizing that if he wanted to do something to you, you were screwed. You turn back to your cabinets and pull out a couple of mugs, pushing away the thoughts. Red Hood was good guy, despite what previous attempts at bad he had in the past. You stand at the counter and stare at your kettle, willing it to heat faster. After a moment, You hear a distorted sigh.

“You wanted to talk?” Red Hood asks

You shrug your shoulders without turning, not entirely prepared for a conversation just yet. Red Hood doesn’t push you. The kettle begins to whistle, and you pour the two mugs, settling tea bags into them. You pick them up and set one in front of red hood, and settle into the seat opposite his, blowing on your tea. You take a sip and promptly burn your tongue, hissing in pain.

“it’s hot”

Your eyes fly up to Red Hood. You choke out a thanks, Having not realized he had taken off his Helmet. You let eye linger across his face, very handsome. A scar on his lips, that rests in a smirk, and another across his cheek. As you eye move up you let out a startled laugh, Another mask keeps his eyes hidden.

“What?” He asks, The smirk on his lips grows.

As your laughing fit slows, you pause to breath.

“You wear two masks.” You pause waiting for him to laugh. All he does is furrow his brows.

“it’s funny” you insist but he doesn’t respond. You settle down again. Well as much as you can considering the man in front of you, staring at your mug, slightly embarrassed

“So I’m your favorite stalker? You got a few?” Red's voice rings out in the silence. It’s rough and deep, like he’d been yelling.

A flush creeps up your face. If you were embarrassed before, you were definitely embarrassed now. It had taken you all day to come up with the throw away comment. You thought It was funny. You also didn’t think you would get this far in your interaction with Red Hood.

“Not really, just the one I hope” you chance a glance at him to find him still unsettlingly staring at you as a he takes a sip of his tea, now cooled. Your mind searches for what else to say.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t want that either” Jason finally breaks eye contact with you, looking around your apartment.

With his stare no longer on you, you take the opportunity to really take him in. Despite the scars on his face, there was kindness there. And despite his intimidating stature, he seemed to pull himself in, like he was afraid to take up space. His forearms exposed through his suit. What a weird design. Not that you were complaining. Overall, Red Hood was hot. You flush at the thought.

“Thank you, by the way” you rush out, “for saving me… it really means a lot”

Jason turns his gaze back to you. You brave up and hold his stare. Suddenly thinking, he looks familiar. You furrow your brows for a moment.

“Do I know you?” You ask before you can stop yourself. You physically cringe and try to back track.

“I mean, obviously I know you, you saved my life and all but I mean like I know your face? Maybe, not that it matters. Course you wouldn’t tell me if I did know your civilian identity because then it wouldn’t be a secret. I just think I know your face but that doesn’t mean that I want you to tell me. And maybe you just have one of those faces…” you continue to ramble some more. Jason watches you carefully and finishes his tea. You pause to breath in your rant and he jumps in.

“Thanks for the tea” he grabs his Helmet, sliding it on before continuing, voice changed, “and your welcome, for saving you.”

You watches as he walks back toward the window, frozen and unsure what to do. As climbs out onto the fire escape you yell out.

“Your welcome and you don’t have to hide outside, you can come in next time.”

He’s gone before even finish the sentence. You sink back in your chair.

What is wrong with you? Why are you so awkward? That was terrible!

You try to push the interaction from your mind as you close the window and go about spot cleaning your apartment. Once done your anxious thoughts return.

This is going to be a long night. You think as you turn into bed.

[dontrllycaretbh]

🏀 Title: Behind Closed Doors

Pairing: Paige Bueckers × Azzi Fudd

Summary:

Late-night practices, locked gyms, and the weight of being more than teammates. In a world where eyes are always watching, Paige and Azzi find the one place they don’t have to pretend.

The gym was quiet, lit only by the overhead fluorescents humming softly above the hardwood. Midnight shootarounds were nothing new, but this one wasn’t about jumpers.

Paige leaned against the padded wall, sweaty from drills, watching Azzi from across the court — her form, her follow-through, that stupid effortless way she always made it look like art. Paige wasn’t watching the ball. She hadn’t been for weeks.

“You gonna just stare or actually rebound?” Azzi teased, eyes meeting hers over her shoulder.

Paige smirked. “You know I’m better at stealing than rebounding.”

Azzi raised a brow, the tension between them heavy and familiar — unspoken, electric. No one else was supposed to know. Not the team, not the coaches, especially not the media. UConn was about legacy. Discipline. Focus. A scandal was the last thing they needed.

But Paige? She didn’t care anymore.

She crossed the court slowly, sneakers squeaking, her gaze locked on Azzi. Close now — too close — she reached for the ball just as Azzi turned, their hands colliding.

Neither of them moved.

Azzi swallowed. “We said we’d keep things—”

“Under control,” Paige whispered, stepping in closer. “But you keep looking at me like that, and I forget why.”

Azzi’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled around the ball like it was the only thing grounding her.

“We’re not even supposed to be here alone,” she said, voice low.

