#HUFF there are so many good ones I can't thank y'all enough

[redthemarten]

Hello! I saw your post about costume ideas to draw and I have an idea! Earlier today I was thinking about how people compare the character designs of Wriothesley and Gallagher and Neuvillette and Mr. Sunday. So I was wondering if you’d like to draw wriolette in galladay’s outfits 🩷 or you could just draw wriolette as vampires lol. Hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you! I don't even play HSR, but I have also seen people compare them (I know a lot of ships from the fanart, haha).

This time, the Duke actually looks kind of pleased. He gives you some Credit Coupons, then rushes you out of the room.

[decaffedthoughts]

Kinktober Fic 8

Kinks: mirror sex and breeding kink

Other content: dom minho, sub reader, reader calls minho master, afab reader with no other explicitly gendered language, minho calls reader kitty and kitten

Word count: 1960

a/n: wowie, it's here. Thanks for your patience everyone, as a lil treat you can see I broke my 1k rule. Edit: I didn't post this last week???? My bad y'all, that's wild

It's hard when Minho goes on tour, but you also love watching all the videos of him as people post them online. It's a little less hard and a little more funny when people put captions like "my husband" or "wow my boyfriend did so good tonight" underneath when you know he calls you almost every night. Well, he does when it's night for him after the show. Sometimes it's before or after work, and the occasional lunch break, for you.

Now, it's almost over, just one more day before he'll come walking in your front door and be laying in this bed with you again. It's hard falling asleep without him, but you sleep alright when you do, and even better on weekends like this when you can sleep in and not worry about any alarm or responsibilities. Apparently, you slept so well this time that you missed someone climbing into bed with you. You assume the warmth is one of the cats, you swear they can open doors even if Minho promises they can't, but you proceed to hear a very human noise.

It takes a moment to process, and then when you do your eyes fly open to see Minho already awake and looking at you. Why he's awake when he definitely fell asleep later than you is a question for another time. For now you throw yourself towards him, and he giggles before holding you close.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much. You should have-" You start, muffled in his shoulder.

"I should not have woken you up, I bet you've already been having trouble sleeping as it is."

Caught and called out, you just huff and wiggle closer to him.

"Fuck you, meanie."

"Meanies don't usually fuck you, darling. I have lots of other options."

You blush a little and smack his other shoulder with one hand, secretly delighting in the cackles Minho lets out in response. You can't deny that you haven't missed him like that though, and Minho often gets too hot under the blankets so he wears some light and small clothes, easy access for you.

"Mm, but you're gonna be nice and fuck me today right? Waited so long for you."

Minho sighs and shakes his head at you.

"Wasn't I on the phone helping you two days ago?"

You hum, fake forgetting about that particular moment, like it hasn't played on repeat in your mind since it happened. Minho leans in close to kiss you anyways, and it feels more like home than you've felt the whole time you've been here alone.

One hand holds you by the back of your neck, and the other goes down your body and past your underwear, making you gasp at the forwardness. No time to waste this morning. You retaliate by pulling down his flimsy underwear, slowly stroking and feeling his dick harden in your grasp. You separate your mouths with a little wet noise and giggle as Minho tries to follow.

"Please, Minnie. Just wanna be yours."

Minho tongue licks his lower lip, staring at you, like he's confirming in his mind what you want.

"Gonna let me fill up and mark that pretty pussy?" He asks, like he doesn't already know.

You nod, and Minho seems to have an idea at the same time. You watch, a little confused as he gets up, but see quickly what he's doing when he pushes your floor length mirror to the side of the bed. Sitting up, you direct him so you can both get a good angle when you look. It's close enough and perfectly set so you'll both get good angles of yourself and each other, which makes you wonder just a little if Minho practiced this or if he's just naturally good at it, as he is many other things.

"Out of your clothes, kitty. Lemme see you." Minho orders, still softly.

You don't hesitate to obey, not having the patience for any playing around today, even if it sounds a little fun. Minho stares at you the whole time, standing slightly behind the mirror, waiting. It's fun, knowing that Minho is watching you undress. It may not be the most sexy or appealing action you've ever taken, but you know he's watching and waiting to pounce anyways. It's when you've bent over to take off your sweatpants, his that you actually stole, that Minho does something unexpected and lets you know of his own impatience.

You don't hear him, but he steps forward and presses his cock between your legs, letting you feel how hard he is already. You gasp, but let him do it. After a little while, you test the limits and grind your hips back a little into his. When he says nothing and only groans a little in pleasure, you continue.

This isn't what you were expecting, but damn is it hot anyways. What is for sure, is that you have ruined both of your pairs of underwear with how soaked you are. Tragically, Minho seems to have the mental clarity to pull away eventually, and only then do you realize how close you were and how much your legs have begun to shake. You still whine, not wanting the pleasure to stop, even if it was not the most comfortable position by far.

"No. Come sit in front of the mirror kitty, I need to see your face when you cum." Minho says, sitting and spreading his legs to create the perfect space for you.

You don't wait to go to him, though you stumble a little because your legs aren't ready to support movement. It doesn't matter in the end, because you probably won't need them for the rest of the night.

You sit and sigh in relief when you can feel Minho's cock pressing against you again, just wanting him so damn bad. Minho frowns and wiggles a little under you, not satisfied with something yet.

"Actually, hands and knees, face the mirror."

It's another bit that betrays his restlessness. Normally, he would have made you cum another way first, but if it's like this then he's almost guaranteed to be fucking you, and good. He takes off your underwear first, humming when he sees how wet you are. It seems he can't resist either way, and takes two fingers, rubbing up and down and coating his fingers with it. You try not to move, to let him have his way as you know he likes to do but it's fucking difficult.

Minho knows this, and doesn't spend long there. Instead, you soon get a replica of your earlier moment, but better. His cock rubbing between your legs, but so much more sensitive and wet with no layers between you.

Once again, Minho gets the awareness to stop and continue, while you sit there still whining for it, even if you know what comes next will be better. You turn to pout at him, but Minho just clicks his tongue and you settle down a little, not wanting to truly test his patience tonight.

You let out a satisfied hum as you feel his cock sink into you. Despite craving this the whole time Minho has been away, you forgot how good it really felt for him to fill you up like this.

"Fuck, such a perfect pussy for me kitten." Minho groans.

Your heart flutters at the praise, as dirty as it is. You like pleasing him.

"Please, master. Please fuck me, I need it." You beg, unprompted and trying to pretend blatantly showing how needy you are doesn't affect you.

"You need it?" Minho prompts, and chuckles when you simply agree. "Watch yourself take it in the mirror then."

You gasp quietly, having forgotten the mirror was there. Both of you look half a mess in the mirror already, which is a little embarrassing in just how frantic you were. Still, you watch your mouth fall open in the mirror and your eyes half-lid as Minho finally starts pounding into you, just like you asked for.

It's wet and it's loud and it's hot, and you vaguely wonder if anyone around can hear you considering this apartment isn't exactly soundproof. Quickly, that becomes much less of a concern as your brain becomes less able to hold onto thoughts other than those related to your pleasure.

"Ooooh yes, yes, yes." You chant, letting your support off one arm to use two fingers to rub your clit. "Mmph!"

You squeal and you can see Minho's grin as he hits just the right spot. Slowly, slowly, you both get just a little louder and you listen as close as you can to hear every sound Minho lets out.

"You feel so good baby. Such a slut, you must have kept this hole ready for when I came back."

He's not technically wrong, over the last few months you spent many a night laid out on this bed fucking yourself and desperately wishing and imagining it was him. Clearly nothing can compare if he's already made you feel this good, but damn you tried anyways. It helped when he had time and you could listen to him talk you through it.

"I know you did, you called me so many times. Begging me to come back and fill you up. Now I'm here, now I can breed this pussy the way you wanted so badly."

"Oh yes, master please. Want you to breed me, fill me up." You whine, beginning to throw your hips back to meet him, not able to stop yourself any longer.

Minho lets it stand, knowing you're half out of your mind by now, a skill he takes great pride in.

"Good kitty, gonna stuff this pretty cunt."

You're being much louder than you really should be at this time of day on a weekend, but there is nothing in your mind beyond the feeling of Minho's dick and wanting both of you to cum. Thankfully, you both seem to be building very quickly to that point. Minho's grip on you is getting tighter and the slap against your ass has gotten much harder, not that you'll be complaining.

"Please master, cum inside. Want it so bad." You plead, feeling how close you are, and wanting to feel him close after this long.

"Good baby, gonna make you so full."

The last words he gets out before he cums and, the dutiful man he is, keeps fucking you through it even as you know he gets more and more oversensitive. It works, because with just a few more high moans you cum. You keep frantically rubbing your clit, and basely trying to fuck yourself on his cock, like you're trying to take it deeper. Your remaining arm collapses under you, and you find your face pressed into the sheets. When you open your eyes, you look so debauched and borderline scandalous.

You're mildly sweating and flushed down to your chest. Your chest is heaving as you desperately try to get more air in, yet your mouth hangs open as all you can is moan as you cum. Minho shudders as your orgasm ends, yet you squeeze around him a few more times.

He pulls out slowly, making both of you hiss with the overstimulation, slight as it is.

With a short "can I?" Minho pulls out his phone and watches as you clench down and his white, sticky cum starts coming out, filling you as it is.

He puts his phone away and looks at the mess between your legs that he made, grinning.

"Oh no, it all came out. Guess I'll have to try again." He says, not even trying to sound like he feels bad about it.

[dumbasslesbi2]

Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 4 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary:

It's been about four months since Rio and Agatha started their relationship and both of them want to move in with one another. However, neither of them know how to bring up the topic

Notes:

Hey everyone! I got a fluff chapter for y'all cause lowkey too many of these chapters have had smut in them so here's some good ol' wholesome fluff lol

“Do you want another round my love?” Rio asked, getting up and taking the two empty beer bottles in front of them. They had been together for four months now and they decided to go out with the lesbian book club to a gay bar. “Yes please, thank you baby” Agatha said, reaching up to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. “Wow,my love? You two are getting serious” Jen said as Rio was walking away. “What can I say, can't help the lesbian urges” Agath said, giggling. “So when are you two gonna actually lesbian it and get a U-Haul?” Alice asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Hopefully soon, it doesn't make sense anymore now that Rio is practically at my house almost everyday, I even quit my job to help her out with the bookstore” Agatha said with a huff. “No wonder I never see you home anymore before three, hopefully she's not working you too hard” Jen said while picking up her own drink. “Actually it's the opposite, I feel Rio doesn't let me do enough but I get it. It's her store after all” Agatha said, playing with her hair. “ Here you go baby,” Rio said, setting down a beer in front of Agatha. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said in return, caressing Rio's hand. “So do you guys think Lilia is actually gonna come or?” Alice said, looking around for their friend. “She said she was bringing the teen so you know how long it takes for him to get ready” Jen said with a huff. “Teen?” Agatha questioned, taking  a sip of her beer. “Lilia’s nephew, William. He likes hanging out with us plus I think of him almost like a gay adopted son to our lesbian coven” Rio told her with a giggle. “We’re here! Sorry someone here took forever” Lilia said, taking a seat at the table where all the ladies were. “Finally, I’m assuming the teen was taking his sweet time,” Jen said, looking next to Lilia to see him taking a seat as well. “No, Eddie kept texting me and distracting me” he said, checking his phone to see if his boyfriend was still sending him texts. “Oh also, this is Agatha, she’s not that new to the group but you’ve been too busy with school to visit your lesbians moms” Alice pointed out, laughing as Jen nudged her to behave. “Oh hi! I’m William!” the teen exclaimed, putting out his hand to shake. “Oh god you really are gay” Agatha said as she shook his hand. The entire group laughed as William was shocked by Agatha’s joke. 

It was after a good while that the group called it and all went their own ways. Rio and Agatha carpooled with Alice and Jen so that way they didn’t have to take so many cars. “So, it seems like you and William got along,” Jen said, looking back at Agatha. “He’s a good kid, good to see he has a lot of female role models in his life” Agatha replied, still a little tipsy from all the beers she drank. Rio couldn’t help but laugh at Agatha’s state as she rolled down the window to smoke a cigarette. Agatha rolled down her own window and nudged Rio to let her smoke a bit. “So any other plans for you two for the rest of the weekend?” Alice asked, changing the song on the radio. “Walk Nicholas in the park, I was thinking of letting him stay in the store for a bit. I know how much he loves running around and looking through the bookshelves” Rio said, looking over at Agatha, looking for her approval. “Mmm that sounds good, just make sure to keep an eye on him, he’s been into trying to climb things lately” Agatha said with a groan. “Oh god he’s a climber?” Jen exclaimed. “Yup, he tried to get on top of the tv the other day” Agatha said, pinching the bridge of her nose thinking about it. “My dad always said boys are either climbers, runners or diggers,” Rio said, looking over to Agatha and rubbing her back. “I guess it’s not that bad then, at least he isn’t a runner” Agatha told her giggling. As Jen parked the car they all bid their goodbyes, leaving Agatha and Rio to go back to their house. Well technically just Agatha’s house, for now. As Rio opened the door she greeted the babysitter and paid her since Agatha was still a bit too tipsy to argue with her. Rio helped Nicholas to bed, leaving Agatha to lie down on the couch for a minute. As Rio returned she sat next to Agatha, laying her head on her shoulder and playing with her fingers. “Rio?” Agatha asked, turning her head to look at her. “Yes my love?” Rio replied, looking up to meet her eyes. “Move in with us” Agatha said, staring into her eyes. “Sure,” Rio told her with a giggle. “I’m serious, you basically live here. Let’s just uhaul already” Agatha said to her with a pout. “I know you are, I’m just giggling because Jen and Alice have been pushing me to ask you” Rio told her, kissing away her pout. “They were pushing me to ask you too today,” Agatha said, kissing Rio’s head. “You sure you don’t want to run it by Nicky first though?” Rio asked, brushing away Agatha’s hair from her face. “Nah, he likes you too much, if anything he’s sad everytime you leave. Oh wait! Actually, there’s something I wanted to show you” Agatha said, getting up and going to the kitchen.

