#He is gonna steal your car keys

[glitchycatforever]

insidious jealous Gato sketches.

(I was bored)

Anyway have a nice day/evening/night 💜

[fakebwitch]

rafe finds your panties in his car [smut, jerking off, perv!rafe]

part two

you had an appointment to get your nails done, rafe was at an important business meeting and couldn't take you, since a friend of his was picking him up his car was in the garage, you asked him if you could use his car, and he said yes.

as you get back you parked the car in the garage, turned off the car while picked up the things you had left scattered around the car, putting them back in the bag, and that's where you had an idea.

you thought, rafe had let you use his car by paying for your new set of nails, you had to somehow thank him. a grin grew on your face as you rose slightly from the seat, your hands went under your skirt finding the elastic band of your panties, you grabbed it pushing it down and once you got to your ankles you pulled them completely off. your grin grew even more as you put the lace panties on the gearshift.

after completing your little work of art, you grabbed your purse and keys, opened the door and got out of the car, locking it. you made your way inside the house, the sound of your heels walking on the floor caught his attention.

"hey baby" he greeted you with a smile, getting up from the couch, "rafeyy" you said immediately running into his arms, he pulled you toward him grabbing you by the hips, 4 hours without seeing him was too much for your liking. "how did it go?" he asked with a smile at your clinginess as his hand gently stroked your back, "all good" you replied pulling away from him slightly with a smile, showing him your nails.

"they're perfect baby" he said as he looked at them carefully, he knew you didn’t play about your nails, "i know, aren't they?" you said with a smile turning your hand toward you, looking back at the design for the twentieth time.

you slipped your hand into your jacket pocket pulling out his car keys, "here they are" you said shaking them in front of his face, he grabbed them as you said "thank you so much baby, i love you" you said giving him a kiss, he smiled into the kiss as he whispered "i love you too".

as he deepened the kiss in your head you couldn't help but think of the little surprise you had left for him in the car, just waiting for him to find out. you knew very well that he loved your lingerie, one way or another he was always trying to steal some panties from you so he could keep them when, as he said, “he needed them," and you also knew what for.

the next morning rafe woke up early, he had to attend another business meeting. it was a stressful week, he was full of commitments regarding work finding himself having little time to spend with you. he grabbed the keys of his car as he yawned while heading to the garage, the phone rang in his pocket causing him to sigh as he rolled his eyes, he took it in his hands reading the name of the contact who was calling him, he sighed again deciding to answer it, it was one of the men he was in business with.

"hey, what's up?" said rafe trying to sound as unbothered as possible, the last thing he wanted to do right now was to have a call regarding the various problems that kept coming up. as the man took up the conversation, explaining that business would slow down for reasons he would list for him later, rafe opened the garage door, letting out occasionals little "mhm."

he pulled out his car keys, pressed the button and without looking inside the car opened the door and sat down. "yes, i was aware of that, i just talked to hollis about it yesterday and we both agreed that..." he froze when out of the corner of his eye he saw something white that caught his attention, he shifted his eyes to the mysterious object.

he took a deep breath realizing it was your underwear.

“rafe? are you still there?" the man's voice rang on the other side of the phone, rafe took a few more seconds to look at the piece of underwear and then answered, "y-yeah i'm here sorry, actually i'm kinda busy right now, i'm gonna call you when i'm free" he quickly came up with, wanting to end the call as soon as possible.

"oka-"

before the man could’ve finished rafe immediately hang up. his hands reached out to grab the garment, his fingers rubbed the lace. he looked at the inner part, that was in contact with your pussy, noticing a small wet spot, he didn't think about it for a second and brought the panty closer to his face, his nose made contact with the fabric, inhaling strongly as your smell flooded his nostrils. you just knew how to drive him crazy.

he couldn't help but think about being between your legs as he continued to breathe in your scent, making you feel good as your hands pushed him closer to your pussy, his cock twitching at the thought of having his lips on your wet folds.

as he kept the panties close to his face, with his free hand he quickly untied his belt, unbuttoned his pants pushing them down just enough along with his underwear to get his now semi-hard cock out. his head thought of your sweet taste, your little whimpers when he overstimulated you too much as your smell intoxicated his brain.

with his right hand he began to lightly rub his length, little sounds escaped his lips, muffled by the fabric of your panties. he went further as with his thumb he stroked the tip, pink and swollen, screaming to be inside you, his hand tightened even more around his shaft quickly rubbing the part just below the tip, it drove him crazy.

he kept rubbing as he imagined his hand was yours, little drops of pre cum were coming out of his tip, mixing with his rapidly working hands, creating obscene wet sounds.

his wrist beginning to ache, from how fast he was moving, as he lingered for a few seconds with his thumb, rubbing the tip. he was a mess of moans, his legs twitching as his breathing grew deeper and deeper, his body temperature now crazy.

he moved your panties away from his face and wrapped them around his cock as he resumed rubbing his hard cock with his hand, continuous whimpers escaped his lips as the lace rubbed against the delicate veins of his cock.

"fuuuuck" he breathed, he didn't think he could hold back much longer. he pushed his hips upward as his hand worked up and down his length, his head turned back as continuous moans mixed with cursing escaped his lips.

"h-holy shiit..." he murmured through clenched teeth, the rough fabric of the lace touching the soft tip of his cock made him shudder, his cock throbbing in his hands, eager to cum as soon as possible.

he was in pure ectasy, totally overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing, the only image in his head at that moment was you, and you were helping him finish himself off. "oh y/n please..." he said almost crying, his voice cracked with pleasure as his hand moved even faster down the length, he hadn't even realized he had begged you when you weren't even there.

as his hand tightened around the tip, images of you filled his head, thinking about the way your eyes looked at him every time he thrust into you mercilessly, the way your tits bounced as his body slammed into yours, as his hand grabbed your neck making your eyes roll as he pushed you to the edge, that image was enough to make his cock cum.

"oh fuck me...." he managed to say as his hand moved slower, riding his high, moans and whining came from his lips as he pressed the tip making sure not a drop of his liquid was wasted.

half of it was on his hands, but most of it had ended up on your panties. he let go his grip on his cock, feeling overstimulated as he tried to catch his breath. realization hit him soon after, realizing the 'obscenity of the act he had just performed.

did he regret it? no. had it been one of the best handjobs? yes.

[endzithefangirl]

"I'm gong to put 'being a WAG' on my CV"

Authors note: Here's a little Max Verstappen x TechCEO!Reader. Bet you didn't see that comng. Anyway, got the idea for this a few days ago, and I guess my love of Italian food made me finish this

Summary: Max's new relatioship causes a social media stir, but the new couple couldn't care less whilst in Italy.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, female reader, famous reader

Word count: 2k

You understood it, to a degree. Max had just broken off a three-year-long relationship right before summer break, and now suddenly he was spending the summer with you. Now you’re at the paddock... No wonder people thought there was some crossover.

The truth? You two met last New Year's at a party for some sporting event. You, being one of the sponsors for your country's national sports committee, were invited, and Max... well, Max was Max Verstappen. You hit it off, exchanged numbers, showed him around your company a few times, and took him to all of your favorite restaurants in NYC. But you knew he had a girlfriend; everyone knew. And he was taking care of her kid too.

That breakup was hard on him. He had stopped loving her, but he couldn't just kick a woman and her kid out of his house. Max waited for them to have a huge fight, and then they just... broke up. And to your surprise, he was in New York the next day, saying that he needed someone to talk to. Bullshit. You knew he liked you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come all the way here 'just to talk.'

But here you were, in Italy, spending time with him before Monza. You were currently typing away on your phone, trying to make peace in the finance department. Max glanced up from his phone every so often, stealing peeks at you while grinning.

He had never quite been so into someone like you. You were smart, funny, talented, pretty, and on top of all that - you were also rich. But you were also the most challenging girl to flirt with Max had ever met.

"You look like you could use a break," he said, after watching you tap away at your work laptop for a few minutes.

"Probably. What's the point of having interns if they don't do anything?"

"Then you should consider hiring me; I'm pretty good at helping out," Max teased, looking up from his phone and sending you a cheeky smile. He loved a woman who was in power, who knew what she was doing, and he could tell you were used to being the boss. "Come on, take a break. You know you deserve it," Max encouraged, resting his hand on top of yours to stop you from working some more.

"I guess I could eat…" You say, closing your laptop. "I saw on Google Maps that there’s a nice pizza place down the road. We can go if you’re hungry.”

Max smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m starving; let’s go,” he said, reaching for the car keys.

“No, it’s okay, let’s walk,” you stop him. He turned towards you, slightly confused. Usually, women would give anything to drive around with Max Verstappen. Maybe that’s just what makes you special.

The two of you walked out of the hotel, your bodyguard Lenny standing outside the door. The tall, muscular man just nodded as the two of you entered the elevator. Max found it funny that you preferred Lenny guard your stuff more than you. Especially the laptop. He sometimes wondered what you kept in there...

“Is Pierre gonna be at the race?” you asked as you exited the building, breaking the silence.

Max’s head snapped towards you, and he raised his brow. “Uh, yes, of course he is… Why?”

“Because I want to see Kika.”

“Oh, so she’s your secret F1 crush, eh?” Max said, relaxing.

You laughed. “Pierre is a solid seven with a better haircut. Kika is a twelve on a bad day.”

As you got to the bigger streets, you started to understand why Max drove everywhere. Unlike you, who were a chiller and niche celebrity, despite being incredibly rich, Max was a real superstar. Your short walk to the pizza shop became a fan meet and greet, with people coming up to you every three seconds and asking for photos.

“Is this your girlfriend?” one of the people asking for a picture asked. As you finished taking the photo, you noticed Max’s slightly flustered face as he heard the question. He stumbled, but you answered with a simple “Yeah.”

As you arrived at the restaurant, you noticed that Max was staring at you. He seemed… surprised. You laughed at his facial expression. The sound of your laugh calmed him instantly, his heartbeat beginning to return to normal. Max cursed himself in his head; he was better than this. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is it something I said?"

Max ran a hand through his hair, feeling his cheeks heating up slightly. "No, no... Not really," he reassured you, trying to sound casual. "I was just... thinking."

"Okay, well I'm thinking about the food. I think a Vesuvius sounds great right now."

Max chuckled and quickly glanced down at the menu to hide his embarrassment. "Vesuvius? What the hell is a Vesuvius?" he asked, though his eyes scanned down the menu, searching for it.

"It's a type of pizza," you teased. "It's been like three minutes; have you not even skimmed the menu?"

Max fidgeted under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again. "What?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You tell me. Why are you staring?" Max shook his head, glancing up at you questioningly. He had no idea what you were thinking about. "No... What are you thinking about?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"There are pots from 4000 years ago found in ancient Egypt that are made out of an incredibly difficult to manage material and are cut to such perfection that they balance on their round bottom."

Max's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was expecting something totally different. Something that had at least a little bit to do with him. He chuckled, still somewhat surprised as he studied your face. "Where did that come from?" he asked incredulously.

"The Egyptians. They were like, cooking pots and stuff. Royal cooking pots probably, but still," you teased.

Max chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're thinking about cooking pots, and here I am, just trying to figure out what I did to make you say that we're together so casually."

"What do you mean? Are we not together?"

"Well, of course we're together," Max said, his voice taking on a more serious tone now. He glanced around the restaurant briefly, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "I just... I didn't expect you to say it so casually," he said, his eyes meeting yours again.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know we were keeping it a secret. I mean, I was at the paddock and all last time, and I took days off work to come to this race—"

Max shook his head, realizing you completely misunderstood what he was saying. "No, no, it's not that... I just..." he began, struggling to find the right words. He took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. "It's just... you're so casual about it... and I'm... a bit too flustered for my own good," he admitted, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.

You softened up a bit. "Oh, okay, I get it. It was just a bit too shocking for you... Yeah, sorry."

Max felt his heartbeat a little faster when you softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it was a bit... unexpected for me," he chuckled, feeling somewhat silly for being so flustered. "But it's fine, honestly."

"Do you think my stomach is gonna have space for gelato later? There's a really good gelateria; I can see it from the window... They make the ones with the macarons..."

Max chuckled, loving how you were so excited about the gelato. "Well, based on the amount of pizza you usually eat," he teased, a smirk on his face. "I'd say you're probably fine."

"No, they put the macarons on the gelato."

"On the gelato?" Max repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"I've never heard of such a thing," he said, leaning forward to get a better look out the window at the gelateria you were talking about. "Well, in that case," he said with a grin, "we're definitely going there for dessert."

After eating so much that your belts barely held, you came back to the hotel, Lenny greeting you at the door as usual. Max's stomach was stuffed to the brim, but he was in such a good mood from the good food and even better company, he didn't even care. He walked back into the hotel together with you, his hand still holding yours. Lenny greeted the two of you as usual, but Max couldn't help but notice the way Lenny looked at you, like he was analyzing you.

"All good, Len. You go to your room for the night," you said to Lenny. He nodded, smiled at the both of you, and then went off. Max watched as Lenny walked off, then turned to you, a small frown on his face.

"He was looking at you funny," he said, a protective edge to his voice.

"He thinks it's funny. That I'm dating a Formula 1 driver."

"What's so funny about that?" he protested, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "He just... I don't know, he's a big fan of yours I don't think he's processed it yet". Max's frown relaxed as you explained it, his ego immediately soothed a bit. Of course he was a big fan of his, who wasn't?

"Oh, so he's a big fan?" he teased, a hint of pride and cockiness in his voice.

You take your shoes off and lay on the bed, your stomach bloated from all the good food "Yeah. Talk to him a bit, I think it'll make him happy" You let out groan as you move "I hate you Italy. You has so much good food... I love it though"

Max chuckled, watching as you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed, your stomach protesting the amount of food you just had. "You're such a drama queen sometimes," he teased, grinning as he took off his shoes as well and joined you on the bed. He lays down beside you, running a hand over your bloated stomach. "You'll be fine," he said, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh, you know what I saw on TikTok?"

Max raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his hand now resting on your stomach. He didn't typically pay too much attention to TikTok, but he was more than happy to listen to you.

"What did you see?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.

"Well first of all, I'm a WAG now. Thank you for that, I will be putting that on my CV. But second, they liked that I was wearing Red Bull merch. I thought they wouldn't like it, but they did"

Max chuckled as you spoke, amused by how casually you mentioned being a WAG, and how seriously you were taking the fact that you were wearing Red Bull merchandise. "Well, of course they liked it," he said with a smirk. "You were wearing the merch of the best team out there."

He gave you a smug look, his hand moving up and tracing a lazy pattern on your stomach. "Not to mention the merch of the best driver out there."

[ki-yomii]

down on you | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.5k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, hair pulling, standing missionary, rough sex, porn w/ plot, mafia!jk, detective!reader, established relationship, mild angst, mild violence ➥ summary | It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all. ➥ notes | the mafia!jk au no one asked for aka an excuse to write smut w/ feeling lol.

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On his knees staring down the barrel of a loaded gun with a mouthful of blood, he knows this is the end of the line. He’s going to die like a rat in the gutter - no mercy to be found, loopholes to exploit or bribes to be made.

This is the real deal, and there’s no coming back.

Judgement Day comes in the form of a man with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk: Golden, the deadliest guard dog of the underground.

Credited with dozens of hits, you won’t know he’s there until it’s too late. Trying to keep him pinned is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, or a whisper on the wind.

And you won’t know he’s coming until you feel the breath on the back of your neck, hear the crack of a bullet ringing in your ears.

Belonging to one of the most powerful men in the world: Kim Namjoon, he’s more war machine than man.

“Go ahead, do it!” He spits at Golden’s feet, a mess of blood and drool staining the crisp leather of his combat boots. “Killing me won’t change a goddamn thing.”

A coy smile tugs at Golden’s mouth, his grin all sharp teeth and violence. He stays where he stands, his silhouette haloed by distant streetlights.

Water laps at the docks, the tang of salt heavy in the mid-summer Seoul air. There’s no rush; they both know he’ll be dead and dumped just like all the rest of the garbage in this rotting city.

“Come on, you prick! Pull the fucking trigger already.”

Golden cocks his head, and hums in the back of his throat. 

“Tch! I hope you’ve got a lot of bullets - we’re gonna knock the crown off Kim’s head one way or another.”

Golden thumbs at the safety of his gun, the barrel glinting through the shadows. “Ahh, is that what you think?” He shrugs, a lazy ripple of muscle. “Well, I have to say: I’d love to see you try.”

The night is shattered by the resounding crack of a gunshot and an echoing splash of something heavy dropping into the water below.

You climb out of the nondescript government-issue car. The faintest tremble of your fingers nearly gives you away but you’re able to reign in the impulse to smooth your hands over your clothes at the last second.

Showing weakness is the last thing you need to be doing right now.

Especially here.

Right in front of where you’ve parked - shoved between two looming apartment complexes - sits a quaint, vintage building. The rough brick face is at odds with the sleek surroundings, but tinted windows keep prying eyes at bay while the classy signing hanging above the door reads The Red Bullet written in caps.

If you didn’t know better, it would be hard to believe this otherwise mundane storefront is a cover for one of the most dangerous international organizations based out of South Korea.

Not only do they hold the keys to the kingdom, but their success is largely in part because they spearhead operations from government espionage all the way to simple blackmail.

Even though it’s been several months since you darkened its doorstep, the familiar sight is enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Send your heart galloping into a tailspin as your stomach swoops.

While time away helped clear your head of stolen kisses and promises whispered in dark rooms, it also drove the longing bone deep.

In those quiet moments to yourself, when you have nothing else to distract from how lonely you are, you miss this place like one misses a limb.

You didn’t realize how attached you were to these four walls until it was too late: the hazy air filled with whorls of smoke, the overhead lights that bathe everything in red, the plush chairs you spent many nights sprawled across, the glossy black stages.

You don’t know how, you don’t know when but at some point it (he) started feeling like home. A luxury you can’t afford. Not again. After all, if you give in, any progress you made outside of his gravitational pull will be for naught.

Which puts you in a dangerous position as you find yourself back where it began; feelings at war with duty, mind vs heart. Because even if it leads you to a place you could go a million years without ever seeing again, you have to follow the trail of bodies.

A bouncer grants you access, the heavy door slamming shut behind you like a death knell as he herds you towards the back of the club.

It’s outside of official operating hours but it’s no less busy inside, men and women alike in scattered conversation as you pass through.

“It’s nice to see you again,” the bouncer murmurs, chancing a quick glance at your profile. “Been a while.”

You swallow, gaze darting down to your shoes. “Ah - yeah… Got busy with work. It’s - it’s nice to see you too.”

The small talk fizzles out, a snuffed candle as you arrive at a cordoned off room, “Here we are. Mr Kim is already expecting you.”

Any further pleasantries grow stale on your tongue as you enter the private booth, fighting against the lump in your throat to manage a hoarse ‘thank you’.

And then you find yourself left alone with the man himself, Kim Namjoon. He’s as intimidating as you remember, lounging back into the leather booth with his ankles crossed.

A lukewarm smile stretches across his lips, the slightest hint of a dimple peeking out from the valley of his cheek. Standing at attention on either side of his reposing form are two massive bodyguards. Their hands rest on the butts of their guns, daring any who enter to try and make a move.