“Exactly why it feels so good,” Paige murmured, brushing her hand against Azzi’s hip, casual like it meant nothing — but it meant everything.

The ball dropped. Neither of them noticed.

Azzi’s lips were parted, her eyes flickering between Paige’s mouth and her eyes. “We could get benched,” she whispered, barely audible.

Paige leaned in, her lips ghosting Azzi’s ear. “Then we better make it worth it.”

She kissed her.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t gentle. It was the kind of kiss that had been held back through practices, press conferences, and two too many team dinners pretending they were just teammates.

Azzi pressed back, hands slipping under Paige’s hoodie, nails dragging across sweat-slick skin. The air between them cracked like static — raw, reckless, real.

Paige backed her into the wall, hands planted beside her head. She didn’t care about rules right now. All she knew was the way Azzi was pulling her closer, breath shallow, kissing her like she’d been starving and Paige was the first taste.

There were things they weren’t supposed to be.

But in that gym, behind locked doors, with nothing but silence around them and everything unsaid burning between them — they didn’t care.

Not tonight.

[slutty4jk]

KISS ME! | JJK › TEASER/PREVIEW

Summary: You and Jungkook have known each other your whole lives. Childhood best friends turned almost something more. He’s charming, popular, and scared of commitment. You’re ambitious, guarded, and tired of being a maybe.

After one kiss changes everything, you realize wanting him isn’t enough if he won’t choose you back. But walking away is easier said than done.

University brings distance, jealousy, and new people. You’re ready to move on. He’s finally starting to realize he can’t. Not when it’s always been you.

pairing: childhoodbestfriend!jungkook x (fem) reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, kinda toxic but delicious, mutual pining, fluff & eventual smut

rating: 18+ (mdni!!)

warnings: emotional whiplash, jealousy, possessive behavior, fear of commitment, unresolved tension, mutual obsession, brief mentions of sex, hurt/comfort, pining, lots of yearning

A/N: WHEW! Here’s a teaser for my upcoming Jungkook fic and I’m sooo excited (and nervous lol). This little preview gives you a taste of what’s coming in Part One. It’s the only part getting a teaser btw, so enjoy it while it lasts 😭 I honestly don’t know if anyone will read this but if you do, let me know what you think!! – Ivy ₍^. .^₎⟆

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KISSME!MOODBOARD | KISSME!PLAYLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST ⭑.ᐟ

TEASER/PREVIEW FOR PART 1

(ONE YEAR AGO)

you hadn’t seen him in months. not really. not since the daily texts stopped. not since life started pulling you both in different directions.

you were the girl in the pressed uniform with a schedule full of deadlines and essays. he was the boy who showed up to class late, hair a mess, stories on his tongue like he lived in a different world entirely. and maybe he did.

so when jungkook invited you to a house party, it caught you off guard. you thought maybe it meant something. that maybe he missed you too.

you spent an hour getting ready, slipping into your pale pink dress, smoothing down your hair, hoping he’d notice. hoping he’d say something.

he didn’t. he barely even looked at you.

and when you found him later, it was with another girl already wrapped around him, her hands in his hair, his mouth on hers like they were the only two people in the room. it stung. more than you thought it would.

you stood alone by the drinks table, sipping a coke zero to drown the lump in your throat, pretending you didn’t care, even though your chest was burning.

you went outside for air. for silence. for space.

and then eunwoo showed up.

he was easy to talk to. a little cocky, a little too smooth, but kind in a way that didn’t feel fake. he asked your name. he noticed your shoes. he said you were pretty and didn’t laugh after.

and when he kissed you, you let him. maybe you wanted to feel wanted. maybe you just wanted to forget.

what you didn’t know was that there was a bet. that his friends were watching. that they had put cash down to see if he could get you to fall for it.

you didn’t know until jungkook stepped outside and saw it all. you didn’t see his fists clench. you didn’t see his jaw tighten. you didn’t know you were his until you weren’t anymore.

he told you to leave.

you fought him on it. angry, confused, hurt. you threw the same words back at him that had been stuck in your chest all night. you asked why he brought you if he never planned to talk to you.

he didn’t have an answer.

but then he kissed you.

and it was different. not gentle. not patient. just honest. like he’d finally remembered who you were, who you’d always been. like he hated himself for forgetting.

you kissed him back. you shouldn’t have, but you did.

and later, in the backseat of his car, you let him in for the first time. not just your body, but your heart. the part of you that had waited years for him to see you again.

and for one fragile moment, you thought maybe he did. maybe this time he’d stay.

KISS ME! Coming soon on July 5th. 💋

[pretenddisorder]

Promise to Promise

Synopsis: A sparring match leads to an emotional one when Xaden's fear of losing control makes itself known.

Tags: angst, fluff, sparring, author has never been in hand-to-hand combat but we can pretend that isn't obvious, Xaden Riorson x Reader

Warnings: canon-typical light violence, End of Iron Flame spoilers

WC: 2.1K

Getting a face full of concrete was certainly a way to start the day, but it was the last thing you wanted to add to your morning routine. Xaden, on the other hand, seemed to think the rock made an amazing moisturizer as he pressed his knee into the center of your back, keeping you down. 

