#He practically begged Sticky to get back in the Whisperer even though he could just have gotten someone else

[nobodysdaydreams]

Things I want out of redeemed Nathaniel Benedict/L.D. Curtain

I like TMBS’s redeemed Curtain/Nathaniel Benedict plot line and am excited to see where it goes. However, he has done some bad stuff he needs to make up for and there are dynamics between him and the society that I want explored. So I started a checklist for our potential redeemed Nathaniel:

A confrontation between Garrison, Milligan, and Curtain (possibly also Kate/SQ). Garrison invented the brain sweeper which means she was likely involved in what happened to Milligan. Furthermore, I have also speculated on why Garrison/Milligan/SQ's biological parents would work for Curtain, though a number of possibilities exists. People have pointed out that Kate/Milligan will probably have the most objections to Nathaniel joining the society (for good reason), but A) Garrison might be just as responsible for the brain sweeping as Nathaniel B) we don't know what answers Garrison or Nathaniel can provide for Milligan C) How were SQ's bio parents involved in their pasts? So while I think Kate/Milligan will have objections to Nathaniel joining the society, and might never fully forgive him, it's not going to play out as it would in the books, because this time Curtain is not the only character they’d be mad at about their separation (@ Garrison) and there is actually something Nathaniel can do to make up for what he did: he can fill in some of the gaps in Milligan’s memory. Would that earn him total redemption? Certainly not, but it's something.

Nathaniel apologizes to Garrison and clears her name. She was probably the closest thing to a friend Curtain had besides Nicholas. How did he repay her? Employee abuse, encouraging her to drink when she's a recovering alcoholic, mocking her ethical principles, using her device when she told him it was dangerous, stealing her ideas, and she’s still being framed for the emergency. I know I also talk about Garrison in the above point but he really did her wrong and needs to own up before she comes back to destroy everybody.

Nathaniel and Nicholas develop a sibling dynamic with their sister + Nathaniel possibly saving her (like a paying it forward type thing, also him suddenly experiencing what he's been putting the other characters through). I speculate over what their sister's relationship might be like, and I'm hoping they go for an older or younger sister rather than a triplet. We've gotten used to Nathaniel and Nicholas as twins. An older/younger sister leaves more room for possibilities (e.g., older sister would remember things about their past that the twins don't know which gives her an advantage that plays into Nathaniel's fear of not being the one in control. A younger sister would put the twins in a position of being the older sibling and might make them feel some level of responsibility, especially if she's had a difficult life and they weren't there to help her).

Nathaniel apologizes to Sticky for the waiting room and to Sticky and Reynie for grooming them to be his tools for world domination. More specifically, instead of using the fact that he relates to the boys to manipulate them, he actually uses it to help/mentor them this time. The season 1 scene where Sticky said his greatest fear was "not being wanted" and the camera focused on Curtain's reaction was good. Plus Nathaniel tries to hide it but anxiety and stress really break him down, we see that in season 1 and the end of season 2 when he realizes his plans aren't working and he's not the in-control leader he thought he was. The anxiety/trauma fuels his need for control. Redeemed Nathaniel might want to make sure the boy’s anxiety/trauma doesn’t lead them to the same mistakes he made. For some reason, my brain is giving me a scene of overwhelmed out-of-control desperate Sticky/Reynie feeling like they have to make a difficult choice to save everyone and being like "I know it’s wrong, but I have to do this. It’s the only way” and Nathaniel looking at these literal children like "no it's not. You don't have to do anything or make any decisions on your own, nor should you. Especially not this. There are always other ways. Trust me, you don't want this"

Nathaniel relating to/teaming up with Constance. I've pointed out the parallels between Curtain/Constance numerous times (e.g., the way they both insult people and jump to the most violent conclusions). I want Constance to write an insulting poem about him, I want them to slowly come around to each other, I want their insults to go from insult-insults to affectionate-insults, I want them to connect on the fact that they have unknowns about their families, I want Nathaniel to help her understand her psychic powers, and I want them to have an uncle/niece relationship.

Nathaniel awkwardly apologizes to Rhonda and Ms. Perumal, is surprised they forgive him, and feels like he doesn't deserve it. They don’t give him a free pass, but the fact that Ms. Perumal had that "maybe we need to save the bad guy" speech and Rhonda always tries to see the good in people makes me think they'll get him to open up. Like he guiltily asks why they forgave him, and Rhonda says something like "They say that the child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. And I see that you have been that hurting child for too long, eh? Have some tea" and next thing you know Nathaniel is sobbing and opening up to Ms. Perumal about adopting/parenting struggles, what a horrible father he was, and how he wants his son back. Nathaniel keeps falling asleep during the conversation, but Ms. Perumal and Rhonda just calmly enjoy their tea and wait for him to wake up again.

Number 2 never trusting Nathaniel but tolerating him because he makes her food. This would be funny and in character. She had to witness Mr. Benedict’s fake happiness more than anyone. Curtain tried to manipulate her and eventually brainwashed her. She’s also naturally suspicious and wouldn’t immediately trust him. The only thing un-brainwashed Number 2 enjoyed about the compound was the snacks (even when she told off Curtain, she still took the treat he made). I can just see her glaring at Nathaniel from across the dinner table like: "I’ll never trust you" *proceeds to eat four helpings of the meal he prepared especially for her*

This goes without saying but: SQ. Nathaniel needs to get his son back. He needs to make things right, apologize, and tell his son the truth about his adopted and biological families.

If Nathaniel runs into Jackson and Jillson's cult based on his philosophies, he should probably do something about it.

He should apologize to Martina too. Her college apps were screwed up because of his silly classes.

Bonus: If his redemption is fake or he has a ulterior motive (e.g., sister blackmailing him), or he morally relapses, the time Nathaniel does spend with the society causes him to emotionally struggle with himself and eventually leads him to the right path. The relief that fell over Nathaniel's face when Constance woke up + when he watched everyone hug and unconsciously took a step forward: once he’s around the society he desperately wants to be part of the family whether he admits it or not. That’s a long way from his earlier “treat them without mercy”. Would love to see how that progresses.

Feel free to add on.

[stvrnzcherries]

WHEELS ON THE BUS

m. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: You and Matt have always been best friends, you never felt something else but an incident while you both were in a road trip together might change that.

warnings: soft dom!matt, smut, pet names, use of y/n, foreplay, p in v, degrading kink, sort of breeding kink, edging, bulging, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don't).

a/n: After MONTHS of being a lazy ass and also after a TIGHTT week of anxiety, I’m back and better than ever 🤍 expect more coming soon, I appreciate y’all.

Based on this request!

not proofread!

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The cold breeze tingled Matt’s skin, sending shivers down his spine as he kept piling up everyone’s bags inside the car truck, the blue hour of the sky created this dark yet comforting panoramic view of it.

A voice in the distance caught his attention “Wait up!” You taunt, running down to your best friend as a heavy bag carried behind you. You agreed a few days ago to go on this trip with Matt and his family since he was practically begging you to spend an entire week with him; even though he knew you hated the beach, you hated feeling sticky or feeling a singular drop of sweat on your skin, being in heated places was a thing that always drove you to the edge and you would get in a bad mood the whole day because of it.

It was just too excruciating, but you accepted just because your best friend didn't want to spend an entire week without you yet he liked seeing you suffer since he had always known your hatred towards the beach.

“Here ya go,” You said as you lifted the bag with all the strength you had and handed it to Matt, he just looked at you, a cocky smile forming on his lips as he placed your bag on the last spot in the trunk. “You excited?” Matt asked, closing the trunk before his eyes returned to bore into yours waiting for an answer, “If you mean I'm excited about torturing myself an entire week on the beach, then yeah.” You replied sarcastically gaining a chuckle from him, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He said, patting your head gently.

“I highly doubt that being in the hottest weather ever is fun, Matthew.” You said, sticking your tongue out, he just chuckled and messed your hair a bit, his hand gently moving to cup your cheek as he pinched it delicately, “Thank you for coming either way.” He smiled gently and you returned it.

The eye contact lasted for a few seconds before the lousy voice of Chris caught each other’s attention, you both turned around to see him walking towards you “Time to hit the road!” He says with a big smile as he places his arm around you, he looks at Matt and then at me, “Are you guys ready?” He asked to which you replied with, “Heck yeah! Let’s hit the road!” A bright smile smeared your face as you, Matt, and Chris made your way to the backseats.

When Chris stopped taking hold of you to go to the other side of the car you were left with Matt inside the car and his face giving slight concern. “What’s wrong?” You ask furrowing your brows slightly.

That is when you realize what it was, the backseat had no space left for you, and neither Matt nor you knew what to do, “Fuck.” He muttered to himself looking back to where his brothers were situated and back to you with an awkward face.

Matt thinks for a second before parting his lips to let out the sentence, “You could sit on my lap.” His palm softly patted his lap as he looked at you with a sly smile.

Your lips pursed into a thin line, the awkwardness getting the best of you as you got into the car and carefully down your weight on your best friend’s lap. To which he just placed his hands around your waist and gently sat you down on his lap. “Relax, you’re not heavy at all.” He whispers in your ear as the car door closes.

You looked back at him and smiled shyly, trying to hide the fact that he was caressing the sides of your hips with his thumbs.