When Agatha came back, she had a  piece of paper and showed it to Rio. At first she was confused by it but then looked at it to see it was a drawing. It was a drawing of her, Agatha and Nicholas all together holding hands. However, when Rio saw what was written above them, tears came instantly to her eyes. Above the two of them he wrote “mommies”, which just made Rio emotional. She was never really one to think about having a family but with Agatha it all came so easily. “Aw baby, this is adorable” Rio told Agatha, giving Agatha a bear hug. “There’s no way Nicholas wouldn’t want you living here with us” Agatha told her, cradling her head. 

It took a full day but they were able to move all of Rio’s belongings over to Agatha’s. She even gave Rio her office since there was no point of having it anymore now that she was working at the bookstore. Rio made it her writing and indoor plants space, she always loved having a witchy vibe when it came to her spaces. “God you’re such a good decorator my love” Agatha said, breath taken from how beautiful the office had become. “What can I say, it’s a passion of mine” Rio said giggling, kissing Agatha on the cheek. “Mommy why boxes?” Nicholas asked, running into the room. “Well baby, Rio is going to be living with us from now on. She won’t have to leave as often” Agatha told him while picking him up. “Mama staying with us? YAY!!!” He screamed a bit too close to Agatha’s ear as she moved him slightly away from her body. Rio came closer and grabbed the boy from her. “Mhmm, I get to stay here with you and your mommy, are you ok with that Nicky?” She questioned, making sure the boy was stable in her arms. Nicholas didn’t say anything but nodded his head and put his arms around Rio’s neck, hugging her closely. Agatha couldn’t help herself and snuck a picture since she knew how much Rio hated taking pictures. “Hey Nicky, how do you feel about getting ready for bed” Agatha said, caressing her son’s back. “Can I sleep with you and mama tonight?” he asked, looking up at Agatha. “Sure buddy, whatever you want” Rio told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” Agatha whispered. As Agatha got Nicholas tucked in she went into the bathroom where Rio was getting ready for bed herself. “Thank you for everything Rio, I love you” Agatha told her, coming from behind and hugging her. “Of course baby, I love you too” Rio told her after spitting out her toothpaste into the sink. “Now com’on, I’m tired from packing and unpacking all day” Rio said while turning and giving Agatha a quick kiss. The both of them got in bed, hugging Nicholas who was already asleep between the two of them. They drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of them finally becoming a family. Rio hadn’t written in a while but now she dreamt of ideas for her next book of fiction. A witch who falls in love with death despite all odds. A world in which A covenless witch and lady death herself form a coven but most important of all, a family. 

[prismatica-the-strange]

The End of the World as We Know It | So if I Fly too High and My Wings Start Melting

Warnings: 18+, period stuff, blood, show typical violence

Pre-relationship Daryl x Loveday, but post I Feel Fine

I just know that if you send this man out for a tampon run, he's bringing back whatever comfort food he can find on top of it

Icarus by Ben Thornewill | Banner By @saradika-graphics | Dividers by @firefly-graphics

"You alright?"

Loveday jumps at the sound of Daryl's gruff voice and looks over at him, forehead still pressed to the cool cement wall of her cell.

"'M fine," She huffs, hand pressing hard against her lower abdomen, "D'ya need somethin'?"

"Was gonna see if you wanted to go on a run, but I ain't takin' ya if yer sick."

"You're goin' out?" She asks hopefully.

"Plannin' to," He readjusts the strap of his crossbow, "Why?"

"Think you could grab me some stuff?" She carefully moves to sit on the bed.

"Depends."

She finds a scrap of paper and scribbles down a small list.

"Yer sendin' me on a tampon run?" He asks, taking the paper.

"That a problem?"

He shakes his head, brow furrowing as he reads over the list, "But I ain't pickin' you dandelions, the hell you got that on here for?"

"Dandelion tea helps with cramps," She explains, "Since we have limited meds I thought it'd be a good alternative. If you can't find a box and don't wanna do it, it's fine-"

"Nah, I can get it," He shakes his head again, "You need like'a handful or a bag of 'em?"

"However many you grab should be fine."

He nods and turns to leave, stopping when she says his name.

"Thanks."

He nods again and heads off to go meet Zach by the gate.

She makes her way out to the courtyard where Carol is helping make lunch for some of the younger kids.

"You got a pan I could use?" She asks, "All the ones in commissary are gross."

"Yeah, there's one hanging there," Carol points to one of the posts, "What'cha need it for?"

She sets the pan on the hot grill and dumps the contents of her medium drawstring bag in it, "Cherry pits."

"Cherry- what?"

"Yeah, you heat 'em up, pour 'em in into a bag or fold 'em in a towel and bam, heating pad," She looks over at her confusion, "Period cramps."

"Ah!" She nods, turning back to the task at hand, "You need any... hygiene products? I can ask around."

"Nah, Daryl's gonna try and grab me some tampons while they're out. I got enough to tide me over."

"Oh! So that's what happened," Carol laughs.

"Hm?"

"He came out here actin' like he was going out on some life or death mission, but when I asked what was so important he went all red in the face 'n told me it wasn't any of my business."

"It's just tampons," Loveday snickers, "I don't get what the big deal is."

"The big deal is that you asked him to get them," She bumps their hips, "I dunno what you did, but you've got him wrapped around your little finger."

"Daryl barely tolerates me," She scoffs, pouring the hot pits back in her bag and pulling it shut, "It's just these southern boys get all flustered whenever the topic of periods comes up."

She gathers her bag and step around the counter, leaning over it with a smile, "Y'all need some better sex-ed classes."

Carol chuckles to herself as she watches her walk away, knowing damn well Daryl more than tolerates her.

"What are you looking for?" Maggie asks, watching Daryl dig through another bathroom cabinet.

"She wants a certain kind," He mumbles, waving her away.

"Maybe I can help?"

He scowls at her, but hands her the list.

"This is Loveday's handwriting," She says teasingly, "You runnin' errands for her now?"

"Shut it," He snatches the paper back and shoves it in his pocket.

"Well there's not much of a selection," She grabs the box of store brand pads and shoves it in her bag, "No room to be picky."

He knows she's right, but he's gonna check the next house anyway.

After scouring the downstairs bathroom of the house next door he finds himself looking upstairs and comes across the room of some teenage girl. The bedspread is purple and frilly and boy band posters are pinned all over the bubblegum pink walls.

He rummaged through the backpack hanging on the desk chair, tossing the loose tampons he finds in his own bag.

He picks up a stuffed bear off the bed and scoffs to himself as he drops it.

Then he notices there's two closets. The doors of one are folded open, but the other has a normal door.

He carefully opens it and steps into another bathroom.

He cracks open the cabinet beneath the sink and a smile spreads across his face, "Jackpot."

He grabs the two boxes and puts them in his pack, one thing down.

He walks back into the bedroom and he does one last sweep, eyes landing on a moose plush on one of the shelves.

Loveday doesn't exactly strike him as a stuffed animal kind of girl, but there's something so her about it as he turns it over in his hand he can't help but take it.

Looking through the rest of the house, he stumbles upon a large, dark green, pullover hoodie that he absent-mindedly puts in his bag too.

"What is Dixon doing?" Zach asks as they load up the car, the small cul-de-sac raided of everything useful.

The group pauses to see Daryl ripping up handfuls of Dandelion from the side yard of one of the houses and shoving them in a paper bag.

"The hell you all gawkin' at?" He snaps when he sees them watching, "I get what'm told'ta!"

"Who told you to get flowers?"

"None'a yer damn business!"

He zips the bag in his backpack and the head back for the prison.

"Hey."

She looks up to see him leaning in the doorway of her cell, back pack hanging off his shoulder. She smiles at the sight, "Hey."

"Got yer stuff," He says, flustered by her smile. In avoiding her eyes he sees bloody water in the sink, "You alright?"

"Huh?" She follows his gaze, "Oh! Yeah! Just bled through my pad."

She scratches the back of her neck awkwardly, "First couple days are always the worst."

"Well, maybe these'll help," He tosses her one box, then the other and her smile comes back with a vengeance.

"You actually found them?"

"Found'a couple more things too," He feels his cheeks warm under her expectant look.

He hands her the bag of dandelions and a small box of baking chocolate he found.

"I know it ain't sweet but I thought maybe you'd want it," Then he pulls the hoodie out, "Found this, too."

He refuses to meet her eyes as he gives it to her and she starts to think maybe Carol was right, "'N this..."

Her heart flutters when he holds out the stuffed moose and he hears her stand before she takes it from him.

"I had one like this when I was little," She says softly, and he looks at her, stomach twisting at the look on her face as she hugs it to her chest. He tenses when she reaches up with one arm to pull him into a hug, kissing his cheek as she pulls away, "I appreciate it, Daryl, really."

"Mhm," He nods turns to go, stopping for a moment before walking away, "You need anything else, just ask."

It starts raining out of no where the next day and a chill settles in the prison.

She's never been more grateful for a hoodie than then. That's how she finds herself leaning in the frame of the doors, watching Daryl and some of the others under the pavilion through the downpour.

She tugs at the big sleeves, imagination running wild with ideas of curling up in his lap while he laughs with his friends. She scoffs at the thought.

She always gets affectionate around her period, but after being stuck on a bus with a couple for a year, and not knowing anyone here well enough, she hasn't exactly gotten a chance to act on it.

But Daryl, he's... hot. The arms, the hair, the voice, she's not above admitting she finds him attractive, and he seems to have a thing for her too.

She wonders if he'd indulge her if she asked.

She pulled from her thoughts when she hears him whistle and she looks over to see him trying to get her attention.

She gives them a small wave, smiling shyly.

He motions her over, but she shakes her head, and shoves her hands in her pocket, looking up at the grey sky.

She steps back in further when he comes jogging over, ducking in the doorway.

"You alright? You need somethin'?" Water runs down his face, dripping from his hair, "Saw you starin'."

"Yeah just..." She glances down at his lips for a moment, "Listening to the rain."

She's practically drowning in her sweatshirt and the sleeves completely cover her hands when she wipes a raindrop from her cheek.

"Looks good on you," He says after a moment, and the way she smiles makes heat flood his cheeks. He clears his throat, but before he can say anything he feels her sweater covered hands take his face and pull him down against her lips.

He doesn't exactly kiss back, but he doesn't pull away either, still in shock when she breaks the away.

"Sorry," She says softly, biting her bottom lip.

"No its..." He clears his throat again and stands straight, "It's fine."

"So if I tried to do that again?" She grins, trying to hide her rising anxiety with humor, but he just looks at her and brushes her bangs out of her face. She gasps when he tugs her back against him into a rough kiss.

He pulls away suddenly, leaving her dazed.

"I wouldn't stop ya."

He walks back out into the rain to rejoin the group, leaving her wide-eyed and breathless.

[cowboy-turtle]

High Hopes

Part 5 of the La Parca series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Words: 8.1k (I know...)

Tags: Smut: fingering, thigh-riding, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, squirting, multiple orgasms/overstimulation; drinking; recreational drug use; slight residual angst

A/N: Besties...do you ever map out a series and get to a part where you're like "hoo, boy, this is gonna be THE chapter"? Well, this is that chapter for La Parca...and it might just be the horniest thing I've ever written 👀Massive love to @r0-laren for beta-reading this part, I hope y'all enjoy and I can't wait to hear your thoughts! 💛

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Javier’s hands slip off the woman’s waist as you stare at one another. The woman tilts her head up, whispering something in his ear and giving him a quick peck he is barely aware of to return fast enough. She breezes back through her door, glancing at you standing stupefied down the hall before the lock clicks shut behind her. It’s so quiet you think you can hear his breath in the short distance between you.

“Good morning.” You wince at the crack in your voice, any attempt at indifference out the window.

He begins to say your name but you interrupt him with a shake of your head. You watch one another, waiting for the next move. You finally break, forcing the words out of a dry mouth.

“You lied to me?”

His lips form a hard line, eyebrows drawing downwards. “I didn’t.”

It’s your turn to let the silence draw out between you as he studies you, before he huffs out a breath. “I said I wasn’t going to brothels...not…”

He shakes his head, looking away then. The rest of the sentence materializes in your mind, and you can only imagine how many other times he’s utilized this loophole. You want to crumble right then and there, the only evidence left of you would be a messy pile of humiliation Carmen will have to come and sweep up off the floor.

“You didn’t want me at brothels to keep them safe, right?” Javier’s question cuts through the fog of your disbelief, forcing you back into the uncomfortable predicament at present.

When you don’t answer his jaw tenses, working against itself like he’s trying to work through an equation in his head.

“That was the only reason, wasn’t it?” he tries again, looking at you. “Because we’re not…” he gestures between the two of you and suddenly, the idea of crawling into a dark corner and disappearing forever has never sounded better.