“Again. Buck me off.”

Underneath him, you groaned, already tired of the fifth set of escape maneuvers he’s had you practice today. Lifting your arm, you make an attempt to snag his pant leg and pivot your hips to the side to fling him off. He scoffs at the weak move, sliding your own wrist between your shoulder blades before your hands can make contact with the fabric.

“You aren’t even trying,” He squeezes your wrist one time as he speaks, frustration seeping into his tone. 

You huff as you yank your hand out of his grasp to no avail. It remains firmly in his grip, skin to skin. 

“Have you ever considered that you’re just better at this than me?” You say, wiggling your fingers playfully at him from between your shoulder blades. 

His grip tightens and no laugh meets your ears like it normally would. 

“Have you ever considered that that wouldn’t be the case if you were putting in some actual effort?”

Your brows furrow at his reply, annoyance at his attitude settling in before the sun has even risen. 

“Who are you to say that I’m not–”

He interrupts, tone tight and sharp.“You're not. Use your signet.”

You tense underneath him and roll your shoulder blades in the opposite direction of the pin to try to break the contact he had with your wrist. He angles it further up, sending a twinge of pain through the limb at its new position. 

“You have contact. You can feel it,” His fingers press harder into the bone of your wrist to make his point as he leans down close to your ear. “Use your signet. Get out of my hold.”

Attempting to escape again, you slam your head back to make contact with his. Faster, he grips the back of your head before it can make its full recline, fingers carding through your hair and pulling back until he can make eye contact. 

“Still not working. Do something that will.” 

Your arm throbbed at the shoulder and your wrist stung with the tightness of his hand around it, but you kept your tone level despite the pain. “I’m not using it on you.”

His gaze darkened as you spoke, eyes boring into yours. Frustration danced with the gold flecks and something like desperation settled in the onyx. 

“You will. It’s the only way you’re getting leverage enough to get out of this,” He hissed. 

Pissed, you rotate your knee to knock his foot on the ground, pivoting his balance. As he pitches to the side, you push off the ground with your free arm, angling sideways to quicken his fall, wincing as your other arm strains with the movement. 

He pulls it as he leans, forcing you to roll with him onto your back to straighten it. Releasing your hair, he darts out his hand to pin your free arm to the ground next to the other above your head. Before he can straddle, you kick up your legs, planting the sole of your foot and pushing hard at the center of his chest. 

With his relentless grip and the backwards momentum of his fall, he pulls you with him, having you thump on to his front as he lays on the ground. 

“Now this is more like it,” You smile, but Xaden isn’t having it. He finally releases your arms and slides you off of him, standing with a huff and running a hand through his hair. 

“Can you take anything seriously?” He asks coldly. 

You sit up in shock, rubbing at the red marks on your wrist. His eyes dart down to the movement and his jaw clenches, but he stays firm in his stance across from you. He crosses his arms to stop himself from reaching down to help you up as you rise to your feet. 

“The hell is your problem today?”

“My problem?” He scoffs, staring you down. “My problem is you not treating these sessions like they’re real.”

You roll your eyes in response, crossing your arms to mirror his expression. “I am! I literally just got you–”

He surges forward and grabs the arm he had pinned, untucking it and holding the underneath to reveal the finger shaped bruising coming in around the wrist. 

“You let me hurt you. You had every chance to use your signet on me, but I didn’t feel a thing. You’re holding back.”

You turn your wrist over in his hands and lace your fingers together to stop the slight shake in his hands as he spoke. Rubbing your thumb over his softly, you felt the tension slowly release from him, until you spoke softly.

“I’m not going to hurt you like that.”

He steps back, dropping your hand and snapping. “What if one day you don’t have a choice?”

“Xaden. It’s not going–”

“You don’t know that,” He yells, shadows in the room growing more apparent along the edges of your vision as his voice raises. His footsteps echo across the concrete with the steps of his pacing, arms swinging wildly as he continues. 

“You don’t know when this, this thing is going to take over. You don’t know how strong the pull to drain is. You don’t understand how hard it is to ignore sometimes. The pain from your signet may be the only thing to distract me from it. I’ve seen you drop people twice your size from a single touch. Everyone describes it as–”

“The worst pain they’ve ever been through? Feeling like their own blood was fighting against them? That their brain was on fire?”

You grab his shoulder to stop his pacing as you speak, but he brushes you off, turning to speak, but you can continue before he can, getting closer. 

“I can’t put you through that, Xaden. I’m not going to, I won't.”

His pacing stops and his shoulders droop. His gaze stays on the floor, refusing to look at you. Without the sound of his walking, you can hear the slight strain in his breathing as he heaves in and out. The shadows surrounding you twitch. A few approach his form, weaving between his legs like a cat before retreating to your side, hovering before darting back to the corners of the room. Their comfort does little to stop the slight shake of his body as he breathes, so you have to take matters into your own hands. 