“It’s good to see you again. But I gotta ask - what’s the occasion, Detective?” Namjoon hums. “I thought we were past all this.” He waves a nebulous hand between your bodies. “After all, you’re practically family.”

You ignore the hidden barb with a wince. “Mr Kim, you know why I’m here.”

“I used to know why a long time ago.” A well-groomed brow raises, his gaze glacial as it spears you in place. “But now I’m not so sure.”

“Please, Mr Kim. I don’t want to make this more difficult than it is. I just need to know about the man they fished out of the harbor, and then I’ll be on my way. So… who was he?”

Namjoon scoffs. “What makes you think I know more than the police?”

There’s a flash of a smirk, barely noticed, before his face returns to its neutral expression. As calm and cool as a placid river. “A john’s a john. What I do want to know is why you care so much?”

The underlying question is clear; why are you really here?

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss such matters with civillians.”

“Oh? So I’m a civilian now.” His expression is not unlike the cat that caught the canary: vicious and delighting in the discomfort his evasions are causing. “Gotta say that’s a new one for me.”

Sighing in defeat, you say, “Alright, enough. I get it. I’m wasting my time with you. Let me ask this instead: where is he?” 

“He doesn’t know any more about this than I do,” he says, waving a blase hand towards a door off to the left, “But if you insist, you can find him in the office. Oh, and Detective?”

“...Yes?”

“Take your time, I’ll be out on business all afternoon.”

With a curt nod, you flee the room amid low-throated chuckles and enter the office. Standing near the desk, his broad back turned towards the door, you find the man you simultaneously want to see the most and run from the fastest.

He turns around, the muscles of his back rippling with the movement. Your breath stutters in your chest, and you nearly swallow your tongue as your eyes trace over the cut of his body.

The moment your eyes meet, those many months spent cultivating time and distance turn to ash. You forgot how even the mere sight of him affects you, any resistance to his many charms virtually nonexistent as the world falls away.

Rich, coffee dark; his gaze sucks you in until it’s all you can do not to reach out, to brush your fingers over his edges and feel them soften beneath your palms.

Rocking back on your heels, you clear your throat and glance to the side as you remain standing in the entryway, more than a little off-kilter.

Coming back after so long apart, only to find him the same as the day you left… How do you reconcile everything that’s changed with everything that was?

“Well, hello there.” Jungkook croons, leaning his hip against the corner of the desk with a roll of his shoulders. His arms cross over the trunk of his chest, accentuating the bulk of his chest, the flex of inked bicep. “Long time no see.”

Shifting, you gulp. “Ah - yeah…”

The burn of his gaze - a palpable sensation prickling across your skin - tracks a path from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he gives you a thorough once-over.

“You’re looking good,” Jungkook hums in approval, “real good. I’ve missed those pretty eyes of yours.”

“You - you too.”

Your attention doesn’t know where to settle: drifting from the curve of his shoulders to the jut of his bloody knuckles, the tuck of his trim hips to the thick-soled combat boots.

Tiny hairs at the back of your neck stand on end, and your palms slick with sweat.

“I mean, you look… y’know, uh, good too.”

A flash of a crooked smirk, the raising of a pierced brow gets your blood pumping, your heart tattooing a rhythm against your ribs. Emboldens you to reach back with shaky fingers to turn the lock. The sound grates down your spine, bolts of anticipation slicing through you.

It was dumb to think coming here, seeing him again, would end any other way than his taste on your tongue and his cock in your cunt. Hope makes fools of us all.

Should’ve known better but you’d been hopeful those days were long behind you. Now you realize it was inevitable.

After all, Jungkook is magnetic.

The black hole at the center of your universe, consuming everything in its path until he’s what remains in your head, your heart. You’re helpless, ceaselessly drawn to him like a moth to flame.

And try as you might, you can’t say no to a face like that.

Never could, in fact.

Failure to extract yourself from his orbit during your not-relationship is nothing new. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it difficult.

After all, you still have some dignity intact.

So try, try, try again.

“Ahem.” You try to banish the heat from your cheeks, guiding the conversation into the correct territory. “I’m not here on a-a social call, Jeon. I need to know: were you the one that killed and dumped the john in the harbor?”

Stalking closer, a lazy jungle cat on the prowl, Jungkook crosses the distance between you. He only stops once your bodies brush with every labored inhale. Heat radiates from him, and you’re achingly aware of every point of contact.

The light scent of his cologne teases your nose, and his eyes - god, his eyes. They’re shaded and hungry, devouring your expression with single-minded possessiveness. 

“What makes you think I know anything about that?”

“Jeon -- Jungkook.”

He hums.

Your heart thrums, pulse rushing hard through your head until you feel faint, blood surging the longer you stay in close contact. The shameful clench of your cunt makes your cheeks burn all the brighter.

The last time you were looking up at him like this, his hand was on your jaw while his cock thrust balls deep.

“C’mon, you know that isn’t going to work. This is me you’re talking to, not some rookie.”

“Mm,” he purrs, “it is you I’m talking to, isn’t it?”

You manage to bite back the groan but can’t stop your eyes from rolling even if there’s the slightest hint of a stutter when you reply, “Please, I just need to know if you killed him.”

Jungkook looms tall and proud, crowding closer. “And if I did, baby?” he asks.

Instinctively you back up, only to be followed step by step. A game of cat and mouse that finds you pinned against the wall before long. With nowhere to run, you watch, heart in your throat, as Jungkook dips his dark head.

His nose runs along the length of your neck, breath puffing across your sensitive skin as he inhales the pleasant scent of your perfume.

“I - I…”

“Would you see me in handcuffs?” His lips caress the underside of your jaw, a soft groan escaping him. “… C’mon, answer me. Would you?”

“I would - if I had to.”

As much as you wish that was true, you know in your heart of heart's you would do everything in your power to make sure that never happens.

No matter how much you like to think you’d do the right thing when push comes to shove, you’d choose him a thousand times over.

His eyes dance playfully. “Careful, I might like it.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” you say with a snort.

Jungkook chuckles low and warm, using the arm around your waist to tug you into the safety of his body. The softness of your breasts presses into the hard planes of his chest, your nipples pebbling through the thin cotton shirt you wear.

With a deep-throated groan, his hands encircle the curves of your hips as a thickly muscled thigh slots between yours.

An answering quiet sigh gets his blood pumping and his cock twitching.

“Mm, something tells me you’d enjoy it just as much, Detective.”

The use of your title is a rude awakening.

“Jungkook,” You warn, moving to push him away. Only once you start touching him, you can’t stop. His muscles flex beneath your curious fingertips. “We really shouldn’t.”

You’re sure if he could, Jungkook would spend days worshipping between your thighs, velvet heat wrapped around his tongue and hands in his hair as he brings you to peak again and again until you’re a sobbing, sopping, boneless mess beneath him.

“Come on, I know you want me - that you’ve missed me. I can see it in your eyes.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, tongue flickering out for a brief taste before a rough thumb skates across your bottom lip, tugging down to expose your teeth, the glitter of your tongue as it darts out to flick over the pad of his finger..

“I’ve certainly missed you, baby. Want me to show you?”

Even though you refuse to admit anything out loud, you can’t help but angle your throat back and grind into his hips pressed against yours.

Jungkook tsks, “That’s alright. I’ll get that pretty mouth open one way or another.”

Before you can retort, a mouth swoops down to fuse with yours in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. A low, broken moan punches from your chest.

Reaching up, your fingers sink into the mane of dark hair that brushes the cut of Jungkook’s jaw. Soft, thick, and wavy in your grip; you tug at the roots.

Jungkook hisses. 

Teeth nip at your lip, kittenish licks soothing away the string as blood bursts across your tongues. The thigh shoved between yours grinds up with every wet, sloppy pass of your lips.

Thick muscle spreads your pussy open through the thin slacks of your work uniform. Sparks of pleasure dance down your spine with every rock against your swollen clit.

“S-Shit!” Your shoulders curl in, a shudder jerking through you. “K-Kook, I… !”

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Jungkook growls, rutting his cock against the jut of your hip. The wet patch you’re making on his jeans grows larger with every filthy grind. “You’ve been gone too fucking long. Never again, you hear me?”

You claw at his shoulders, stuttering out, “there’s noth-ing you can do t’stop me.”

“If you don’t come back to me,” his eyes are dark and stormy, voice whiskey rough, “I’ll find you.”

It’s not a threat - it’s a promise.

“Then make sure I never want to leave,” you challenge breathlessly, staring into his blown out pupils, “Make me want to stay.”

Above all else, you think.

The words are barely past your lips when Jungkook accepts your challenge with gusto (just like you knew he would). Without delay, he thumbs open the button on your pants.

Refusing to let you look away, Jungkook yanks them to your feet and swings you up into his arms one-handed. They hang from your ankle like a chain.

Your surprised squeak is quickly swallowed up by a moan when he settles you over the bulge in his pants, your cunt hovering over his erection.

The heat of his skin sinks through the thin cotton of your panties, so, so close to where you need him. Slick soaks into the fabric, and clings to your inner thighs.

Every shift is a smooth, sticky glide of folds that stirs, and stokes the ember of desire smoldering behind your navel.

“Kook,” you breathe. “Please.”

Your head rolls back, and you sag into his chest. Your hips twitch in pathetic little attempts, trying to get pressure where you need it. Having him hot and hard and all for you; any distance between you is suddenly unbearable.

He needs to spread you wide and stuff you full with every inch of his thick cock until he’s so deep you won’t be able to walk for days.

“Shh baby, I’ll give you what you want,” he says, gaze heavy and possessive. “I’m gonna ruin you so good, you’ll have no choice but to come back. You’re mine.”

“Says who?”

“Hmm. You don’t think you are?”

Nibbling on your ear, Jungkook slips a finger under the hem of your panties. He smirks when you keen, rubbing his knuckle up and down your sloppy folds with teasing pressure.

“How about I show you what your body already knows?”

Wasting no time, he lifts you off his cock, the scrap of cloth fluttering to the ground. His free hand dives between your bodies. Then comes the clink of a belt, the sound of a zipper pulling down.

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, your body coiled with anticipation as your stomach swoops at the brush of his fingers along the underside of your thigh.

“Look so pretty like this, baby.” Jungkook twists his wrist, hips arching back. “And it’s all for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside this pretty pussy.”

Any response dies on your tongue, brain short-circuiting as the slick, fat cockhead rubs along your slit. Pressing against your entrance the slightest bit before slipping up to nudge at your clit - coating himself up in your sticky juices.

The ultimate tease - something Jungkook’s always been overly fond of doing until you’re out of your mind with desperation.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, cheeks on fire and eyes half-lidded as you circle your hips. “Stop playing around. I want it - want you, Kook.”

“Oh, baby,” he smiles, ducking down to kiss your forehead. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

You can’t stifle the broken sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Liquid fire surges through your veins, a thousand bolts of lightening crackling beneath the surface of your skin. Your pussy is tender, swollen. Walls fluttering in time with your heartbeat. 

“Ha, you’re so needy for me.”

Jungkook’s lips brush away the moisture around your eyes, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the base of your spine. All the while, his torturous grinding never ceases.

“Aren’t you?”

You croak, “I can’t – Kook, please. Anything, I’ll do anything you want just fuck me.”

The flash of his eyes is your only warning before he’s right there, your walls embracing the girth of his erection inch by inch. Every ridge, every jerk as he seats himself as deep inside your silken heat as he can is absolute heaven.

The stretch as you take him to the hilt sends you careening towards the edge, eyes rolling back and toes curling in your shoes.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” you whimper.

“Shit!” Jungkook grits his teeth, squeezing the base of his cock as you tighten  around him. With every deep inhale, his pelvis brushes your swollen, needy clit. “Forgot how good you feel wrapped around my dick, baby.”

“Me too,” You gasp, tightening your legs around Jungkook’s hips.”Me too, Kook.”

Dropping his forehead to yours, he says gruffly, “‘m not gonna last long.”

Making a noise of acknowledgement, you wiggle your hips. Sinking your teeth into the side of Jungkook’s jaw, you bite and suck at his skin, wanting to leave a mark to remember you by. His reaction is instantaneous, releasing the grip on his shaft to grab a fist full of hair.

He yanks back.

The long, elegant line of your throat is exposed to his butterfly kisses and scolding love bites.

“Now you’ve really asked for it,” Jungkook huffs out with a dirty chuckle.

“Then give it to me.” You lick your puffy lips, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. “Show me who I belong to.”  

The brewing hurricane in his eyes is unleashed. Wide palms and strong fingers grip your hips so tight you feel bones grind together. His stance widens, his unwavering gaze locking onto your face, brow pinched, and mouth slack.

His lip piercing glints in the light, his tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip. Dark curls tussle about his head, a wild halo that sweeps down into the burning umber of his eyes.

Helpless, you succumb - enchanted by the darkness peering at you from behind those dangerous eyes. He’s ethereal; a siren song that threatens to drown you, swallow you whole.

You’d happily let him, you realize with a shiver.

It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all.

“Hold on tight,” Jungkook says, hooking his hands under your bottom. 

And then, he’s jackhammering into your cunt so hard and fast all you can do is hold on for the ride. Punch drunk and moaning as he manhandles you how he likes, spreads you wide and stuffs you full until you’re panting for breath and clinging to sanity by your fingernails.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Look how well your pretty pussy always takes my fat cock.”

His low voice whispering filthy praises in your ear makes you whimper, whine, and writhe as the band of pleasure coiling tight in your belly comes close to snapping. It’s the fastest he’s ever fucked an orgasm out of you, and it feels so good you don’t even care.

The pace is brutal, slamming into you so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your hips come morning. But it’ll be so fucking worth it. You’re going to cum hard and long, you just know it.

About to melt as Jungkook fucks the slick out of you, groaning as you drip down the base of his cock, his balls - his very own pretty little mess.

“Yeah, you gonna cum, baby?” he laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to the side of your face. “Can feel how - haaah shit - how tight you’re squeezing me.”

“Uh-huh,” you cry, holding onto the tops of his wide shoulders. Every thrust has his cockhead dragging over the spongy patch of your g-spot, sending fissions of pleasure rocketing through your nervous system. “So - so close, baby. Just a little more, I--”

Balancing yourself, you lift up only to slam back down, meeting Jungkook’s thrust with all the force of gravity. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Crashing over you like a tsunami, your orgasm shoots through your limbs and zips down your spine. A warm rush of cum soaks Jungkook’s shaft, the wet and messy sound of your squirt splashing against the floor secondary to the cry that claws its way out of your throat.

“K-Kook!”

Jungkook grunts, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he helps you keep bouncing up and down on his erection. “Yeah, that’s it - keep going, baby. Wanna feel you keep cumming all over this cock.”

Aftershocks slice through you like lightning, tiny jolts of electricity. As you come down from your high, your gummy walls pulse, milking at Jungkook’s thick shaft.

He groans softly whenever your muscles tense, release; your body a worn-out rubber band as your breath stutters from you.

Then a hand pets down your flank, your skin shivering with hypersensitivity at the tender touch. “S’okay. Just breathe, baby.”

Peeling open your heavy eyes, you look up at his face. Take in the crinkle of his brow and the ravenous expression. Even floating on a sea of bliss, white noise fills your ears, you want more.

You slur, determined, “Kook, baby, please. Cum in me, want you s’bad.”

“Fuck! Can’t just say shit like that to me or I…” Jungkook bites down onto the tender crook of your neck, muffling his grunts in your flesh. “Shit - ’m so --”

You cry out, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders, “A-haah, K-Kook!”

Snapping his hips forward one last time, Jungkook grinds as deep as he can get and lets go. The fat head of his cock kisses your cervix, his length throbbing in time with his heartbeat as a rush of cum floods your insides.

“Yeah, just like that,” he grunts, rutting once - twice into the cradle of your body, “take it like a good girl.”

He croons when you whine at the press of his pelvis against your oversensitive clit. Thready sparks of pain shoot down your legs that hang limply over his forearms. Every breath stutters from your lungs, slow and deep.

“No more, can’t - can’t…” Shifting, you arch your spine and burrow your head into his chest, nearly catatonic in his arms. “S’too much.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” Fingers brush over your closed eyelids, smoothing over the arch of your brow. With every kiss dropped to the top of your head, he mumbles in dulcet tones, “I really have missed you, you know.”

You mewl in response as strong fingers knead the backs of your thighs.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

“Oh,” you can’t muster up enough energy to say anything more, body tender and trembling with little aftershocks, “s’that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He chuckles. “You’re staying here - right where I want you.”

In lieu of a response, you pick your head up off the pillow of his chest and seek out his gaze. Liquid soft; he’s looking at you like you hung the world on a string.

“I’ve missed you too, Kook,” you say with a gentle smile.

You’ll allow yourself this moment of weakness when there’s no space between your bodies or hearts. Titles don’t matter much when he’s cradling you to his chest like a piece of precious china.

Between the two of us, you’re the one who hung the moon and stars, you think while combing back his sweaty bangs.

And I think I love you, you whisper voiceless against his lips.

[p0mko100]

complacent - feat. itoshi rin

w/c: 2.5k

synopsis : your brother's friend, rin, comes over after a match to analyse their plays together and hang out. you're busy yelling at your teammates in-game when rin comes in to teach you how to properly aim.

info : NSFW, dom!rin x fem!reader, oneshot, brother's best friend au, smut, gamer!reader, pet names (bunny, princess, good/pretty girl), unprotected sex, slight dry humping, swearing, marking/hickeys, slightly jealous rin, feat. gamer friend!nagi

other : this is my first time uploading my fics here hehe, hope you enjoy!

"Nagi, can you properly smoke off A site for me next time?" The annoyance in your voice seethes through each word.

"M'kay but only if you properly defend the site next time" He retorts.

"Fuck you, Nagi." You sigh, "I'll be back, don't start another match without me I'm gonna get some water". Nagi hums in response as you hear the faint sounds of a Reddit storytime through your headset.

You mute your mic before standing up and stretching your legs, your whole body shaking from the sudden movement. The fabric of your t-shirt reaches your mid-thigh as you ease your body back down. The absence of shorts was so freeing, especially in the brisk afternoons of the blossoming spring season. Unfortunately, your door hinges have been broken ever since you slammed it a little too hard. So when you pull the door open wider, the brief thought of your brother and his friend coming back from their football match enters your mind. You sneak a glance from out of your room, searching for any sign that they're still here when you notice your brother's car keys missing from the bowl near the front door.

Grabbing the empty cup in your room, you step out onto the cold floor of your house with your sights on the kitchen pantry with its newly stocked snacks. With a smile creeping on your face, you open the pantry only to be greeted with… Kikkoman soy sauce and an open multi-pack of instant ramen. The disappointment bites into your stomach. ‘I’ll just steal some of his food when he comes back’ your mind is already planning what he might bring home for himself you.

Luckily, you’re prepared for your annoying brother to do annoying things. Pushing past the random assortment of ingredients and sauces you reach into the cupboard for your hidden stash. You grab your snack and turn around to refill your cup with some water when you hear a creak of the floorboards. Fuck.