The first two hours of the road were completely normal, you and the triplets had a karaoke session for half an hour, and the rest was to talk about what you guys wanted to do as soon as you arrived and enjoy some snacks. But now you guys were only an hour away from the beach house that the triplet's parents rented.

Nick and Chris had fallen asleep for a few minutes and you could also feel your eyes heaving from the energy you wasted the first two hours throughout the way, also the fact that you didn’t sleep that well last night. Matt on the other hand was with his headphones on the minute Chris and Nick closed their eyes.

You patted Matt’s lap to get his attention, you looked back at him as soon as you did that he took his headphones off “You okay? Need something?” He asked with slight concern.

“No, I’m fine, I was just wondering if I could get comfortable so I can sleep while we get there.” You said with a little smile plastered on your face as he nodded.

Matt spread his legs slightly so you could have more space to get as comfortable as possible, you rocked your hips a little to the sides so your lower back could be resting on Matt’s chest level or closer to it, and you rested your head on his shoulder as he put his headphones back on.

Your eyes closed so easily, and your mind drifted to your dreams so swiftly that you couldn’t even imagine.

Thirty minutes left inside the car, you were still in the embrace of Matt’s arms, your position shifting once in a while.

And how clueless of Matt for not thinking how touch-deprived he is, every time you switched your position while your slept you would move your hips or straddle his lap, making his dick twitch against his pants.

His breathing getting heavier, and his body was shaking trying to contain the pure excitement that just the smallest friction could do to him. He felt so guilty for his body reacting and finding pleasure in something meaningless; something completely common and normal.

He closed his eyes, trying to contain these feelings towards you, towards your body to stop the erection that he sooner or later would have to fix all by himself.

And also wish he could arrive as fast as he could to the fucking beach house.

After what seemed like a good twenty minutes of sleep, you finally opened your eyes carefully, trying not to get blinded by the rays of sun that were passing through the window, the change of scenery makes your stomach flutter with joy as you see the ocean peek through the reliefs of the street.

You turned your head to peek at your best friend who seemed to be sleeping, his dark circles showing off a little bit more with this new change of lighting that the car has. You smiled to yourself as you saw your best friend opening his eyes quickly when he felt your gaze on him. “Did you get to sleep for a bit?” You asked, your throat was dry and raspy, nonetheless, a good cup of water could fix it as soon as you guys arrived at the beach house you were staying in.

Matt nodded, his eyes looking away from yours as he changed his position a little, making your weight lift a little, a small poking sensation in your inner thigh as he did this action. Something felt off in your surface.

You looked down, scanning Matt’s lap to check if he had something in his pockets that could make this sudden change in position make you slightly uncomfortable.

Your eyes widened as you took a glance of what was the strange object poking your inner thigh, it wasn’t just an object it was more of a certain body part. You looked away in shame, forcing yourself to stare at the blankly looking headrest in front of you, your stomach feeling fluttered as you tried to stop thinking about what you just witnessed.

The beach house was beautiful outside, it was a two-story victorian summer house, with a small front porch with two wooden chairs and a tiny round wooden coffee table, the breeze hugging your skin nicely, everything seemed to be perfect, the weather in Long Island was just the perfect balance of not too warm and not too cold, it definitely felt like the summer vibes were there.

As you entered the house, your eyes were amazed by the interior, the walls were covered in this beautiful blueish floral wallpaper, the couches looked like they some sort of English sofas, and a small chimney facing a large path to the back porch of the house, the stairs that lead to the way to the different rooms where you would be staying in for the next week.

Matt steps beside you, glancing around the place, “Wanna share a room?” He asked nonchalantly as he looked at you, taking in all of your factions, you looked back at him “I thought you and Chris agreed on sharing the same room, though?” You retorted.

Matt brushed the strands of hair blocking his view, “Yeah, I thought so too until he decided that he now wants to share a room with Nick.” He sighed, “I think I’m going to go upstairs and shower and then take a nap, I feel like I haven’t slept in years.”

You nodded “Alright, I’ll catch you later.” You replied, giving a sly smile to him as he walked upstairs and disappeared out of your sight. Things have gotten awkward since you discovered the hard-rock erection he had back in the entirety of the ride. You didn’t say a word but interacting with him or even just looking at Matt made you nervous somehow.

Your mind kept racing with the thought of seeing his body react that way to you, does this mean he feels turned on by you? Should you do something about it?

A few minutes had passed and you explored the rest of the house already, you carried your bag in your left hand as you went upstairs, a room door slightly opened and a dim light reflected on the inside of it. You pushed the door gently, and the first thing you heard was the shower running down, Matt’s bag half-opened in the bed, you tossed yours to the other side, sitting down beside it, your head had a pounding headache that you couldn’t make it stop.

Scanning the room, you see the bathroom door halfway opened, the fog from the steaming water escaping through it, you could see Matt, his silhouette revealing the way his forehead was resting on the tiled wall of the shower, the water running down his back and cascading through his hair, his hands rubbing his face exhaustingly as he sighed in pure relief.

The way his muscles flexed each time he brushed his hair back was enough to make you soaking wet in your panties. You stood up, your steps closer and carefully just to get a better view of his silhouette.

You were there, your hand opening the door more, the squeaking sound blowing your cover because Matt looked right at you in the eye, the eye contact holding on for what seemed like an eternity. You shut the door and ran down to sit back on the bed.

Would it be worth it to risk it all?

Dawn arrives, you've been playing with Nick and Chris UNO matches for what seems like an hour now on the back porch of the residence, every match Nick either complained or Chris would make a mess and you guys would have to play all over again, that was until Nick threw a tantrum over him and they both went to their separate ways inside the house.

You were lying now on the couch of the living room, bored filling your senses, your phone not even making an effort to entertain you at all. You heard steps coming from the staircase, as you looked up you saw Matt, his hair was still a little wet and he looked like a brand new person in comparison to how he looked a couple of hours ago. “Hey, I’m going to drive around town, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?”

You stood up from the couch, “Sure! I was getting bored, so.” You both walked towards the front door, Matt opening it for you.

The town was almost like a sort of ghost town, with a few people walking down the sidewalk, and making their way to Amangasett beach. The lamp posts illuminated around with a tenuous yellowish light, the night sky revealing a pale moonlight. “Wanna go for a swim?” Matt’s voice takes you out of your trance.

“Yeah, I don't see why not.” You replied with a small smile as you moved to his seat and gave him a side hug, to which he just chuckled and kept his eyes on the road.

Matt parked the car in an almost empty zone at the beach, the place seemed clear of big crowds, just a few couples sitting by the edge of the ocean but no one else. As you got out of the car you took off your shirt and shorts quickly, running down to the ocean as Matt followed your pace, the both of you giggling.

Your body trembled when your toes grazed lightly on the water, the adrenaline and tingling sensation making your heart flutter anxiously, you kept sinking your body until half of your abdomen was fully covered by the ocean, you looked at the moon taking in the sight of it until you felt cold fingertips touch your lower back. “I’m glad you came with us,” Matt said, his voice sounding so distant yet it had a hint of something else you couldn't fully recognize.

He spins you around by grabbing your waist, your eyes meeting his as he pulls you closer, your breaths mixing with each other’s as he takes the sight of your face, his hands still positioned on your lower back. His eyes shone brighter than ever before. “I mean, that’s what friends are for, right?” You looked for a split second at Matt’s lips, his tongue sticking out to lick the inner corners of his lips before parting them.

“Yeah, friends…” He breathed out, his words laced with that unknown feeling you can’t recognize, his eyes giving a glint of lust as he looked at your lips.

Your mind drifts to the moment you both are in the car, his hard rock erection making you question whether it’s worth it to risk the friendship or pretend like it was a little accident, even though it wasn't little at all.

Or the shower incident, nothing of what happened today was by accident, there was not even a chance that it was.

Your attention gets drawn by his breath getting closer to your ear, his voice carefully whispering his words “What you thinking ‘bout?”

You licked your lips, your voice trembling and your words slipping out of your mouth sloppily “Nothing…w-why?” your lips pressing together as his breath reached down your jawline, his lips grazing the fine line of it teasingly, a low dark chuckle getting out of his mouth when he saw you shiver by the smallest contact.

“Remembering what you saw in the bathroom, hm?” His lips pressed tentatively, traveling from your jawline to your neck, you titled your head to the side to grant him more access, his hand sneaking down to grab your throat delicately as he kept abusing your sweet spots. His other hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t have a clue of what you’re talking about…” You breathed out, breathless whimpers coming out of your mouth as Matt kept doing his attack all over your throat, leaving hickeys and wet kisses all over. He hums, Matt’s vibrant voice coursing through your body “Really? How funny, considering you even tried to be sneaky about it.” He says as he returns to kissing your jawline, then your chin, and then he gets to your lips, tempting you to make the move, his teeth biting your lower lip gently.

“Don’t act so innocent now, you were sneaky about your little accident back in the car too.” Your words shut out with such confidence, you looked at him, your eyes piercing his as you took in his reaction of pure shock; his lips parted and that was the chance you decided to get to kiss him. The both of you synchronized perfectly as if your lips were meant to be for his.

Your hands went directly to his chest, your fingertips doing small circles around his collarbone as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your noses were touching at this point and the kiss got more intense, the both of you roaming your hands all over each other’s bodies.