You’ve read the situation completely wrong. That much is obvious now, with the way he waits for your response, endless eyes boring holes into yours. You want to ignore the flames of mortification that are crawling up your neck and licking across your cheeks, pushing them away as they berate you for how incredibly stupid you are. Never mind the fact that he had made it a habit to never sleep over at your place either, and here he was offering it freely to someone else.

He says your name again, softly, and your feet are pressing forward before you can talk yourself out of it. You slide his leather jacket off your shoulders, the fabric rubbing irritably against your flushed skin now, and shove it into his chest. He grabs it quickly, holding it against him while he takes a step back from your impact.

“You forgot your jacket,” is all you can get out before you shoulder past him, hurrying towards Carmen’s door. You pound your fist against it as you try the doorknob and thank all that is holy it’s unlocked. You can sense him approaching rapidly behind you but don’t want to turn around.

You slide quickly past the small opening of the door and slam it shut behind you, turning both locks and the door chain like they’re going to create even more distance between you.

Good, the foul pit in your chest snarls, hopefully that’ll be the last you ever see of him. But still your forehead rests against the wooden frame, waiting for a knock that doesn’t come. Instead you hear cautious footsteps padding behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“What—” Carmen only has to take one look at your face before you see the recognition cross her own, her arms pulling you towards her as you press dampening eyes against her cheek.

In the dark, cool refuge of Carmen’s living room, she soothes your broken ego. Some hours later Vanessa comes to join the pity party, enveloping you in a cooing embrace while she lists off all the people she was going to set you up with. She only has unkind things to say about a certain DEA agent now, and how the blind dates she’ll arrange will never do something like this to you. You don’t remember any of their names.

Sometime after lunch the bottle of tequila gets taken out, passing from mouth to mouth amidst the tangle of limbs lounging across the couch and floor. They’re trading stories of shitty exes to try and cheer you up, earning a wet laugh here and there at certain points of exaggeration. You can’t help but eventually give in to their influence, tongue loosening with alcohol as you slur out words laced with venomed betrayal. Yeah, fuck him.

Soon the tequila warms up your bones, heating up your cheeks and fingers when you get up to dance to the record Carmen puts on. Vanessa latches onto the idea of going out, knowing you need a night to forget yourself and all of your troubles. They hadn’t been there for you the last time you needed it and, well, look how that turned out. They more than want to make up for it now, with Carmen pulling out a short red dress for you to slip into, the sequined skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs. Vanessa seats you next to her in the cramped breakfast nook, her soft breath fanning across your face as she expertly applies eyeliner across your lids while Carmen goes to turn the record over, shimmying her hips enough to almost make Vanessa mess up when you shake with silent, drunken amusement. They pour you a shot for courage, cheering as the warming liquid blazes down your throat before you’re heading out.

Amidst the flashing lights and pulsating music of the club they drag you into, Vanessa and Carmen take turns ordering two rounds too many until you’re holding onto their arms for support as you wobble in your borrowed heels. You’re bent over with laughter, straightening up to wipe a tear from your eye when you freeze.

For a second you thought you recognized those aviators from across the room, but rapid blinks have your vision clearing to see them being worn by a shorter man with a buzzcut. Still, the mistake has a sobering effect on your system and you suddenly feel completely, utterly alone on this cramped dance floor. You search for Carmen’s wrist, wanting to get to the bar for another drink that will invite you back into the carefree night, but first you need to maneuver through the claustrophobic crowds of people. Every which way you turn, though, you keep seeing his dark eyes peering out at you, double takes blurring faces together as he haunts you just outside your peripheral. When you finally make it out of the worst of the masses, you’re making a beeline for the door instead.

The cool night air does little to calm your racing pulse, slotting yourself into Vanessa’s shoulder while you request a quieter spot to get lost in. You arrive at a smaller bar down the street, the modest dance floor in the backroom less occupied. But when the Zombies come on over the speakers, asking you What’s your name? Who’s your daddy?, you flee to order another round of shots and escape the familiar hypnotic bass.

Your eyes scan the bar to bring someone new home. After all, that’s how you got over your last relationship, right? But this wasn’t even a relationship. You fight against another wave of foolishness, knowing you had no claim to him, nothing to show for your aching heart. When someone catches your eye you don’t think twice, pulling him into a sloppy kiss that has you stumbling out of the bar together.

Instead of a buildup of tension once you get back to your apartment, it’s only a flurry of dropping clothes and desperate guidance into the bedroom. He’s clumsy, chasing his own pleasure without so much of a thought towards yours. It ends up just feeling like a competition, a race of rushed lips and careless hands to the finish line that has you coming in last place (or rather, for you, not finishing at all). He’s out cold before you even make it to the bathroom, a mass of dead weight taking up most of your mattress. You curl into whatever space you have left, telling yourself to appreciate having a warm body in your bed at all. It doesn’t work.

The next morning comes far faster than you want it to, and with it the consequences of the night before. Your stiff neck refuses to straighten from the unforgiving position you were forced to fall asleep in, your head threatening to split open as you shift onto your back. You really shouldn’t have had that last drink. Or the last four, really. You’ve got a suffocating migraine, like your swollen brain is too big for your skull, feeling your heartbeat pounding against the back of your eyes when you rub at them uselessly. You stretch your arm out and come into contact with a shoulder, turning your head to greet an unfamiliar face. He smiles at you, releasing a puff of rancid breath that has you battling a wave of nausea. You don’t know this guy’s name. You don’t ask for it.

You roll out of bed and trudge into your bathroom in search of an aspirin, telling him over your shoulder how you’ve got to get going, but this was fun. He offers no invitation to see you again, thank goodness, grabbing his clothes and waiting on your couch until you start to feel a semblance of being human again. The morning sun beating into your eyes when you open the curtains drives you to the sunglasses on your dresser, the cliche of a walking hangover as you depart together.

You stop in front of the corner store beneath your apartment when he draws you into a goodbye hug. He pushes his lips onto yours before you can draw back and you relent with a lukewarm response before you’re pulling away, the feeling of his tongue against your bottom lip making you grimace. He whispers goodbye and turns to leave, a self-satisfied smile on his face like he’s given you a night you’ll never forget.

A familiar honk blares through your headache, your hand coming up to press into your temple when you turn around. Javier watches you from behind his rolled down window, his eyes flickering over to your bedfellow walking away before coming back to address your scowl. He leans to unlock the passenger door and you begin walking at the sound of the click instinctively.

But it’s the weekend, you’ve nowhere to actually go.

“Why are you here?” comes out more accusatory than you mean it to, but you’re well past the need for pleasantries.

“I wanted to surprise you.” he says matter-of-factly, but when he turns to you there’s a hint of something there for a second, like he’s suddenly cracking open, like he’s finally going to say something you’ve been waiting for. But it’s gone before you can process it. “Please? Let’s just...talk.”

Talking, explaining, you guess, was the least he could do. You sigh, resigned, and climb in.

The drive is awkward, tense even. You turn on the radio to fill the silence but a search through the stations has you coming up empty, the various commercial breaks and morning talk shows doing little to calm your nerves. Javier sighs as his Jeep rolls to a stop in a gridlock of traffic, and now you’re completely confined in the uncomfortably stifling air between you.

“So,” Javier starts, hand rubbing against his jaw while he looks down at the center console as a middle ground. “When did that start happening?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as another wave of nausea rolls over you. “What, jealous he spent the night?”

You think you might have hit a sore spot by the way his eyebrows shoot up for a second, but then he lets out a huff of breath, cocking his head towards the windshield like his answer is somewhere down the road.

“By the looks of him, I don’t think I need to be jealous.”

You send him a glare, scoffing, but quickly avert back to the window when your eyes catch his. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

A pause. “Did you?”

You turn to him once more. “What?”

“Last night, did you enjoy yourself?” He takes in your soured expression. “Because I’ve never seen you this moody the morning after.” He grins to himself, trying to hide it unsuccessfully with the hand cupping his mouth. “At least, not when it was with me.”

Anger cracks through you. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? You don’t need to sit here and listen to this smug bastard. You reach for the door handle as he reaches for you.

“Cariño—”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap over your shoulder, a touch too loud.

“At least let me take you to breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Fine, then a coffee?”

“No.”

He says your name as your feet hit the asphalt. Your hand grips the edge of the opened door, his next words deciding which way it was going to go.

He looks at you, incredulous. “Don’t be like this.”

The door slams shut as you lean through the opened window. Don’t be like this? He didn’t understand just how hurt you were, and maybe he never will. The cruel pit in your chest beats against the cage of your ribs, urging him to understand. To make him hurt just as much.

“You can’t keep coming into my life just to mess everything up,” you spit out. “I don’t need you, Javier. Not like you need me.”

You push your hands off the warm metal of the door as you wait for his response. A panicked part of you knows you’ve gone too far, urges you to take back your words, but your pride swells too large for anything rational to be heard over it.

He squints at you, almost like he’s about to call you out on your bluff, but he only looks away, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Fine.”

Fine? That’s it? You take a step back, then another, willing your face to remain stone-cold like his is but still hoping he stops your departure with another word. When he remains front-facing, jaw set in a determined frown, you swallow your apology and give him a short nod.

“Fine.”

You turn and weave through the standstill traffic and away from his idling Jeep, a flare of shame licking at your retreating heels. You don’t notice the way he turns back to watch you, a second too slow in calling your name before you’re gone.

You don’t hear from him. It’s not as if you spend hours by the phone like some wartime bride, but you can’t help the way you have to calm your heart before answering the door, only to bear the sinking feeling of it never being him. No, it’s just Mrs. Martinez dropping off cookies she’s made, or a fellow classmate handing off a book they borrowed. A week passes before you break and visit the dive bar, scanning the crowd but never finding the stranger you’re there for.

You can’t count how many times you’ve picked up your landline, twisting the cord between your fingers while you stare at the well-worn phone number tacked onto your fridge. You don’t want to be the one to reach out first, to apologize. What do you have to apologize for? your pride mocks you. It’s a fair playing field. You weren’t his just as much as he wasn’t yours. But maybe that’s why you feel a little sick about it, that you acted so childishly about someone you had never defined your circumstances with. Who were you to throw punches when you weren't even in the ring?

It’s late one night when your resolve finally cracks. Determined fingers punch in his digits but a knock interrupts you as you get in the last one. You ignore it, the dial tone buzzing and buzzing, when the knocking becomes more impatient. You slam the handset back into the cradle a bit too hard, padding into your entryway. If it’s Mrs. Martinez with even more cookies right now you don’t—

“Hi.”

A tanned arm leans casually against your doorway, the shirtsleeve rolled up to the elbow to expose a fine dusting of hair across a plane of muscles. Your eyes crawl up the sleeve, the red fabric washed out to a softer color, to take in his hip loungingly canted to the side to account for the foot that’s crossed over the other. You think he’s the picture of nonchalance until you get to his face, registering the glassy roundness of his brown eyes, like there’s a puppy-dog beg behind them. He offers you a small smile and you swallow down the urge to forgive him right then and there when all he’s offered you is a greeting.

“Hi,” you return, arms crossing in front of you in more of a hug than a line of defense. You wait a beat, watching him mull over his next words when you give him a tiny smile back. “Long time no see.”

He huffs at that, shaking his head and looking down to scuff his boot against the floor. “I just wanted to drop something off.”

He straightens up then, reaching into his back pocket as you extend a palm for whatever he has. He shows it to you instead, presenting it between his thumb and forefinger, and it takes a moment for your delayed reaction to catch up and snatch it away from him.

“Javi! Where did you get this?” you hiss, holding the neatly rolled joint behind the doorframe in case Mrs. Martinez shuffled by.

“I’m DEA and you’re asking me where I get my drugs?” His jaw works against a twitch of a smirk as he leans back against the door. His eyes grow more serious when he clears his throat. “Consider it an olive branch. I thought you might still want it.”

It comes back to you then. A conversation you had weeks ago when you’d been stressed worrying about your upcoming semester. You’d mentioned half-jokingly how getting high might help, having tried it at parties in undergrad, but you had meant it more as a jab to Javi’s occupation than anything else. You remember how he dropped his voice deeper then, faux-agent questioning you in the car until you pressed your trembling thighs together.

You shiver involuntarily at the memory and look back down at your hand. “This is an apology?”

“I…” He looks sheepish, pressing into the doorway as he looks away. “I didn’t mean to make things...awkward. I still want us to be friends,” he gazes back at you then, “if that’s still what you want.”

“No,” you stop yourself at the change in his expression and start over. “No, I mean, you have nothing to apologize for.” It’s your turn to feel bashful, looking down at your feet. “You were just trying to be funny in the car and I...misread things. And the other day, with that woman…” you clear your throat. “It’s none of my business.”

He’s so quiet for a moment you glance up to find him unable to meet your eyes. He chews on his bottom lip, jaw ticking to the side in thought.

Finally, softly… “I’m not proud of the way I deal with things,” he says to the ground.

You know this is his version of an apology, only stopping by to not invade your space if you didn’t want him to. Giving you something he thinks you want, when all you want is him.

“Well I know one way you can make it up,” you say as he looks at you. You hold up the joint with a smile. “Share with me?”

His head tilts upwards with a chuckle, moving backwards to take in the way you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. You step away from the door, presenting a space for him to come in when he shakes his head. If it’s in disbelief or in decline you’re not sure, so a quick “please?” is tacked on and his head dips low, pushing up from the door to step across your threshold.