Your heart picks up and your eyes follow straight to the turquoise eyes of your brother’s friend, Rin. He’s staring right at you, unsettlingly. It’s not like you guys hate each other, nor are you best friends either. He’s just someone your brother hangs out with, but this is the first time you get to really look at him.

Before, you’d just hide in your room as your brother and his friends would come over, semi-afraid of them and also wanting to give them privacy so your brother could do the same when your friends came over. You’ve seen Rin play when you’d go to your sibling’s matches and his name was often passed around as the best player on his team. However, your brother’s expression would grow stiff with a sense of rage when mentioning Rin’s plays. Jealousy, maybe? Now that he’s standing right there for you to see, you feel embarrassed in the presence of such a highly-praised player.

You dare to look up into his mosaic-like eyes and notice how expressionless he is, as if he were a living portrait. For a moment, you really thought he was inanimate until he furrowed his brows and started to watch each part of you. Analyzing each part of your body like you were prey, he stares at you with that same mundane look on his face.

You quickly turn back to the tap and fill your cup with water, now deadly aware of his stare.

“Hey.” He tries to fill the silence between you two, though his attempt yields more awkward tension than before.

“Uh, hi…”

“You’re uh… his younger sibling?” He asks as if he’s never spoken a word until today. His voice is flat but you can tell there's an air of nervousness around the two of you.

You nod as you begin to walk past him.

“Where’d he go?”

“Somewhere to get take out… I forgot where but, uh, yeah…” He trails off.

God, what is with this awkward silence?

You look back before you walk into the hallway to your room and you see him lean his back against the kitchen countertop, staring into the floor and clasping the sides of his cheekbones with his thumb and index. His dark ivy locks falling above his eyes and the way his body shapes himself against the counter - it’s all so… enamoring.

Glancing at his hand on the countertop, you can only imagine the type of training he does to get his veins running up his forearm like that. The man behind all these super goals - this was him. To avoid his eyes finding yours again, you sneak back into your room, door ajar no matter how many times you try to close it, and now you're back to the light of your monitor and the deafening sounds of the game.

--

Holy shit, she's beautiful.

Rin could barely, fucking, breathe. He knew you were pretty, but he didn't realize you were that pretty. The other members of the team would tease your brother about how they only come over to get a glance at his sister and Rin would scrunch his nose in utter repulse. How could these lukewarm losers ever think of being acknowledged by you? A goddess amongst men. He believed that when the sun hides itself behind the clouds, it's shying away from your radiance. A million lifetimes and yet you exist in his, and oh how lucky he feels to live alongside someone like you.

Almost subconsciously, he walks to your room, his head spinning with all the times your eyes have passed over him during his matches. Whenever he scored, he'd make a quick glance your way, trying to see if you were looking and he was always sourly disappointed when you would be looking at your phone or looking somewhere else. When you were looking, his heart would bounce around his ribcage and his stoic expression would melt into a small smile.

But when you were looking and cheering on for someone else's goal? He'd seethe with malice. His jaw would clench and it didn't matter who had the ball - opponent or not; he'd make sure the next goal would be his.

So, to see you stare at him with your doe eyes, was more than he could take. He watched the way your hair flowed down your scalp, the slight part in your lips, the way your t-shirt covered the parts Rin wanted most, and the scent of lavender in your hair and fresh floral notes on your skin. When his mind started to wander places elsewhere, he had to stop himself from pursuing the thought any further. He wanted so bad to hold you, right there, and feel the way you press against his body. Memorize every part of you.

Before he could process what he was doing, he was already outside your room, leaning against the doorframe. He pushes the door out so you notice him, but your focus is solely on your game. Your legs were perched on your chair and your whole face steeled with concentration. It wasn't until you died, that you noticed he'd been standing out there watching you.

--

"You suck at this game." Rin scoffs.

What is he doing here?

"And you'd be any better?" You glare back at him, but your eyes start wandering and you have to look back at your monitor before blushing at these unyielding thoughts of him.

"Let me play. You're losing anyway." He walks over to you and you begin to notice yourself critically. You begin to notice your legs being squished up against your body as you play or how your posture is harshly curved into a 'C' shape, so you straighten up and start to fiddle with your hair, desperately shaping it into something a little more presentable. Why should I care? He'd never see me like that anyway.

"Fine, one round but if you lose you owe me ice cream." You barter, he nods in response. Satisfied with this deal, you stand up from your chair and watch as he adjusts the chair for himself.

Once the next round starts, his face changes ever so slightly to concentrate on his player movements. Every swipe of the mouse and touch of the keyboard is intentional when he plays, all while being silent. You can hear Nagi through the headset impressed at, what he thinks is, your kill streak. Rin kills the last two guys in quick precise motions that the opponents begin to accuse you of cheating.

"Y/N are you seriously using Aimbot right now?" Nagi asks, dumbfounded at your sudden spike in gameplay.

Rin looks back at you with this smug, self-confident look and you roll your eyes in response.

"Here I'll show you what you're doing wrong." He pats his thigh, motioning you to sit down in his lap. Your heart starts drumming and you sit down on his left thigh. Flustered, your shaky hands grab on the mouse and keyboard to play the next round.

"Uh, is this okay?" You quietly ask, embarrassed as all hell.

"Mhm." He whispers back into your ear and you start to move around to get to a comfortable spot. Your bare thighs are touching his left leg and you can feel his chin resting above his shoulder. When the next round starts, you play as you normally do.

"Here, aim up more." Suddenly, his hand is on top of yours and he aims your crosshair upwards. He's giving you tips on how to play but all you can think about is the way his hand feels against yours. Rougher, but slender and light. He smells of fresh linen and hints of citrus, his body covering yours completely. His arms, fuck, his arms. Strong and muscular, every tendon feeling taught against his shirt. Your fragile heart could barely take it all in. He was overbearingly beautiful.

"Are you even paying attention?" He asks against your ear and you try to move your focus towards the game. His breath was hot against your skin and you tried hard not to think about what it would feel like to indulge in his lips. You find someone camping at their spawn and you shoot, just like you were told. The round ends with you killing the last enemy and you look at him and smile.

He grabs onto your waist, looks back at you, and whispers, "Good girl". His nose is pressed against yours and you're staring into each other's eyes before you move in a little bit closer to hover your lips above his. Moments pass before he hugs your waist tighter and gently places a kiss against your lips. Pure ecstasy. You'd never imagined that this would ever take place, ever - and yet here you are. Kissing Itoshi Rin. You press yourself closer to him, your arms on his shoulders and around the headrest. Permitting yourself to the delicate and slow kisses he leads with, you close your eyes to memorize each movement. You burn the feeling of his hand against your back and the other caressing your thigh into your mind.

Your body aches for him, and his does too. You bite the bottom of his lip, playfully teasing your tongue into his and you start to feel him poking against your thigh. You smile as you kiss him further and when you release your lips from his, you look at his pretty lashes flutter open when he looks back at you. Ah, fuck.

"Please" you whisper into his ear as you grind up against him a little bit more. That's all he needed to hear to slide your panties down, undo his pants and free his needy cock from his boxers.

"Ready, bunny?" He grumbles into your collarbone as you hum a response. His hands place you on top of him, the slick of your wetness and his pre-cum squeezing onto him. Rin's cock twitches as you take him in with gasps and heavy moans. He reaches inside of you, touching the insides of your walls and eagerly trembling for more. Before you can speak, he's already making quick work of your body and easing you up and down.

"Mmngh- R- Rinnie…" He grunts in response and slaps your ass, warranting a moan and for you to clench around him tighter. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other, paired with your beautiful moans were already edging Rin closer and closer.

His cock felt so good. The way it hit the right spots and the way his hands grasped at your body desperately - he made you feel like you were practically melting into him. "You-re a- all mine, okay bunny?" He teases as your pussy tightens around his length. You moan in response and kiss the side of his neck sloppily.

"Fuck, I'm- hngh, close…" He managed to pant out, exasperated by the feeling of your pussy. "Mm~ pl- please… Rin-rin… ple- ah!" He's already bouncing you faster on him, your head spinning with the way he's fucking you. He groans and marks you from your collarbones all the way down to your tits. A knot begins to tighten inside of you and your moans become more erratic and loud as he continues to fuck your insides.

"Come to me, princess." He moans and repeats against your skin and pulls you closer to feel you release against him. You're so tight and he can barely move against your grip as the both of you cum. His warm liquid fills you up, making you feel all sticky inside. "That's a good girl, hm?" He whispers between pants as he slows down and rides out both of your highs. Fuck, he felt so good.

As you begin to kiss him again, you hear your brother's car rumble into the driveway. Ah, shit. Rin rushes to kiss you one more time before sliding you off of him and replacing his cock with his fingers. Your thighs close around his hand as he reaches inside of you again.

"Rinnie- my brother's~ a- ah, he's- mmngh-" His fingers are moving inside and curling perfectly into the spot he just fucked.

"Open wide for me."

Your mouth is open with your tongue out as he places his fingers on your tongue and inside of your mouth. You lick his cum off clean and he pulls your panties back up before zipping his pants back up too. Rin grabs the tissues from your bedside table and wipes the evidence clean. He kisses your forehead and moves your shirt so your brother won't notice all the marks down your collarbone.

"Yo! What're you doing outside my sister's door?" Your brother questions with a bag of takeout in one hand.

"Watching them play that shitty game. They suck at it, by the way." His gaze lingers on you a little longer before following your brother back into his room. Your pussy is still warm and aching from what just happened and it takes a while for you to realize that your team won and Nagi's already pestering you to respond to him before he queues you two into another match.

a/n: aa this is my first time uploading smut hehe I hope you enjoyed! I'd love requests and ideas for more bllk oneshots/ff's :) I adore rin so much hehehe I hope this was enjoyable for any readers out there!

cc: @p0mko100, please do not reupload or redistribute any of my work.

[ramhaiba]

𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗋, 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗍. 2

Pairing- Yandere Rintaro Suna x Reader

Masterlist . . . Part one

"For what it’s worth, princess, if the devil is real. It’s me.”

Contains- Serial Killer! Suna, oral (f receiving), dubcon, semi-public fingering, groping, choking, biting, manhandling, riding overstimulation, marathon sex, mentions of necrophilia/noncon, implied somnophila, baby trapping(?) A/N- sorry for the long wait guys, writer's block can be a bitch

Sleeping with him was the biggest mistake of your life-

No. letting him ‘help’ you was the biggest mistake of your life. 

Ever since you two had sex, he’s been sleeping in the same bed as you. You did attempt to persuade him to sleep on the couch once again but he simply responded with

‘We both saw what happens when I sleep on the couch, sweetheart. Besides, sharing the same bed might bring back some of those ‘dear’ memories you lost.”  As you predicted, it would be challenging to sneak out of your room at night, especially when Suna’s arm is wrapped around your waist, his chin tucked on your shoulder, and his stern back against your chest.

You thought about lying to him, telling him you’re getting up from bed to use the bathroom but really you’re planning to find his car keys and drive away from this nightmare. But what if you take too long and he gets suspicious? Last time you got lucky when he misunderstood your attempt to steal his car keys.

You hate that you spent the entire week with him, pretending to be in a loving marriage, kissing him sweetly, and sometimes bathing with him. But he hasn’t fucked you since the first time- well with his dick at least. 

If he thinks you look too cute in a nightgown- which you always do, he’ll push you down on the bed, scrunching up your silky slip-on onto your breast and shamelessly make out with your cunt, fingers holding your thighs down and apart to keep you from squirming away. He never fails to give you an intense orgasm. You're so addicted to his touch that you don’t know how you’ll be able to cum again once you escape from him...While on the topic of escaping, you’re finding the idea of freedom too difficult to obtain by yourself. You’re gonna need help.

“ So- I remember you mentioned before that we were still friends with twins from high school” You blurted out while having dinner with your ‘fiancé.’

“ Yeah, Osamu and Atsumu. What about them?” Suna asked nonchalantly. “Well, I think you should invite them over. I think it’d be good for me to meet someone from my past” you suggested.

“ It’d be hard to contact them because the service in this place is horrible” Suna claimed, leaning back in his chair. You let out an instant “oh” with a noticeable pout on your lips.

Then you heard Suna sigh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Okay. There is this part of the house where the service is somewhat usable. But it’s on the roof so I don’t want you following me there. Your body is still sore which makes it difficult for you to stay up there without falling” Suna pointed out.

He’s right. You’ll probably hurt yourself if you try going on that roof. So the idea of stealing his phone to call for help isn’t possible.

“You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, Rin” You complimented. “ Yeah well, I gotta keep my wife happy” Suna got up and kissed your forehead before retreating upstairs.

You waited impatiently for Suna to come back down. A sick part of you wishes that he’d accidentally slip off the roof, breaking his neck because then you’d be freed from this nightmare. But he only takes twenty minutes to come back down, placing his phone back into his pocket as he walks towards you.

“So? Did they say yes?” you questioned. “They said they would love to stop by. But I had to make Atsumu promise he wouldn’t bring another hookup over. I better start cooking dinner because those two guys know how to eat- especially Osamu” Suna replied, giving you an endearing pat on the head as he went to prepare for their arrival. 

--

You hadn’t seen any pictures of the twins prior before they arrived, so it was quite intimidating when two muscular tall men stood at your doorstep. The dark-haired one holding a classic bottle of wine. While Atsumu opened his arms to you, giving you an unwelcomed hug.

“There is our Y/n. It’s been too long since we saw ya” The bold twin one cooed, his arms around you tightened.

“You’re one foot in and already flirtin’ with my fiance- don’t you have any shame, Atsumu?” Suna replied, subtly informing you of the difference between the twins.

So if the blonde, somewhat pervy, twin was Atsumu. The other one must be Osamu.

“I ain’t flirting. I was just being friendly to a friend who’s gotten into a terrible- just terrible accident “ Atsumu pouted.

“I decided to tell them your situation. I hope you don’t mind” Suna commented, smiling innocently.

It’s unsettling.

They’re completely lying to you- you’re not friends with them. How are they so eerily confident then? How can these two lie straight to your face and pretend that you’re Suna's fiancé?

Because you’re not. You’re not his fiancé. 

Right?

Dinner with them made you even more confused. They’re doing the same thing that Suna did. Reciting old stories about your so-called past together. It’s getting more difficult to distinguish what’s the truth or not. Yet Atsumu’s words manage to slip you back into reality.

“You should really be thanking me. If I set you two up in college- y’all would not be getting married.. at least Suna wouldn’t be” Atsumu teased.

“I thought we started dating in high school?” You spoke up, pointing out Atsumu’s mistake. Rather than Atsumu getting embarrassed for making such an innocent mistake. 

Atsumu got nervous.

If you weren’t already so superstitious during dinner, you wouldn’t have noticed how he blinked away, how forced his laughter sounded, and how his brother deadly glared at him.

“Would you pardon us? I think I have to remind Atsumu about some manners” Osamu asked, seeming all friendly while his jawline clenched, a fist under the table. 

Suna clicked him, glancing at a nervous Atsumu and then back at Osamu.” Go ahead,” Suna replied.

You were left alone with him once again.

You and you’re fiancé-no he’s not your fiancé. You and your demon.

“You’re lookin’ a bit nervous, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay? Just say the word and I can get these idiots to leave any time” Suna suggested. “No- they don’t need to leave. I just need to go to the bathroom to freshen up. That’s all” Your laughter sounded a bit too forced, sweaty palms pushing you up out of your seat. “Don’t take too long” Suna mumbled, watching you march quickly out of the dining room.

This is your chance.

You can ask- no- you're going to beg the twins to help you because surely, they wouldn’t want to risk being an accomplice for a serial killer.

You followed their distant voices, words too unintelligible to understand. Eventually, you ended up in front of the door connecting the garage to the summer house. Luckily, they left the door slightly ajar, allowing you to hear their conversation clearly.

You were about to walk in before you heard Osamu say

“Are you a fuckin’ idiot, Tsumu? At this point, Suna not gonna let either of us have a turn with her” Osamu argued with his brother.

“Shut up- shut up. I’m a fuckin’ volleyball player not an actor” Atsumu huffed. “Yeah and I own a restaurant but I know how to keep my story straight,” Osamu remarked.

“I don’t even know why Suna cares s’much about keeping up this whole game” Atsumu commented.

“he’s just gonna kill her like the rest.”

Your heart is racing because your last hope of escaping this n nightmare just revealed they could care less about your life- fuck they could be worse than Suna. Instinctually, you step away from the door, wanting to be as far away from them as possible. But that’s when you feel a stern chest against your back, stopping you from backing away. You slowly turn your head and notice Suna behind you, his eyes glued on the view of the twins arguing about whether they’ll still get a ‘turn’ with you after Atsumu’s mishap.

“Rin-“

“Quiet. It’s always amusing to watch the twins argue, right? “ Suna replied, his hand tilting your face to watch the twins, his chin resting on top of your head, forcing you to watch the truth unfold.

“You know he does sadistic shit like this all the time. Just try to have fun with her while she’s still alive” Osamu huffed.

“I didn’t come here to play an actor. I just wanna fuck her before Suna finally cuts her up or whatever sadistic shit he plans to do with her” Atsumu groaned.

“ Yeah, well, there's no way in hell he’s gonna let you have a turn with her if you don’t play along correctly. You’d be lucky if he even lets you fuck her corpse” 

Atsumu hummed, his once annoyed attitude slowly disappearing as he looked lost in thought- until he made the comment

“I wouldn’t mind that at all actually.”

You want to stop listening but Suna won’t let you. “Please, just let me go and I won’t- I won’t tell anyone” you muttered, voice cracking. Suna laid his forehead on your shoulder, you could feel his smile on his skin.

“What about our wedding?” he cooed, voice teasing, his hands wrapping around your waist, tips of his fingers sliding under your waistband.

“Rintarou, please- I-I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything just don’t hurt me” you begged. 

“I don’t like when you call me by my first name, it makes me feel like I’m in trouble” Suna commented, a soft pout on his lips. This time his hands are traveling further down the inside of your pants until his fingers are tracing over your covered slit. You wish you could fight his touch but you’re too scared to upset him.

“Rin, I don’t wanna pretend anymore. I just wanna go home” You’re starting to cry and he doesn’t need to look at your face to know that tears are pouring out of your eyes.

You act like you’re strong but the second you’re faced with a challenge, you crack like glass. So easy to read. Maybe that’s why he likes you so much.

“You wanna go home? Go ahead and ask the twins for help. But I don’t if they’ll be that compliant” Suna suggested. He’s right. He’s always right.

“I like you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so infatuated with a person like this before. So I’ll give you two choices. You could either go beg the twins to take you away from this ‘hell house’ or

you can become my pretty wife”

 You don't want any of that. You want to run far far away. But he’ll catch you like he did the first time and then he might actually kill you.

“So, what will it be, princess?” He repeats, forcing you to break from your silence. That nickname, it always appears when his true colors are shown. You're starting to hate that word because now you associate it with danger.

“How do I know you won’t kill me,” you ask, in the quietest voice, afraid of his answer. He chuckles at your question, raises his head from your shoulder, and smiles.

“Because I'll never get bored of you.”

That’s all it takes. You nod your head, not wanting to hear yourself agree to stay. To be his, forever.