You were now lying down on the backseat of the car, your hand gripping Matt’s hand as he sucked your right nipple, his other hand playing with the left one, your back arched off the seat and your legs were wide open, fully unclothed now in the secluded space that he decided to take you to. Your eyes closed as you let the overwhelming pleasure take control of your body, his tongue swirling around your nipple, your breathless whimpers making Matt get harder beneath you with each passing second.

His kisses trailed to your belly, kissing it intently “I’m going to stuff this beautiful body of yours with my babies” A dark glint on his eyes as he ascended back to your face to kiss you. His hand traveled down to where your folds were, his fingertips adding pressure as he moved them in circles, causing you to gasp at the sudden wave of pleasure you were experiencing. Your hands flew to Matt’s biceps, your nails burying deep inside his skin as he kept getting you all worked up.

His lips rushed to kiss yours, this time more desperate and sloppier than ever as he kept adding more pressure on your sensitive nub, your moans getting louder as the knot in your stomach gets stronger. “m’ god” You babbled between kisses, your eyes closed as you take in all of the ecstasy.

“So close…” You breathed out, the knot snapping any second.

Then suddenly, the feeling stopped, completely gone.

You opened your eyes, Matt’s looking at you with a devious expression as he untied the lace from his shorts, the bulge of his dick very visible even though you are in an almost dark place. “What?” He asked, his head tilting to the side, a low chuckle as he spoke, “Wanted to finish?” You nodded, the desperation clear.

“Why would I let you finish if we haven’t even started? Hm?” He crawled back to be face to face with you, you felt his tip grazing your folds unintentionally, “Spread those legs wider for me, m’kay?” He said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

The desperation and adrenaline fuels your body, your legs spread wider enough to give him space between you, he positioned his tip in your entrance, edging you out even more until you had to practically beg to him. “Matt, please—“ you huff out at the undying desperation that your body was craving.

“Aw, look who’s getting frustrated now…” He coos, his left hand pumping his dick slightly before he slammed into you without warning, his movements frantic and hard, your head hitting the door slightly each time he pounded back inside you.

Your hands flew back to his biceps, gripping onto them for dear life as erratic moans emitted out of your mouth, his pace was nowhere close to being steady, it was sloppier as if he was already on the verge of getting on his own high too.

The tip of his cock was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly, making you salivate due to the incredible amount of intoxicating pleasure you were given in twenty minutes. Your mind felt fuzzy, this kind of pleasure was something that you’d stopped experiencing a long ago, your eyes crossing and shutting as you felt that sweet sensation of being closer, Matt abusing that spot deep inside you over and over again.

You couldn't even remember the last time sex felt this good, and never in a million years, you would’ve thought that your best friend would be the one to achieve that with you. Your thoughts stopped as soon as you felt his thumb on your tongue, indicating for you to suck it which you didn’t hesitate to be asked twice.

Your tongue swirled all over his thumb like a lollipop, getting it all wet as you felt the grunts and whines from Matt, the grip his other hand had on your hip getting tighter within two minutes. His pace not slowing down but getting ten times faster than it already was, the car shaking and your hands gripping the door to hold onto dear life.

Pornographic moans emitted out of your mouth as you felt that tight knot forming once again and getting closer and closer to snapping ferociously, your hand gripping tightly onto the seat as your eyes closed.

Matt’s placed his hand to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. “All that teasing to get dumb fucked by me?” He said, his voice losing power from time to time.

snap.

Your juices spurt all over the seat and coated Matt’s dick in a thin, sheer coat of hot cum. Moans emitted out of your mouth as your grip on the headrests of the car loosened up due to the lack of strength that your body was capable of holding up. Your legs are all wobbly and your muscles are sore from all the containment that they did.

At this point your mind was fuzzy, too dumb fucked to acknowledge that the well-known knot snapped already, your body too weak to keep upholding Matt’s pace as he kept pumping in and out constantly.

Not too long after, Matt came to his release too. Your juices and his combined deep inside you, he pulled out of you as he admired the conjoined trail of juices coating his shaft. His left hand immediately went deep inside you, making sure his hot seed was ‘secured’. He pulled his fingers out, a popping sound as he did so, and cleaned them off easily, admiring the rest of your body, a gleam on his eyes reflecting the lustful expression of being satisfied enough.

He pulled you close to his body, sitting you straight up as you both recovered, Matt trailing kisses all over your face and repeatedly saying “M’ love you” as he caressed your hair with ease.

Both of your chests were going up and down irregularly, trying to stabilize each other’s breathing back to normality.

Matt’s eyes shifted around the car, taking a look at the foggy windows, a sly smile smearing all over his face as he traced with one of his fingers the foggy window in front of both of you, tracing the words.

‘We just fucked :)’

You finished reading what he traced on the window and chuckled weakly as Matt looked proudly at his ‘work of art’.

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a/n: tysm for 600 followers, wtf I can’t believe we’re already 600 (Nick fic coming real soon as a 600 followers special). It’s funny how I can easily write shit about Chris or Nick but when it comes to Matt, this mf is the hardest person to ever write off 😭 love y’all

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[wintfleur]

Rutger asks Stella to go to the hockey formal with him even though they are together, but no one knows yet. She goes and all the hockey guys are confused because she said she couldn’t come but now she’s there

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── ୨୧ 𝓹airing : Estella Hughes (oc) x Rutger McGroarty

˖ ་ details ( g; fluff, humor?, suggestive ; lots of kissing. wc; 5,858 )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I can’t believe this is the longest fic I’ve written for this au omggg, this honestly has taken me way to long to finish so i apologize to the sweet anon who sent this to me!! I hope you guys enjoy it mwah 💗 )

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“At this rate you should just write the paper for me” Mark groaned as he dramatically dropped his face in the book he has been reading for the past hour, his hat comically falling off his head when the brim hits against the dark brown wood table. Stella looks up from her sketchbook and pauses the sketching she had for homework, rolling her eyes at her friend's dramatics before responding teasingly “How much are you gonna pay me?” 

“Wait really? ⸺ what's your price?” Mark rushed out his question after he quickly snapped his head up to look at the smiling girl. Stella was surprised she didn’t hear the sound of his neck snapping from his quick movement. Mark rolled his eyes and turned his head to give the guy who shushed him a few tables away a fake smile before looking back at Stella, his eyes begging her to write the paper for him. 

“I was joking, now keep reading and be quiet before you get us kicked out . . . again” Stella trailed off to a whisper as she looked back on the memory of her freshman year. Alongside her best friends Lily and Carmen where holding a study group, her brother Luke and their friends Mark, Dylan and Adam decided to join them. It ended with one grumpy librarian and a non-stop giggling mark and Dylan. 

“We both know that it was duker’s fault not mine” Mark grumpily muttered as he loudly flipped to another page. Stella giggled and softly bit the cap of her pen before pulling out a pad of sticky notes from her book bag and writing down a few words on the light pink paper. She swiftly pulled the sticky note off the top and smacked it on one of the pages of his notebook. Stella gives mark a smile once he looked up from the book “Make sure to incorporate those words, it'll make you look smarter” 

“Awe well look, aren't you two just the cutest little nerds ever” Someone cooed from behind them, both Stella and Mark turning their heads to see who it was even though they already knew from the voice. Walking towards the circle table they were sitting at, was a grinning Ethan. Luca and Rutger trailing behind him. Mark laughed sarcastically before muttering under his breath “Dick” 

Stella giggled and greeted the three boys with a smile and a small hello, her eyes lingering on one longer than the others. The couple locked eyes and Rutgers' smile turned into a grin at the sight of his girlfriend, she looked so adorable with one of her knees pulled up to her chest in the chair, clad in gray sweatpants, a few sizes too big brown sweater and her ugg slippers. Her hair in her braid pigtails, tied off with her signature ribbon bows. 

It had been a few days since the couple had seen each other, both of them being busy with practices and Stella with extra studying. Ethan takes the seat on Mark's other side that Stella wasn't sitting on and before rutger could claim the empty seat next to his girlfriend, luca was already plopping down in the seat. Luca playfully tugged on one of Stella's pigtails before reaching for the Tupperware of cut up strawberries and cherries Stella brought for her and mark. 

“Yeah sure, feel free to help yourself” Stella smiled sarcastically as she watched him open the Tupperware and shove a few berries in his mouth. Rutger took the seat between ethan and luca, now almost sitting directly in front of stella. Rutger reluctantly tore his eyes away from Stella who was laughing with Luca, not wanting to be caught staring at her like a lovesick fool he knew he was. Rutger turned his attention to Ethan when he started talking. “So, what are we all doing on Friday? Maybe we could all go see a movie?” 

“I can't, I have my suit fitting for the formal” Mark sighs as he closes his books and shoves them into his backpack, knowing that himself and Stella won't get any more studying done with the presence of the three yappers. Ethan raises his eyebrows in shock and lets out a shocked laugh at his friend's confession “There’s no way you waited until the day before the formal to do that” 

“Speaking of the formal, are you going stella?” Luca asked the girl who started packing up her sketchbook, multiple books and pens into her book bag. Stella looked up from her bag and thought for a moment, last year she had gone with Luke as his plus one and had a great time. By the time Luke had taken her back to her dorm, her sides hurt from all the laughs she had, her feet hurt from all the dancing, and her stomach hurt from all the cake she had eaten with Adam and Ethan. 

She absentmindedly formed a small frown the more she thought about how much fun she had that night with her brother. But Luke wasn't here anymore, there was no point for her to go. Stella continued to pack her things, and shrugged her shoulders “No, why would I be going?” 