With your air conditioning still broken, not much has changed in the way your curtains shift tepidly with the lukewarm breeze, the air seeming to sit densely in your living room like a third occupant. You don’t catch the way Javi’s eyes crawl down your figure as you tidy up the couch, cotton track shorts barely covering your thighs, thin tank top sticking to the curves of your body from the slight dampness of sweat, making it obvious you’re not wearing a bra.

Javi slides off his boots and socks at your front door, padding over to where you’re curling your feet up, patting the worn cushion at your side for him to sink into. You look away when he undoes another button of his shirt, adjusting the collar to give his skin more room to breath. He pushes his rolled sleeves up a little higher as you shift into the corner, facing him and raising the blunt to your mouth with a pointed look. He fishes for his lighter, digging into his pocket and making you notice the way his hips gyrate to make room for his hand.

He thumbs the lighter to life and brings it towards your approaching mouth, watching the thin paper alight with your short inhales. You lean away and take a full drag, eyes closing as you hold your breath for a moment before letting it go in a slow release. You blink open to find Javi watching you and you smile.

“Are you trying to stay on my neighbor’s bad side? First the noise complaint, now the smell?”

He smiles and reaches for the joint you’re offering. “Just tell her it was some kids behind the store.” He holds it between his middle and forefinger, bringing it to his mouth and inhaling while his eyes crinkle at you.

But then he winces, bending forward to let out big, whooping coughs. He glares as you do little to contain your laughter, but he still passes it back to you as a peace offering once his breathing calms. Amusement is apparent across your face, lips still twitching in a barely concealed smile as you smoke.

“Long time, huh?”

He sinks back into the cushions with a huff of breath and the corners of his mouth edging into his cheeks, eyes drifting as he recollects.

“Last time was probably...my last year at the academy?” He smiles at the memory. “We wanted to see if the drugs they had us confiscate in the training exercises were actually real.”

“Javi!” You reach to smack his arm as he hides his chuckling grin behind a guilty hand. Even with his face partially covered you still love the way his eyes crumple with laughter, the sound filling your living room. It sends a pang of recognition to your chest, of how much you had missed him. You missed this presence in your life, and the thought makes your smile falter that it’d been your fault it was missing in the first place. He clears his throat, noticing the shift.

“Do you—”

“Need some water? Yes.” You stand up, making your way into your kitchen to pull yourself together and grab two glasses from the cupboard. You listen to the liquid pour, already starting to feel a little something from just the two hits. You smile warmly as you make your way to the couch, swallowing thickly when you see that he’s opened another button, sweat glistening in the hollow of his throat. He accepts the beverage as you sit back down, the hand that brings it up to his lips dwarfing the glass behind thick fingers. How the fuck can his hands be that massive? You watch intently how his Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow, his angular jaw clenching and moving with each gulp. He moves to set his drink down on your coffee table while you take a hesitant sip.

“So,” he says, bringing the joint back up to his lips, “who was the guy?”

You squint at him in confusion until you remember, the man in question so forgettable it makes you laugh as you curl inwards with mortification. You begin recounting what had happened, choosing to ignore the smug look on Javier’s face as he listens. It progresses naturally into him asking about your week, what other trouble you got into. You’re both swapping details about your days like endless currency, the joint burning shorter between you as time slips into itself.

You’re almost at the peak of your high when you finally broach the subject of the other woman. He audibly groans and you try hard not to giggle, knowing the weed is affecting him just as much.

“She was just…” he passes a hand over his face. “I needed a distraction.”

You nudge against his leg. “A distraction from what?”

He sighs, his voice quieter. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing what you wanted.”

You’re taken aback, freezing. “You think that’s what I wanted?”

He comes forward, hands held up in an appeal to elaborate. “You told me you just wanted to be friends. But that night, with you…” he sinks a little bit. “I didn’t trust myself.”

You’re looking down at your hands as he continues. “I’m just...I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“...and what if I don’t want that anymore?” You dare to look up then, his eyes inches from yours. You stare at one another for a moment.

And then you can’t help it, bursting into laughter as the dramatics make you feel silly in your high. You’d been so close to his face you saw how the whites of his eyes had turned a slight shade of red, pupils clouded over from the effects of the joint. You lean back to wiggle and burrow deeper into the couch, making a grabby motion to ask for another hit.

He smiles, shaking his head as he yields to your request.

“Okay, but last one, cariño.”

You choose not to correct him, making this one count with a long inhale that you blow out and away from him. You’re turning to give it to him to stub out when you’re met with his hungered look instead, his eyes sweeping up from your chest to your neck to your mouth when you bring the almost-finished joint back up for another small, shaky hit.

You don’t break eye contact as you hand it to him, fingers brushing against each other until he finally looks away for the ashtray.

“It,” he clears his throat, grinding the remains into the glass bowl, “it didn’t mean anything.”

When you don’t answer, he continues.

“I thought…” he settles back and runs a hand through his disheveled hair, rubbing a palm between his brows. “I thought it would help get over you.”

You cough then, air burning in your throat. He smiles ruefully, eyes still hidden behind his hand. “I don’t think it worked.”

You flush, warmth crawling up your body as an invitation into something else, something more, and yet wanting to draw back into the safety of laughter and lightheartedness at the same time. You elbow him gently.

“The other girls at the brothel used to call me queen of the blowjobs. You thought you could forget that?”

“Makes sense,” he smiles, looking away, “best I ever had. Ruined all the rest for me.”

You don’t notice the way you’re shifting closer, almost to the middle of the couch as you’re filled with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

“Well, I earned the name Candy for a reason.”

You’re rewarded with a laugh, a deep warm boom that comes from his chest that has you spark and blossom open at the sound. He shifts, catching your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger so you face him.

“I can think of a few more reasons to call you that.”

His eyes dart down to your parting lips as you breathe out a shaky exhale, his teasing smile dropping when a small gasp escapes the top of your throat. Your mouth suddenly feels dry, not just from the weed now as the wetness traveled down between your legs.

“H-how about some television?” you ask, anything to ease the tension building between you.

He smiles, dropping his hand. “Sure.”

You get up on wobbly legs and turn on the set, the screen making a high-pitched sound as it comes to life. When you turn, the haziness circling your eyes drifts towards Javi. He’s staring intently ahead at the television, playing absentmindedly with the arm of your couch, rubbing and crooking his fingers against the fabric, knuckles tensing and flexing as he squeezes. You imagine those same fingers and how they felt running down your throat, circling past your navel, teasing into the curls of your…

A shiver races up your spine and you shake. He notices, watching as you cover your face in your hands.

“You okay?” he asks. You swallow dryly, nodding while you walk back to your seat.

“What’s wrong, cariño?”

Your groan melts into a laugh then, hands dropping as your tongue loosens in more ways than one.

“Nothing, it’s just...I…”

“Tell me.” You look up to meet his dark eyes, quickly averting your gaze back to the carpet. His hand comes to smooth up your elbow, holding it gently.

“When I get high...I just, get turned on more easily,” you finally admit, heat creeping up your face.

“Is that so?” he smirks. You can already feel how wet you are just from his voice alone.

“Come here,” he offers softly, guiding the arm in his hand towards him. You slide a knee onto the couch, beginning to hover over him when he stops you, guiding you to turn around and sit flush against him between his legs, your back pressed to his steady chest. He rubs his palm up your bare arm, your breath faltering at the sudden onslaught of physical contact.

“Let’s watch some tv, okay?” he murmurs in your ear and you nod. Any semblance of attention you have left is not focused on the television in front of you, instead on the feeling of his steady heartbeat on your back, wondering if he can feel the erratic beat of yours at the way his fingers dance and trace along your goosebumps. You feel a bulge press against the base of your spine and have to bite down on your lip. It’s just his belt buckle, it’s just his belt buckle.

You know he feels your breath stutter when his fingers reach up past your shoulders, tracing across your collarbone before stopping at the base of your throat. He circles a finger there and you raise your chest in an attempt for it to go south, but it only travels back to your shoulder, the tips dragging past the edges of your thin camisole straps.

You’re disappointed when he draws his hand away, skin blazing in the wake of lost contact. But then you almost jump, his insistent fingers finding the bare patch of skin at your hip from where your shirt’s ridden up. He presses teasing spirals of feather light touches towards your belly button and you press into him, your legs widening in invitation. He makes a small noise, his hand pushing up under your top instead until he reaches just under your sternum.

“Is this okay?” he breathes and you nod. He slides his hand up farther, cupping the underside of your breast as you bite back a sound. He covers your breast and gives it an experimental squeeze, fingers tracing your nipple before he pinches and rolls it. He curses under his breath when you moan at the sparks of pleasure from his actions, your hips rolling to press into him and feeling more than just his belt buckle respond when he reciprocates. He flattens his other hand across your stomach to still you, keeping you pinned to him as you both pant against each other. His pinky finger teases under the top of your shorts and you mewl.

“Tell me to stop,” he pants into your ear.

“Javi…” he stills behind you. You swallow thickly, the dam holding you together finally breaking from the tension. “Keep going.”

You guide his hand further down past the elastic band.

“Are you sure?” his words stumble when he feels you aren’t wearing any underwear. You could almost cry from how badly you want him now.

“Please,” you whimper, “p-please touch me.”

That’s all it takes for him to push further and dip into your shorts, sliding against your mound and into your soaked slit.

He lets out a disbelieving groan, a low fuck that puffs past your ear. He glides easily through your cunt, not even needing to tease into you to coat his finger in your arousal. He curls his finger back up, the briefest touch over your clit making you quiver.

“Jesus, cariño,” he shudders into your skin. “God, baby, you’re so fucking wet.”

You watch the way his thick fingers move under the fabric of your shorts, his middle finger sliding into you before he presses a second one in with ease. Your head falls back and you grab onto his thigh when he pulls them out, your whine at the emptiness cut off with a gasp when he swirls them around your clit.

He goes back and forth like that, the obscenely slick sounds of his messy fingers only growing louder as your hips start bouncing to the rhythm of his hand. Your eyes roll back when he curls his fingers deep inside you, rubbing a tender spot he’s marked as his while the heel of his palm grinds into the peak of your sex. Between the thrust of his fingers and the pressure of his hardening cock straining against your ass, you can’t stop the stuttering moans tumbling out as pleasure churns in your lower belly.

“You gonna cum like this, baby?” he asks and you whimper, nodding against him.

You don’t think you’ve ever gotten so close this quickly before, not even with your high lowering your inhibitions, but it’s been too long since someone’s made you feel this way. You can’t process this thought any more when he pulls back up to center on your clit. It’s the focused flick of his fingers that send you over the edge, knees drawing up as you grab onto the back of the couch with a cry. Your brows cinch together as your orgasm ripples through you, barely recognizing that you’ve sat up with Javier following your movement to continue swiping at you in come-hither motions as you shake and gasp.

He slowly eases you both back as you come down, sweaty face flushed and breath heavy with saturated pleasure. His hand rests on your pussy as you clumsily reach for his face, feeling his smile on your fingertips. He withdraws from your shorts, making a show to present his pruned, glistening fingers in front of you. Slowly, he brings them up past your ear and into his mouth, and you listen to his tongue swirl as he sucks at them. You shift further into him, burning, pressing yourself onto his erection as he groans.

“Turn around,” he orders huskily, “I didn’t get to watch that pretty face, c’mere.”

He moves his hands down and helps direct your body to face him. His forehead glistens with sweat, your fingers sliding easily through his damp locks when you curl them into the nape of his neck. You pull his face towards yours but he ducks down, focusing on readjusting your legs so you don’t straddle him. You let him guide you, curious to see what he’s trying until he plants you firmly on one of his sturdy thighs.

You look at him questioningly, your half-lidded eyes taking in his blown-out pupils as he licks his lips.

“I want you to ride my thigh, cariño,” he asks, looking down as he starts guiding your hips to grind onto him. You let out a shallow moan, holding onto his shoulder at the sensation of your pussy rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans. His gaze darts back up to your crumpling face. “Make yourself cum on me.”

You feel another gush of arousal at his words as he eases you back and forth on his leg, whimpering at the molten friction. You begin riding his thigh in earnest as the gnawing inside you begs to keep going, even more turned on by the look of hunger darkening in his eyes as he watches you take your pleasure.

Your second orgasm builds with each roll of your hips, the hard muscle of his thigh tensing and flexing beneath your throbbing cunt.

“Fuck, I can feel you on my leg,” he groans, swatting at your ass lightly with a grunt. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

You keen at his words as you pick up the pace, your fingers scrambling against the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel more of him. He rushes to help you, shirking it off his shoulders and throwing it to the floor the second the last one is undone. He rips your tank top up over your head, your rhythm getting faster as he pulls your bare chest flush to his with a moan. Your nipples ache for his mouth and it’s like he can read your mind, shifting you back to attack them with his teeth and tongue. You arch your back at the brief pain and overwhelming pleasure, rutting on his leg harder as your pussy starts to spasm.

“F-fuck...fuck, Javi!” your cry is broken with a jagged choke just as he pulls and sucks a nipple between his lips. Your body goes rigid for a second, your peak cresting over you until you slam back down into reality, convulsing on top of him as he moans into your chest.

“Yes, baby,” he praises, still guiding your shuddering hips to rub against him. “That’s it, that’s it, keep going.”

Your hands grasp his shoulders for leverage, forehead knocking against his as you struggle to catch your breath. He eases his grip on you when you buck your hips off him with a hiss of sensitivity, thighs still shaking as you sit up straighter up off his leg.