He leans over, lips almost touching yours, narrow eyes with an unwearying stare forcing you to look at him. 

“You know how to keep quiet, don’t you Mrs. Suna?”

That’s when his wandering fingers finally slip beneath your panties and you’re reminded that Osamu and Atsumu are right behind the door in front of you. “Rin, not here” you begged, squirming to get out of his grip, only for him to hold you tighter.

“Why not? Atsumu would probably wanna hear, that fuckin’ freak” Suna laughed. Just as you were about to utter an argument, you’re cut short by the painfully slow pumping of Suna’s fingers, thrusting into your cunt. You feel weak.

Instead of telling him to stop, your words cut into a breathy moan and Suna is forced to lean over to your ear.

“ Careful, princess. You don’t want them to hear you.” He whispered a reminder, tongue poking out of his mouth to lick a stripe down your neck, causing you only to tighten around his long thrusting fingers. 

“ Try to argue with me but I can feel how wet you are. Maybe you’re the crazy one huh? Or maybe it’s both of us. Guess we're soulmates then” he’s talking more than he usually does. Maybe because he knows you're scared to get caught.

Or maybe he’s drunk on the success of your agreement to your engagement. Doesn’t matter because he’s only getting more confident, pulling down the neckline of your shirt as long as your bra with his other hand, groping the soft skin of your breast all while his thumb is massaging your clit.

Fuck- you’re so close and he’s so fucking hard, forced to grind his painful erection against your back.

You feel pathetic when you're uncontrollably humping his ruthless fingers, chasing your high. 

When you hear him chuckle from behind you, most likely realizing your movement- he has no right to sound so fucking sexy.

“Can’t believe you were begging me to stop, aren’t you just the prettiest liar.” He mumbles.

And you’re finishing on his fingers, legs shaking, eyes tearing up, your hands covering your mouth muffling uncontrollable moans.

Suna slowly pulls his hands out of your pants, bringing his drenched fingers into your mouth, disgustedly making you clean his fingers, tasting yourself. 

He spins you towards him, leaning over to wipe off your smeared make up, fixing your appearance for you because you are all too stunned by what has just occurred.

Just on time, Atsumu and Osamu are opening the door, both surprised to see you.

“ Holy fuck- how long were you two standing there" Atsumu called out. You both turn around to look at them, Suna wrapping one arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side.

“We just walked in actually” Suna lied for your sake.

“ Well…Wow! look at the time- “ Atsumu said, checking his watch, pretending to read the time. “It’s getting late, ain’t it? I’m a bit too tired to drive…guess me and Osamu gotta stay over the night” Atsumu whistled.

Holy fuck- Atsumu and Osamu still think they have a chance with you. 

You’re beginning to tremble at Suna’s side, fully not trusting him to protect you.

“I’ll call you two an uber,” Suna says blankly.

You could see Atsumu grit his teeth, not knowing why he wasn’t getting rewarded for  his ‘efforts.’

“Well- can we at least visit tomorrow” Osamu questioned, trying to hint if they’ll at least have a chance to fuck your dead corpse.

Sick mother fuckers. Just like Suna- maybe even worse.

“Next time we’ll see you is at our wedding” Suna smiled passively aggressively, knowing he just pissed off the twins.

Atsumu is about to open his mouth, most likely attending to spoil the truth because Suna ruined all of his ‘fun.’ But Osamu stops him by gripping the back of Atsumu’s shirt.

“ No need to argue with an old friend. We’ll leave… just call us next time when we’re allowed to come over” Osamu sighed.

Then they proceed to leave. Not without Atsumu forcing you into a hug, his hand dangerous lying on your lower back, a final act of perversion. They leave and you’re left alone with Suna and his narrow eyes are locked on yours. 

“Could fuck you here or on the bed. Pick one”

There is no option to deny him. He is going to be your husband after all.

“Bed.”

He’s not even letting you walk there, probably thinking you’ll move too slowly for his liking. So he's picking you up effortlessly because of his muscular arms, delivering you to the bedroom before and tossing you onto the mattress. He’s on top of you in a heartbeat, his hands tugging off your clothes, not caring if you’re telling him to slow down because they’ll rip.

He’ll buy you a new one- fuck he’ll buy you anything you’d want as long as he gets to fuck that tight pussy of yours.

Your heart is slipping at the sound of his belt unbuckling, too nervous to look at the sight of him sliding down any of the clothes covering his hard cock.

“Fuckin’ you raw, yeah? Doesn’t matter anymore since we’ll be married soon” Suna clicks his tongue, holding his heavy cock in his hands, pressing his leaking tip against your hole.

You shake your head frantically, “Don’t please Rin- don’t do that to me” you shuttered.

“ What? Ya afraid you’ll conceive the devil’s reincarnation? For what it’s worth, princess, if the devil is real. 

It’s me.”

Without another argument he’s forcing himself into your shameless cunt causing a gasp to slip out of your mouth, not waiting for you to adjust until he’s fucking you into the bed. You’re holding onto everything but him. And he doesn’t like this- it’s not wife behavior is it?

So he leans over and painfully bites into your collarbone, “ hurt me back.” He commands.

And you give him exactly what he wants, slipping your hands under his shirt, digging your nails into his toned back, causing him to only get fuck you harder like it a competition on who can break the quickest.

You’re not holding back your moans- thankful for the lack of people near you, only giving Suna the privilege of hearing them.

Once you orgasm for the second time that night, he’s switching positions and forcing you to take him on his lap, his back resting on the bed frame.

You know what he wants you to do but you’re already so tired, you drowsily shake your head, hoping he’ll stop, and let finally you sleep.

Except all you do is annoy him, hissing under his breath as his hands grip your hips, forcing you to bounce on his cock, overstimulating your insides.

“ Slow down, Rin-“ you asked, knowing he won’t let you stop but at least the idea of slowing down seems possible.

“You wanna go slow, princess? Then you gotta do it yourself” he commented. You hesitate before nodding your head, thinking it’s a better option than letting him fuck you relentlessly.

His hands go behind his head while yours leans over on his thigh, slowly pushing yourself up, sucking in your breath and you sink back down.

Suna whistled at the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock, acting like the perfect wife. 

He’s moving the hair out of your face before wrapping his hands around your neck, freaking you out as he lightly squeezes the sides of your neck. The action is causing you to stop your movement.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asked, tightening the grip around your neck, making it harder to breathe, a growing light-headed.

Your hands are shaking as you’re lifting yourself up and down on his cock. It’s humiliating, knowing you’re getting off because of him- how easily he has control of your body

“Say you’ll stay” he pants, chest heaving, feeling your cunt squeezing on his cock because of his husky voice.

“ Say you’ll stay forever. Can’t ever leave my side, princess. Dont think I can live without this pussy” he asks, face flushed.

“ I’ll stay—Rin” you managed to croak out with the tightness around your neck.

That’s all he needs until he’s leaning over to your torso, hands moving to grip your waist,  forcing you to stay still on his cock, cumming deep into your pussy.

You think that’ll be it for tonight until he’s pulling back and kissing you, tongue slipping into your mouth, hands moving to grope your breast again until he’s hard once more.

He’s manhandling you until you’re on your hands and knees. He's behind you, watching your legs shake as he guides his cock back into your stuffed pussy, fucking his leaking cum back into you.

You’re screaming from overstimulation, tears soaking the bed sheet under your eyes, hands gripping onto the bed sheet. You feel like you’re being crushed when he presses his chest against your back, his arms wrapped around your lower stomach, cock bullying your insides.

He’s never this energetic.

And you’re also never this honest, finally admitting to knowing the truth behind this charade. But you tell him you’ll stay isn’t something he believes in.

“ Bet you’re thinking about leavin’ when I’m asleep, yeah?” He huffed against the nape of your neck.

“You’d probably find a way to kill me first though. You’re not dumb enough to think I won’t find you” he uttered, talking to you as if he’s not fucking you into oblivion.

“ Doesn’t matter if m’dead or not. I’ll always be with you- every second til the day you fuckin' die, you'll be thinking about me. dreaming about me. haunted by me. So don’t you dare test me. Just be good and I’ll be good back. I fuck you good as well” he adds, his finger rubbing your swollen clit while his hips are forcing you to the edge, squeezing his cock so hard he can’t pull out to cum- not like he was going to do in the first place.

Suna lifts himself and rolls you to the side, admiring your fucked out expression, how you’re staring at the ceiling, chest heaving as you recover from your intense orgasm.

“ Maybe if fuck a baby into you. You wouldn't be able to leave,”Suna commented, the lack of playfulness in his tone suggested to you that he was actually serious about the idea of knocking you up.

“ I'm not - I not planning on leaving— I won’t do it, Rin. I’m telling the truth” you babbled, crying at the idea of going another round, hands frantically wiping down tears that felt never-ending.

Suna chuckles because for once, he believes you. He leans over and kisses your cheek sweetly.

“I’ll be nice and give you a morning-after pill I got laying around somewhere afterward, yeah? I’ll take care of you, but you gotta take care of me,” he cooed.

You are too cute. So much more innocent than Suna is- never committing the horrendous crimes he’s done. And he thinks you begging him to spare you from sex is so much more exciting than you begging him for your life.

But to you- it feels like you’re begging for the same thing. You’ll die if he fucks you again- that your body is too overstimulated and exhausted.

That doesn’t stop him- nothing will really, from getting hard, thrusting into you again. You don’t know when he stopped fucking you- was it after you passed out the third time? Or did he continue ever after that? When it’s over, you’re half awake, back leaning on his chest, his hand ushering you to take the suggested birth control in his hand. Then slowly tilt the glass of water down your mouth. While you manage to drink the refreshing liquid, you get a glance of the mess between your spread legs, cum shameless dripping out and you wish you never met him.

You’re awake and you don’t feel physically dirty, the evidence of cum wiped off your legs by Suna while you were sleeping. 

If he hadn’t marked your body with his teeth and hands, you’d almost pretend last night was nonexistent. Plus the aroma coming from him cooking from the kitchen downstairs only ruins the fantasy even more.

Maybe you’ll run away one day and get away with it. But you can’t say you could ever truly escape, Suna.

Because that would just make you a liar.

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❝ Bribery ❞

18+

pairings Shane and Rick x f!Reader

summary Rick and Shane catch you stealing and you do what it takes to convince them not to arrest you.

cw smut, unprotected p in v, oral (male and female receiving), power imbalance, slight age gap, tit fucking, spanking, pussy slapping, spit, degrading names, public sex, car sex

2.8k words

"I didn't even take anything!" you pleaded with the mall security guard. 

"I saw you shoving shit in your pockets in the security cameras, lady," he deadpanned. 

Well shit. You were caught. 

"You don't know what you saw! It was probably someone else who looked liked me an-" 

"Save it for the cops," he interrupted. 

"You called the fucking police over some lipgloss?!” you snapped. 

"Is that a confession?" the overweight security guard speculated. 

"Oh fuck this!"  

  With the stolen lip gloss tube secured in your back pocket, you made a run for the exit. The slow clomps of the security guard’s feet attempting to chase you faded behind you as you ran. Once you were out of the mall, you scoured the parking lot for your car -a white, beat up 2006 Honda Civic. As you fiddled around in your purse for your keys, you heard the familiar sound of a police siren. 

“Godammit!” You cursed, running away from the siren while still feeling for your keys. 

  Bright headlights obscured your vision before you felt the slow moving cop car knock you down into the asphalt. The bright lights went away and you heard the doors open and close. Two familiar figures approached and stood in front of you, but made no move to help you. 

“You again,” said an irritated Officer Walsh. 

“Me? I didn’t do anything I was just leav-“ 

  Before you could finish your sentence, he roughly gripped your upper arm and yanked you up from the ground, pulled your hands behind your back and forcefully slammed you over the hood of the car. 

“Rick,” he said to the other officer. 

You felt his large hand smooth over the curve of your ass before slipping into your back pocket and pulling out the tube of stolen lip gloss. 

“Office Grimes, is that y-“ 

“Shut it,” he ordered. Yup, it was him. 

  One of them -you couldn’t tell who- pulled you into standing up straight. The two men who you’ve become quite familiar with over some tome stood tall over you, staring you down with skepticism and disappointment apparent on their faces. 

“Shoplifting, again?” Rick questioned. 

You looked at them with an overdramatic offended look on your face. “I bought that, fair and square!” You lied. 

“Show me your receipt then,” Shane challenged, making it clear as day he didn’t believe you were innocent. 

FUCK FUCK FUCK

 You panicked as you pretended to search all of your pockets for a receipt you knew you didn't have.

"I-uh...must've...um...dropped it when uh...you hit me with your fucking car!" you said, trying to shift the blame on them. 

They shared a look then looked at you with expressions that told you they're not buying a damn thing you said. 

"If you were anyone else, we'd let you go. But Y/N, you have a track record, so we're gonna hafta take ya into the station," Rick said, strong arms crossed over his chest with your lipgloss still in his hand. You looked at him with large, sad, pleading eyes, then at Shane with the same look. Neither of them budged so you dropped the act. 

"Fuckin' pigs!" you shouted at them before running off to go knows where. The two men chased after you on foot, barking orders at you as they did. They weren't far behind, but there was still a good amount of space between you. You gave up on looking for your keys and just continued to run. When you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore you stopped and leaned against some car. You were about to relax but the sound of sirens got your heart racing again. In their car, they chased you out onto some empty road before you finally couldn't run anymore and collapsed into the grass on the side of the road. The car halted to a stop a few feet away from you before the men got out and ran over to you. 

 This time it was Rick who yanked you up from the ground. You were too out of breath to argue, or say anything for that matter. 

"No innocent person would run away like that," Rick hissed in your ear. He forced your arms behind you back and cuffed you then dragged you over to the car where Shane waited. He walked over to you, looking down at you the entire way. His large, rough hand grabbed you jaw and forced you to look up at him. 

"You wanna explain yourself 'fore we throw your ass in jail," he said venomously. 

 The severity of the situation finally hit you as your teary eyes stared into his cold brown ones. You couldn't go to jail, especially over some cheap lipgloss. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as your brain worked to find something to say. 

"C'mon, Shane. We used to go to the same church, y'know this isn't really who I am," you pleaded as you choked back sobs. 

You could've sworn you saw Shane's resolve soften, but before he could say anything, Rick cut in. 

"Cut the bullshit, Y/N. You have a record. This is who you are and this is the shit you do." 

 Rick's cruel words caused a pang in your chest. Hearing such things from a man who once trusted you enough to babysit his kid hurt. You really didn't think a few misdemeanors here and there would cause two people you once looked up to to think so lowly of you. You tore your jaw from Shane's grip and turned to face Rick. 

"Rick, I-"

"Officer Grimes," he corrected. 

Ouch. 

"I-I promise I'll stop breaking the law, honest! I'll even make it up to you guys, just please don't take me to jail!" you begged.

"How do you plan on making it up to us, Peach?" Shane asked using an old nickname you haven't heard since high school.  

You knew exactly how you were gonna make it up to them. 

 You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees, ignoring the way the ground dug into them. You looked up at Rick with innocent doe eyes. 

"Take off your pants," you rasped. 

  You honestly weren't even sure if they'd give into your advances, at the very least you expected some kind of pushback. But both men eagerly undid their belts and pulled out their hard cocks. You shuffled your way over to Rick, not caring how the rough road scratched your bare knees. You licked at the pre-cum leaking out of Rick's pretty, red tip before pressing a chaste kiss to it. You stuck your tongue all the way out, licking up and down his length like it was the coldest, tastiest popsicle on the hottest summer day. His breathing shallowed as he did his best to keep his composure.After having enough of teasing him with your tongue, you took his entire length into your mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat as you did your best not to gag. Rick couldn't take it anymore and grunted in pleasure. You looked up at him through your long lashes. He looked like he was in heaven. His head was thrown back in pleasure, giving you the perfect view of his Adam's apple moving with every pleasurable moan that escaped him. You bobbed your head up and down on his dick, moving at your own pace until he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed a fistful of your hair and began fucking your throat. You felt him twitch in your mouth as you choked on his large size. You were making him feel good and that made you feel good. You could feel yourself soaking your panties and wished you weren't cuffed so you can stimulate your aching clit. 

"Oh god, Y/N. You're taking me so good...good girl," Rick praised between pants. His praise alone was enough to make your cunt throb. Rick's rhythm became sloppy as he felt himself about to cum. You started into his eyes, nonverbally begging him to cum down your throat and whether or not he understood your silent pleas, that's exactly what he did. You swallowed every drop of him as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. 

"Damn Peach, when'd you become such a slut," Shane taunted with a smirk on his face and his dick in his hand. He took in the sight of you, already drunk on cock, mascara tears running down your cheeks and a streak of drool leaking down your chin. He stepped closer to you as he brought himself to his climax. 

"Say 'ahh'," he ordered. You eagerly opened your mouth as he came all over your pretty face shamelessly. You blinked his cum out of your eyes as you swallowed what got into your mouth. 

"Damn, look at 'er. She takes one cock and she's already all fucked out," Shane teased. 

"Pretty lil thang still hasn't cum yet," Rick commented, noticing the way you were shifting around in an attempt to stimulate your needy clit. 

"You think the lil felon deserves to cum?" 

"Maybe we gotta fuck a lesson into her. Oughta teach her to quit stealin'." 

"Alright," Shane agreed, "But I get 'er pussy first." 

Rick reluctantly agreed. Shane pulled you up from the ground and quickly had you bent over the hood of the car like he did earlier. He took a minute to admire how good your ass looked in those tiny shorts before he practically ripped them off, taking your panties with them. He roughly smacked your ass a few times before spreading your cheeks open with his big, rough hands. He spat on your already dripping cunt before slapping it too. You whimpered in pleasure and tried to close your legs, but he kicked your ankles apart. He lined his dick up with your desperate hole that was already clenching over nothing. 

"Jus' fuck me already, Shane," you slurred. 

 Teasingly, he rubbed his length up and down your slit, coating his already leaking tip with a mix of your slick and his spit. You wantonly whined in an attempt to get him to hurry up and put it in you already. And he finally did. Slammed himself all the way in, earning a scream from you as his rock hard dick hit all the right spots inside of you. He stayed still for a minute causing you to squirm. He leaned over you and whispered in your ear. 

"Be patient, or 'm not gonna let you cum." You stopped squirming and he finally pulled out before ramming himself back inside of you. Your warm walls hugged his cock perfectly as he plowed in and out of your perfect pussy. The sounds your bodies made were so filthy and sinful it only made you clench around his cock even harder. More tears streamed down your face as he fucked you so good you could only babble nonsensically, begging him to make you cum. 

"Ah, Shane, 'm gonnaa," you stupidly babbled. 

"S'alright, Peach, I'ma get you there," he said as he thrusted into you sloppily, his own climax reaching him once again. You screamed in pleasure as you were overcome by your orgasm. As you came, you clenched down on the officer so hard he almost came inside of you, but he resisted until you were through riding out your orgasm. He quickly pulled out and released himself all over your lower back. 

"Rick I need ya, please Rick I wanna feel you inside a' me," you begged. 

 You looked so fucked out laying on that car hood that the men wondered if you even knew what you were saying. Rick walked over to you and unlocked the handcuffs, finally freeing you. Before you could react, he roughly flipped you over onto your back. 