All the boy's frown at her strange tone, they all could see that she missed her brother. Rutgers frown was deeper, he really wanted her to go. He remembered seeing her at last year's formal, they were already friends, but he was still so nervous to go up and talk to her, especially with how pretty she looked in that green dress. Ethan raises his eyebrow in shock “You haven't been asked?” 

“And who's going to ask me hmm? You guys and my brother scared off the rest of the hockey team from even looking at me for too long” Stella questioned Ethan as she rested her elbow on the wood table and her chin on the palm of her hand. Besides I would have said no anyway, she wanted to add as she glanced at rutger who was already staring at her. 

“It’s not going to be the same without you there” Luca frowned as he looked at Stella, he had a lot of fun with her at the last formal and he was really looking forward to her coming again. Stella gave them a cheeky smile and shrugged her shoulders playfully “You’ll survive” 

“Listen ma, i'll give you all i got, get me off of this” The sound of stella’s favorite the weekend song ‘wicked games’ filled the silence of stella’s dorm, accompanied with the sound of lips moving lewdly against each other, and the shuffling of clothes and sheets.  Stella pulled away from his addicting lips and quickly attached her lips to his neck, sucking and kissing just enough to where it wouldn't leave marks that would come with questions. 

“Fuckk stell” he groaned in pleasure as he tilted his head back against the soft pillows, giving her even more room to litter kisses and love bites across his neck and collar bone. He tried to focus on the feeling of her lips on his hot skin and the feeling of her body against his, but all his mind could do was replay the conversation they had at the library yesterday. 

He didn't know why it was affecting him so much, the fact that she wasn't going to be going to the formal ⸺ Okay maybe he did know why it was affecting him so much. He had to go, and he didn't want to go alone . . . he wanted to go with his girlfriend. His Girlfriend that no one knows about. Maybe the fact that their secret was holding them back from enjoying a night out with their friends is what was bothering him so much. 

“Wait wait wait” rutger panted out as he gripped her hips tighter, gently pulling away from her lips. Stella pulls away with a small look of confusion, resting her palm on the pillow next to his head, her brown locks cascading around them.

A pout comes across her swollen lips from all the kissing, when she sees the frown on his lips, the look in his eyes letting her know he was thinking hard about something “Hmm, everything okay?” 

“Were you serious about not wanting to go to the formal?” Rutger quickly blurted out as he sat back up on his elbows as he looked up at her. Stella sat up and rested her hands on his chest, her chest rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sudden question “What?” 

“The formal, do you really not want to go?” Rutger repeated his question with a frown, his hands falling to rest on her bare thighs, his thumbs absentmindedly fidgeting with the seam of her sleep shorts as he waited for her answer. The formal is a big deal, and he just really wanted to go with her, not with anyone else, not alone, but with her. 

“It's, it's not that i don't want to go, i just don't have anyone to go with and i can't exactly just go by my ⸺” 

“Go with me . . . please” Rutger cut off Stella's rant, his voice trailing off into a desperate whisper. His eyes were pleading for her to say yes. Stella froze for a moment, her shoulders sagging and the rubbing her thumbs were doing on his chest stopped as she took in his question. 

“Rut” stella whispered with a sigh as she moved to get off his lap, instead moving to sit by his side on the bed. Her hands fall in her lap as she tries to find the words and gather her thoughts. Going to the formal together was a lot . . . especially since they were very much a secret. She didn't want to disappoint him and say no, but she also wasn't ready for people to find out about them. 

Rutger could see the look on her face, she was getting lost in her thoughts, her nose doing that cute scrunch when she started to get overwhelmed. Rutger quickly sat up and moved closer to her, one of his hands moving some of her hair out of her face, while the other softly cupped her jaw to make her look at him as he whispered softly “I know we're not ready for everyone to find out about us, but we can go as just friends, no one will suspect a thing” 

Stella looked into her boyfriend's eyes and leaned against his hand that was softly holding her cheek, as she thought on his words. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Stella and rutger became closer, everyone just thought of them as good friends, so going to a formal together wouldn't be so bad right? Like he said, no one would suspect a thing, just them being good friends! 

Stella bit her lip anxiously before nodding faintly “Just as friends?” 

“Just as friends,” he promised with a smile and a reassuring nod. He would make sure to come up with some fake excuse for them going together, rutger couldn't get a date and he didn't want Stella to spend the night alone while all her friends were out having a great time . . . which is the truth, in a way. 

“You will have to keep your hands to yourself” Stella tried her best to sound stern as she poked his chest softly with her finger. Rutger chuckles and dramatically falls back on his back from the ‘strong’ poke. Stella giggles and rolls her eyes at her boyfriend's dramatics and moves to lay on her side, resting her head on her hand as she propped herself up on her elbow. 

She watched as his eyes widened and a smile came across his pretty lips as he let her words sink in. Rutger turned to lay on his side, mirroring her position. Rutger rested his free hand on her waist and pulled her closer as he asked, “Does that mean you will go?”

“I would love to be your date to the formal rut” stella smiled sweetly, her heart fluttering in happiness when he breaks out into a big grin. A small squeal of surprises leaves her lips when rutger quickly but carefully pulls her down against him and locks her lips in a hard kiss. A moan leaves her lips from the fierce kiss, her hands tangling in his hair while he holds onto her waist, with the new position she was now straddling one of his thighs. 

The kiss lasted for a few more moments, rutgers hands traveling her side while she softly tugged on the hair at his nape, a small grunt leaving his lips and stella took that as a chance to slowly pull away, rutger leaning up to connect their lips again but stella pulls away causing him to pout. Stella looks down at him with a serious look, worried that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself at the formal “I’m serious, you have to be on your best behavior” 

Rutger smiles cheekily and flexes his knee that she was straddling, a small gasp leaving her lips at the feeling, his hold on her hips tightening as he pushes her down against him, his eyes filled with mischief “When am I not?” 

“Are you sure I look okay?” Stella asked for the fifth time as she looked at herself in her long mirror, turning around and tilting her head to look at her back. She was biting her lip anxiously as she stared at herself, she was overthinking everything. Her hair, her dress, her makeup, in her eyes nothing looked right. 

“Babe, if rutger doesn't rip that dress off of you by the end of the night, I will” Lily flirted, looking up from the magazine she was reading to look at stella. The three best friends were in Stella's dorm, Lily and Carmen helping her get ready for the formal. Lily laid on her stomach on the bed while Carmen was looking through Stella's earrings to pick the perfect pair to match with the perfect dress she was wearing.

“You don't have to be so crude lils” Carmen scolds Lily with a small shake of her head as she looks down at the many different earrings Stella had laid out. She decided on a pretty pair of silver dangling earrings, she grabbed them and walked over to Stella, handing them to her with a smile so she could try them on. 

“Shhh Stella loves when i talk dirty, right?” Lily teases as she locks eyes with the said girl through the mirror, giving her a dramatic wink. Camren rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at Lily's words and the way Stella looked as she put in the earrings, she looked beautiful. 

“Oh yeah it makes me all gooey inside” stella was quick to tease right back with a smile. The girls could hear the underline of nervousness in her voice as she looked at herself in the mirror, they could see it in her eyes that her mind was running a mile a minute. 

Carmen sighs, she hated seeing Stella so nervous and anxious, especially for something she should be excited about. She moved to stand behind her and softly rests her hand on the side of her arms before she rested her chin on stella’s shoulder, locking eyes with the nervous girl through the mirror as she spoke in a reassuring and sweet tone “You look beautiful Estella” 

“Isn't she lily?” Carmen asked as she tilted her head to look back at the blonde on the bed, Carmen's eyes telling her to help her calm Stella down. Stella turned around and faced lily so she could get a better look at her, her hands were anxiously smoothing down her dress at her sides. 

Lily started kicking her feet back and forth in the air before she let out a wolf whistle, closing the magazine she was reading and bringing it up to dramatically fan at herself as she looked stella up and down, slowly licking her lips as she purrs “Meow” 

Stella giggles at her best friends flirting, mumbling out a shy “shut up”. Lily laughs and gets off the bed, walking up to Stella who looked at her with anxious eyes. Lily gave her a reassuring smile and placed her hands on Stella's shoulder to turn around to face the mirror. 

Lily rests her chin on Stella's shoulder and squeezes her shoulders softly with a reassuring smile, while Carmen rests her chin on Stella's other shoulder. Lily speaks in a gentle and reassuring tone as she locks eyes with stella through the mirror “Tonight is going to be amazing stella, you and rutger are gonna have a blast. you have nothing to worry about” 

Carmen hums in agreement and brings her hand up to fix a few strands of Stella's hair, smiling at her side profile. Lily smirks as she continues to speak “besides all the boys are too stupid to realize something is going on between you and rutger”

Carmen and Stella break out into a fit of giggles at Lily's words, she wasn't exactly wrong. Lily smiled triumphantly when she felt Stella's tense shoulders relax as she calmed down from her nerves. The three girls' heads turn towards the door at the sound of a rhythmic knock. Carmen giggles happily as she says sweetly “Your prince charming is here” 

Stella lets out a heavy breath and turns around to give her best friends a grateful smile “thank you for helping me get ready . . . and helping me calm down” she trailed off into a mumble with a sheepish smile. 