You take a step closer and rest your hand gently on his chest, feeling the stutters of his strained breathing. He leans into it like second nature, chasing the connection like a lifeline. You count silently in your head, waiting for it to even out. At three, the hands beside him unfurl. At five, he allows them to touch you, one resting at the dip of your waist and the other settling on top of the one on his chest. He moves his gaze from the cracks in the floor to flicker back and forth between your hands and your face at seven and eight, and at ten, just like he always does, he unclenches his jaw and anger makes way for something else on his face.

Fear, the underlying culprit for all of his outbursts, finally comes crawling out of its hiding to make itself visible in the dark circles under the misty sheen of his eyes. It tilts his head to the side, and creases his lips into a frown as he looks down at you. It dries his mouth and shoves its way down his throat into a tentative swallow before he speaks, working his tongue to spread its gospel. 

“I’m scared that one day it's going to take me over and take you with me in the process.”

“I’m not going to let–”

He interrupts you for the 100th time today, words hitting harder than any blows you would have rather taken. “And I’m scared you’re just going to let me because its me.”

It takes every ounce of willpower to hold your tongue and a neutral expression on your face as he continues, each word digging a knife deeper and deeper into your heart in sympathy as he does. 

“I’m terrified that when the time comes, when every part of control I have left is gone, you’ll hesitate and that will be all it takes. The thought of having to watch myself kill you haunts me every night.”

You take a deep, shaky breath to gather yourself. “I’m not going to let–”

“There’s no ‘Letting’ it–”

“Xaden,” You bark, firm, but soften as you continue. “Please. Just let me speak.”

He nods once, slowly, and you lift your connected hands to place your palm on his face. 

“I’m not going to let that happen. Not because I’m naive and think this will all just blow over. Not because I’m in denial about what's going on. Not because I’m some lovesick girl who is going to ignore it.”

You swallow hard, confronting your own truths as they dance on your tongue. As much as they sliced their way up and almost drown you to think about, you know he needs to hear them. He needs to know the choices you’ve come to terms with that haunt you in order to keep some of the ghosts out of his own mind. He needs your worst reality to distract from his own. 

“I’m not going to let that happen because I’ll stop it before it gets there. I love you, Xaden, and part of that love is making sure nothing hurts you, and this infection is one of them.”

You step forward, fierceness taking over your gaze as he peers down at you, shock in his expression. 

“The second you try to hurt me, I’ll know it's not you anymore. It’s all them,” you try to swallow the venom out of your voice as you continue, voice lower, making him have to lean in to hear you. 

“The venin isn’t you, it’s part of you. The second it tries to hurt me, it’ll be hurting you, and that’s what I can’t let happen. That I can promise you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the implication, even harder at how at ease it put him. How your threat relaxed him, how your worst nightmare is exactly what he wanted to hear. You’ve always heard that relationships were about sacrifice, but you never thought it’d be to this degree, yet you know you meant every word of yours, for him. 

You open them again, watching him take in every word you have to say. 

“I said I wouldn’t hurt you, because I won’t. Because you’re still you. These training sessions prove it. Your hand on my waist proves it. The way you looked like you were going to throw up and your shadows haven’t stopped hovering since you saw the bruises on my wrist prove it.”

You close the distance and take his lips in yours, pressing your belief into the kiss in hopes it’ll sink into him. He squeezes your waist as you do, pulling you even closer. Chest to chest, fear to fear, love to love. 

He pulls back, pulling your hand from his face and cradling it between the two of you. Before he even speaks, it's your turn to cut him off.

“Sparring injuries don’t count before you even start. I’ve gotten worse bruises from trying to talk to Imogen about Garrick.”

He chuckles slightly, a smile finally warming up his expression and your chest. He lifts it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to each of the purpling marks. With each one, you feel the storm in your mind get smaller and smaller now that he’s out of his own rain. 

“Sorry for being an asshole before breakfast,” he says, slipping his grip to hold your hand fully. 

You swing your arm slightly, pulling him along as you walk towards the doors from the training gym. The hustle and bustle on the other side of the wall brings a sense of normalcy to the end of the least normal start to a day. 

“It’s alright,” You turn and smile at him, playful tone from earlier reentering your voice. “You’ll just have to make it up to me later when we recreate some of those moves on a softer surface.”

He smirks down at you, eyes finally calm. 

“Now that I can promise.”

[beomfait]

let me make it better

bf!beomgyu x fem!reader

synposis: you’re having one of those bad days, barely holding it together but your sweet, thoughtful boyfriend knows exactly how to make it all better.

warnings: established relationship, comfort sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, post-bad-day fluff and filth, praise, soft dom!beomgyu, fluff & smut, emotional vulnerability, crying (but in a good way), minors dni.

an: this is literally not proofread at all LMAO and it’s also my first ever fic (and smut???) that i’m throwing out last minute bc i’m having a horrible day (shocker). so yeah i kinda just wrote this as comfort for me hehe but if it somehow ends up comforting you too then yay!!! 🫶 sorry if this is bad pls be nice lolol

the day sucked. 

like, sucked. 

everything that could go wrong did go wrong

you don’t even get a full step into your shared apartment before the day hits you all over again. the second the door shuts behind you, your bag drops to the floor with a thud and you lean your forehead against the wall, just… breathing. or at least trying to.

you felt heavy — like your skin doesn’t fit right. you’re all exhausted with this tight little ache behind your eyes that’s been threatening to spill over since this morning.