"If you even think about makin' a run for it, I won't hesitate to throw your pretty lil' ass in jail." 

"Yes, Officer Grimes," you whined. Hearing you call him 'Officer Grimes' made his cock twitch. He animalistically tore your tank top off before giving your bra the same treatment, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable to the two fully clothed men. 

"You've got such pretty tits," he complimented as he rubbed his hands up your body. You let out little whimpers and moans, just waiting for him to fill you up and split you open on his cock. His large, warm hands finally found their way to your neglected tits. He grabbed a handful of each one, roughly kneading them. You squirmed and moaned just wishing you had something to rub your clit against. It was all too much. His thumb and forefinger pinched and twisted at your sensitive, hardening buds, earning the most pathetic, wanton moans he's ever heard. Unable to handle it anymore, you reached your now free hand down to your clit and began rubbing circles on it. Rick grabbed your wrist and slammed it against the car's hood. 

"The hell you think you're doin'?" 

"Rick, please!" you sobbed. You desperate pleas and endless begging finally got to him. He lifted your legs, putting them over his shoulders before lining himself up with your abused, aching pussy and slowly sinking in. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the heavenly sensation. 

"What a pretty slut, takin' me so well," he praised once he was all the way in. Your cunt just loved the way Rick filled you up so good. "Jus' look at the way I fill you up," he admired as he pressed on his dick outline through your stomach. Shane watched the glorious way your tits bounced with each of Rick's thrusts. You looked like such a whore, spread out and completely nude, eyes rolling in the back of your head, mouth open, tits bouncing. It made him hard again. Rick rubbed rhythmic circles on your throbbing clit, making you see white and arching your back as another orgasm washed over your body. Rick kept pounding into you as he chased his own orgasm. When it finally came, he filled you up as your pussy milked him dry. His eyes rolled back as he threw his head back in ecstasy. 

"Bring her over here," Shane demanded from the backseat. He sat in the back, facing the open door with his pants down as he stroked his hard-again cock. 

"I'ma fuck those pretty tits." 

  Rick smirked as he forced you back down onto your knees. You stumbled a bit and fell into Shane's arms. He looked down at you and smirked to himself, proud of the mess he made on your face. One of his large hands kneaded one of your tits, whole he continued to stroke himself with the other. He spat on his hand, lubing up his cock before squishing your tits together with both hands. He groaned in pleasure as he stuck himself between your warm, soft mounds. The unexpected penetration of Rick’s tongue in your pussy had you moaning in unison with Shane. He was practically making out with your lower lips while Shane fucked your tits. The feeling of his warm mouth sucking on your overstimulated clit made your mind go blank as you screamed his name. His tongue redirected itself to your needy hole, tasting every bit of you and reaching places your fingers couldn’t. As the pleasure became too much, you gripped Shane’s muscular thighs, digging your nails into his flesh. His head was thrown back in pleasure as he tightened his grip on your tits. 

“You’re doin’ so good, Peach,” he praised. All you could do was moan in response. The friction of Shane’s veiny dick sliding between your tits combined with Rick’s skilled mouth eating you out put you in a state of euphoria. You screamed the mens’ names as you came for the third time today. Shortly after, Shane came all over your chest. Once you came down from your orgasm, you slumped over onto Shane due to your exhaustion. Rick got out from under you and picked your scattered clothes from off the ground, keeping your panties for himself. Shane helped you into the car and Rick tossed you your clothes. 

…

“We’ll let you off with a warnin’. But this is the last time, Y/N,” Rick said, sternly. 

“Yes, Officer Grimes,” you sleepily mumbled as you dressed yourself in the backseat. 

“We’re serious,” Shane affirmed as he drove. 

“I know, Officer Walsh.” 

 You slept the rest of the car ride, worn out from all the fucking you endured. Once they pulled into your driveway, you woke up and exited the car. 

“Don’t let us catch you stealin’ shit again,” Rick shouted from his rolled down window as you walked to your house. 

“Okay. Can I keep the lip gloss though?” 

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tbh, i don't even like shane, but this idea came to me in the shower a few days ago and i couldn't resist =p

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hardheaded

summary: you took matters into your own hands when it came to getting to a party that connie clearly disapproved of. connie took matters into his hands to teach you a lesson…

cw: written with a black reader in mind! spanking, orgasm denial, choking, and cursing. dom!connie. he speaks a little spanish so watch out for that.

word count: 2.5k

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“please babyyyy.” you whine as you followed connie around the house. you needed a ride to a party since your car was in the shop, but being the annoying boyfriend that he was, connie would not agree to take you. you were completely against getting an uber because you never felt comfortable being alone in the car with a complete stranger. connie knew this and used this to his advantage to keep you home.

usually, he’d have no problem with driving you to somewhere to go have a good time. but tonight the party was located at eren and armins’s house and he knew how reckless they could be. picking them from there and letting them spend the night at your shared home countless amounts of times to help them avoid getting arrested. “absolutely not now go lay down you stayin’ with me tonight.” this was not fair at all and you just refused to back down, feeling that connie was overreacting because of his friends. but you weren’t the same as them. you knew how to handle yourself and expected him to know that. but clearly not.

it wasn’t up for debate anymore. you were going to this party with or without connie’s help. you plopped yourself on the couch as you ignored him and watched tv. you were thinking of just waiting for him to go to bed to steal his keys since he wasn’t complying with your demands. it was only right that you took things into your own hands because what he was doing was unfair. connie grew annoyed with you quickly and, just as you imagined, decided to just go to bed to avoid dealing with your attitude.

“alright well when you done being a brat i’ll be waiting for you in the room” connie says as he walks away, not wanting to feed into your antics tonight. you solidified your plan and waited until you can hear light snores coming through the cracked door of your room. turning up the tv, you made your way to the door to peek in. he was asleep. the grin on your face widened as you quietly closed the door and made your way to his keys. connie always left them in his coat pocket that was hung up by the front door and that’s exactly where you got them from before you made your way outside.

being the hardheaded woman that you were, you completely ignored the fact that this man drives manual and you only know how to drive automatic. “it’s basically the same.” you say to yourself as you put the key in the ignition and start the car. you are instantly startled into a scream when you heard the loudest sound come from the car as it started. engine roaring as if the it was trying to signal to your boyfriend what you were doing. connie opened an eye as he listened to the sound of his car cry for him. “this girl-” he cuts himself off as he rises from the bed, making his was out to you.

you sat in the car trying to watch a video on driving stick shift cars. you were disobedient but you weren’t crazy. you wanted some type of knowledge on the subject before you tried to jump right into it and break your boyfriends car. you glanced at the front door, thinking you heard it slam. you did a double take as fear instantly planted itself inside your heart. there connie stood in all his glory on the porch. he was shirtless, tattoos running from his chest and shoulders all the way down to his fingers. his grey sweats hung low on his hips as his boxers peeked out over them. he stared right into your eyes, reading you. at this point you already knew what was gonna happen so you just turned the car off and continued to stare.

you can see him mouth out a “bring your ass over here” as he pointed to the porch below him. you were done for. you quietly exit the vehicle before approaching your very angry boyfriend. he instantly brought you into the house with a tight hand around the back of your neck. “go in the room and take all that shit off. got me fucked up” connie mumbled the last sentence as he let go of your neck abruptly, causing you to stumble forward before quickly walking to your shared bedroom to undress. it was only about five minutes before he came back to your naked figure on the bed. you refused to make eye contact with him, knowing that the slightest glace could lead you to tears.

connie wasn’t having that though, instantly grabbing your chin and pulling it towards him. he forced you to look him in the eyes. “face down” he grumbled. your eyes widened in shock. you couldn’t lie he looked so sexy right now and it was making it hard for you not to start getting wet. your heart began to race, knowing that no matter how wet you are he won’t be able to fit without you being in pain if he doesn’t prep you. as if he could read you mind, connie rolled his eyes as he replied, “mama relaxxxx. you trust me right?” you replied with a quiet “yes” as he continued. “then turn over and arch it like i said.” you did as you were told, making the deepest arch you could.

before you can think you felt two of connie’s thick fingers enter your pussy. moans flew from your mouth as he continued to softly dig into you. your back began to lift, arch already breaking from just his fingers. “fix it princess. before i do.” connie’s ministrations didn’t stop as you tried your best to put your back down. you began to feel pressure in your stomach, signaling to you that you were about to come. but that didn’t matter because his fingers left you with a quickness. you looked back and watched him pull his sweats down, freeing his dick from its restraints. connie had a pretty dick that stood at about eight and a half inches. it had a thick light brown base with a pink tip that always made you salivate at the sight of it.

he noticed you staring and decides to tease you, stroking himself slowly. running his other hand all over his tattooed chest as he made direct eye contact with you. low brown eyes giving your body chills. “you like staring at my dick baby? promise you it feels ten times better than it looks.” you turn your head forward, unable to keep looking at this man when he was being so seductive. connie loved flustering you. the fact that he can make you so shy turned him on the most. he shook himself out of his thoughts as he lined himself up with your entrance. “don’t cum until i say so. test me and you’ll be here all night.” he said sternly.

you completely believed him too. his stamina was insane and you got the luxury of seeing it first hand when he fucked you through two whole movies. you feel his big hand wrap around the back of your neck, yanking you up, back rubbing against his chest. “you hear me mami?” you didn’t even notice that you went so long without talking. so deep into your head that you weren’t really giving him all of your attention. “yes daddy. i’ll only cum when you say.” connie abruptly let go of you, letting your body fall back to the bed. you felt a strong sting run through your lower half as he began pushing half of his dick into you.

you moaned at how big he was. he wasn’t even fully inside and he already felt so deep. connie watched as you struggled to keep your arch, loving that you were trying your best for him. as he pushed more of himself into you, his actions were halted by your small hand on his stomach. “it’s too deep papa i can’ttttt.” you talked a lot of shit but at the end of the day you were always a whining bitch when it came to taking dick. connie ignored your cries, knowing that you can take much more than he’s giving you right now. “move your hand or ima cuff you.” you whine as you slowly moved your hand away, letting him give you the rest of him. he held it there for a moment so you can adjust and calm down before he started picking up his pace.

hard deep strokes were given as you said his name repeatedly like a prayer. your eyes rolled back as he began hitting that spongy spot inside you. connie always knew where to hit it to make you ready to melt into the sheets. “you like that shit mama? you like when daddy’s upset?” you could barely reply to him as he kept fucking you deeply. babbling incoherent sentences as you drooled on the sheets. “da-daddy ohh m’goddd.” you couldn’t keep yourself together and to make matters worse connie decided to reach around and start teasing your clit. your arch broke instantly. you lied flat on the bed as you tried to plead with your man. “p-please con n-no moreeee.” he gave you a bored expression before he rolled his eyes, giving you a hard smack on your ass. you mewled loudly as tears weld up in your eyes.

before you could even think of crawling away you felt connie pull you up by your waist, forcing you back into your arch before shoving his full length back into you. you screamed, hand flying back to his abdomen to try to get him to ease up. “please c-connie i can’t take itttt.” you felt him roughly grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back as he gave you another slap on your ass. connie began picking up his pace, fucking you harder and faster into the mattress. “call me that again and ima put it in your stomach.” he spat on your brown pussy, wetting the base of his dick so he can hit you deeper. “y-your already i-in my tummy daddy pleaseee.” he smirked as he continued to drill into you. pushing your back down until your stomach was touching the sheets.

your boyfriend began to admire you, loving how your skin looked under the dim lights of your bedroom. plus your beautiful shade of brown looked so good sprawled out on the black silk sheets. he was so in love with you even if you liked to act up a lot. “why you think it was okay to try to take my car hmm? you know better.” connie breathed out. your pretty body was starting to get to him. looking at your ass clap onto his stomach repeatedly had him in a trance. “m’sorry babyyyy. i promise m’not gonna do it againnn.” you whine as you felt your stomach tighten. you were so close to coming and didn’t know if you can hold it any longer.

“mmm i don’t know. i think you needa use more than words for me to forgive you.” connie knew your body very well so when you clenched around him he automatically knew you were about to come. so he pulled out and made his way to his side of the bed. he stared into your eyes as he lied on his back. “you gon keep staring or you gon come ride this dick baby?” you crawled over to him before situating yourself onto his lap. connie looked up at you, smirking as he began to play with your perky breasts. you were a bit intimidated by his size since you knew he wouldn’t let you take anything less than the whole thing. nervousness ran through your body as you sunk down on your boyfriends dick. both of your faces contorting into ones of pleasure the closer you got to the bottom. you tried to quickly get yourself used to his size. so you can start moving to reach the orgasm you lost.

connie gripped your ass as you bounced on his dick. getting lost in the pleasure, “estás muy guapa hah-. se siente tan bien.” connie’s hard exterior was starting to break, moaning his professions of love in his first language as you picked up your pace. “ahh- papi te quiere mucho princesa.” he groaned as he found himself becoming entranced by your body. feeling your ass jiggle in his hands and your beautifully brown tits bounce near his face. he watched as the moans about how good he felt fell from your pretty mouth. “ahh daddy ‘s so biggg. finna make me cum” you ran your hands up his chest. caressing his large pecs as you looked down at him with low eyes. “mmm ride that dick mami c’mon” connie slapped your ass and threw his head back when you started grinding down on him, rubbing your clit all over his lower stomach. he felt his body grow hot as he neared his end. he looked so sexy under you. bottom lip tucked under his pearly white teeth , adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to keep his eyes from rolling in pleasure.

he was just as addicted to you as you were to him.“you forgive me papa?” you say, lowering your lips to his. connie closed the distance between the two of you, roaming your mouth with his tongue sloppily as you continued to bounce yourself onto him. he couldn’t stay mad at you. not when you were fucking him like this. “yea- yea baby i forgive you. how ‘bout we cum together hmm?” he said as the two of you detached from one another. you start bouncing harder, making the both of you moan in unison. connie played with your clit with his thumb trying to bring you to your climax with him. you threw your head back, squeezing his chest as you felt the tightness in your stomach become harder to subdue. “i’m finna cum daddy please please pleaseee.” you moaned as the coil inside of you was ready to snap. connie gripped your hips and started piston up into you, pushing himself closer to the edge. “yea ma i’m right there wit you.” that was all you needed hear as the two of you hungrily kissed each other while you came undone.

one barely being able to kiss the other back as the both of you felt connie’s thick load spill into you, legs shaking as you squirted onto his stomach at the same time. you panted loudly as the two of you came down from your highs. you lied your head on his chest as you continued to try to catch your breath. “what’d we learn mama?” connie breathed while pulling the covers over the two of you. he rubbed your back as you looked away from him, trying to hide your face into the crook of his neck as you replied. “don’t be hardheaded.” you whispered shyly. and though your reply was correct, you and connie both knew that you were holding back on the full answer. this caused him to give you a light tap on your ass, kneading it before giving it a rough squeeze, “and?” you jumped up, startled by the little sting brought to your butt. you decided to quit playing before you got your walls knocked down again. giving your man the full answer.“anddd don’t touch daddy’s car”

“that’s my girl.”

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heheheheh i love ur writing (exlamation mark) have u done dating dallas winston headcanons??

my exlamation mark key wont work

dating dallas

i’m not gonna sit here and say dallas wouldn’t be a shit boyf sometimes bc he definitely would be!

his love language is being mean🫶 source: he told me

that being said he likes you

like really like you

so he does try his hardest to be the best boyf he can be

he says “wear wtv you want i can fight” and i stand by this!

some guy eyes you the wrong way?? on the floor.

someone makes fun of your outfit? he keys their car.

also lowkey protective.. (i’m projecting)

like it’s more possessiveness in the mindset of “i got her and she’s mine not yours” kinda but im the nicest way possible

hates fun things!

but when he gets w you he’s like “ok maybe fun isn’t so bad…”

let’s you ramble at night bc he’s just so shot

you may on his chest and talk and talk while he just falls asleep

(he likes the sound of your voice and it lulls him to sleep)

teaches you how to do all his favorite things

stealing, playing pool, playing drinking games, a lot of dumb shit

takes you on dates but only after you drop like a million hints

“my friend told me her boyfriend took her to this bar downtown…”

“…and?”

“like on a date”

he had an “OHHHHHHH” moment

when he really likes you

like a few months into dating

he lets you wear his rings🥹

but they’re too big so he gets you a chain to wear them on instead 

when you guys argue it’s the woooorst

like he will never admit he’s wrong

also he’s a little too cocky and that gets on your nerves oh lord

“i don’t like the way that girl was looking at you”

“well, i get it so🤷‍♂️”

you bitch slap him instantly

long story short dallas winston isn’t the best boyfriend but he tries

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Can you write Mike being into mean women 👀? Like the reader, working in the same place as him, and is super mean to him during work and he's into that?

Bonus point: they're super sweet to kids, especially to Abby, like a mother figure.

Part Two

OMGOMG I WAS THINKING ON WRITING THAT TOO

Request more guys I'm starting to love writing

Pairings - Mike Schmidt ft. Mean!Reader

Warnings - Cursing and probably offensive jokes

I'll make part two of this cause i really love it

You started working on this weird pizzeria as a janitor weeks ago it's not that much job for you because there's no weird activities the animatronics had made.

It's evening in the morning and mike is already running late for his first day at work, when he arrived he saw a car and the lock is gone. So what does the key for the padlock steve gave him for?

Mike approached the door unlocking the door as he slowly entered the pizzeria as he was greeted by a flickering lights of the welcome sign.

He saw you cleaning the place as a earpods is inserted on your ears, "Another guard again. Then after this shift you'll never come back." That was your greet, you are tired of people going to this place then after the night they wouldn't come back and another person will came again.

"I won't i really need this job." Mike remarked as you looked at him and rolled your eyes out of annoyance "Whatever you say big guy." You said as you continued cleaning as mike finds his way to the monitor.

Mike wouldn't lie he find it attractive, something about you has a hit for him. He hates it when people are mean to him, but you?? Oh God..

He finally learned on how the monitor works as he switch and switch the camera to see where you are cleaning.

He started looking around as he saw a tape that has his name on it he started it as the video showed him everything he needs to know.

As the video ended he started looking around more seeing the locker, as he open the locker as the balloon boy greated him with fear. "Don't hurt yourself just because of a toy." You remarked as you sweep into his way going outside the door.

You scared him more than the balloon boy scared him he is so head over heels to you, mike stopped thinking about the toy as he started wearing the vest.

It didn't took long for vanessa to come and visit at the pizzeria. "Hey shen, come in." You dryly said as it was raining outside for vanessa to be outside. Shen is your nickname for vanessa it's simple you accidentally pronounced vanessa's name as "vanesha" that's how shen is created.

"Ohh hi mike i see you are already here and this is (y/n) she's a janitor for like a week." Vanessa said as she made you both greet yourselves, "Nice to meet you." mike said he's so nervous but he is dedicated to meet you.

"You too.." You said as you came back to cleaning while vanessa showed mike the badges as an official pizzeria guard. "is she always been that mean?" Mike asked out of nowhere, he also didn't know why he asked it.