Carmen grabbed Stella's phone and her small purse while Lily pulled her towards the door with a smile “It's no problem sweets, now you have a great time okay, have lots of fun and dance until your feet fall off!” 

Carmen hands Stella her purse and gives her a reassuring smile before giving her a look of worry as if she was Stella's mother “But not too much fun, okay? Be safe and call us if you need anything” Lily playfully rolled her eyes at carmen's words mumbling under her breath ‘okay mom’ 

Stella surged forward and closed her eyes as she gave her best friends a quick hug, she pulled away and gave them a small wave before turning around and opening the door to her door. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of her boyfriend dressed so handsomely in a blue suit, a bouquet of tulips in his hand. 

Rutger looked up from his feet as he heard the door open, his jaw falling in awe as he took in the sight of stella. The dress she was wearing fit her perfectly, was it purple, blue, violet? He didn't know. But what he did know is that it's going to take everything in him to keep his hands to himself tonight. He let out a heavy breath as he looked at her in awe “Wow you look so, so fucking beautiful” 

“And you look handsome as ever” Stella gave him a flirtatious smile as she stepped towards him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. The nerves she had felt were slowly disappearing the longer she was in her boyfriend's presence. Rutger smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully holding the flowers behind her back as he leaned down for a soft kiss. 

“How am I going to be able to keep my hands to myself tonight?” stella whispered once she pulled away from the kiss, a lovesick smile on both of their lips. Rutger was grateful that she couldn't feel his fast heartbeat through his suit. Rutger chuckled and placed a few kisses on her cheek before whispering seductively in her ear “I was just thinking the same thing” 

Stella giggled and softly pushed him away from her when she felt one of his hands slide down her back, getting awfully close to her ass. She gave him a warning look before taking the flowers he held out for her as he laughed. She brought the pretty tulips up to her nose, smelling them with a smile. She looked back at rut who was looking at her so fondly, she whispered “You’re perfect rut” 

“Nah, that role is already taken by you” Rutger flirted making stella giggle and playfully roll her eyes, she pulled away from him and handed her flowers to a smiling carman who had a smirking lily behind her. “Please keep lily’s plant killing paws off of these” 

“I will, have fun you two” Carmen gave them both a sweet smile as she took the flowers while lily playfully rolled her eyes and made her way back to Stella's bed. The couple said one more goodbye before they made their way out of the dorms and towards Rutgers truck. Holding hands the whole drive, knowing that they would have to pretend to be just friends once they leave the truck. 

 

“Is that stella? . . . with rutger?” Dylan asked his younger brother in slight confusion and shock, not expecting to see them here, together. Dylan had reached out to her the other day to see if she was coming and she had told him no. Dylan looked to his brother tyler who was much closer to stella then he was, tyler just shrugs and takes a sip of his drink before answering “i mean they have gotten closer, they probably just came as friends” 

Dylan nods and lets out a small hum, not thinking anymore of it. But he was definitely not the only one who was confused about the pair. Ethan and Mark who were standing next to the drink table, their eyes widened in slight shock as they noticed them walk in together. While Luca who was standing next to them was trying to hide his smirk by taking a sip of his drink. 

“Ready to dance the night away pal?” Rutger leaned down to whisper in her ear, a teasing smile gracing his lips when he said ‘pal’. Stella rolled her eyes playfully and gently hit him in his side with her elbow as they walked further into the large room. “you're forgetting the part where we eat a ton of cake too buddy” 

“Oh, how dare i?”  rut chuckled dramatically as he placed a hand over his heart after he winced dramatically when she nudged him in the ribs. Rutger had to stop himself from leaning down to kiss her when she looked at him with that sweet smile of hers. Rutger cleared his throat and blinked a few times, leading her towards the dance floor as he spoke “Come on we should get started before we get questioned to death” 

“So do I need to be worried – give him my big brother speech?” Mark questioned the youngest Hughes as they refilled their glasses. Stella giggled and placed the ladle back in the punch bowl, turning her body to the side to face mark as he got another soda “He invited me as friends mark, no big brother speech is needed” 

Ethan looked at her with slight suspicion in his eyes, not believing her words. He’s had suspicions that somethings been going on between the two of them for a long time, it was obvious to Ethan that rutger had a crush on her. Ethan glanced behind him and towards one of the tables he saw rutger last and Ethan had to hide his smirk in his cup when he caught rutger staring at stella. 

“Damn i'm a little disappointed, i was thinking of a really good speech too, intimidating and everything” mark pouted dramatically as he led the other too over to their table, pulling stella’s chair out for her before sitting down. Stella set her glass on the table as she sat down, pushing her hair back off her shoulders and giving mark a small smirk “please, you're as intimidating as a fly” 

“Your deflecting” Ethan narrowed his eyes at her, sitting down next to mark. Stella looked away from mark and to ethan, holding her glass tighter as she gave him a teasing smile “And you both have been drinking too much of that spiked punch” 

“Seriously, me and rut came here just as friends” stella gave them both a smile. She technically wasn't lying; they only came as friends – well they came pretending to be just friends. She tried to justify her lie internally but nothing could make her feel better for lying. 

“Anyways, what about you mark? No lily?” stella was quick to change the topic, giving Mark a small smile. Ethan stifled his laugh by taking a sip of his drink, already knowing what happened from when mark ranted to him. Mark frowned and answered with a sad sigh “She threatened to kill me if i asked, apparently tonight is survivor sooo” 

Stella is stunned for a moment at Mark's response, biting her lip to hold in the giggle she wanted to let out as she thought of lily. Stella didn't even know where to begin on her thoughts of Mark and lily. Stella cleared her throat and gave a pouting mark a smile “she uh, she really loves survivor” 

“Yeah, it's a good show…” Ethan nodded, also trying to hold in his laughter, but as soon as he looked up from his glass and made eye contact with Stella, they both broke out into a fit of giggles. Mark rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest as he looks between them with an offended look “why are you brushing over the fact that she's said she'd kill me?” 

“I'm pretty sure that's her dirty talk” Stella said between her giggles, Mark rolled his eyes and nudged Ethan hard in the ribs when he started to laugh louder at his expense. Rutger, who just finished talking to a few friends of his coach, walked up to the table, only hearing the last bit of their conversation. Rutger stood behind Stella's chair, resting his hands on the chair, his fingers brushing against her skin and leaving goosebumps “Dirty talk? what are you freaks talking about?” 

“You don't wanna know b-” Stella had to bite her lip before she accidentally called him baby at the end. Thankfully ethan and mark didn't notice her almost slip up, but rutger did. Rutger smiled and secretly dipped his finger under the strap of her dress, caressing the skin. Stella blushed at the feeling of his touch and tilted her head to the side when she felt him bend down a little, rutger smiled, his eyes raking over her face before asking “wanna dance?” 

“I thought you would never ask” stella teased as she placed her hand in his that he held out to help her stand up from the chair. She squeezed his hand as she got up, following after him. Mark grabbed her glass and brought it close to him when she left. 

“Am I drunk or are they in love?” Mark asked as he tilted his head, watching as rutger rested his hand on Stella's lower back and led her towards the packed dance floor. Ethan bounced his leg, his eyes not leaving the two, watching as Rutger spinned her around before pulling her close. Ethan answered mark with a knowing tone “you're definitely something” 

“I'm really happy that you asked me to come, I've had a great time,” Stella said softly as she closed her eyes. The couple were somewhere on the dancefloor, swaying slowly to the slow song that was playing. Rutger had his hands on her hips while she had her arms around his shoulders, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Me too pretty girl” he whispered in her ear with a smile, softly caressing her hips. They weren't exactly out of view from their friends, but just enough that they couldn't see the small touches. Stella smiled and she absentmindedly played with the hair at his nape as they slowly swayed to the song, she could feel his heartbeat through his suit, and she swore to herself that she's never felt that much peace and comfort before. 

Stella opened her eyes and tilted her to look up at rutger, a smile immediately forming on their lips as they locked eyes. Stella dipped her fingers under the collar of his suit, batting her eyelashes as she whispered, “want to help me find the bathroom?” 

Rutger smirked and shook his head softly, seeing right through her innocent question and smile. Rutger looked around them quickly before gripping her hips harder and pulling her closer, giving stella his own fake innocent smile “i know the perfect way” 

“I'll follow you” Stella flirted, holding back the urge to hold his hand as he led them away from the dance floor and out of the function room. But once they were alone, Rutger was quick to lock their fingers and pull her into his side, missing the feeling of her against him. Stella giggled at how eagerly Rutger pulled her into the storage closet. 

“rut if we get caught” stella trailed off in a whisper as she looked up at her boyfriend, her tone had worry in it but her eyes were filled with mischief. Rutger softly pressed her against the door, his knee between her thighs. “don't worry pretty” rutger whispered back before he turned his head to look around the small dimly lit storage room as he continued with a smile “I don't think they are gonna need Christmas decorations any time soon” 

Stella giggled at his sassiness and softly cupped his jaw to make him look back at her, attaching their lips in a feverish kiss before he could say anything else. A small grunt of surprise leaves his lips, but it was swallowed up as the kiss got more heated. Stella’s head was gently pressed against the door, his hands traveling up and down her sides while her hands got lost under his blazer. 

The kiss they shared was filled with passion and their touches were eager, as if they had been starved of each other for weeks but it truly has only been a couple hours. Keeping their hands to themselves was a lot harder than they thought it would be, the two of them almost slipping up in front of their friends many times throughout the night. 