“Oh my god,” you laugh breathlessly after a moment, smoothing your hand over his cheek. “That—”

Your words are interrupted by a deep growl coming from his chest, his arms hooking just under the curve of your ass as he flings you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of him. You land with a soft oof!, giggling in your blissed-out state and barely acknowledging his feral look. He gets up on his knees and gazes down at you, his eyes roaming towards the wet patch now apparent on your shorts. He groans and reaches for it, hooking his fingers underneath your waistband and yanking them off. You raise your knees to your chest to help them slide off and Javi is quick to discard your pants unceremoniously, his large hands encompassing your knees to spread them open for him.

He crowds over you then, laving at your breasts before he begins trailing his tongue down. He keeps his hands on your legs, anchoring you in place when you shudder away from an experimental kiss he gives to your cunt, his insatiable eyes watching it still spasm from your last climax.

“Javi,” you breathe, “t-too much…”

“C’mon, cariño,” he chuckles, kissing your inner thigh and blowing his hot breath slowly over you, “let me taste you.”

Your back arches up into him, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts of wanting to stop and begging for more, more, more. He dips his tongue back towards your sex, watching your reaction as he licks slowly into you. Your face screws up tight, breath rushing out in a string of expletives when he swirls and sucks at your overstimulated bud. You’re gripping hard into the couch cushions, trying to think of anything but his hot mouth running over you. Think about Mrs. Martinez, or the old bus driver you used to see every morning, or...fuck, now he’s thrusting his tongue inside of you and rubbing his nose against your clit, moaning at the taste of you and you can’t stop the whine that escapes your trembling mouth.

You think you start to feel tears spring in your eyes as he runs his lips over you in sloppy kisses, devouring your pussy and rubbing into it from chin to nose like he wants to mark his face with your cum. You’re writhing underneath his unrelenting mouth, his fingers digging into the soft of your thighs to open you up for him even more.

He brings his shining mouth up off you, whispering your name until you look down at his smoldering face.

“Give me one more,” he commands, spitting onto your pussy and rubbing it in before spearing two fingers inside you. “Cum on my face, baby.”

You gasp as he dives back down, tongue flicking across you as he thrusts and curls his fingers. You feel it coming on again, the muscles in your lower half locking up and soon you’re crying out his name over and over as you start quivering underneath him. He moans, the vibrations coursing through you while he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard.

Your fingers lock into the damp curls of his hair, knees clamping around his ears as you burst onto his mouth with a scream. He moans, lapping up into you as your pussy clenches around the wet muscle of his tongue. You don’t know how long you stay there, the waves crashing over you seeming endless as he continues to eat you out until you’re curling into yourself with a mewl.

He sighs, giving it one last kiss before kissing your thighs, your hips, your stomach as he crawls up your body.

“Jesus, I missed that pussy,” he smiles into the meat of your shoulder, pressing his lips there. You can’t even laugh, your brain zeroing in on the bulge pressing into your leg. You snake your hand down, cupping him over his jeans and he groans into your neck, thrusting shallowly into your palm.

“Cariño…” he warns, shifting his face towards you. You swallow, slowly looking down between your bodies to begin unbuckling his belt.

“Please,” is all you can muster before he straightens back, knocking your hand away to slide his belt open and unzip his jeans. He hovers over you, face covered in a mix of sweat and arousal as he pulls his cock out. You suppress a sound at the sight, the head glistening with precum as he pumps himself steadily.

“Is this what you want?” he asks teasingly and you whine, reaching for him.

“Yes, Javi, please.”

He pushes you back down, forearm resting next to your head as he lines himself up, swiping through your folds and catching against your clit. You shudder and push your hips up in invitation, in a silent beg to be breached.

Your high-pitched sob is met by his low moan when he finally pushes into you, filling you up slowly as his hips fall towards yours. He bottoms out inside you, face pressed into your neck with a groan as his arms tremble from how hot and tight you’re holding onto him.

“Christ, baby,” his broken voice exhales. “How do you feel so good?”

You don’t answer him, instead shifting your hips to pull him even deeper into you. The slick from your previous orgasms aids the journey of his rigid cock, trailing with him when he gives a shallow thrust. He curses, clenching his jaw as he starts rocking into you, meeting your motions as you start moving against one another.

You run your hands along his sides and he shivers, grabbing both your wrists and hoisting them over your head, holding them there in one hand. He starts thrusting into you faster, sweaty chest heaving over you as he wipes at his forehead. You hook your ankles around his lower back, wanting him to get closer, closer, your panting breath mixing with his as he leans his forehead onto yours.

“You want it to be yours?” he growls as he rams into you. You nod, tears of overstimulation finally spilling down your eyes.

“Then take it,” he demands, leaning to fuck you harder. You bounce up the cushion, each slap of his hips pushing you further and further to your edge. He abandons your wrists to grip your hips, angling them down so the next spear of his cock has you screaming, white hot desire pulsing through your veins. He focuses his attention there, hitting against a spot inside you that begins to build pressure in your abdomen. You clutch his arms, sweat clinging your hair together as he murmurs for you to let go.

“I know you want to cum again for me, cariño.” He reaches to rub the pad of his thumb gently over your sensitive clit, slipping across the taut peak in the mess of your sex, begging for you to cum on his cock. He ruts into you shamelessly, the sounds of your fucking filling the dense room and it’s so much, too much, too…

You choke out his name once and then stars burst in your eyes, knees locking around him. You lurch forward, squeezing onto him so hard, your arms, your legs, your pussy all wrapped around him as pressure shoots through your cunt.

He moans as the strength of your orgasm almost pushes him away while your walls contract around him, coating his lower stomach in your cum as you gush and spurt around him. His eyes roll back, the sensations too much as he thrusts deeply inside you, spilling into you with a groan as you go limp in his arms.

You stay like that for what seems like hours, panting against each other as his arms remain wrapped around you. Eventually you feel him soften and he pulls away with a grunt as he straightens up off you. He examines your face, sweeping away any remnants of tears from your cheeks before he stands up and tucks himself back in, reaching to grab his shirt like he’s going to leave.

But then he ambles down your hallway and you hear the faucet turn on, returning with a wet washcloth that he wipes across his stomach before running between your thighs. When you settle back down you flush at the puddle you’ve left behind quickly absorbing into the fabric. He smirks softly.

“Might need to wash the cushions,” he remarks, setting the washcloth on the coffee table. He turns to you then and you sit up to hold onto his elbow. Your heart beats hard in your chest as you push yourself to speak.

“Stay,” you whisper, offering him what he has yet to still do. Your throat is dry even though you’re well past your high now as he regards you for a moment.

He leans down then to give you a soft kiss, lips pressing gently against yours before he’s bringing his mouth up, pressing another to your forehead.

“Good night, cariño,” he says, getting up and buttoning his shirt. You didn’t even see that it’s nightfall already until you glance out the window, trying to school the soft disappointment etched across your face. You swing your legs to stand up and walk him out the door.

You wobble slightly and he stops you, leading you back to your seat. He pulls the blanket draped across the back of your couch and onto your shoulders, leaning down to give you another kiss. Your head tilts up to continue it as he draws away and he huffs against your mouth, smiling as he steps away to your front door.

You listen to the doorknob click behind him as exhaustion begins to set deep inside your bones, your head falling down onto the armrest. You wrap the blanket over yourself and close your eyes, curling up into your side.

Whatever you were with Javi now, you definitely weren’t just friends.

-

Taglist: @queen0fchaos @cmc1014 @microsoftcraint @thisgirl-knm @sunnshineeexoxo

[belit0]

Madara making his s/o squ1rt + Daddy k1nk. 

Request for the anon who asked this a while ago, here you go, more of my brother. I get it, he’s hot, but damn y'all crazy for him.

Writer added daddy k1nk cause she wanted to.

You are sitting in Madara's office, wrapping up some envelopes with documents to surprise him with the gesture. You're trying to be a good girl, you were misbehaving last week and your neck shows the marks of how he made his grip on you, it hurts to sit down and swallow is a difficult task. Helping him through his work while he's in a meeting is a way of proving you are willing to stop being a brat and start behaving.

It really is boring. Seal a paper, put it in its envelope, close it, make sure the Uchiha symbol is neat, repeat. A monotonous little routine that seems to never end. The pile of documents seems to grow as time goes by, and all you want to do is get out of that room.

You love Madara's office, it is one of his favorite places to fuck you, on his desk, on his work. Secretly, you suspect that it gives him special pleasure if he takes you over paperwork that is related to the Senju clan. His big velvet chair is the most comfortable piece of the whole house, padded and soft. The most suitable furniture for your battered thighs.

Wearing a T-shirt of him and only your underwear, you caress the material under your body, feeling the softness and comfort of sitting without experiencing pain. The Uchiha did not used to give you such severe punishments, and for that to be the case, it is because you had been out of place. As when you humiliated him in front of his brother a few days ago, describing a moment of vulnerability that had to be kept private.

The problem was that you came across a peculiar situation, something never before witnessed in your eyes, which awakened your curiosity and generated the need to ask Izuna about your man's past. It was a lazy morning, where both of you were just waking up after an intense night almost without sleep. You went into the bathroom as any person would, without noticing that he was there taking a piss. When you made yourself present, his inspiration was immediately gone, he got frustrated and threw you out in a huff. Without understanding what his problem was, you analyzed what happened, and discovered that you had never shared the bathroom simultaneously. Of course, to brush teeth and take a shower, but not to use the toilet. Did Madara have a trauma with peeing? Izuna would probably know.

After asking his younger brother, who seemed strangely happy when you told him about it and did not stop laughing throughout the story, the older Uchiha began to be harassed by the younger one every time he tried to go to the bathroom. Somehow Izuna was always behind him when he tried to pee, making him angry and forcing him to stop.

Because of the torture your man suffered thanks to your curious mind, the worst punishment ever given in the history of your relationship appeared without warning, making you endure more spankings in one night than you thought you were capable of. But his resentment continued for days, and your perverse attitude did not help the cause.

That's why you had made the decision to behave at least for as long as it took your buttocks to lose the bruises he caused. Being bratty with him is something you are passionate about, but now you only have the option to behave well and obey because technically you owe it to him.

There are still too many documents to be sealed, but you hear the front door opening and closing, and that makes your attention focus on that part of the house. You know your man has arrived, and in a apparently better mood, as you hear him whistling a tune as his footsteps echo down the hall. The first destination he visited was the bedroom, and you smile at the fact that he thought he would find you there, resting from his lesson.

"[Y/N]?"

He asks generally towards the house, hoping to hear your voice from somewhere to find out where you are. But to gloat and annoy him, even a little, you prefer to keep quiet and continue closing letters, completely ignoring his presence.

You feel him calling you several more times, climbing the stairs, going out to the patio, searching in several rooms. Why would he expect you to be in his office? You would have nothing to do there when he is not at home. It is the last place he checks, and when he opens the doors, there is a slight sign of concern in his features.

Of course, you can't help but smirk at this, it's the most you can play with him without provoking more punishment for your body. You watch him with narrowed eyes and without ceasing to work.

"What do you think you are doing? It's not funny."

"Was it a little, wasn't it?"

"Haven't you had enough? Do you really need more?"

"No! Of course not! Look, I'm trying to make up for it, I'm being a good girl for you daddy."

"I don't know, are you?"

Having said that, he enters his office and heads behind his desk, to where you are sitting. You know this means he wants you to sit on his lap, so you get up and let him settle into the seat before you climb onto him.

You try to kiss him, but he stops you.

"Keep working, you're not done."

Obeying, you seal a document, and when you want to take an envelope to put the paper and leave it closed, it is Madara who holds it in his hands in front of your mouth.

"Put the document in and close it with your mouth."

"B-But..."

"Do you want to have Daddy angry?"

"No..."

"Go ahead. No hands."

You insert the paper into the packet, and as the Uchiha indicated, you slide your tongue around the edge of the packaging, from one of his fingers to the other. When you reach the other end, his digit goes into your mouth without warning and smoothly. The task you were performing falls forgotten on the desk.

"Suck it well, show me what a good little girl you are.”

Pleasing your man, you stick your back to his chest, leaning your head over his shoulder while your tongue dances on his finger and fills it with saliva, giving him little sounds of approval. A second one enters your cavity, and you begin to move your head back and forth as if you were working on his cock, feeling his eyes on your lips.

"I think my baby has missed her milk bottle, hasn't she?”

Nodding on his lap, you feel like a hand is moving your underwear, and taking his wet fingers out of your mouth, he directs them towards your pussy, massaging the outside and wetting you completely.

“I'm still very sensitive..."

"Don't worry baby, I don't plan on messing with your tiny clit today. Daddy will teach you how to go to the bathroom.”

With those words, his two fingers are pushed inside you mercilessly, positioning themselves in the shape of a claw and rubbing that thin membrane on the top of your stomach that simply made you curl up and close your thighs over his arm.

"Open your legs or I'll have to spank you again, you bad girl.”

Moaning uncontrollably, with your head tilted back and sliding over his lap, your vagina makes watery noises every time Madara's knuckles hit your outer lips. Your feet are suddenly on his knees, allowing him better access, and with his arms he forces your thighs to stay apart, while his free hand runs to the side your soaked underwear.

"D-D-DAD-DY!"