"Hmm i tell you always, but you'll get used to it then she'll cool down a little bit." Vanessa said as she started putting the badge on mikes vest, everything went well until you guys have to go home cause the shift is over. That makes mike feel a little bit sad since he know he's gonna wait for long hours, hmm seems like he has work crush now.

The next next night mike bring abby with him since max never came after the whole stealing thing on the pizzeria.

As every night you were always there first so mike didn't really struggle much as you already started cleaning.

"good evening (y/n)" mike greeted you as you turned around seeing a little girl beside him which excites you, "Ohh hi little girl.." You greeted the child beside mike waving to her completely ignoring mike's greet, as vanessa said he already got used to it on how many times he had tried talking to you.

"I'm (Y/n), what's your name?" You asked as you kneeled into her level as she gave the same energy you had, "I'm abby.." Abby responded as she shyly admired your beauty.

"Nice to meet you abby." You said as you smiled at her, "Mike how could you make abby stay this late." you scolded mike as he tried explaining but you shush him bringing abby with you into the room where mike works as you grab a few seats a long the way to make a fort for abby.

"How do you know i love fort?" Abby curiously asked as you started making the fort, "I don't really, but when i was a kid i used to love forts so i just thought you would like it." you explained as you are making everything perfect for abby to sleep.

"Are you hungry?" You asked abby as she sat beside the fort, "I'm not that hungry but thank you." abby said as she smiled seeing the fort as mike stand leaning at the door as he adored how you manage to gain abby's trust.

"Good night abby.." you said with a smile as you cover her up with blanket as she fall asleep fast.

"Stop staring and start helping me clean schmidt." You said as you stood up coming back to your mean self which mike really loved but seeing you act so motherly to abby makes him really feel happy.

Both of you started cleaning around the place which made both of you really tired especially thinking on how big the place is and stacking up the heavy chairs. Because of tiredness both of you decided to sleep on where the monitor is.

Another hour had passed as abby was woken up by a voice calling her, she is quick to respond as she crawled out of the forst seeing both you deeply asleep. She tried lightly pushing mike but he is still asleep.

Abby started walking around the place going to the main place where the animatronics are. Abby greeted the animatronics as it started approaching her.

Mike is already have with his dream as he is woken up by you "Mike! Mike wake the fuck up! Abby is gone." You said as you panickly said as you heard a scream making both of you run into the dining area.

"Abby!" Mike yelled as you guys saw the animatronics circling around abby as she kept on screaming, it didn't take a while for the animatronics to look both of you as fear creeped you.

As mike picked up a chair as if it has any use as the bear animatronics approached him, "Hey.. They're wouldn't stop thought i was gonna die. Freddy this is my brother mike and that's (y/n)." Abby said as she made freddy acknowledge both of you.

"Abby what is this?" Mike terrifiedly asked as freddy couldn't stop staring at him like a mad man, as he turned to you as you greet him with a wave. "Come on i wanna meet you the others." Abby said to mike as she grab your hands to meet the other animatronics.

"So this is bonnie, foxy and chica." Abby stated their name as mike slowly walked on where both of you and abby are standing.

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Relax, Lay Back:

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: Steve wants to take things slow, you have other things in mind. | my blog and this fic are NSFW 18+

the song: total control by Djo

warnings: SMUT(hand job - reader performing / fingering - reader performing / semi-public - steve's car parked somewhere / finger/cum sucking - reader performing)

Steve Harrington is nothing like you thought he’d be. 

He picks you up for your first date prompt and with a bouquet of flowers. He pays for the popcorn, and your drink, it’s all gentlemanly and pink cheeks and breath hitching as his fingers slide their way into yours, knocking the popcorn to the floor on accident. Whispering apologies and cursing under his breath as he goes to stand with a promise of getting more. Tugging him back down firmly, you assure him it’s fine and snuggle closer into his side, palms held tightly together on his thigh.

And that’s it.

He doesn’t try to kiss you. He doesn’t try to move your hands higher. Steve Harrington holds your tiny hand in his large one and does nothing else the entire night. He holds your hand for so long your palms are sweating so much that you both quickly wipe them on your pants as you stand to leave. And then, much to your dismay, he takes you home. 

Steve doesn’t pull over on some dimly lit road to make out with you in his car. When he pulls up to your house he doesn’t push you up against that shiny BMW to steal a kiss. He doesn’t even look at your ass as you walk up your steps and fiddle with your key, and he definitely doesn’t come inside. Instead, he kisses your cheek, breathes out a quiet, “Goodnight, honey,” and walks down your steps, jumping over the last one and spinning his keys on his fingers. 

He does turn to look over his shoulder, to risk a glance back at you. And you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Jean shorts and a band t-shirt for a first date instead of a skirt, chucks on your feet, and the glow of the porchlight makes you like an angel. He swears you’re actually something straight out of a movie - you’re the girl all the songs are about. Bottom lip pulled between your teeth, your eyes go wide as they meet his and his heart thunders in his ears so loudly he feels dizzy and he actually - he trips. He catches himself before he falls on his face like a total loser, but it’s enough of a show to have the frown that was tugging on your lips lifting until you're hiding a laugh behind your hand. Calling out across the buzz of cicadas and sprinklers, “Goodnight, Steve.”

Steve thinks about the way you say his name the entire drive home. He thinks about how he should have kissed you, and wonders if your lips would have tasted like the cherry chapstick he saw you try to rub on discreetly in the car. He thinks about the way he can’t fuck this up, not you. Not this. He has to take it slow, and he has to go jerk off in the shower and before bed and right when he wakes up almost every single day because you’re so pretty and it’s like you don’t even know you’re driving him crazy. 

He does it right though. He’s patient and only holds your hand and takes you on too many dates to count. When he asks you to be his girl, the smile on your face almost makes him take you right there in the diner parking lot though. 

But it’s you, who takes charge in that moment. Tugging on his belt loops, you pull his body flush against yours and breathe into his parting lips, just brushing yours against his as you question, “You gonna kiss me or not Steve?”

He nods, because what else can he do?

It’s sweet until it isn’t. You’re all sighs and soft touches, Steve’s hands finding your waist and yours wrapping around his neck. It’s slow, sensual, like Steve is trying to memorize the way you taste and feel and you him. Strawberry milkshakes and a little salty from your fries, you’re pressing up onto your tiptoes, neck craning and back arching just to chase him a little more. Steve lets you both fall against the side of his car, tongue licking the seam of your lips and moaning quietly into your mouth as you open for him. Your fingers tangle into the back of his hair, tugging lightly and it’s like a switch is flipped. 

Steve’s mouth moves against yours faster, hungrier, like he’s chasing the fading sun on the horizon in your lips. Wide hands resting on your hips, inching under your shirt and slotting his knee between your legs. Using your arms around his neck, you tug yourself up ever so slightly so you can rest comfortably on his thigh, toes brushing the ground just barely and you push against him, a war with who can soak up more of the other faster with only their lips. 

Steve waves the white flag as he comes up for air first, foreheads pressing together and when your eyes flutter open, you see his are still closed. He nudges his nose into your cheek, breathless, hands squeezing your sides and your lips find his again and he whines. Steve Harrington actually whines into your mouth and pulls away again, “Baby, we should slow down.”

His eyes open to find yours staring back at him and he knew he should have kept them closed. Your hair all windswept and eyes bright and burning with something he’s never seen in a girl before. Mischief. Trouble. Risk. Lips glossy and red from the way he was just claiming them as his. Steve is a goner. He’s fucked. 

And that’s before you lean in, hands pressing to his chest and lips kissing his chin and whisper, “Wanna go for a ride?”

Fourteen agonizing minutes later, you’re straddling his legs, back to his steering wheel and dragging his hand over the lace of your bra. You’re mesmerized by the size of Steve’s fingers, the way they fit between yours and swallow you up. How they should be fumbling and accident prone but they’re sure and precise, and skilled in knowing just the right pressure in just the right places. But tonight is not about you, you’re impatient, and you’ve been waiting long enough for what you know is in his jeans. 

Leaving his hands to explore your body on their own, his lips pause their assault on your neck as your fingers brush over the bulge in his jeans. He starts to pull away, but the small space leaves your heads close together. Not quite touching, sweat glistening on your chest and lit up by the moonlight coming in through the foggy glass, you’re a masterpiece. Steve’s eyes are the ocean and the forest and the world you want to explore and he’s perfect. Each freckle, eyelash and strands of his normally perfectly styled hair roughed up and erratic from you are precise brushstrokes, conscious decisions in what makes up the work of art that’s Steve. 

Steve swallows as the song on the radio shifts to something quieter, softer, and how your breath hitches like this is something big. Something important. Something meaningful. His hands roam over your shoulders and down your arm and he smiles and kisses your jaw as you shiver.

“We don’t have to keep going, honey,” he whispers like a fool.

“I know this will be hard for you to do, but relax,” you whisper like a devil and an angel at once. 

Your hand dips down and pulls the lever of his seat quickly, and you both fall back at the sharp movement as the seat creaks, both of you laughing and you bury your head in Steve’s chest, catching your breath before sitting up again. 

Every movement, every sound, every touch is amplified by the billions as you drag his zipper down, and tug your lip in as his length is freed, pink and swollen and ready to actually cum all over the place if you so much as glance at it again. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, hands on your arms, “Baby, really, you don’t have to if you don’t want-”

Your lips meet his ear as your hand wraps around the base, pulling up slowly just once, “Relax, lay back.”

When your breath leaves his ear his eyes flutter open to find you with a long line of spit dripping from your pink lips and falling onto the already leaking head of his cock. He moans as you smirk up at him, hand drawing the spit down. Your hands are tiny, fast, and make him look even bigger and he’s fucking losing it, hips canting up to chase your movements. 

You’re just as breathless, hungry for the sight of him needy like this, “Feel good, Steve?”

His head falls back against the seat, neck extended and his eyes squeezed shut, “Yeah, yeah, fuck baby, you’re so, christ.”

Steve’s a goner, he truly is because he opens his eyes to see your other hand dipping into the waistband of your shorts as you bite your bottom lip when your gazes meet. Releasing your lip, it pops back out to a pouty smirk and your hand moves faster, “Yeah? You like how my pretty little hand looks wrapped around you, Stevie?”

He groans and you’re addicted to this sight, this feeling. Steve’s hips move up to meet your movements more aggressively and your fingers push frantic circles into your swollen nerves and both of your breathing fills the car, the song on the radio washed out by the way Steve groans, “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“Relax, Steve,” your whisper is his final breaking point, releasing total control over to you. He’s yours as he cums with what could have been a sob falling out of his lips. His cum spilling over your hand as you keep working him until his chest is heaving and he’s whimpering your name. 

Never breaking eye contact with him, your fingers lift to your mouth and you suck them free of every drop of his cum, eyes fluttering as your cheeks hollow around the digits. He sits up and yanks at your shorts, desperate to see how his hands look over your body now. 

You’re nothing like Steve Harrington thought you’d be. 

[jar-of-maise]

incorrect quotes with my new fav trio

starring wriothesley, clorinde and neuvillette bc i said so

Wriothesley: What do you think Neuvillette will do for a distraction? Clorinde: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Clorinde: ... or he could do that.

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Wriothesley: How's the sexiest person here~? Neuvillette: I don't know, how are they~? Wriothesley: I- Clorinde, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

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Clorinde: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Wriothesley? Wriothesley: … No. Neuvillette: I do! Clorinde: I know, Neuvillette. Neuvillette: I’m sad! Wriothesley: We know, Neuvillette

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Neuvillette, to Wriothesley and Clorinde: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Wriothesley: ... Clorinde: ... Wriothesley: That is such an open-ended question. Clorinde: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

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Wriothesley: We need a diversion. I say Neuvillette gets naked. Neuvillette: No. Clorinde: Who are we trying to distract again?

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Clorinde, at Neuvillette: Would you like to stay for dinner? Wriothesley, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

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Clorinde: Ooh, somebody has a crush Wriothesley: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Neuvillette I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Wriothesley, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Neuvillette: There's no way they like me back. Clorinde: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. Neuvillette: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

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Neuvillette: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Clorinde: Clorinde: I'm gonna tell them. Wriothesley: Don't you dare.

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Wriothesley: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Clorinde: What’s up your ass this morning! Neuvillette: *walks in* ...Hey. Clorinde: Hmm… nevermind. Wriothesley: WAIT NO!

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Wriothesley: Do you cook? Neuvillette: I made a cake once. Clorinde: Yeah, it was good. Neuvillette: Really? Clorinde: Don’t make me lie twice, Neuvillette.

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Neuvillette: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Clorinde: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Wriothesley: Ya know... it might be.

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Clorinde: Did Wriothesley just tell me he loved me for the first time? Neuvillette: Yeah, he did. Clorinde: And did I just do finger guns back? Neuvillette: Yeah, you did.

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Wriothesley: Where are my fucking keys? Clorinde: Wriothesley, Neuvillette is around, can you say it a little nicer? Wriothesley: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

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*Neuvillette dies in a game with ships* Wriothesley: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Wriothesley: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Clorinde: Legend has it that Neuvillette still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Neuvillette: Of course I do.

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Wriothesley: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Neuvillette: Excuse me [insert name]. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? Clorinde: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Clorinde: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Wriothesley! Neuvillette: So Wriothesley knows about this? Clorinde, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

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Neuvillette: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Wriothesley: Like its slips on and off really easily. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: No, I didn't mean it like that- Clorinde: We know what you meant.

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Clorinde: What have you done with Neuvillette? Wriothesley: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

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Neuvillette, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Wriothesley: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Wriothesley: Here you go. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: Clorinde: Why am I here?

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Wriothesley: I’m this close to falling in love with Neuvillette. Clorinde: Your fingertips are touching. Wriothesley: Exactly.

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Neuvillette: Would you take a bullet for me? Wriothesley: ...yes? *Clorinde angrily burst into the room* Neuvillette: *running away* Great, thanks!

guys i love them a healthy amount i swear. NOW DIE ON THIS HILL WITH ME

PART II is now up!

[bbina]

after spending the whole night with the guys, it was time to go home

“are you riding with us?” you hear sungchan ask, referring to him and eunseok since you guys did carpool on the way to the place the guys decided to meet

you glance at wonbin who was busy chatting with shotaro. wonbin feels your gaze and turns to you with a smile. that was the only answer you needed

“i’m gonna go with wonbin” you say absentmindedly

“ah, okay” sungchan says, patting your shoulder before he going to eunseok to probably tell that you wouldn’t be going home with them just yet

from your peripheral vision you see wonbin holding his hand out and just like a magnet, you instantly gravitate towards him.

“another late night date i assume?” shotaro teases, nudging wonbin with his elbow. wonbin laughs, pushing shotaro away as he blushes a bit. (he’s legitimately down bad im ctfu)

“hope you don’t mind i steal him again” you poke your tongue out at shotaro before wrapping your arms around wonbin’s, snuggling to his side as you patiently wait for them to finish chitchatting

shotaro laughs, before shooing wonbin away.

“you can keep him all you want”

you grin at shotaro before he says his goodbye to wonbin. he was probably gonna ask to ride with the rest of the guys, most probably ask eunseok to drop him off but you didn’t care as long as you were with wonbin

“sorry bout that, we were just talking about random shit as if i don’t live in the same building as him” wonbin chuckles, fishing for his car keys (more like shotaro’s) as you two walk to the parking lot.

wonbin clicks the unlock button on the keys. before you could grab the car door, wonbin himself opens it for you.

“my baby should never open her side of the door on her own” he jokes, winking as you sit down on the passenger seat with a laugh.

“god you’re insufferable” you giggle, watching him jog over to his side of the car before he turns the ignition on. you feel your cheeks start to hurt with the way you’re smiling so widely. who knew you and wonbin would ever be like this

“but you like it” he claims. which was true, you do like this side of wonbin that only you get to see. to the others he may seem a little mysterious and nonchalant, but to you? that’s a whole different story

“so, where to?” wonbin asks, as he backs up on the parking lot. his other hand on your head rest as he turns around to see where he’s going. you feel yourself blush at the sight. one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your seat as he meticulously gets out of the tight parking space.

there goes the butterflies in your stomach again. they’ve been at it for a while now. ever since that one date where he got you ‘just because’ flowers. you try to ignore those weird fuzzy feeling you get whenever wonbin’s around but lately, it seems to be impossible

“anywhere really” you say, not caring where the road takes you two. the night was still young

“i’m glad i met you, y/n” wonbin starts softly, a smile creeping up his face. stealing glances here and there as he once again drives you around the streets of seoul

“we met during freshman year” you point out, holding in your laugh as you remember how you initially met the boy beside you.

it was just like yesterday when you all were just freshmen in highschool. all fresh out of middle school as you all adjust to the new life of being a highschooler.

that year you weren’t classmates with neither eunseok and sungchan. they were classmates in another section so that meant you were alone during your first year.

that’s how you met wonbin. you were in the same class at him and you two got paired for a research paper in science together. a subject you weren’t really the brightest in

it was after school when wonbin first approached you. you were waiting for eunseok and sungchan to come pick you by the hallway when wonbin approached you for the first time.

“hi” he said so softly that you almost didn’t hear it. you looked at him in surprise, is this the first friend that’s not sungchan that you’ll ever make?

“i’m your partner–”

wonbin wasn’t able to finish his sentence when eunseok and sungchan arrive. the first thing eunseok heard out of all things was “partner” and instantly, his overprotective brother mode just switched on

“partner?” eunseok raises an eyebrow at the kid who seemed to be around his age in front of him. “you and my sister?” he pushes on, using his height as an advantage to press on the poor boy in front of him

wonbin visibly gulps and turns to you with nervous eyes. a little call for help as you’d like to think. even if the situation was funny, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for your new… friend

“eunseok quit being a dumbass he’s my partner for a paper we’re doing in science” you roll your eyes as you pull your brother away from the now shaking wonbin. poor boy must’ve been shaken up from the sudden interrogation from a guy he didn’t even know, who seemed to be in a different class in a new environment

“science? oof. good luck with her, kid” sungchan makes a sour face, teasing you. you let out an irritated sigh before smacking him and eunseok.

“hey!”

“what was that for!?”

wonbin can only watch the three of you in amusement. you, his classmate having this power against the two twin towers from another class

“anyway kid, i was just joking around back there. i’m eunseok, what’s your name?” eunseok brushes his wrinkled uniform before holding his hand out for wonbin to shake

“i’m wonbin” he mutters, shyly taking his hand

“nice to meet you wonbin! i’m sungchan!” sungchan greets, also holding his hand out

“don’t mind them. they’re practically my brothers and we’re all attached by the hip.. anyway! about our paper, we can talk about it tomorrow or i can give you my number and we can talk about it later tonight?” you suggest options since you can’t really do much now that eunseok and sungchan has arrived

wonbin hears sungchan mumbling about already giving out numbers on the first meet, earning another smack from you

“or he could join us to eat right now. i’m starving and i’m craving for ramen” eunseok proposes, having enough of prolonging the after school meal you three had planned all day.

even if wonbin wanted to decline initially, who could say no to food?