Rutger tilted his head, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her jaw and neck and once he found that sweet spot on her neck, soft whimpers and gasps left Stella's parted lips. Rutger hummed in appreciation at the pretty sounds leaving his girl's lips. He moved his right hand up to slowly pull down the thin strap of her dress, kissing down her shoulder. Stella giggled at the ticklish feeling of her boyfriend's soft lips and touch. He smiled and whispered against her skin “feel good?” 

“You know it does” stella pouted as he continued to tease her with his soft kisses, only making her needier for more. The dimly lit storage room was starting to feel stuffy, and every second that passed made her want them to sneak away to her dorm room. She was pulled away from her thoughts at the feeling of her boyfriend softly nipping at her neck, making her his in surprise “Rut!” 

Rutger chuckled and before he could say some sassy remark Stella's phone that was in his blazer pocket started buzzing - someone was calling her. They both wanted to ignore it, but Stella knew she couldn't, what if it was important? Rutger sighed when he felt her slip her hands into his blazer to pull her phone out of his inner pocket. Her eyes widening slightly when she saw that it was Luke who was calling her, rutger dramatically wincing when he saw as well, making her roll her eyes and playfully slap his chest before she answered. 

“Hello?” stella answered as she held her phone up, putting it on speaker and turning down the volume so Rutger could hear. They can hear the sound of someone moving around before they hear Luke’s voice “uh heyyy sis, what are you up too?” 

Stella looks away from her phone and to Rutger, both of them giving each other a ‘really’ look. They could tell just by his tone that he was up to something, that he didn't just call her to ask what she's doing. Stella rolled her eyes as she finally realized the point of him calling. “Who told you?” 

They heard luke let out a sigh of being caught and they could picture him roll his eyes before he answered quickly “that's not important, what's important is that you –” 

“Luke, rutger invited me because he knew how much fun i had at the one last year and he didn't want me to be alone” stella was quick to cut off her older brother, knowing that he was about to go on a rant, and it was just better overall if she just spit it out. Well spit out the half-truth that is. A bitter taste was in her mouth for lying to her brother, a small frown on her lips. Rutger noticed her disdain and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, squeezing her hips reassuringly. 

“Okay…hmm that's oddly very sweet of him” luke muttered and Rutger playfully rolled his eyes in offense at his close friend's words. Luke let out another heavy sigh before saying “well i guess I'll let you get back to it, uh have fun– but not too much” 

“Okay i will, love you” stella hummed with a smile and luke was quick to reply before hanging up “Love ya too” 

“Hmm there is a rat amongst us” rutger hummed as he slipped her phone back into his pocket, there were a few moments of silence between them. “It was Dylan” they said in unison, before breaking out into a fit of quiet giggles, they were both on the same wavelength. Stella sighed before she leaned forward to place a quick and soft kiss to rut’s lips, but as she started to pull away rutger gently held her face in his hand and pulled her back. 

The gentle hold he had on her face was completely different from the passionate way his lips moved against hers. It was as if he was sucking the breath out of her, purposely distracting her mind from the lie she had to tell her brother. their lips and tongues moved in tandem, their hands exploring each other's bodies. 

stella moaned as rutger bit her lip as she slowly pulled away from the kiss, he chuckled at the dazed look on her face and whispered breathlessly with a mischievous look in his eyes “Come on, let's get out of here before people start suspecting things” 

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“C’mon, baby. It’s okay…”

The softness of Joe’s raspy voice in your ear makes you shiver as he tries to coax you to open your legs.

You don’t know why you were being so shy since this whole thing was your idea.

“I like your eyes on me…”

Was what you had said late one night when he had climbed through your window for a impromptu visit just to catch you in the middle of changing and was immediately remorseful until you told him that it was okay, that you didn’t mind; in fact, he was more than welcome to watch you finish getting ready. So he did. There was something so sensual and strange about it that he couldn’t keep from asking..

“What else would you let me watch you do?”

That’s how you ended up here.

Naked back against his chest, legs hooked over his, with your ass snug against his clothed erection while he looked down over your shoulder as you touched yourself for him…or tried to.

Shyness had hit you last minute and even though you were wet and beyond excited to have his exact attention on you, you couldn’t get yourself to fall off that edge. You just couldn’t get over how you’d look, the mess, if he’d like the theory more than the practice.

Joe’s groan jolted you out of your thoughts as he cupped your tits, rolling the stiff nubs between his fingers before sucking hotly at your throat.

Wet gasps spill from your mouth, warmth rolling over in waves so strong that you don’t even notice when you start rolling your hips into your hand, thumbing messily at your clit and you quickly lose yourself.

But your hand gets tired from how many times you almost got yourself there before it faded and you whine in frustration. Joe’s watching you with rapt attention. Soft skin, prettily arched back, stiff peaks on your breasts just begging to be in his mouth while desperate noises fell from yours.

“Let me help you, angel”. Whispering against your lips as he tilts your chin up, his other hand trailing down to rest on top of yours and he’s reeling at how he can already feel your wetness without his fingers even close to being inside you.

You’re fighting internally because you know he could help. He’d be the best helper, actually. And even in the face of your reservations, he’d been so patient…which only served to make him hotter. Almost as if he was sensing your struggle, Joe leans down to kiss your cheek, effortlessly melting you.

“Please, sweets…can I see?”

And that’s all it takes to have your legs dropping open while his hand instantly drops to your heat, the thick fingers get slathered in your arousal right away. You let out a throaty moan at the gritty hiss Joe breathes in your ear as he lightly smacks your exposed clit, sticky strings clinging to his fingers.

“Mmm-fuck….you’ve made a mess, hmm?” Reducing you to a puddle as he coos lowly in your ear.

The response you had gets swiped straight from you when he dips his fingers between your soaked lips, dragging them up to the focus of your need. Still, his touch wasn’t picking up enough, and you needed more. “Faster,” you whine out, as you wrap an arms around his neck and pulling him back to the crook of your neck as he watches his fingers fuck in and out your dripping cunt. It felt so amazing, pleasure lighting through you and you cry out.

“Shh, I know. I’ll give you what you need,” he drawled, wet fingers thrusting into you with increasing speed. The arousal in his voice set your skin tingling, before another loud, wanton moan was torn from you when he began circling your clit in slick, firm circles. Even your own touch had never been this good.

Every noise you made, every involuntary jerk of your hips, spurred him on faster, to give you more.

Joe could feel his cock leak as your cries turned to wails the closer you got. Crooking his fingers every slide in, pounding the sensitive nerves inside your twitching cunt so deliciously that you white out, so overstimulated by the force of your own orgasm, you gush. Liquid spraying out around the digits stuffed in your tight hole. He pulses watching tears roll down your hot cheeks as he slows his hand to a soft caress, easing up on your nub, helping you ride out your orgasm until you go slack against him.

Slowly taking his fingers out, he brings them to his mouth, sucking on them and moaning as your taste hits his tongue. He looks down at your limp form and thinks that this is when you look prettiest.

Slick and sated.

pleaseremembertobathritualisticallyinyournearestbodyofholywater

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

So I was wanting to ask if possible 👉👈🥺 the last illustration that I drew was my absolute favorite, I was wanting to see do you think you could write something for it? I would love to see how you would write the scene out especially the tension that is shown from Geto's hand from trying to fight the charms of maid reader. I totally understand if not though ❤️❤️❤️

CW: chubby fem reader, seduction

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"You think you can seduce me, miss Y/N?" he sneered, resting his chin in his hand, leering down at you. You had shown up before him in a pink babydoll, practically naked, getting down on your knees before him. He was curious: he wanted to see how things would go. "Well, then go ahead. Try to seduce me."

You squirmed, leaning forward to place a hand on top of his knee. He was certain that his resolve would be strong enough, but just seeing your delicate hand on his frame made his heart race, his core aching. You ran your hand down his calf, going back up again, reaching his thigh. He watched in silence as you stood up, reaching your full height. One of your legs kneeled beside his, allowing you to get closer. You pulled at his kasaya, slowly undressing him, letting the garment fall and leaving him in his black robes.

"Is this the best you can do, Y/N? I'm so bored, I may fall asleep."

"You seem lonely, Geto-sama." He blinked, feeling your hands peel back his robes, exposing his chest. "I worry about you." He let out a laugh.

"Really now? A maid is worried for her master? How sentimental of you."

"I could help you, if you let me," you whispered, your other knee moving beside him, allowing you to straddle him. "I want to make you feel better."

He hummed, inhaling when your soft hands found his chest, tracing his muscles. Your gentle manicured fingers trailed along his pectorals, making his nipples harden. He wished you'd go lower, touch harder, do something.

"Isn't that what you want?" you asked, pushing back his bangs. "Don't you want me to help you?"

"Heh, when did I ever say that?" he replied, his voice turning breathy as your hands trailed over his hair, fingers combing through it until you reached his hair tie. You pulled it out without warning, letting his hair fall to his shoulders. He half-heartedly reached for the hair tie but gave up when you held it out of reach, electing to rest his hand against your lower back instead. You were warm, even through your thin clothes.

"Geto-sama," you whispered, "aren't you lonely? Don't you miss having someone there for you? Don't you want to be with someone again?"