Spasms run through your body and no coherent thought crosses your mind, you don't even care that your juices are dripping from your cunt and staining the upholstery of your man's chair, as he keeps his legs open along with yours. You're intoxicated in those digits working wonders on that magic point in your body, while the punch of his fist somehow also manages to act as a masturbation for your punished and over-stimulated clit.

You can no longer resist it.

"What's the matter girlie, do you feel like going to the restroom? Come on, do it on my hand, give all your fluids to dad."

With a final scream, a stream of liquid flows from your pussy, smoothly and strongly, hitting Madara's hand and landing on the floor. The Uchiha exerts pressure with his fingers inside you until the liquid stops pouring and your body stops shaking, leaving you exhausted over him and unable to gather strength to care about the mess left in his office.

"Oh no... what a bad girl... what a bad, bad girl... look what you did on the floor... I will have to teach you another lesson..."

"B-B-But-I..."

"But? You said, but? You have some serious behavioral problems. Come here, Daddy will fix you up."

[starlightxsvt]

Smoke || Jeon Wonwoo au

Paring: Wonwoo x Female reader

Genre: angst, friends to lovers, some fluff, slight smut

Warnings: cursing

A pair of hands land on your shoulders and you jump slightly, a squeak leaving your lips.

"Wonwoo! You scared me!" You hiss, clutching your chest, putting down the books in your hand. Your shift in the library is almost over.

Wonwoo gives you a soft smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Wanted to surprise you. I was free so I thought I'd walk you home." He shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. You frowned at him slightly, knowing he was hiding something but you let it go for the moment.

"That's really nice of you." You mutter, arranging the books.

He says nothing but watches you do your work quietly.

"I have to stop by the convenience store, do you mind?" You ask as both of you walk side by side, accompanied by the night silence.

"No. Let's go."

You pick up the materials you needed and put them in the small cart, all the while wondering what's wrong with Wonwoo. You knew very well that he didn't visit you to walk you home but because something was bothering him.

You like Wonwoo, more than a close friend. You really liked him but he was rather oblivious to your feelings which you were glad about. You know Wonwoo is seeing someone and even if he didn't, he'd never reciprocate your feelings. As much as it hurt you, Wonwoo was a precious friend and you didn't want to loose him just because of your pathetic unrequited feelings.

You walk to the counter to pay, followed by a quiet Wonwoo who, once reaches there, picks one of the cigarette packets and takes out his money.

You look at him, a little shocked. It was been quite a while since Wonwoo smoked. It took a lot of work on your part to stop that habit of his and seeing him do it again made you upset and realize that something, indeed, was wrong.

"What's wrong, Wonwoo?" You ask once you step out of the store.

"What do you mean?" He doesn't meet your eyes but lights up a cigarette.

You watch him blow out a smoke and sigh,"You are smoking. I thought you said you didn't need to smoke while you're with me."

I don't feel like smoking when you're with me. I just need you, he'd said.

Wonwoo huffs out a breath and sits down at one of the stairs in front of the store. You take a seat beside, maintaining a safe distance from the smoke he breathed.

"Audrey broke up with me."

Oh, so this was the issue.

You don't say anything, instead stare at your feet. He speaks, "She left with that jerk."

"You saw this coming, Wonwoo." You speak quietly.

"Yea but I tried!" He snaps. "I tried my best so that this day would never come. I did everything I could and more for her."

You hated that he was hurt but your hate for how desperate he was for her is far more. You saw vile, ugly emotions of green and you hated the fact that the girl used him like that, while you'd give up everything to be longed by Wonwoo like that.

"You tried too hard Wonwoo. Sometimes letting go hurts less than holding on." The bitter words leave your mouth.

"What?" His brows furrow, irritated. You inhale deeply, "Wonwoo, you need to let her go. She's a bitch who doesn't deserve you. Stop pinning for her when you clearly deserve someone better."

"Don't talk about her like that," he steps on his cigarette and meets your eyes, a clear warning in his tone.

A humorless laugh escapes you as you rub your temples, "Okay seriously?" You stand up, your patience running thin, "Stop acting like a fucking child Wonwoo. Grow up. It's not the end of the world of Audrey doesn't return your feelings.

"Is that your jealousy speaking?" Wonwoo stands up, towering over you, a challenge in his eyes.

You look at him flabbergasted. How did he...

"Yea, just because you think you're doing a good job hiding your feelings for me doesn't mean you really are. The whole campus knows you've got a thing for me so don't act like you weren't jealous of her."

Tears form in your eyes as you gape at him in disbelief. All your self control vanishes as you speak the next words, "Yes, I'm jealous of her! What I have for you is not just a thing, it's my sincere feelings unlike that bitch who has been toying with you since the past year!" You rub your eyes, not letting the tears escape, taking a step towards him. You speak meeting his eyes, "It's not my jealousy speaking because if I wanted, I could've broke the two of you up a long time ago. I'm saying this because I'm tired Wonwoo! I'm tired of being your punching bag! I'm tired of seeing you get hurt repeatedly for someone who doesn't give two shits about you! You always end up getting hurt and I'm the one who collects all your broken pieces. I'm the one who made you stop smoking. I'm the one who holds you together when you fall apart. I've always been there for you Wonwoo but...now I'm wondering... why? To be treated like this?" You voice grows small as you choke back on your tears. Wonwoo looks at you, his jaw clenched and hands fisted.

"I'm done Wonwoo. You're a precious friend to me and I hid my feelings cuz I didn't want to loose you for that. But I'm done being used. I'll see you if you truly want to be friends with me." You whisper and turn around, desperate to escape from his presence.

-

Weeks have passed by since your last encounter with Wonwoo. As your finals are near you try your best not to think about him; instead you busy yourself with studies. It's the weekend and after a full day of studying you sit in front of the TV, grumpy about the fact that there isn't anything delicious to eat. You contemplate on ordering online when there's a knock on your door.

Wonwoo, the last person you expected, stands there with his hands full of bags. He speaks, "Thought we should have dinner together." You stare at him, astonished at his casual behavior, like nothing happened between you two.

He steps in and places the bags on your kitchen counter, emptying them. You eye the contents - fried chicken and fries with beer, stuffed donuts.

"Go wash your hands. I'll serve them."

"What are you doing Wonwoo? I'm pretty sure you are at the wrong address." You speak watching him plate up. He pauses before his eyes meet yours and he sighs softly, taking a seat on your kitchen stool.

"I've thought a lot about us in these few weeks. And I realized a lot of things. For one, I took you for granted when you are literally the best thing that happened to me, y/n. I... I used you and for that I'm really sorry. I sorry for being a jerk that day when everything you said were true. I'm sorry about so many things."

You stare at the floor not meeting his eyes, arms crossed over your chest as you try to keep your emotions at bay.

"I can't imagine a life without you." He whispers, "I'm not complete without you. You're the one who has held me together until now. You're the one who has been with me through thick and thin. You - you make me want to be a better person. If... if it wasn't for you, I'd be so lost. I'm so glad you came into my life y/n. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Your heart breaks and a stray tear rolls over your cheek. Wonwoo seems to notice as he stands up and cups your cheek, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'll leave if you want me to. I just wanted to see your face and tell you I'm sorry. It has been so long."

You meet his eyes as you place your hands over his, "So what is your point Wonwoo?"

He sighs, "My point is, I don't want to be friends with you. Well, I technically want that but not just friends. I want to be your boyfriend, you best friend, I want to be your everything."

"Are you sure about this? Are you really over Au-"

"Fuck Audrey, fuck everyone. It is you. It was you since the very first moment. I'm sorry it took me so long to understand."

You heart swells with love and you can't hold back anymore as your lips clash with his. You thread your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands find purchase on your waist. Soon enough he's picking you up and putting you on the kitchen counter as his hands tug on your shirt. "Wonwoo, what are you doing?" You gasp, breathless.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he murmurs, planting kisses along your neck as his hands travel all over your body,accompanied by your soft sighs and moans.

"The food will get cold."

"Yeah? Well the food can wait but I can't." He attaches his lips to yours again, picking you up and heading for your bedroom. "Someone's really horny." You smile against his lips.

"Well you are not any better." He retorts putting you on the bed and softly kissing your cheek before taking off his shirt.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

"Mmhmm."

He smiles,"I gave up smoking, for good. I really, only need you."

A/N: Happy Birthday to our precious bag of luck and my bias wrecker,Jeon Wonwoo. This one is dedicated to him. And thanks to y'all for loving my previous work, it really made me very happy :"). As always, feedbacks are appreciated! 💖

[wornoutmouse]

Ojiro x Black reader

Sub/Dom dynamics.

Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"

But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi

I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈

"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"

It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course. 

"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."

You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!" 

You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!" 

You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.

A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price. 

(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)

Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE

You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.

You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.

You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction. 

When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!" 

That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence." 

In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction. 

*Thump*

You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"

*Thump*

The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.

His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.

*Thump*

That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n." 

A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'

Click

You stop in your tracks as you hear  movement behind you.

 'he got in didn't he'

'why did I give him the key?'

You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck. 

"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.

Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"

Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"

Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"

Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."

He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.

"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.

"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me." 

Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.

"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."

Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."

You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."

You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.

You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.

Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.

You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.

Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.

"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.

As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.

Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!" 

Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before. 

Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.

He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji." 

The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in.  Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.

Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit. 

You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.

"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours. 

You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.

Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."

You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.

You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.

"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum." 