“that sounds better! that way we can get to know him too!” you cheer as you throw your thumbs up in front of wonbin

“what do you say, wonbin?” you ask, waiting for his response

“i’m cool with that” wonbin smiles at the three of you. you all cheer as he tags along with your group for the first time. who knew during the first day of classes he’d already find himself a group of friends (or acquaintances for now)

and after that, the rest was history. your little friend group, backstreet boys was formed.

who knew the same boy you were partners in for a class back in freshman year would turn out to be your partner again a few years later.

“i’m serious! who knew you’d be this important to me..” wonbin mutters the last part hoping you wouldn’t hear it but unfortunately for him, you heard it

“awweee is this wonbin finally admitting he likes me?” you jokingly coo, reaching over to pinch his now blushing cheek.

wonbin scrunches his nose as he leans towards your touch

“so what if i do?” he banters, turning his head to look at you with lovestruck eyes before turning his attention back at the road ahead.

“of course everyone likes me, it’s me, the song y/n. the one and only”

“that’s not what i meant” wonbin interjects and it made your stomach drop

your eyes widened as you retract your hand from his cheek. does he mean it like that?

“.. oh” you laughed awkwardly, caught off guard at the sudden shift in the conversation.

“yeah..” wonbin murmurs. of course you’re song y/n. the song y/n that ultimately stole his heart amidst the chaos and uncertainty of your arrangement

the song on aux suddenly plays k. by cigarettes after sex. the soft, slow mellow ambiance of the song changing the atmosphere inside the car. it was now a silent car ride heading to who knows where. wonbin then reaches his hand towards yours, intertwining them as he rests his hand on your thigh

“think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else”

wonbin sings along to the song. stealing glances here and there til the song finishes.

you’re not dumb. there was a nagging feeling at the back of your head on where this was going and you didn’t like it one bit. you thought about this for a while now. sure, you’d be beyond happy that you and wonbin would become official. disregard the whole fake dating set up and make it real once for all but it’s just unfair for wonbin.

it’s so unfair.

you both knew what you two were getting into and the last thing you wanted was to actually catch real, genuine feelings for each other.

unlike with sungchan, the feeling of being with wonbin was just different. so different that it genuinely scared you to try anything real. maybe it was the close proximity during the trip that made you daring back then. knowing that by the time the trip was over, you and wonbin were also over. like you two didn’t share those quiet moments, those kisses, those lingering touches, intimate moments with wonbin that are now a distant but fond memories

what you didn’t expect was the arrangement to continue on. you didn’t have a back up plan when you initially made this pact with wonbin and now you’re seeing the consequences.

it’s not like you didn’t fall for wonbin along the way. you definitely did at some point, but to refrain yourself from making the same mistakes you did with sungchan, you chose to suppress the feeling. the feeling wonbin makes it feel like you two are missing puzzle pieces, the feeling wonbin makes you feel so secure in yourself, the feeling wonbin makes you feel that it’s him that you want and no one else

you can’t hurt wonbin. you couldn’t hurt wonbin. you can’t be with wonbin

with a fake smile, you gently squeeze wonbin’s hand. as if it’s a sign that everything will be alright. you’re hoping that wonbin wakes up from his little dream with you in it soon. it can’t end like this.

not like this.

between the lines ★ long way home

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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[irisintheafterglow]

there's one week out of the entire year iwaizumi hajime loathes: back to school week at the gym.

as an athletic trainer? sure, he's happy for all these new students stepping out of their comfort zones and trying out their campus' amenities. as your boyfriend? he's one more lingering look away from hurling a kettlebell at whoever stares at your body for too long.

"haji, my love. you're scaring the new kids," you chide, setting the squat bar with your warmup weight back on its hooks.

"not my fault they've got wandering eyes," he grumbles, his usual approachable demeanor nowhere to be found. "how many plates, babe?"

"i'll do one for now, but grab me two ten's just in case. i'm trying to take it easy today, but not too easy," you request after a sip from the water bottle he'd gifted you for your first anniversary. a gold volleyball charm the size of your fingernail dangled from the side on a keychain, identical to the one hanging from his car keys.

"you can do two plates in your sleep. i'd say three is where you start to struggle," he points out while rolling you the weights, ever the cheerleader in testing your strength to its limits. "but do what you feel's right for today. don't worry about those assholes who keep lookin' at you." as you work through your sets and add on plates, you vaguely hear your boyfriend's firm mutters of warning as fresh faces pass by.

keep it moving.

eyes elsewhere, buddy.

look there one more time and i'm gonna call security, newbie.

maybe it's because he's preoccupied with playing security guard, or maybe it's because you want to show off, but you end up sliding on a bit more weight than you can handle on your best days. your legs wobble on their own, the strength in your quads gradually fading as muscle failure sets in. you shake away a few beads of sweat that drip from your forehead and will yourself to dig deeper.

"there you go, baby. that's it," hajime murmurs encouragingly, the note of awe in his voice evident. "doing great. just a few more."

"haji, i don't think i got this one," you chuckle nervously, your chest heaving with deep, hurried breaths. "might be...fuck...a little too close to the sun, here...shit."

"say the word and i'll get you, honey," he reassures you, smirking at your colorful strings of curses that you only said when you were really pushing it. his eyes scan your body for any inkling that your form is deteriorating; like he promised you the first day he convinced you to go to the gym with him, his number one priority will always be your safety. whether that be creeps who keep stealing glimpses at your legs or attempting a new pr, he vowed that he would be there to protect you. "two more, baby. you're killing it."

you better back the hell up before i make you, he quietly threatens to a duo of freshmen that were inching closer to you from a blindspot in your vision. as he's glaring daggers, you're blinking away dark spots in your vision and trembling by the time you finish your last rep.

"haji, babe, you got me?" your body feels like it's frozen in a squat, unable to push yourself back up no matter how much you tried. maybe this is how atlas felt when he was holding up the world, you think to yourself. hajime's definitely gonna tease you for that one, later.

"you need me?" he's behind you in an instant, enveloping you in warmth and positioning his hands next to yours. the smell of his cologne and the familiar shape of his body behind yours give you a surge of energy, enough to force out one more word before your final push.

"please." he shoots one last look of warning to someone behind him before effortlessly helping you place the bar back on the hooks, kissing the top of your head once you've let your muscles relax. "thanks, baby."

"it's what i'm here for. i'm proud of you," he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your cheek when you turn to face him. he holds your bottle for you as you sip, your lower body still shaking even though you're only standing.

"alright." you smile once you've had your fill and re-racked your weights. you spot a pack of girls eyeing your boyfriend from the treadmills and stifle a laugh that he catches anyway. "your turn."

"what're you laughin' about?"

"it's nothing. need help with your plates?"

"i'm good, just stay there and look pretty. i'm gonna be wondering what you're laughing at for the rest of the night, though." he shrugs passive-aggressively and you roll your eyes. he follows your eyeline, zeroing in on the group batting their eyelashes at him like sirens. "hmm. friends of yours?"

"never seen them in my life," you reply. "guess it's time for me to play guard dog."

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[spooky-bunnys]

Haitani Baby Brother

Part 1

(Name) hadn't been feeling the best the past few weeks. His Omega was out of control and according to his older brothers. His sent necame sweeter. (Name) thought it was because his heat had been coming up. It starts in two days. He didn't want to find an Alpha for this coming heat. He wanted to be alone. Maybe he'll just steal his brothers clothing again.

(Name) woke up confused and felt even more sick. He was supposed to start his heat today. But nothing happened. (Name) ran his hand through his hair before leaving his nest. He opened the door to his room and was greeted by his oldest brother. "(Name) what are you doing up? You started your heat didn't you?" (Name) crossed his arms and shook his head. "Aniki. I didn't start my heat." Ran looked confused then froze.

(Name) confused waved a hand in front of his brothers face. "Aniki? Are you okay should I call Rin?" Ran quickly grabbed (Name)'s wrist. He grabbed it tightly but not too tight. Ran quickly made his way down stairs and grabbed his car keys. While getting dragged (Name) was honestly getting scared. "Aniki what's going on? Your scaring me!" Ran released his wrist and pulled out his phone. "(Name) I'm taking you to the doctor that works under Bonten."

Confused as he was (Name) knew not to argue with his brothers when they went into protective brother alpha mode. (Name) confusingly nodded and watched Ran call not only the doctor but Rindou too apparently. As Ran excorted (Name) to his car, (Name) couldn't help but get more worried. What was going on?

As they arrive at Bonten HQ Rindou was outside pacing. When (Name) got out of the car he made his way to his other older brother and quickly shoved his head into his scent glad. Trying to calm himself with a familiar sent. Rindou jumped but calmed himself while rubbing (Name)'s back. Smelling the worried but extremely sweet scent of his baby brother. Rindou trying to calm him down while Ran leaded them towards the doctors office.

(Name) looked around his brothers work place as they went. He's never been here before since his older brothers didn't like exposing (Name) to what they do. When they reached the doctors door (Name) was pumping out scared pheromones. His brothers tried calming him down but they weren't helping. The door opens and what welcomes the doctor is a crying Omega and the two Haitani executives trying to calm him down.

"Mr. Haitani you called me about an ultrasound?" Ran nodded quickly and wrapped his arm around (Name) pushing him into the doctors office with Rindou on his heals. (Name) was confused. Why would his brother want him to get an ultrasound? Unless....(Name) paled and cried harder. Freaking his brothers out more. Rindou pushed Ran away and scooped up (Name). Getting him to the awaiting bed quicker.

Once (Name) was sat on the bed the doctor immediately got to work setting up the equipment. Ran gave a quick glare to Rindou before looking at (Name) who honestly looked like he was going to faint. Ran felt bad. He probably should've explained what he was taking (Name) to the doctor for. He just knew Rin was gonna lecture him later. After the doctor was finished setting everything up he grabbed a tube of what looked like clear jelly.

"Okay Mr. Haitani. I need you to lift your shirt." (Name) wasn't even paying attention he was stuck in his head. What's gonna happen if he's pregnant? (Name) thought he was careful! He always had the Alpha's he slept with use protection. He took medication that was supposed to prevent pregnancy. The older Haitani's shared a look. Knowing exactly was going through their baby brothers head.

They softly grabbed (Name)'s hands. Each brother taking one. Knocking (Name) from his thoughts. "Whatever happens (Name) know we're here for you. Just one question though." Ran continued Rindou's statement. "Who was the last Alpha you were with?" (Name) didn't need to think hard. He knew what the Alpha looked like....just not his name. (Name) looked embarrassed. Ran smirked. "Aww did our baby brother have a one night stand?"

(Name) shook Ran's hand off and covered his face groaning. Ran teases him over almost anything and everything. Rindou growled. Thinking some Alpha knocked up his brother. Without thinking it wouldn't come back to him? Rindou was gonna track this asshole down. The doctor cleared his throat. Gaining the attention of the Omega.

He raised an eyebrow motioning to the shirt and (Name) blushed. He slowly lifted his shirt showing his stomach for the doctor. When the jelly hit his skin the air left his lungs. Why was the jelly so cold!? His older brothers laughed upon seeing his reaction. The doctor placed the wand on his stomach. Looking around for a few moments before making a happy sound. He pushed a few buttons before removing the wand.

He handed Rindou a towl to wipe the goop off (Name). While Rindou was doing so Ran was talking to (Name) trying to keep him distracted until the doctor was done. Rindou joined in the conversation when he was done. After a few minutes the doctor came back with a smile and a folder in his hand. "Well congratulations Mr. Haitani! You are almost 4 weeks pregnant!" The brothers all froze.

Ran snatching the folder out of his hand opening it quickly. (Name) and Rindou looking over his shoulder. Inside the folder were multiple pictures of a small circle. (Name) was pregnant? (Name) paled. His brothers shared a look. One was surprised the other was angry. They nodded to one another with one though in mind. They were gonna find that Alpha. Rindou took a deep breath and leaned down to his brother.

(Name) looked absolutely terrified. It worried him. "(Name). Hey I need you to look at me." Rindou spoke as soft as he could as to not startle the Omega. That's the last thing he needs to do. After calling his name a few more times (Name) slowly meet Rindou's eye. "I need to know about who you had that one night stand with." (Name)'s eyes started watering. He quickly said he didn't know who it was. He only remembers what he looks like.

When asked what he looked like. The Haitani Alphas saw nothing but red. "H-He was tall. Had beautiful blue eyes. Soft pink hair. H-He also had matching diamond scars on the side of his mouth...." (Name) didn't know what he said wrong but with how murderous his brothers look he could only assume they knew the Alpha. Rindou was the first to somewhat calm down. Noticing how scared (Name) looked. He sighed and smacked the back of his older brothers had.

Ran turned to glare at Rindou until he heard a whimper. When he saw (Name) his heart broke. Neither brother have ever seen (Name) look so weak. They knew what was going through his head. (Name) thought he was gonna raise the baby by himself. Without the Alpha in the picture. Not on their watch. The older brothers nodded. Ran took (Name)'s wrist and helped him up.

Placing his suit jacket on the Omega's shoulder and handed the folder to Rindou so could carry (Name). Once Ran had the Omega settled in his arms the brothers left the office. Both making their way to Ran's office. Where (Name) had a nest in the hidden room behind the book shelf. Once they had (Name) settled down and the Omega was alseep. The brothers made their way to the meeting room.

As they got closer to the meeting room they could hear a loud voice laughing. The voice stirred the anger and fury both brothers were feeling. Ran threw open the door. Anger written all over his face. Rindou gripping the folder knuckles white. Everyone inside stared at them confused. "Who pissed in your cereal?" Sanzu asked a shit eating grin on his face.

Ran immediately lunged towards him. Kakucho grabbing him inches away from Sanzu. Rindou lunged after getting caught by Mochi. "Woah! Hey! The fuck did I do?!" Sanzu had jumped out of his seat. Ready to fight both brothers if needed. Mikey annoyed with all the yelling and growling put a stop to it. Grabbing his gun he shot upwards shutting the fight down quickly. The Haitani Brothers panting and stopped growling glaring hatefully at Sanzu.

"Now. I want to know what the fuck makes you think you two can come in here acting like that." Mikey glared at the brothers. Ran quickly shook Kakucho off and straightened himself glaring at Sanzu one last time before looking at Mikeym "I apologize sir. We were just given some....news." Everyone looked at the older Haitani annoyed and confused. "You got some bad fucking news and tried taking your anger out on me?!"

Sanzu was ready to shoot both brothers in the head and dance on their graves. Rindou growled and tried lunging at him again. Mikey growled loudly. "ENOUGH!" Everyone froze. Mikey stared at Rindou noticing the folder he was gripping. Mikey raised an eyebrow. "Rindou. What's in the folder?" Rindou hadn't calmed down enough so Ran took the lead taking the folder from his brother and handing it to his boss.

Mikey opened the folder. Staring at the pictures and looked at the brothers with a raised brow. "Whose ultrasound?" Mikey placed the folder on the table spreading the pictures. Sanzu laughed loudly. "Aww did one of your bitch Omegas get pregnant saying it wasn't yours?~" Something in Ran snapped. He yanked his wallet out and pulled out a picture. He slammed said picture on the table in front of Sanzu growling. Sanzu stared at him then looked at the picture and grinned.

"Hey! Thats the Omega I've been looking for!" He picked up the picture. "He was the best fuckin I've had in a long time. I've been wanting a round 2." Ran lunged again and once again being caught by Kakucho. Sanzu laughed at his reaction. "Don't tell me he's your Omega?" Mikey stared at the ultrasound pictures and the angry brothers. Going back and forth until something in his mind clicked.

"The Omega." Mikey spoke gaining everyone's attention. Sanzu stared at his King. Hanging on every word. Mikey spoke again. "Who is he?" Sanzu shrugged. "Don't know. I met him at some club. Had an absolute fucking addicting sent." The brothers that were calming were even more angry. Finally Mikey snapped sending the brothers out. Mikey held his hand out towards Sanzu. Who immediately set the picture in his hand.

Mikey looked between the picture before catching a name at the top. He smirked before looking at the small picture in his hand. "Do you know what the Omega's name is?" Sanzu shrugged. "I didn't really care at he time." Mikey started laughing. Scaring the other members in the room. "Oh you fucked up." Everyone confused stared at Mikey waiting for him to continue. "Sanzu that Omega you slept with was Haitani (Name). Baby brother of the Haitani Brothers and-" Mikey slid the ultrasound pictures towards Sanzu.

"He is currently carrying your pup.

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Libertine 04 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ some fluff, smut, mild angst, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

Jungkook clutched the car key in his hand as he stomped to the ground. 

He didn't want to be feeling that way, especially about a girl he hadn't even kissed. The rage was flowing through his veins, he was so close to get you.

Having a friend steal "his prey" wasn't something he was used to. Usually they always chose him, he never had to go through that kind of situation. 

On the way home, he was sure he'd been fined several times. Speed was high and traffic lights just didn't exist for him. Alone in his car he could feel his hands stiffening on the steering wheel and his deep breath taking over the atmosphere.

He just wanted to get home. He wanted this day to end soon so he could talk to Jimin the next day.

Jungkook knew he looked pathetic, but he was going to face a friend over a damn girl he didn't even fuck. He refused to see that feeling as jealousy. 

He was laughing to himself in the car, thinking how a guy like Park Jimin was considered better than him. His ego was screaming.

What the fuck were you doing too? His head was racing. Why had you gotten involved with that idiot. You seemed to have gotten along well at the bar, what had he missed?

As soon as Jungkook got home, he went straight to his room. Pulling off only the jacket he was wearing, he laid down immediately before he could do anything silly. 

His friends had arranged to meet on the football field right before lunch. In a few hours he would solve his problem. He just didn't know if it would be on the basis of conversation.

Without needing to hear the sound of his alarm clock, Jungkook got up at nine in the morning. Jin and Taehyung would probably go to the field early, which would give him little time to sort out the situation with Jimin.

He hurried over and took a crappy shower.

The path to that little bastard's house was easy, and Jungkook was driven by the force of hatred. He parked in Jimin’s garage, and before getting out he waited a few seconds for his breathing to stabilize.

He went to the door and ignored the bell, banging firmly on the door. Jungkook wasn't a big fan of frequenting the Park house. Everything looked a little dirty to him, even for a man. Honestly, he always thought it looked like a pigsty.

The silence indicated that Jimin was still sleeping. So Jungkook knocked harder on the door.

A not-so-low curse came from inside the house, and Jungkook couldn't care less about it.

As soon as the door opened, Jungkook could see his friend in sweatpants and no shirt. He rubbed his eyes as if trying to get used to the light. It took a few seconds for Jimin to recognize him.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? It’s not even noon yet.”

Jungkook didn't understand if he was playing dumb or if he really was a clueless idiot.

“Can I come in?” Jungkook said huffing without a shred of patience.

“I don’t… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Jimin tried to take the space by the door, but Jungkook pushed him inside effortlessly.

“Bullshit.” He said as he walked into his friend's house. “You and I need to-”

His words were brutally cut short as his eyes flicked to the sofa in the corner of the living room. At that moment Jungkook felt that all the air that existed inside his body had left him. He stuttered, trying to finish the sentence but failed miserably.

In the corner of the room, amid the gray sheets, you were lying on your stomach, your bare back completely exposed. He didn't know if you were completely naked, but your silhouette didn't show the opposite. You most probably were.