“baby?” beomgyu’s voice calls out from somewhere in the apartment. “that you?”

you can barely answer before he already appears in the hallway with messy hair and this cute black shirt with plaid pajama pants you bought him for christmas, his hair a mess, and his face soft with concern.

“uh oh,” he says immediately, walking over with a pout already forming “what happened? bad day?”

you don’t answer. not with words. you just step into his chest and bury your face there.

he wraps his arms around you instantly, chin resting on top of your head.

“mm,” he hums. “okay. I'm guessing you dont want to talk about it yet. wont ask any questions.”

and he means it. he doesn't ask. he doesn't press. he just holds you like he’s trying to fuse you into him, and for a few minutes, you let him, fighting back your tears.

he eventually guides you to the couch, sets you down, tucks a blanket around you, and kisses the top of your head softly.

“stay,” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. “gonna be right back, okay?”

you nod, barely holding back tears. you don’t know what it is, but if anyone could fix anything with nothing but patience and gentle hands, it’s beomgyu. he disappears for a second and comes back with your favorite snacks, a warm drink, and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“now,” he says seriously, crouching down in front of you, “you have two choices: we can binge-watch that kdrama we were watching yesterday while I feed you popcorn, or… I could uh… sing you my new song?”

you sniff a laugh. “both might make me cry again.”

he grins — slow and sweet — and leans in to kiss your knee over the blanket.

“oops.. then we’ll have to pass on that then hm?”

he climbs onto the couch beside you and pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing. His fingers running through your hair, rhythmic and slow. you can feel the tension in your chest begin to loosen, like it’s safe to breathe again.

“you know,” he says softly, resting his chin on your shoulder, “bad days don’t stand a chance when you’ve got me.”

you roll your eyes, but you cant fight back the small smile. “cocky.”

“nuh uh, confident,” he corrects, then kisses your cheek like it confirms it. “because even when the world’s full of shit, it’s okay because I have you.”

your eyes sting again — but this time it’s not from frustration. you twist in his lap to bury your face in his neck.

“I love you,” you whine mumbling into him.

he hugs you tighter. “I love you more~”

yall stay like that for a while, his hands are warm under your shirt (or well, his actually since you stole it) — stroking your sides, running up your spine, dragging all the tension out with nothing but touch.

he kisses your shoulder, then your neck, then right below your ear.

“feeling a little better angel?” he murmurs.

you nod, but something in your chest is still aching. not exactly stress anymore — something softer. needier. like all the tension is bleeding out of you and leaving you raw in the best way.

“mm,” you hum, barely audible. “just a bit..”

“oh? is your amazing boyfriend not enough for you?” he teases, but his hands are trailing lower now — stroking down your arms, squeezing your hips with just enough pressure to ground you.

you tilt your head to give him a mock pouty glare, and something in his eyes shifts. warm brown turns heavy-lidded, lips parted just a little, breath catching like he knows. like he feels it too.

“you want me to make it better?” he asks, voice quieter now, lower. more intimate. “really make it better?”

your breath hitches, nodding again — smaller this time.

that’s all it takes. beomgyu moves gently, like he’s afraid to break you. he leans in, kisses the corner of your mouth first, then your jaw, your cheekbone, your temple. reverent. worshipful. his hands slide under the blanket and settle on your bare thighs, warm and grounding.

you shift in his lap, feeling the unmistakable press of him beneath you — hard already, straining against his thin pajamas. he groans quietly against your skin, like the weight of your body on his is driving him crazy.

he cups your face, kisses you hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours with this slow, needy rhythm that makes you melt into him completely.

when he pulls back, he’s flushed. breathless. eyes dark.

“lay back for me,” he murmurs. “let me make it better.”

and you do. he helps you shift onto the couch cushions, kissing his way down, lifting your shirt slowly, like he’s unwrapping a gift. his mouth lingers on every inch of skin he uncovers — soft stomach, the sensitive dip beneath your ribs, the swell of your chest.

he takes his time.

he always takes his time.

by the time his hand slides between your thighs, you're already soaked. he hums in approval, mouth still on your skin, fingers teasing over your underwear.

“fuck, baby…” he breathes. “this wet all for me?”

“mmhm,” you hum, hips twitching under his touch.

his mouth is on you before you can even say anything else — hot and perfect, licking up your folds with long, languid strokes that make your back arch.

his tongue is slow. practiced. worshipful. like he’s been craving you all day.

he moans into you, tongue flicking over your clit, then dipping back down to fuck you with it. he wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you there, keeping you open for him, and it’s so much.

your hand flies to his hair, fingers tangling in soft strands. he moans into you, the vibration making your back arch further. his tongue is unfair — slow, then fast, then slow again. lazy licks and then sharp, focused strokes that have you gasping his name in between broken moans.