You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jac & Amelia

Jac: Are you okay? My parents would've paid for a cab if they weren't sober enough to drive you back Amelia: My dad was [somewhere nearby cos JJ live in town] Jac: Oh, right Jac: you seized your opportunity then, alright Jac: Is still should've gone with to make sure Amelia: I didn't want her to, she was in too excitable a mood Jac: lol, can't really fault you that Jac: you got a headache, yeah? Amelia: I got the aura so I knew it was time to leave, last time I ignored that I was sick everywhere Jac: That's fair Jac: you do not want that unless you've had a really wild night Amelia: sorry I didn't say bye Jac: well that's okay, if you didn't have time Jac: we were just worried Amelia: is Is okay? I was probably a bit rude to her Jac: Don't worry, she seems fine Jac: you know her Amelia: yeah Amelia: alright cool Jac: make sure you stay hydrated, yeah Jac: and no more screentime Amelia: I'll 😴 it off if I can Jac: Sounds like a plan 🙂 Amelia: it sounds 😕 but I couldn't stay Jac: you can't help that you get migraines Jac: it must be so crap for you Amelia: we've all got crap to deal with Amelia: I wouldn't swap Sav for hers Jac: 😢 I know Jac: she deals so well, considering how fresh it all is Amelia: Where's her boyfriend at? It's not technically a night you can get away with chucking fireworks at your mates or cars Jac: Out on the lash with his mates Jac: or something Amelia: very supportive Jac: yeah, I know Jac: oh well, she had us Amelia: you, you mean Jac: are you not her friend too? Amelia: that's up for debate, but she'd win it over me Amelia: so it probably depends what she wants the answer to be Amelia: and who's asking Jac: She definitely views you as a friend Amelia: okay Jac: No, come on, you don't think she does? Amelia: I know she doesn't Jac: Why do you think that? Amelia: I know it because she's said a handful of words to me lately & all of them are in some way bitchy or patronising Jac: How many have you said to her? Jac: and how nice have you been to her? Amelia: I don't like her, I'm not going to act like I do Jac: Then the issue is a you thing, isn't it Jac: Savannah does like you, and it's not really on to say you know otherwise, simply because that's how you feel about her Amelia: no, it's a me and her clash Amelia: it isn't one-sided Jac: Okay, if you say so Jac: but I don't see her trying to start anything with you, and like I said, I've told you she's told me privately that she likes you Jac: she knows you aren't her biggest fan though Amelia: she would say that to you Jac: Now you're being ridiculous Amelia: no I'm not, she wants me to look like I'm the dickhead and it's clearly working Jac: well no, what she wants is friends who can support her through this tough time and not make her life any more shit Jac: I really do not think she has the time, never mind the desire, to play games to make you look like some kind of villain ??? Jac: we seriously do not need to be that dramatic about things Amelia: fine Jac: it clearly isn't but I'm not going to agree with you Jac: you're not feeling well right now, you're just lashing out Amelia: you sound as patronising as her now Jac: for giving you an excuse for your behaviour? Jac: it's being gracious Amelia: I don't need to be fucking excused Amelia: I haven't done anything wrong Jac: You're being rude to Savannah and now you're being rude to me Jac: you're attacking and saying you're being attacked Jac: just calm down and we can come back to this when you aren't in such a state Amelia: yeah because she's the only one whose dramatics you indulge Amelia: I haven't been rude to her, I've made an effort Amelia: it doesn't change my opinion Jac: You're accusing her of having some plot right now, also of not liking you, being bitchy and patronising...yeah, that's rude, Amelia Jac: and oddly enough, when she went off crying, it was not about you Jac: call it dramatics if you want, but I'd say her home life situation warrants more empathy and listening to than whatever this idea, about us being against you or something, that you've concocted does Amelia: I'm not on her radar when she isn't subtly slagging me off or wishing I'd fuck off, obviously it wasn't about me Amelia: the latter is way less subtle though Jac: You're right in that I'm not indulging this Jac: you're just wrong, that's it Jac: but if you won't listen to reason, and me, then there's nothing else I can do to change your mind Amelia: you wanting me to be wrong doesn't make me wrong Jac: you having no proof for her dislking you, bar the fact you dislike her, doesn't make it true Jac: if you want to walk around thinking people have a problem with you when they don't, that's your call Jac: it's sad but it's clearly an internal issue Amelia: there's proof in every group chat if you want to go back & read it Jac: the fact you're in a group chat together, to plan to do stuff, to talk, kinda negates that Amelia: no it doesn't Jac: totally, when you hate someone and want them to fuck off, you choose to spend time talking to them when you don't have to Amelia: she doesn't spend any time talking to me Jac: well it isn't a private chat Jac: do you expect her to ignore me and Is? Jac: if you wanna have a 1x1 she'd be more than happy, like Amelia: Oh, she ignores Is plenty Amelia: but that's not my fight to have Jac: 🙄 I can assure you, we understand how DMs work Jac: if we wanted to talk just us, we would, and do Jac: and Is seems fine to me, like I said Amelia: great Jac: 🤷 okay then Amelia: 👋 Jac: I hope you feel better when you wake up Amelia: thanks Jac: Night Amelia: goodnight Jac: [hope you do go to sleep so you don't see those gay ass stories] Amelia: [you know she will because she's not actually sick soz gal] Jac: [i mean, you do have 24 hours so bit of a long shot when you're this in love lol] Amelia: [everyone gonna be seeing it including Ty who has been lowkey ignored all night as well] Amelia: [we should say she writes something but then deletes it so Jac only knows she deleted it for the sheer gay drama of it] Jac: [none of y'all got invites to this sleepover, but yes 1000%] Jac: ? Amelia: 🤨 Jac: butt-dial? Amelia: why would I be sitting on my phone? Amelia: I'm not thrashing about with a 🤒 Jac: I don't know why you'd delete a message either Jac: unless you sent me something really 💦 meant for someone else, in which case I wanna know anyway Amelia: I can nurse myself Amelia: though there are loads of lads who would put me to sleep Jac: 🙀 Amelia! Amelia: no Amelia: 🥱 NOT whatever you're thinking Jac: Sure 😉😂 Amelia: 😣 Jac: So grouchy Jac: I'd know if you were texting someone Amelia: would you? Jac: of course Jac: what secret have you ever kept from me? Amelia: I didn't need to before Jac: you don't need to now Jac: you aren't going to shock me with your thirst Amelia: I'm staying hydrated like you instructed Amelia: there's nothing to tell, which is why I pressed delete Jac: What did you say? Amelia: if I repeat it there was literally no point in deleting it Amelia: so no, nothing Jac: Well why did you? Amelia: because it's 😳 Jac: how 😳 can it be Jac: we've known each other at our most cringe Amelia: that was us both being awkward not just me making a massive tit of myself Jac: rude Jac: you're meant to disagree Amelia: alright, I'll lie Jac: you're already being very sneaky, you may as well Amelia: okay Jac: no, tell me, dickhead! Amelia: rude Jac: you're rude Jac: you know you can't just take back a message Amelia: I have & I win Jac: you can't do it without leaving evidence Jac: and I'm not just going to drop it Amelia: 🙄 Jac: why are you saying shit to my virtual face then Amelia: how else am I supposed to speak to you? Jac: I'm not going to apparate into your room 'cos you fancy having a go Jac: don't be a baby, what did you say Amelia: maybe I was saying sorry but you're so undeserving I took it back Amelia: that'd be fitting Jac: oh right, your whole conspiracy theory Jac: you forgot for a hot sec you believed in that, yeah, sure Amelia: it's typical of you to only give a shit about what I'm trying to say when I'm not saying it anymore Jac: you left without saying anything earlier Jac: then you wouldn't speak to me 'cos you were in a huff but yeah, pop off Amelia: I didn't have time to search your 🏠 for you earlier Jac: and I said it was okay but don't act like I was ignoring you Amelia: you were Amelia: but I get it, Savannah's in greater need Jac: oh my God, do you actually get it though Jac: like could you Jac: because this is really gross Amelia: of course I do, her parents are mental and it's horrible Jac: I mean, nicely put Jac: so you don't need to be snippy with me about needing to spend like 10 minutes alone so she can talk about it without my whole family standing around Amelia: I was the one who told you, ages ago, so you already know what I mean Amelia: and I'm not, I'm explaining why I left without saying anything before you hold it against me any harder Jac: you aren't just explaining though, because that was never the question Jac: you said I was ignoring YOU Jac: I said it was fine you left, you had a migraine Amelia: because it's not just about 10 minutes alone so she can cry on your shoulder and you fucking know it's not Jac: you don't like her Amelia: she takes over everything, including my birthday Jac: She was just trying to make sure you had a nice time Amelia: then why didn't I? Amelia: if she really cares so much about what I want, why wasn't it perfect? Jac: She's not a miracle worker Jac: I'm just saying she tried, can you fault someone for having good intentions? Amelia: she cares about you two having a good time, she doesn't try with me Amelia: because guess what, chucking money at something doesn't actually count Amelia: you used to know that Jac: you can't say how much she does or doesn't try Jac: maybe she's really trying, and I happen to think she is, and I've got it on better authority than you Jac: as you said, it's not as if she's had close friends before really Jac: you could give her a break instead of being ungrateful about it Amelia: you could give me a break Jac: no, you're being mean Jac: and blaming her for problems you're having Jac: like how dare she treat you? Amelia: the problem is that you used to care how I feel about things and apparently now you don't Jac: I can care without indulging pointless bitchery Jac: if you told me what was actually wrong with you, I'd listen, I'd do whatever I could to help, you know that Amelia: no, you're not listening Jac: You aren't saying anything Jac: you keep slagging Savannah off, and I counter that and then you stop Jac: what is actually going on Amelia: I've been saying the same thing this entire time, for fuck's sake Jac: When you wanna say what's actually going on with you, and think about that in a way that doesn't involve Savannah Jac: then I'm here waiting Amelia: I don't want to spend time with her, I want to spend it with you Amelia: Why can't we literally EVER? Why does she have to be involved in literally everything? Jac: We do spend time without her Jac: but we can't exclude her when she wants to be involved, she's our friend Amelia: she's not my friend Amelia: I'm trying, I am Jac: okay, she's my friend though Jac: we can spend time together, alright Amelia: okay Jac: pick a day, pick something to do, let me know Amelia: sure, put me on the spot Jac: 🙄 god, not RIGHT now Jac: but give me something more committal than that 'okay' or it won't happen Amelia: okay!! Amelia: are you happy now? Amelia: I just said how much I miss you Jac: like I'm that desperate for attention, again, rude Amelia: clearly not if I have to be the one begging you for yours Jac: oh hush Jac: I invited you to something like, literally 5 seconds ago Jac: you were the one that ruined it with your 🤕 Amelia: I didn't mean to ruin anything Jac: I'm joking Jac: I'll survive Amelia: I'm serious Amelia: and sorry, obviously Jac: it's fine, actually fine Jac: you shouldn't worry about it Amelia: if you want me to try harder, I'll try harder, alright Jac: I'd appreciate it Jac: I think she would too, and you Jac: getting along would just be easier Jac: you don't have to be like, her own personally cheerleader Amelia: I can't work miracles either Jac: you said you'd try Jac: I don't know why it's so hard for you but I can't really ask more than that Amelia: you really don't get it? Jac: No, I really don't Amelia: okay Jac: I'll leave you to it Amelia: bye again Jac: You have planning to do Amelia: you love a competition Amelia: what happens if I lose? Jac: What competition? Jac: I'm not planning anything Amelia: so it's a test instead Amelia: it's the same question Jac: we can still hang out, as you asked Jac: I'll just be bored if you pick something boring, I suppose Amelia: when have I EVER picked anything boring? Jac: 🤷 Jac: we'll see Amelia: don't 🤷 at me Amelia: you've never been bored Jac: you're so touchy 😂 Jac: I can't do anything Friday, by the way, so don't pick Friday Amelia: do you want to assign me a day? Jac: Probably Sunday Jac: I'm working after school every other day Jac: Saturday is up in the air right now Amelia: alright Jac: free time is just not a thing I have Amelia: I know, I'm not touchy about that bit Jac: I'm not going to sit here and tell you you're not boring, Amelia Jac: what kind of midlife crisis Amelia: Shut up, I don't need that from you Amelia: I'm well aware Jac: 👉😠 Amelia: you don't need to teach me sign language either Jac: you're gonna side with the 12 year old asshole on that, are you Jac: yeah that's about right mentality wise 🙄 Amelia: according to you there aren't any sides, we're all friends and everything is 🌹y Amelia: so no Jac: Jude isn't our friend, she's my sister and she's a little bitch sometimes Amelia: yeah, again, I know Amelia: Savannah's the one who needs family introductions Jac: She knows who everyone is Jac: you're being so whiny, it's just annoying now Amelia: leave me to it then, that's what you said you were going to do Jac: Yeah, and I definitely will now Jac: christ, is it any wonder I'm not electing to spend time with just you Jac: think about it Amelia: It's already all I think about Amelia: I don't want to fight with you Jac: it's not hard, Amelia Jac: as I said, Savannah doesn't devote her time to bitching about you, or anyone else Jac: nor does she walk around with a massive strop on all the time Amelia: I'm sorry Amelia: what do you want me to say? Jac: Just stop acting like this Amelia: I'm not acting like anything, that's the problem Amelia: it's how I feel Jac: You're gonna have to sort it out Jac: it's not healthy for you Jac: or good for us or anyone else Amelia: I said I'll try Jac: you've got to Jac: it's for your own best interest Amelia: yeah Jac: yeah Amelia: 👋

[jkhoya]

Playing with Fire (3)

Pairings: Yoongi x You

Contains: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Cheating

You’re a trainee under Bighit Entertainment, where the boys you loved the most work. For your trainee years, you avoided Min Yoongi so much for a reason, but you had to collab with him before your debut, and that’s when all of it started.

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Hoseok and Jimin insisted to drop you off your house so you had no choice, plus you’re really exhausted so you really thank them for coming up with this idea. 

As you all got outside, you sat at the back. You can’t help but feel nervous and get a little fidgety. But again, the fact that you’re inside a car with Jimin and Hoseok’s driving.. feels so unreal.

You told them your address and Hoseok isn’t that familiar in your village so you were telling him the directions. The ride wasn’t that awkward, Jimin would try to make you laugh but instead, Hoseok’s the one who does it. His laugh is just so contagious so you can’t help but chuckle.

But there’s something really bothering you so you feel like you can’t be that happy right now, you’re still thinking about it even if they tried to comfort you, you still denied that you’re hurt.

That feels so toxic. The fact that you’re being so delusional by loving him so much. You wouldn’t fall for him that hard if you didn’t think you had the chance and that makes you hate yourself more.

“Uhm, so, who’s dating Yoongi?” You hated that you were so curious about it to the point that you couldn’t keep your words to yourself.

Jimin gave a look at Hoseok because he wasn’t sure if he could tell you. You got even more nervous because you feel like you said something wrong. Yes, it is wrong. Whoever he’s dating should be none of your business. You scolded yourself.

“She lives in Daegu. Her name is Heejin. Well, I don’t know if we should be telling you this but I trust you enough that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this.” Hoseok says with a more serious tone. “Oh, of course. I actually regret asking since I think it’s none of my business to know about her. It’s Yoongi’s private life and I respect it.”

“That’s what I like about you Y/N.” Jimin chuckles.

After a few minutes, you’ve already arrived in front of your house so you all had said your goodbyes to each other. “Thank you so much, Hope you go home safely.” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow Y/N.” They both smiled at you and when you got out, “See you tomorrow Y/N, don’t cry too hard or you’ll look goofy tomorrow.” Hoseok says through the window. You giggle a little bit and got inside the building.

You still live with your family in an apartment because you’re still a trainee, and you still don’t have a dorm. Also, living alone would cost so much money. It’s already a little late, this became normal for you, going home with no lights on because your parents already went to bed.

You always went home late and somehow, they got used to it. You’re really busy on being a trainee and you barely bond with them these days, but they understand, they know how being a trainee works.

You’re currently in an empty dance room with Jimin. They’re on a break right now so they’re not that busy. You’re just both chilling, like you both always do.

You told him what happened to Yoongi’s studio and all he did was laugh and smile weirdly. “You’re such a mess Y/N.”

“Look at you! You’re blushing so hard and your story was embarassing.” He teases. You made face at him and rolled your eyes but you’re still smiling. You hate that you couldn’t take the smile off of your face. 

“Okay just let me practice this, You did the demo right? I want it to be perfect when we’re recording so just help me.” 

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You practiced the track with Jimin helping you for about an hour until you both heard the door open, and it’s Hoseok.

“Of course Y/N’s gonna work hard for the track with Yoongi hyung.” He gushed as he came in front of you with a smile on his face.

“No, I always work hard Hobi.” You playfully replied and flipped your hair and they both look like they aren’t convinced.

“Ohhhh, you always work hard, I see.” He replies as he nods. “I ordered some foods, I ordered alot since I think we should celebrate this day!! This is Y/N’s day!!! Love this!!” He exclaimed.

Jimin’s face lit up as he heard the word food. You didn’t, since you’re debuting you’re avoiding to eat alot. You don’t wanna look chubby on your debut.

“I’m on a diet.” You mumbled as they stood up and you’re still sitting.

“No. It’s your cheat day today!” Jimin insists.

“Is it my cheat day?” You sarcastically replied.

“Come on Y/N, You don’t even gain weight that much.” Hoseok pouts. “Fine.” You just gave in like that with them.

You just can’t stand them, you always had a soft spot for them and you always can’t say no when they ask you something. Well, you love them.