Your words stung, but he couldn't deny that they were true. He had been lonely, had craved the touch of another for some time now, and you were walking temptation. How could he resist you?

His hands curled in his robes, trying to keep him grounded.

"I..." he trailed off. "You... we..."

"Please, Geto-sama," you almost begged, lips pouting perfectly. "I need you. Just take me."

Geto woke with a start, his body trembling, skin and sheets sticky with sweat. He stared at the wall, revisiting the last few moments of his dream that was quickly fading from his memory. He inhaled quickly, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling instead.

"God damn it..." he muttered.

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[acenolee]

BTS Reaction To You Getting Flustered

I’m not sure how well the writing is going to be in this post, I’m really writing this at 1 AM so I’m a little out of it. Anyways I just thought about this after watching a video of BTS being hilarious on interviews, so I said why not?

Some of these are going to be very long so I hope you don’t mind. And I really apologize for any cringy writing.

Seokjin

“Seokjin!” You squeaked as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and wrapped you up in his arms, practically carrying you to the couch so you two could snuggle.

You, becoming immensely shy, started to pull away, unable to meet his gaze, but he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving.

“Aish, where are you trying to go Y/N?” Seokjin pouted, suddenly doing an aegyo that made your cheeks redden. When you pulled away again Seokjin whined in a playful voice, “Jagi stop pulling away from me. Talk to me baby - I know you’re gushing over just how handsome I am so how are you supposed to see me if you’re looking away?”

“D-dinner, Jin.” You managed to choke out. “Dinner.”

“Yes what about it?”

Finally you managed to wriggle free and hurried to the kitchen, busying yourself with finishing the remaining uncooked food. Jin’s gaze burned at the back of your neck, but you didn’t dare look at him.

“It’ll be ready in a second.”

“Baby…” Jin trailed off, hurt clear in his voice when you didn’t respond to his call. All he’d wanted to do was make you smile but it seemed as though he’d only made you mad.

It was only when you turned to grab some celery off the counter that he noticed how shy you’d become. Then it dawned on him.

Jin leaped up and hurried over. Startled, you whirled around about to reiterate what you’d said before, but he was already cupping your face and gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb whilst a soft smile spread across his face, complimenting his already godly facial features.

You were a mess. You were a red tomato and too shy to look him in the eyes - or to even open your mouth and utter a single word, for the matter. Seokjin tried to get you to look at him, but that was too much for you to handle. “I-I have to make dinner,” You stammered, trying to find a way to excuse yourself. But Seokjin wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N, look at me.” He said gently, and finally you lifted your chin to meet his imploring gaze, only becoming redder. “Baby you don’t have to be shy around me, hm?”

You nodded timidly. “I-I know but I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense.” Seokjin immediately replied. “You don’t need to apologize.”

He didn’t ever want you to feel so shy around him that you felt like you couldn’t speak. He just wanted to cuddle and pamper you.

After a moment you let Seokjin guide you back to the couch and onto his lap, dinner forgotten, and began cuddling. Seokjin ran his fingers through your hair and you let your head rest against his chest briefly, closing your eyes and allowing a peace to wash over you. The two of you laid like this for a while, you finally calm and Seokjin beaming because he could cuddle you.

But then you felt a warm breath against your ear and Seokjin whispering mischievously,

“You’re lucky you’re so cute baby; I only stopped because tonight I’m going to tease you so much that you won’t even remember your own name.”

And then the whole process of you trying to run away started all over again.

Agh, that boy is going to drive you crazy.

Yoongi

“Here,” you said a little a little nervously, leaving the sticky notes that were filled with the lyrics you’d written. Yoongi had wanted to test your music making skills, so he’d practically begged you to write a song for him and you’d finally agreed, much to your own doubts. “I’m not sure if it’s good or not.”

“I’m sure its amazing, Y/N.” Yoongi said almost instantaneously, immediately reaching over to flip through the sticky notes and beckoning for you to sit in the chair opposite of him. As you took a seat and reached for you phone, already stressing about how awful the lyrics you’d written were going to be, Yoongi suddenly whirled around and stared at you with wide eyes.

“W-what is it?” You said, looking back at him and then to the sticky notes.

“Y/N,” he said, “these are wonderful.” And then he was all over you, patting your head and showing his iconic gummy smile, showering you in countless compliments. “What other hidden talents do you have?”

You blushed and pulled away, hiding your face from his view. Yoongi paused, confused by your reaction and also a little annoyed. Didn’t you want your work to be praised?

“It’s nothing.” You mumbled. “I’m sure they’re pretty bland compared to yours.”

For a couple of moments, Yoongi didn’t say anything. He was just silent, and you began to worry that you’d upset him somehow. But you were still so flustered from all of his compliments that you didn’t have the courage to look up to see his reaction.

“Jagi,” Yoongi finally said, bending down. He tilted his head so he could look into your eyes, but you quickly turned around, covering your face with your palm. And suddenly your reaction made so much sense to him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he found your shyness to be so cute and wasted no time on teasing you about it. “Aww, don’t be so shy. Your so cute like this, I didn’t know anyone’s face could turn so red.”

At that you cringed inwardly and buried your face into your palms. At this point it would be better to melt into a puddle, you concluded.

“Don’t hide cutie, I promise I won’t poke fun to badly~”

As Yoongi peelef your hands away from your face, he felt pride surge through him and vowed to show the rest of the boys your work later. He gently rubbed circles into your back to calm you. He didn’t want you to feel shy, but he loved how flustered you’d become. I mean - your entire face was burning up and you couldn’t even utter a single word.

After Yoongi helped you calm down, he mused, “You know, I might need you to write some more songs for me”

You giggled, still a bit flustered from his earlier comments. “I don’t know, if your just going to tease me about it then I don’t see the point.”

“The point is to get that adorable little flustered face of yours, that’s the point cutie.”

“Stop it!”

“Stop what?” Yoongi leaned forward and gave you his gummy smile, making you dissolve into flustered giggles.

“Aww, look at my baby getting so shy again, how adorable~”

Hoseok

“Are you alright, jagi?” Hoseok asked, immediately picking up on your foul mood as you came home from work.

You sighed tiredly, rubbing your temples as you took off your shoes and hung your coat up in the closest. You didn’t reply as you walked over to the living room and threw yourself onto the couch, closing your eyes.

Hoseok hurried to finish washing the dishes and then came to join you on the couch. He wanted to cuddle you and hold your hand to soothe you, but you rejected all of his affection, far too worked up and restless. So instead Hoseok settled for slinging one of his arms around you shoulders.

“Bad day?” He asked.

“Sorta.” You replied tightly.

“Do I need to go yell at anyone?”

“No, it’s okay.”

At your exasperation, Hoseok backed off a little, opting to turn on the TV and go grab some snacks and a blanket for the two of you to share.

When he returned, he draped the blanket over you and set the snacks down on the coffee table. He hoped that some food would and a warm blanket help you feel better, coupled with his cuddles.

As the movie dragged on late into the night, the two of you wolfing down the snacks within a few minutes, you found yourself calming down and feeling guilty about being so short-tempered with Hoseok. Looking over, you saw that Hoseok had his arms folded in his lap and head drooping to the side, eyes closed and breath gentle.

You watched him for awhile. The temptation to cuddle him was starting to overwhelm you, but you hesitated, not wanting to disturb his sleep as you knew it was something that Hoseok rarely got enough of. After a while, you finally surrendered to your own temptations and slowly inched closer until you could lean your head against his chest and wrap your hands around his shoulders. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

After a few moments, Hosoek suddenly wrapped his arm around you and patted your head. You looked up to see a huge grin spreading across his face.

“You are so cute jagi.” He cooed, and you blushed. “I didn’t know I was your personal stress ball.”

Flustered, you pulled back and said quite shyly, “Sorry Hobi, I couldn’t help it.”

He smiled at you. “I know you can’t resist this beautiful face, sweetie.” At your sudden flushed state, he chuckled and teased, “Aww, is someone getting shy? I didn’t know you were part tomato.”

“Oh be quiet!” You looked away, a smile rising to your cheeks.

“Just look at this beautiful smile!” Hoseok exclaimed, poking your cheeks. “My, baby you are so precious!”

At his continued teasing, you pulled away and pouted, “I just wanted to snuggle you. Why are you being so mean all the sudden?”

“And snuggle me you shall!” Hoseok declared, pulling you back into him.

As Hoseok pulled you into his arms, you let out a giggle as he continued to poke fun at you and shower you with praise. The night ended with him teasing you and trying to get your tomato face on camera so he could send it to the rest of Bangtan.

Man, did he adore the hell out of you.

Namjoon

“Y/N?” Namjoon called softly as he stepped into the apartment. He knew you liked to work well into the night, and sometimes loud noises startled you if you were to engrossed with your thoughts.

Hearing him call your name, you quickly responded from the next room over, completely forgetting about your sketchbook sprawled on your desk and flipped open to the page you’d just spent hours working on. When Namjoon walked into the room, you were already on your feet and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Aww jagi did you miss me?” Namjoon cooed, welcoming the embrace. You blushed and buried your face in his chest to hide yourself, just wanting to be near him as exhaustion finally settled over you. Unfortunately for you, Namjoon had spotted your sketchbook and asked, “What’s that?”

“Hm?” In your sleepy state, you were a bit slow to realize that Namjoon had inched towards the desk to take a peek at your sketchbook. It was only when he said, “Oh wow jagi, did you draw this? It’s so beautiful baby, just like you. You never told me you were such an amazing artist.”