“you taste so good,” he murmurs between licks. “wanna make you cum just like this. let you fall apart on my tongue.”

you whimper helplessly as he smirks against you, going faster.

he doesn’t stop until your legs are trembling around his shoulders and you’re crying out, fingers tightening in his hair as your orgasm washes over you like a wave hitting hard. thighs shaking, hands clutching him tight, your body unraveling in waves as he holds you through it, tongue still teasing until you push at his shoulders with a weak little “too much—gyu, too much.”

but beomgyu’s not done. not even close.

he climbs back up, mouth shiny, eyes dark. “you still want more..” he whispers against your lips. “..dont you?”

he kisses your inner thigh, then your stomach, then crawls back up and kisses you full on the mouth.

you can taste yourself on his lips. it makes you shiver.

you nod, desperate now, needy in a way you don’t even try to hide. “please, gyu…” you whimper into his mouth.

he groans. “fuck. okay, sweet girl. gonna give it to you.”

he strips quickly — shirt and pants tossed somewhere behind the couch — and then he’s back between your thighs, his pretty veiny hands guiding your hips up to meet him as he pushes in — slow, thick, deep. you gasp, clutching at him as your body adjusts around him, your walls fluttering from overstimulation and the perfect stretch of him inside you.

he groans loudly, forehead pressed to yours, “so perfect— so warm n’tight. fuck, angel…””

his rhythm starts gentle — sweet little rolls of his hips that let you feel everything. his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together as he moves, your other leg hitched around his waist.

“couldnt stop thinking about you,” he whispers, “all day. just wanted you to get home already.”

your heart hammers in your chest at his words, but all you could give in response are sweet sinful moans he loves so much.

he starts moving faster and harder, hips rolling into you with long, deliberate thrusts, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on your face.

“look at me,” he whispers. “wanna see you fall apart.”

and you do — again and again, his name on your lips, his praise in your ears, your nails dragging down his back as he fucks you slow and sweet and so full of love.

when he cums, it’s with a shaky gasp and a low groan of your name, hips stuttering as he fills you up and buries himself deep.

he kisses you through it, hands trembling slightly as he wraps you up again, pulling the blanket over both of you.

you’re still shaking, tears in your eyes — but this time, they’re from everything he gave you.

“you okay?” he asks softly, brushing hair off your face.

you blurt out in the heat of the moment “i think im gonna marry you”

his eyes widen for a second — surprise flickering across his face — and then he lets out the softest laugh, a breath full of affection as he presses a kiss to your nose.

“yeah?” he murmurs, nose still against yours. “then i guess i better keep making my wifey feel good huh?”

you smile into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck when he kisses you again.

[l-u-xwrites]

"Say My Name"

Hi guys!!! Okay!!!!!! I have been sitting on this story for a good minute, tweaking it here and there until I drove myself crazy! Debating for so long if i wanted to get into writing and actually posting it. I've been sitting on so may stories and ideas that I am excited to share with you all soon. I was SCARED lol ! Go easy on me pleaseeee.. I also will gratefully welcome any criticism and comments. Cheers to my first fic of many!

Lastly, I am open to taking requests! Okay, enjoy! :)

Pairing: Terry Richmond(Rebel Ridge) x Black Female Reader

Summary: A playful bet sparks between Terry and Reader : whose name will the baby say first—"mama" or "dada"? The wager? One night of anything the winner wants.

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Sexual Content / Light Smut, Minors DNI, Teasing and Suggestive Language, Playful Flirtation

Word Count: 2,500+

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There was something so peaceful about Saturday mornings in the Richmond house.

The scent of cinnamon waffles wafted through the air, soft 90s R&B hummed from the Bluetooth speaker, and the sunlight spilled gently across the kitchen floor where Terry stood in gray sweatpants, barefoot, flipping waffles.

You were curled on the couch, your bonnet still on, wrapped in his old hoodie with a sleepy-eyed baby girl perched on your lap. The baby—your baby—had Terry’s bright, feline-like eyes and your wide smile. She giggled, a high-pitched sound that always made your heart skip.

“She’s definitely saying ‘mama’ first,” you declared lazily, bouncing her on your knee. Terry peeked over his shoulder, eyebrow arched. “You wish.”

“I know,” you grinned, brushing a curl off your daughter’s forehead. “I carried her for nine months. We bonded." Gently squeezing her chubby cheeks and kissing her nose. "She knows who gave up wine and sushi for her.”

He turned fully around now, pointing the spatula in your direction. “Okay, first of all, she spent nine months kicking you. That’s not bonding, that’s training.”

You laughed. “Training for what, your side of this argument?”

“She’s a daddy’s girl. Watch.” He strolled over, crouched down to your daughter’s level. “Princess. Say ‘dada.’ Come on, sweetheart. Daaaaa-da.”

She blinked and blew a spit bubble.