You thought you all will be eating at the lounge but you all went to Hoseok’s studio since you’re gonna talk about Yoongi, you can’t make the staff hear you.

The moment that you stepped your foot in Hoseok’s studio, the food's smell welcomed you and you really can't wait to eat. You haven’t eaten properly these past few days so it's kind of a valid reason and you quickly sat down on his sofa and sniffed the food.

"We know your hungry." Hoseok says and sat beside you.

"You know Y/N, I don't see the point of dieting. Such a waste of time." Jimin huffs.

"Oh really, Jimin? Just wait until your comeback." You replied but he just gave you an eye roll.

You all started to eat, you're thankful for Hoseok, if he didn't ask you to eat with them, you wouldn't get to eat your favorite food, Chicken.

For almost 3 years of knowing Hoseok, he surely knows your favorites. He and Jimin would always give you gifts whenever they're back from overseas schedules.

They became a good brothers for you. They always treat you so well and you're thankful for it.

At first, when the staff knew about your friendship with Jimin and him, you got scolded and your contract almost got terminated. But you're thankful they're that powerful to defend you.

You're very thankful that this is the agency you went from the start. They're the best for you, you've heard from other trainees how amazing the agency is. How they had the freedom they didn't experience in other agencies.

You remember being called into the office with Hoseok and Jimin, With their manager and the CEO. They tried to check your phones to read the messages to make sure that you're not dating.

"Checking our phones? Isn't that invasion of privacy? Come on, we're grown men. We know what we're doing." Hoseok grunts.

It's your first time seeing him or hearing him talk in that tone. He's really scary when he's like that, you felt your heart beating so fast. Your palms are sweating, you don't even know if you're nervous because of the CEO or because of Hoseok.

"And why do you think we're dating her? Y'all are so weird, three of us? dating? Your minds are really something." Jimin looks so pissed while those words came out from his mouth. You're so confused, you didn't know they can talk like this to the CEO.

"Jimin, Hoseok, you know our rules." Their manager tried to explain but they look like they don't care, with pissed smirk on their face, they let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, rules. The contract says they're not allowed to date until after a year on their debut. But we're not dating, so what rules are you talking about?"

You remember crying so hard that day, but when you think about it, it feels amazing that it's been so long since that happened.

"You're smiling like an idiot right now Y/N." Hoseok informs you as he takes a bite on his chicken. "Oh, what are you thinking?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. "None of your business."

"She's been weird. She's literally thinking about Yoongi hyung all day." Jimin mentioned. You all heard the door opened.

"Hey, why do I hear my name? Why are you talking about me huh?" As soon as you heard the first word, you froze. It's Yoongi, and your heart's beating so fast again.

"By the way what's the trainee's numbe- Oh, she's here."

Your eyes are wide and you couldn't move an inch. Hoseok and Jimin looked weird, they're smiling so wide and even wiggling their brows. You're thankful that Yoongi isn't looking at them.

"Can I get your number? So we can talk about the track, or like, schedules." He asks shyly, he even has his hand on the back of his neck while asking.

"Oh, sure." You tried to act normal, you don't know if you're gonna say it to him out loud, but he gave you his phone so you just typed your number there.

There's an awkward silence in the studio and you pray that he doesn't feel weird about it.

After you typed and saved your contact, you accidentally pushed the home button so you saw his lockscreen. "Oh sorry." You mumbled as you gave his phone back to him.

"It's fine. Thanks."

"Hyung, you want a bite?" Jimin offers his food to Yoongi so he took a bite from the chicken and ate some rice. "Do you want to eat with us?"

"Nah, I'm just gonna eat later, I'm finishing something. Bye." When he finally got out, Hoseok wheezed.

"What was that??? What WAS that??" He's laughing so hard, you're getting shy.

"Oh sure.." Jimin even tried to copy the way you talked earlier. "Y/N, that's so" They both laughed at you so you just laughed with them too. You knew that both of you were awkward, so you couldn't defend yourself.

"Wait, He just asked your number!"

"Yeah.. cool." You tried to look calm and pretend that you're not exploding inside.

"Cool?" Jimin seems unconvinced. "Okay, OMG ACTUALLY I CAN'T BELIEVE. FOR REAL, I DON'T KNOW I'M FREAKING OUT." They both laughed again as you popped your bubble.

"I feel so.. ugh, I don't knoooow." You can't even explain how you feel since you're feeling so many things.

"I saw his wallpaper though." You added.

"What about it?" Jimin asks. "Does it hurt?"

"A little." You just ate after replying to him because you thought they're gonna scold you. But you're glad they didn't, but Hoseok just let out a sigh.

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As soon as you got home, you talked to your members. You brought them food since you're the oldest and you wanna take care of them.

You kinda feel bad since you rarely bond with them, But it would be okay soon if BTS will have a tour. "Hey guys, have you eaten? I brought foods!"

The members we're playing uno cards and they quickly went to the kitchen to see you. You just watch them ate since Hoseok made you eat alot. You're happy for the fact that eventhough you don't talk to them about your personal life that much, you're still close to them.

"Y/N, How's the track with Yoongi going?" Athena asks. "Well, we haven't recorded it yet."

You all talked about how excited you all to your debut. You also asked about their collaborations with the other BTS members as well, You heard that Chaeyeon will be doing a Hope on the Street with Hoseok.

"I feel like eventhough he looks bubbly, If i make one mistake he'll get mad. I don't know why but I'm scared of him." You laughed because she really looks so terrifies of Hoseok, but it's actually true. He can be scary when it comes to choreography.

"He's completely harmless Chaeyeon-ah. I know you're a good dancer, you won't make him mad." After saying those, you saw her face relax and you're glad she's relieved.

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You're finally in your pjs and you're just lying on your bed, trying to sleep when you heard your phone buzz.

"hi it's yoongi. do you think you can record it tomorrow?"

Your eyes widened and you screamed quietly under your pillow. You feel so happy that you punched your pillow, you even almost flipped your bed. You can't believe Yoongi's texting you right now.

"hi. yes, i can record it tmr. what time?"

"1pm. see you."

"great, see you too. 💕"

You put down your phone, and stared at the ceiling. Why the fuck did I put a heart in my text? Great job, Y/N. He probably thinks you're weird now.

You got so anxious about it. Until you heard another buzz.

"❤"

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Exploring W/ Waiola & Friends

"Hello everyone! I'm back with my girlfriend, Sara, her brother, Frankie, our friend Tino and today we'll be exploring an abandoned house!" Waiola sits on a ledge with her three friends, smiling widely at the camera set up.

"But that's not all!" Tino interrupts her surprise, jump scaring them all. Sara shoved at him, managing to knock him off the ledge they were on.

"That's right, as a bonus, we were going to explore some sewer tunnels, or at least that's what we think they are." The main host of the channel completes the surprise that Tino tried to ruin.

"So while there's still sun around, let's get to it!" Waiola cheers with her friends, all of them rushing the camera.

A transition into the next scene, edited beautifully by a good friend who would rather remain anonymous, revealed the gang walking in a line on a back road, trees decorating the edge of the frame. Chatter echoed a little, coming from these four teenagers. "Tino, you're a clown if I've ever seen one." And they were ganging up on Tino being the wildest one in the group.

"No, he's the whole circus, Way."

They giggle as Tino threatened them, "if you guys don't stop I'll have to remove your femurs, losers."

"Not if I do it first," Frankie's response was as fast as he heard it.

"Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise."

The four teenagers banter like this as the time passed, and not long came before a large house came into their line of vision. Waiola lifts the camera, zooming for a better look at it.

"For a bit of backstory, this house was built for, like, the mayor for our town, way back when it was built. About a hundred years or so, I think. But no one has lived in it for a good decade, for sure." Waiola starts to speak, almost as if it was natural information. Maybe it was.

"No abandoned house looks that good, I'm just saying." Frankie comments, the camera catching a concentrated boy pondering on the outward appearance of the house.

"It's kinda like a museum, Frank. You want tourism to have a leg to stand on? Have something old and touchable, maintain it. I'm just saying, the history teacher went over this like a few days ago." She told him, him rubbing his chin like a philosopher.

"Guys guys guys guys, get in the trees!" Sara hisses, pushing everyone into the wilderness beside them. Everyone panics but stays quiet, watching as an old car wheezes past their line of sight. Several minutes pass, the frame jumping to the scene of them walking again, but dodging trees in their way.

"Tell the viewers what happened, Tino," a voice that's not Waiola, presumably Frankie's, points the camera at the boy. He looks right into the lens as much as he cans, trying to talk in a quiet yet loud voice, if that makes sense.

"So, we found out that the car that passed by us is doing something at the mayor's house. However, because Frankie said we came out all the way out here we might as well-"

"-hold on, I said that? I'm pretty sure it was you, Tino."

"Pretty sure isn't fact, Franklin, and fact is you said that-"

"-Fact is you're a pussy-"

"-you said that we should continue."

Waiola smacks them both on the head, taking the camera away and facing it towards the whole group walking. "Someone complained about how far we came out, so we're going to commit a crime because they didn't want to leave without that. After that, sewers." She finished talking and the screen faded to a different picture.

A picture of the old, yet refined, house that was originally a mayor's home. The white has yet to be repainted, so it looks like an old pale yellow on the outside. Vines curl around the pillars supporting the porch roof. The porch steps seemed to have sported thousands of feet, whether that is true or not, that's left to the porch steps. Window panes gathered dust, or better yet, the window frames are left paneless. The roof looked like someone belly-flopped out of the sky and onto the poor thing.

Needless to say, withering with class.

A shot of the group of friends flashes onto the frame, posing in front of a sign, Carmine Cabins, the official name of the lot.

It transitions over to silent footage of the girls peeking over the bushes, spotting no cars sitting in the gravel. "Alright, we'll check the place for outside cameras, Tino, hold the camera." With that, Waiola and Sara run, ducking well beneath the green hedges surrounding it.

Frankie pulls out puns out of his ass for a solid minute or two before they return, panting ever so slightly. Sara catches her breath first, "no cameras, an opening behind the house, but I'm pretty sure someone is inside."

Tino and Frankie share a look, "you sure there's a person in there?"

"Even if its not fact, I thought I heard someone. Then again, it could've been y'all two I was hearing." Sara started to doubt herself, checking the fresh memory in her brain but everyone starts moving before she's comfortable in that self-doubt.

They try not to crunch too many leaves or branches, but sometimes it can't be helped. Neither can Tino's smartass, apparently, as Waiola smacked him for the third time that day.

"So if we can get in there, then that'll be step one of this be gay do crime agenda, and we can satisfy one demographic of my followers." She flashes a thumbs up to the camera, pointing the camera at her friends as they pull themselves into the house through a somewhat large window. She hands it to her girlfriend, and she slips through as well.

"We're going to have to be quiet for now, so, sorry for no commentary." Waiola whispers, winking at the camera and it fades to a black screen.

The black screen evolves into a scene where Waiola is pointing the camera at Frankie, who's face was utter fear. He mouths some words she doesn't catch. He then makes a running gesture and she agrees, everyone following in suite, quietly though of course. As Tino, the last one to jump out of the window, hits the ground, a shot is released in the air.

"Run!" They shout at him in whispers, dashing for it in the direction of the nearby sewers.

Waiola's lungs burned in her chest, not able to swallow or breathe, and her legs wanted to fall off but they can do that when they're ankle-deep in shit-water. The camera has a view of swinging, thanks to Frankie's expert handling of the camera.

She hears another shot go off, and she ushers them to head down the sloping hill, into the sewer tunnel. Grass is ripped up as they slide down and splash not so gracefully into the tunnel, hiding out in there. They all cover their mouths, leaning against the sewer walls, a little reluctantly.

The group hears one more shot in the distance, before Waiola motions for them to pull out their flashlights out of their packs.

"Alright, time for some sewer exploring, wish us luck!" Waiola smiles tiredly at the camera.

The scene fades seamlessly into a shot of Sara leaning against the wall, holding her leg, and Waiola, the dutiful lover, is worrying over her like mad. "Are you sure we can keep going?" She asks, turning to look over her shoulder to shout at the boys.

"Its a cramp, Way, not some open wound fermenting in sewer water."

"Still! We should be cautious," with that, Waiola then had Tino carry her knapsack while she carried her girlfriend. Yes, she cringed when her wet shoes touched her legs but it was worth it to her, knowing she wasn't hurting herself.

"Alright, I'm tired of this shit."

"Haha, too bad. You're the one who said we had to go to the house, you get to suffer." Tino pouted, flashing the pathway with two flashlights.

The screen fades again, but this time, they're out of the sewers and on the road again, but they're in town, well, the old version of it. "Okay," Waiola huffs, seeming to be in a mood, "the boys were complaining, and what with the guy with the gun, we decided twenty minutes walking in the sewers was enough for the day. Be back in a second with the outro!" She pants, flashing a peace sign at the camera Frankie was holding.

And the screen did black out completely this time, and it was just Waiola and Sara in her backyard, lying in a hammock, napping peacefully for a minute. Then, Waiola gets out, kissing the girl's forehead before grabbing the camera and focusing it on her.

"The boys went home, Sara's staying the night, and I guess that was it? Anyways, thank you guys for watching!" Waiola spews out her outro and when she stopped recording, she let out a breath, returning to her girlfriend's welcoming arms.

"Boys are dumb." She mumbles, and Sara all but nods, leaving the two to their nap.