Your face was turned towards the entrance to the living room, which allowed Jungkook to contemplate the enviable serenity with which you slept. 

His jaw was locked, and he felt like he might collapse at any moment.

Jimin stared at him sideways, swallowing hard.

Jungkook gave a weak laugh, wetting his lips, “We can talk later.” 

His words didn't come out as firm as he wanted but they were enough to get him to get moving and get out of there as quickly as possible.

He felt like vomiting. Jungkook knew he had no right to demand anything from you, after all, he's been with Seulgi this whole time. However, seeing you sleep with Jimin made him question your judgment.

How it didn't cross your mind that maybe you would be too much for his “friend”. Jungkook couldn't understand.

He decided to go to the field, there was no point coming home now. Maybe there his real friends would make him forget everything related to this damn woman. He was always good at sports; it was the opportunity he needed to de-stress.

Parking around the field, Jungkook saw the figure of Taehyung alone.

“Always the first to arrive.” Jungkook said as he approached.

“Why is it my fault that I have a commitment to schedules?”

"Come on, you know we're always going to be late. That's already become a universal observation.”

The two laughed and Taehyung looked at him suspiciously.

“That makes me think, you are always the last to arrive. What happened?” Taehyung asked as he stretched his neck.

Jungkook chuckled to himself at how well his friend knew him.

“You saw me with Y/N last night, didn't you?”

Taehyung stuttered as he tried to formulate a convincing answer. “Ah, yeah, I mean-”

“You don't have to pretend you don't.”

“All right, I saw you approaching her at the bar.” He said defeated.

“Do you have any idea who she left with last night?”

Jungkook felt a little stupid as he recounted the events in a series of questions.

“Wasn't it with you?”

“She left with Jimin.” He said, looking at Taehyung to see his reaction.

Taehyung frowned. “What the fuck? What an asshole. He saw you two together before he left.”

Jungkook laughed at his friend's reaction and sighed in agreement. Of course, you could be with whoever you wanted, but the fact that Jimin had interrupted him yesterday so he could get close to you was unacceptable to Jungkook.

“Asides he’s an absolute jackass, I don't understand why you've become obsessed with Y/N all of a sudden,” Taehyung cut his thoughts. “I mean, she's gorgeous and all, but she's just like you Jungkook, everyone talks about it. It’s not news.”

At that moment Jungkook preferred not to argue, Taehyung was trying to help him. However, this talk about you being like him didn't go into his head.

What was that supposed to mean? That you enjoyed the pleasures of life just as much as he did? That wasn't the point, it was his friend's asshole attitude that bothered him. At least that's what he preferred to believe.

“Jungkook I've seen you like this before; you're seeing her as a challenge. This is not healthy; you already know that.”

“What if I am? That's my problem.” He said, losing patience. “The thing is, she just stopped being all that they say.”

He would never admit to anything else, that he enjoyed your company yesterday, that he enjoyed seeing you smile.

"What about Seulgi?"

“What about her?”

Taehyung laughed out loud at his friend's attempt to fake detachment.

“Come on, Jungkook, who do you want to fool? Yesterday you two were kissing in public.”

Jungkook glared at his friend, trying to intimidate him with a serious face, but Taehyung couldn't care less. 

As Jungkook was getting ready to let out some acid response to Taehyung, he could see his friend's face turn into a straight face. He kept his eyes on the field entrance as he swallowed hard.

“Okay. This is gonna be weird.”

Jungkook turned quickly to see what it was. His eyes saw three people walking towards them.

Jin, Jimin and you.

“You gotta be kidding me.” He said as he walked away from his friend.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

“Fuck, anywhere else” 

When he was finally within a good distance of the now all-assembled group, Jungkook began stretching for the game. From that distance he could see that Yoongi was coming along with four other guys. At least with more people he wouldn't have to interact as much with Jimin.

He already hated him for interrupting his moment with you, now he hated him even more for bringing you there as some kind of trophy.

After a few minutes, the game finally started. In the beginning the situation was under control, everyone was playing for themselves and doing their part, but as the heat of the game rose, that field turned into a battle arena.

From afar, it was possible to hear the screams and curses exchanged between Jungkook and Jimin. Each was on a separate team, but it felt like they were always together. The situation only got worse when the two of them started to push each other, causing the other to fight back even harder.

At one point, Jimin had fallen to the ground and Jungkook was standing in front of him teasing him. Taehyung was feeling that things were going to get out of hand at any moment.

"Hey, Jungkook! Out! Now! Go get some water." Taehyung screamed.

Jungkook looked at him displeased. 

As Taehyung approached him, he heard his friend whisper. “Come on, help me out here. You know you are better than he is.”

Jungkook felt sorry for his friend and left the field somewhat reluctantly.

He walked toward the benches positioned outside the field. The closer he got to the outside of the field, the more his eyes fought a battle not to look directly at you.

It was inevitable.

With a sideway glance, Jungkook could see that you were wearing the same shorts as last night, but the top blouse was baggy, twice your size. It didn't take him long to assimilate that you were wearing one of Jimin's blouses.

Again, he felt uncomfortable. It should be his shirt instead.

He brought a bottle of water to his mouth, feeling his hands tighten around it. Jungkook was doing his best to stay silent and be the asshole he'd always been, but the words were slipping out of his mouth. He felt he would die if he didn't talk to you.

“Really. What were you thinking?” Jungkook let it slip.

He didn't turn to you, but he could feel you looking at him. It was like his back was burning.

“What?” 

Your voice was so serene, Jungkook felt an overwhelming urge to start an argument. He hated feeling like he was the most affected in a conversation.

“When you decided to sleep with that half-brain idiot.” He emphasized.

You already knew that he was going to bring that up, Jimin told you earlier that Jungkook had come to his house and left when he saw you there. You imagined he might be angry but as always, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. He was at the pub with his little girlfriend and then proceeded to flirt with you, just to leave you horny as fuck and Jimin stepped in.

You had your fun with him, he took your stress away and you just got up today and got invited by him to watch a football match with his friends and since today you had no plans, you said yes and that’s all. It was just sex. Like it always is.

So, for you, it was too amusing to see how worked up Jungkook was in front of you right now, sulking like a five-year-old because you slept with his friend.

A faint laugh echoed in Jungkook’s ears, and he could see you lower your head slightly. You remained silent for about three minutes. Which was enough for Jungkook to tease you again.

“He’s not the guy for you.”

“How could you know?” This time your voice sounded more emphatic, as if you were enjoying the conversation.

Jungkook felt the blood rush through his veins. At this point he didn't know if it was the adrenaline of the game, or the way you were so excited defending Jimin – funny thing, you weren’t defending him, you just liked to see Jungkook worked up, it even made him look hotter.

And if Jungkook could measure his heartbeats right now, they would be fucking high.

“He can't handle a woman like you. You know that very well."

The complement of the phrase came along with a smug look on Jungkook's face. There was no longer any effort on his part to pretend that the sex between you and Jimin had been nothing more than a woman doing charity to a guy.

Jimin was his friend, or at least he used to be, but he'd never been around girls like you, and Jungkook knew the reason for that was because he just didn't know how to deal with them.

In a matter of seconds, you shot back, “And you can?”

He held back his laughter. He should have seen that coming. He didn't understand how you could change the tone of a conversation so quickly. It was as if you never lost during an argument.

Jungkook stopped sipping his water and finally faced you. You had a wicked smile at the corner of your mouth as you glared at him over your brow. 

The sun was directly on your skin, making you shimmer. Jungkook took a deep breath as he tried to focus on anything but your exposed parts. Your legs were crossed, and your hands braced on the bench, your entire posture poised to intimidate him. As hard as it was for Jungkook to admit, that conversation alone had him turned on by you again.

He felt that his breathing was audible to you and decided to return to the field immediately. It was not in his interest to show any kind of emotion for you, much less let you notice his discomfort.

He had hoped to return to the game more relaxed, but that conversation only overthrew him more. During the game Jungkook felt absorbed, as if he wasn't really there. The pub scenes replayed in his mind, and he found himself inches from you again, about to kiss you, feeling your skin, stroking your hair, touching your lips.

In the back of his head, he could hear his friends complaining about his wrong pass or crooked kick.

The more he remembered that he had come close to finally being with you, the more his irritation rose.

When the game was finally over, the boys gathered around one of the benches and started to decide where to have lunch.

“Come on, it's Jin's turn to offer us something.” Taehyung said in an attempt to convince Jin to offer the meal at his house.

“Don't even try to escape, Jin. Last week it was on me, nothing could be more fair.” Yoongi provoked. 

All eyes in the circle turned to Jin, who in return gave a defeated sigh.

After a little more talk, the group finally came to an agreement, and everyone started heading to their cars. Jungkook was already resigned to not going to lunch, it was better to be alone at home.

However, he didn't count on Jimin taking you with him to Jin's house. He should take you home, shouldn't he? 

He narrowed his eyes as he tried to hear the conversation between the two of you walking behind him. Jimin was saying something about having lunch at Jin's and then taking you home.

As a child easily bribed with sweets, Jungkook decided to eat with his friends.

When Jungkook arrived at Jin's house, he could immediately see you and Jimin talking at the entrance to the gate, while Taehyung shouted in the background. He took a deep breath; he knew it was going to be a long lunch.

When approaching the "couple", he could again hear the conversation between the two of you.

“I can take you home if you want to.” Jimin said in his most concerned tone.

Before you even started to speak, Taehyung interrupted you.

“Don't worry about it, Jiminie. I'll take her later. Relax.”

Jungkook turned his attention to Taehyung who kept an affectionate smile on his face. He wanted to understand what was going on. 

As soon as he got to the door, Jungkook saw his friend go down some steps and offer you his arm, so you could follow him.

Before accepting Taehyung's help, you turned back to Jimin and touched his face pulling him in for a kiss. It was indeed an intense kiss for a Saturday morning. 

Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at the scene with the purest feeling of disgust.

When they were finally inside, and you were further in, Jungkook questioned his friend.

"Why isn't Jimin with us?"

“Oh, I don't really know how to explain, it looks like he had some family problem,” Taehyung said dismissively. “Why do you care? Y/N is here and alone, make some effort.”

Jungkook laughed at his friend's complicity. Indeed, it was an opportunity to take advantage of.

At the lunch table, Jungkook's friends began discussing events from the game. It was possible to hear all sorts of cursing as they each tried to prove their point: whether such a move had been a penalty, whether Yoongi should have been expelled when he pushed Jin, among others. 

It was a masculine table, in its purest conception.

You remained silent as you answered trivial questions from Taehyung, who was trying to introduce you to the conversation.

Jungkook found himself watching you more shamelessly than he intended. He watched how your hands gestured to explain something to his friend, how your low laugh was nice to hear, and especially how your face turned into something amazing when you smiled at Taehyung's jokes. 

Trapped in that vision, Jungkook didn't notice the moment the conversation between the two was over. Only minutes later he was startled by your gaze on him. 

You didn't seem bothered by Jungkook's look on you, on the contrary, you looked at him as if daring him to get close to you. This provocation was the one that Jungkook could never win. You knew he desired you, and that was why you would always have the upper hand. 

Despite having been willing to kiss him yesterday, Jungkook couldn't be sure what you really wanted. Much less after seeing you with one of his friends. You really were a master of confusion to him.

Jungkook broke eye contact when he heard Taehyung's voice close to his ear.

“Do you two need a room?”

It had been low just for him to hear, but that didn't stop Jungkook from laughing and telling him to fuck off.

It was strange for him to be getting support from one of his friends. At first Jungkook wasn't comfortable with Taehyung having noticed his interest in you, but now he recognized his friend's commitment to helping him.

As the boys began to disperse, you got up from the table looking impatient.

Needing no encouragement, Jungkook followed in your footsteps to the outside of the house. He found you with your arms braced on the porch as you felt the breeze touch your hair. 

He couldn't tell if it was too presumptuous of him to imagine that you wanted him to follow you.

His thoughts were cut off by your calm voice. “Do you plan on staying there a long time?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, letting out a laugh.

“How did you know I was here; you barely saw me.”

“I didn't, but I heard you,” you turned your face back slightly, enough so that Jungkook could see your expression as you spoke the next sentence. “And I felt your perfume too.”

Jungkook tried to formulate some answer, but no sound came out of his mouth. Awestruck, he watched you turn forward with a haughty smile. You knew exactly how to mess up with him.

Aware that he'd already lost in today's "teasing" score, Jungkook swallowed his astonishment and approached you.

“Do you want a ride home?” He asked, trying hard to sound trustworthy.

You lifted your body from the porch and gave him a cocky look.

“I thought you would never ask.”

He frowned, confused by you being gentle and soft. Weren’t you supposed to deny it and say he wasn't the type of guy you'd hang out with? Instead, you took the lead and walked smugly in front of him.

As difficult as this was for Jungkook, he had to admit to himself that he was fascinated. When his friends told him you were just like him, he didn't expect that even self-confidence would be the same.

Inside the car, Jungkook walked an uncertain path for a few minutes, expecting you to guide him at any moment.

“Do you know where I live?”

“Should I?” His answer made you laugh.

“I don't know,” you stared at him, biting your lip. “You could be one of those stalkers.”

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he looked at you. “That's how you perceive me?”

You let the silence settle in for a few moments just to tease him.

“No, but that doesn't mean you're not.”

“If you had listened to your parents' advice, you wouldn't get in a potential stalker's car.” Jungkook said, trying to piss you off.

For the second time he was shocked by your talent in making him feel at ease. Yesterday at the pub he went from sullen and silent to flirtatious and excited. That drive home was already better than his entire morning.

“FYI, I didn't grow up with them.” You replied instantly.

Jungkook swallowed, regretting his joke. 

"Oh, no. I mean, not like that." You said looking at his frightened face. "They insisted that I stay with my aunt in South Korea because of the universities. My aunt at that time had been already living here for a while and also attended college in Seoul so, I moved in with her."

“Oh, fuck you. I thought your parents had died.” 

You let out a loud laugh that infected him. It was two young idiots laughing as they drove nowhere.

“I really should have let you believe that, I wanted to see how you would apologize.” you said, looking at him curiously.

A new moment of silence settled in the car. This time it wasn't your intention. Jungkook drummed up in his mind how to continue the conversation. It was more of a new thing for him, talking to the girl he wanted to have sex with. There was usually no conversation.

“You should take Seongsan Avenue, it's easier to get to my house from there.”

Jungkook blinked a few times. It took a while for him to assimilate that he wasn't following any path.

“I think you might know where it is. It's one of the bright green buildings around the corner from the college.”

As much as he wanted to admit that he knew where it was, after all he had already had sex with dozens of girls there, he thought it best to omit that information. So, he just nodded.

“Have you always liked Classical Literature?” He asked, instantly regretting his words.

Mentally Jungkook started cursing himself. There was no reason for him to want to know more about you, know details of your life. To him that kind of curiosity hinted that he was actually more interested in you than usual.

And he wasn't, couldn't be. It was just sex. He was convinced of it.

Too late to back off, he forced a smile as he waited for your answer.

You didn’t even think about the fact that he was actually trying to make a conversation with you. You loved talking about your choice of career, it was what you loved the most. So, you just started rambling without even thinking about it.

“Oh, wow. Yes! There's something about getting involved with the Classics that always takes you to a new story. I mean, it's a huge stream of references.” you said getting ready in the car seat. “If you stop to think, all the stories in the world derive from them, it's amazing.”

Jungkook had to suppress his laughter as he watched your enthusiasm as you spoke.

“It's like the myth of Orpheus. Nowadays you see several adaptations like Rilke's 'Sonnets to Orpheus' or Bausch's opera 'Orpheus und Eurydike'. Everything is interconnected.” 

Jungkook frowned, trying to disguise his ignorance. He had no idea what you were talking about, and it somehow annoyed him. Maybe because he'd never dated a smart girl, he'd never had to struggle to understand a conversation.

Still, he was enjoying watching you talk about something you loved.

You stopped for a moment to take a breath and looked at him laughing. Then you realized that you got overexcited talking about your career.

“Sorry, I think I said too much.” You lowered her head.

“It's okay, I just can't keep up with you.” He said seeing a smile of complicity appear on your face.

“And you, have you always liked math and numbers?”

For a moment, you wanted to curse yourself, why the hell are you too making a conversation with Jungkook? You just want to fuck him. That’s it. You shouldn’t be interested in knowing him. Less you know, less chances of someone ending up getting hurt in the future.

As you were overthinking why you asked him about his career choice, Jungkook turned his eyes to the street. He honestly didn't have a decent answer to that question.

Did he like what he was doing? Would he do anything else if he could? Seeing you so excited about what you were studying made him a little depressed, as he had never been this happy in economics. The only time he felt some kind of joy was when he drew or paint a picture.

“‘Like’ is a very strong word, I had affection for numbers,” He took a deep breath, carefully thinking about his next words. “The rest went with my father.”

That caught your attention.

“What do you mean?”

He felt like he was going to explode at any moment. Why did you care? – he thought.

Why do I care? You were asking yourself too for a moment.

“Let's say he always wanted me to study economics.”

There was no point in spoiling that entire conversation with details about his terrible adolescence with his father.

“I see.” You said, placing your hand on Jungkook's thigh.

In other situations, he would take this moment as an invitation, but you looked at him as if he were a broken toy.

As hard as it is to understand, you were actually the kind of person that easily empathizes with others when it comes to this kind of issues, and you couldn’t even think if you weren’t able to choose to do what you love. You would be devastated. So, you felt sorry for him. You were human after all.

He hated that feeling. He didn't want anyone's sympathy.

“Is it here?” He asked slowing down as he pointed to the green building to his left.

“Yeah. Thanks” You paused. “For the ride.”

A wild thought went through your dirty mind. He looked so hot, and you couldn’t stop thinking about that freaking sleave of tattoos on his arm. What a sight to see.

Before he could say anything, even a “you're welcome”, you leaned over and stole him a kiss. Jungkook blinked, trying to understand what was happening. It didn't take long for him to know what to do.

Feeling your soft lips brush his, Jungkook brought his hands to your face, intensifying your contact. One of his hands was cupping your face, the other was roaming the back of your neck. He felt that your hand that was on his thigh had gone up a little. You were practically caressing the inside of his thighs.

Jungkook could only really believe he was finally kissing you when he noticed your tongues touching. 

In the middle of the kiss, he could hear you moan between his lips, making the volume in his pants start to draw attention. He hadn't even offered a ride with that intention, but he would never complain.

When his hands slid to your neck, nearing the strap of your blouse, Jungkook leaned more ferociously towards you. He was willing to go ahead right there in front of your building. However, as soon as Jungkook advanced, you walked away, leaving him gaping.

You had an extremely victorious smile on your face as you saw him panting and desiring more in front of you. It wasn't supposed to be a reaction that had escaped, you were simply admiring it.

Jungkook began to slowly recover his breath as he watched the girl in front of him. It was impossible for him to contain his own smile when he saw you like that. 

He stood for a few seconds staring at your lips as if he expected you to lean in again.

You opened the car door and unceremoniously left him there. Outside, you waved at him smugly, while carrying that damn self-confident smile.

“The pleasure was all mine.” He said low to himself.

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