Laughter echoing through the room as she clapped her hands, proud of herself for being cute. “She’s trolling you already,” you said smugly, standing to carry her over to her high chair.

Terry took her from you, brushing a kiss on your neck in the process, his lips lingering a second longer than necessary. “Mmhmm,” you hummed, raising an eyebrow. “You trying to distract me?”

He smirked, placing the baby in her chair. “I don’t need to distract you. I just need to make a bet.”

You turned, arms crossed. “Oh?”

“If she says ‘dada’ first…” He stepped closer, his voice dropping a notch. “I get one night of whatever I want.” You tried to play it cool, but the warmth that bloomed at your cheeks and down your chest betrayed you. “Whatever you want?”

He nodded, voice playful but husky. “No rules. No time limit. Whatever I want."

You tried to stay composed, but a grin cracked your lips. “Fine. But when she says ‘mama’ first? You do that thing I like.”

“The thing with the—”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh shit, bet.”

“Deal?” he asked.

“Deal,” you said, sealing it with a kiss that started off innocent but lingered with just enough heat to make you pull away before breakfast got too cold.

********************************************Day One of the Bet

You both tried everything.

During tummy time, you whispered “mama” like it was a secret spell. Terry? He sang “dada” like it was a nursery rhyme hook.

At bath time, you cooed “mama” while wrapping her in a towel like a burrito. Terry read her bedtime stories replacing every third word with “dada.” You caught him showing her flashcards.

FLASHCARDS.

Day Four of the Bet

Terry woke up to the sound of your voice.

“Mama. Can you say ‘mama’? Say ‘mama’ for mommy.”

He cracked one eye open and caught you sitting on the edge of the bed, the baby in your lap, both of you bathed in soft morning light. “Cheating,” he grumbled, voice gravelly with sleep. “This is cheating.”

“She wakes up when I wake up. Not my fault.” You turned to look at him. He rolled onto his side and pulled you both into his arms, smothering you with sleepy kisses. “Mmm. You’re lucky you’re fine.”

“I know,” you said, pressing one back onto his jawline.

She squealed. You paused.

“She’s gonna say it,” you whispered, holding your breath.

She burped. Terry cackled.

Day Seven of the Bet

You both stood at the sink, washing bottles side by side like some domestic sitcom couple. You were in a oversized t-shirt turned "nightgown" and Terry had been eyeing you all morning—especially after you bent down to grab the bottle scrubber and he caught a glimpse of your panties underneath.

“You wear that on purpose?” he asked lowly, rinsing a nipple of the bottle way too slowly. “Wear what?” you said innocently, leaning forward just enough to tease him.

“Oh, you dirty for that.” Terry sending a gentle slap to your ass. You smiled sweetly. “Motivation for winning. I like to keep the prize warm.” you winked.

“Mmm,” he murmured, stepping behind you and letting his hands slide around your waist. “Well now I have to win.”

Leaning back into his chest. “You always say that.”

Terry lowered his lips to your neck. “And I always do.”

You were about to retort when you heard a noise from the baby monitor.

A gurgle. A babble. And then...

“Da-da.”

You froze.

Terry blinked. “Wait—did she just—?”

You both sprinted to the nursery like it was an Olympic event. She sat in her crib, giggling. “Say it again, baby girl,” he begged, breathless. “Say ‘dada.’”

She clapped. You tried not to look completely crushed. He picked her up, spinning her gently in his arms, and she laughed like it was the best day of her life.

“Say ‘mama,’” you said hopefully.

“Daaa-da!” she squealed. Terry’s eyes met yours, triumphant.

Walking toward you, baby on one hip. “I believe you owe me one night. Of whatever I want.”

********************************************That Night

You had just put the baby to sleep when you walked into the bedroom and found Terry already there, lights dimmed and shirtless.

He smiled slow, the kind of smile that made your stomach flutter. “You ready to pay up?”

You slipped your robe off slowly, wearing nothing underneath. “I’m a woman of my word.”

He sat up, eyes running down your body with open appreciation. “Good. 'Cause I’ve been thinking about this shit all week.” You climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. “One night of anything, huh?” He leaned in. “Anything.” gently moving your hair out of your face.

“I’m a little scared,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You should be,” he whispered, before capturing your mouth in a kiss.

It was the kind of kiss only a man who knew exactly how to love his wife gave. He kissed you like it was date night, prom night and honeymoon night all rolled into one. Like it was the last kiss he would ever give you. Something to remember.

Your body against his bare chest. His hands found your hips like they were made to live there, thumbs brushing over soft skin as you leaned in close.

He kissed you deep, with heat and hunger that had been simmering since Tuesday. His mouth moved down your neck, slow and purposeful, like he had nowhere else to be, warm breath ghosting over your skin.

Leaning you both back a little. “You know what I want?” he said against your collarbone.

“What?” smiling, curious of what he was about to say.

“I want you exactly like this—on top. Slow. Eyes on me. Not saying a damn thing but my name.” "Show me how much of a winner I am."

You swallowed hard, your thighs already tightening around him. “Whatever you want... daddy,” you whispered, and then you kissed him like you meant it—deep and dirty and full of the promise to make good on everything he’d asked for.

Somewhere between his mouth on your chest and your hand trailing down between you both, you forgot who technically won the bet.

Because tonight, it felt like you both did.

Later, breathless and tangled up in sheets, he whispered, “Next baby’s saying ‘dada’ too.” You laughed against his chest. “Oh, is that part of your evil plan?”

“Mmhmm. Two for two.”

“Well,” you sighed, pretending to consider, “I could be convinced to give you a rematch…”

He grinned. And you knew the bet wasn’t really about winning. It was about laughing in the kitchen. Sneaking kisses over bottle warmers. Being a team, even when competing.

And loving each other, deeply, wildly, every single day. But still…

Next round?

You were definitely winning.

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I feel like I could make a bonus to this as like a "Morning After" kind of thing.. Let me know!

L-U-X <3

[skinstickets]

mg coin smut vyx.

- EYE CANDY -

myung-gi/mg coin x f!reader

TW - pnv sex, smut, gore themes, mg coin mybe pic, oral(m!receiving), season 3 spoilers, team thanos mentions, groping, thanos lives cuz i cannot withstand his death, dacryphilia, (maybe dubcon at the start? everything is consensual tho..) , squirting.

if you are uncomfortable with certain aspects please do not read. my content is only for adults.

Red.

That’s all that tinted the surrounding players, players who you had to suffer with during the games you had to withstand.

After the recent game, mingle, you were on edge. Everyone seemed eerie as that bathroom fight caused a mass discourse. That team “thanos” was on edge, bloodied as 333 almost killed 230 with that fork. The X and O players kept arguing and you heard from the past “winner,” 456, that the O players were gonna attack the X players.

Well, it turned out to be true. A massive brawl went out and you barely survived. Blood covered your face from almost getting killed with a metal pole. A scar formed. Then a rebellion was started and it turned out the majority of the rebels died.

Now, it was the fourth game, hide and seek. Unfortunately you were a hider, it didn’t matter anyway. A seekers knife blade broke off so you took that as a weapon. You almost survived as you got a square key and a circle key. You just needed the triangle as you already know where the exit was located.

Until, you came into contact with 333. Myung-gi.

You were rushing down the corridor of the starry maze, the stars taunting you as you ran through the maze. Your feet felt like they were on fire as he ran towards you with a knife so bloody it seemed like the original color was red. You quickly unlocked a door and reached for the fallen blade that was in your pocket. As he opened the door, you held the blade up.

“Leave,.” You said shakily. Your heart thumped like it was gonna launch out. You sweated. You felt fear.

“I won’t kill you.” He said. He put the knife down and put his hands up. That made your guard a little less softer. The blade was put back into your pocket and you checked him out.

“What do you want?” You questioned. Noticing small details on his clothes, the blood stained track pants and cut sleeves that seemed to have been worn for years, but only a few days.

“Team up with me, I’ll protect you. I saw you in the mingle game. You are smart and resilient, no? You also are strategic, taking the fallen blade was a smart move.” He pointed to your pocket. He crossed his arms and checked you out shamelessly as well. His eyes stopped at your chest. Then he spoke up again.

“I’ll make it worth your while if you make an alliance with me.”

That’s what made you get into this situation.

You both were hidden behind the door as he fucked your mouth brutally. Your hair was being tugged and pulled to the sides as he used you like a fleshlight. Your vision became blurry as your eyes were glassy.

He groaned as feeling the pleasure from your mouth, your cheeks hollowed as he began to thrust the entire length and forcefully made you deepthroat him. His eyes shifted towards the timer,

8:48

Time was running out, he looked over to you and released your mouth with a wet pop!

“We don’t have much time, fuck.” He whispered under his breath and began to fiddle with your sweatpants drawstrings. You helped him remove your pants and god, were you a sight.

Your panty-clad cunt was completely soaked through, a darker shade than the normal color. He ripped off your panties and slowly entered your wet heat, teasing you as you felt everything.

Once he was fully in, he began to slowly thrust. His pace began to increase and accelerate as you felt the speed.

You began to cry, whimper, moan, or any sound you could make as he began to grope your chest. One hand was on your pelvis, as the other groped to anything he could.

Then slowly, you felt contractions in your uterus. A knot formed, and you felt the urge to release. Then, he hit your cervix and your vision blurred.

Your release came out in a thick gush of clear liquid, painting his lower abdomen and pelvis, and of course, his own member. He pulled out just in time and came all over your stomach.

He helped you get up and exited the door, walking around he saw those two lunatics, Thanos and Nam-Gyu jumping around and being giddy. Then he directed you towards an exit.

this is so bad but it’s ok guys.. it’s my first fic.. I’ll improve.. (I won’t 🫩🫱🏼)

ok bi guys my requests are still open I write for team thanos, mg coin, hyunju, T.O.P, junhee and other roh jaewon characters (like kim seowan and ha sangmin😂✌🏼) and some other fandoms but shh..