And suddenly you were wide awake. Namjoon’s compliment had you red as a tomato. Flustered, you immediately pried it away from his hands and flipped the sketchbook closed, tossing it carelessly away whilst stammering, “I-It’s nothing Joon. Just forget you even-I mean, uh, can we just talk about something…you know I got these new shoes today?”

Namjoon stared back at you, shocked by your reaction. You had turned around and were trying to look very busy inspecting your shoes, your eyes landing everywhere but on him. Stepping around you, he went to ask if you were quite alright, wondering if he’d accidentally stumbled upon something that was near and dear to you, but then he noticed how red your face was and that you were trying your hardest to ignore him. Oh how adorable you were, Namjoon couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction.

“Is my little sunflower getting shy?” Namjoon teased lightly, crushing you in a hug, chuckling at your squeals of embarrassment. “Your work is so beautiful, why don’t you show it off more often?”

When you were so flustered that you couldn’t respond with an intelligent response and hid your face in your hands, Namjoon lightly grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, titling your chin up until you had to look at him.

“Don’t hide from me, jagi~” He hummed, reaching for your sketchbook.

“Namjoon don’t-”

“Don’t what? I want to see what else you’ve drawn.” Ignoring your squeaks of protest, he started to flip through all of your most recent sketches, meanwhile you were reddening every time he made a compliment or opened up to a new page. “I’ve never seen you so flustered before. Your just so adorable I might use this as an advantage to see that cute smile of yours every now and then”

“Stop it! You’re so mean!”

“You’re just so cute I can’t help it~”

And indeed did Namjoon exploit this little discovery. He thought it was adorable how flustered you got over this one incident, and soon learned that compliments and affection were enough to make you red in the face and squeal and pout, something that made him incredibly happy.

Jimin

“Comfortable?” Jimin asked quietly, shifting on the couch so you had more room.

“Yes.” You replied, letting yourself lean against his shoulder. “You make a great cushion.”

Jimin chuckled and flashed you a smile that sent your heart fluttering. “Good to know.”

He grabbed the remote and pressed play, the excitement evident on his face. You on the other hand were a little nervous. Jimin had finally convinced the other boys to let you stay for a sleepover, and had suggested watching scary movies all night to see who could go the longest without being scared.

But now you were regretting agreeing, especially considering this was only your “second date” with him.

As the time ticked by, you found yourself beginning to become more relaxed. Jimin had slung his arm around your neck, and you felt completely safe with him. To both of your surprise, the two of you were doing pretty well.

That was until a particularly startling jump scare occurred and you nearly flew out of your seat, grabbing Jimin’s hand without thinking and smothering him in a bear hug.

Jimin startled as he felt your viselike grip coupled with you suddenly wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his shoulder. He blushed but didn’t say anything, both flustered and unsure of how to handle the situation.

After a few moments you dared to open your eyes, breathing heavily. And then you froze as you realized that you were clutching his hand and practically suffocating him, beginning to turn redder than an apple. The two of you stared uncertainly at each other for a couple of minutes.

“I’m sorry!” You yelped as soon as you steeled yourself, pulling away and becoming flustered as apologies tumbled out of your mouth.

“It’s okay.” Jimin replied quickly, running his fingers through his own hair and looking away. “I don’t mind. It was cute.”

Again you froze. “Y-you didn’t mind?”

Jimin shook his head. “No.” He wouldn’t admit it but he actually loved it when you hugged him. “When you’re scared you’re actually really adorable. I’m not sure exactly sure how you do it but you manage to pull it off.”

Embarrassed, you ducked your head and let out a mortified squeak. Jimin noticed and took a moment to look at you. And then a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t know you could be so cute.” He cooed, his voice so soft that it was more like a loving purr. Jimin practically had hearts as eyes as he reached over and grabbed your face. “No need to act all shy now love. You’re just a little ball of nerves aren’t you sweetie?”

You giggled shyly as he booped your nose and pushed your hair back so he could look into your eyes.

“S-stop teasing me.” You pouted, scrunching up your nose. “It’s not fair.”

“Everything’s fair when it comes to this beauty you see right here, jagi. And there’s nothing you can do about it! I find that really adorable.”

And now he really had you blushing as he gave you a dazzling smile. You were a puddle of giggles and squeaks as he proceeded to tease you further, only stopping when you couldn’t talk from just how giggly you’d gotten.

Taehyung

“Aegyo or aegyo?” Taehyung asked, leaning closer to you so he could see your reaction. He thought it was more than adorable at the puzzled expression on your face.

“That’s the same thing!” You complained, already feeling a bit flustered at the way he kept beaming at you.

“Yes I know. I can’t have you choosing something else silly, I know you love my aegyo more than anything.”

Taehyung smiled cutely and you giggled into your hands, feeling your cheeks warm as he suddenly started to take pictures of you and coo over how adorable you were.

It seemed that just about anything could make you flustered, and Taehyung lived for it. He loved to tease you and make you giggle - he did it all the time and still claimed he wasn’t doing it intentionally.

That boy was going to be the death of you.

“Jagi why are you hiding?” Taehyung teased, pulling your hands away from your face. “You seem flustered all of the sudden and I’m just wondering why.”

“You know why!” You pouted, crossing your arms and refusing to look at him.

“Do I?” He asked innocently and pretended to think about it for a moment. “Hmm, I can’t seem to think of a reason why I guess you’ll just have to enlighten me.”

When you didn’t respond, Taehyung suddenly wrapped you up in his arms and said, “C’mere cutie.”

You didn’t think too much about it as he often did this. That is until he slipped his hands underneath your arms and started to poke your armpits.

“Taehyung stop it!” You giggled, swatting at his hands as he started tickling you.

“What?” He asked innocently, smirking as you flushed and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he’d caught you in a strong embrace and didn’t plan on letting you escape.

You squeaked when he drew your heads closer together and started peppering you with ticklish kisses, his eyes glowing with adoration for you.

“Wow, you’re so red jagi! I know I’m cute but I didn’t know I could make you look so adorable with just one measly hug!”

Blushing and still laughing as his hands attacked your tummy, you closed your eyes and reluctantly relented, “Yes yes, fine you’re cute. That’s why I was so flustered before - happy?”

Chuckling, Taehyung stopped tickling you and let you relax, running his fingers through your hair. You let out a sigh of relief, allowing him to cuddle you.

“I’m sorry baby, but you know I only tease you so much because I love you right?”

“Yes I know.” You grumbled, although secretly you loved when Taehyung got into one of his playful moods. “You remind me every chance you get.”

He laughed and hummed in agreement, and the two of you fell asleep like that. Him laying on the couch with you bundled up in his arms.

Jungkook

“Kookie?” You called softly as you pushed your way into the dimly light room, trying not to drop the tray of food.

A second later you heard,

“I’m in my office!”

And turned to glance at the small, windowed room that housed Jungkook’s music studio, where, lately, Jungkook had disappeared to often as he was getting ready to go on tour with the boys.

Sighing, you carefully picked your way through the messy living room and opened the door to his studio. Notebooks were scattered all over the desk, and papers were strewn across the floor. Some of the recording equipment had been shoved quite carelessly against the back of the wall, and the cabinets were overflowing with writing utensils, water bottles, sticky notes, and other items. Small posters hung around the room, reminders, schedules, dates, and times scribbled all over them.

And Jungkook himself was bent over his computer, all his attention fixed on the screen.

Sighing again and wondering to yourself how Jungkook even managed to find his shoes in the morning, you carefully set the tray down on a mini table next to the side of the door, and went to tap Jungkook on the shoulder.

“Kookie, I made you some lunch.” You told him, briefly glancing at the computer screen to see that he was over viewing what the schedule for the arrival of the tour date would be like.

“Thank you Y/N but I’m busy.” Jungkook said without looking at you. “Maybe pack it away for later?”

You frowned, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “But Kook you need to eat. How will you preform on an empty stomach?”

“I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.”

“That’s not healthy.”

Finally, Jungkook paused and turned around in his chair, looking up at you. “I have to-” And abruptly he froze.

Alarm shoot through you. “What’s wrong?” Following his gaze, you noticed that he was staring at the tray. Unease flitted through your veins. “Do you not like it?”

Silence spread between you and Jungkook. His mouth had dropped and was fully agape, staring wordlessly at the lunch you’d prepared for him. As you opened your mouth to ask if he didn’t like it and would rather just order takeout, Jungkook suddenly sprang to his feet and wrapped you up in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He relaxed against you and rested his head on your shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips.

Dumbfounded, you craned your head around to look at him. “Kook?”

“Y/N baby its perfect and so thoughtful.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Thank you so much, I love you.”

At that, you blushed and turned your head away, suddenly growing shy at his compliment.

“I-I love you too, Jungkook.” You whispered back. As he held you, you became more and more red. “It’s nothing really - I just thought you might be hungry.”

Jungkook finally pulled away and looked at you, surprised to see how red you’d turned. “Jagi why is your face so red?”

You blushed even more. “I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.” You mumbled, not specifying what you were talking about. Jungkook raised his eyebrow. “It was so unexpected, like when you bring me roses.”

“I think your the rose.” He teased lightly, grinning.

“Oh hush,” You huffed, placing your hands on your hips. “You would be the rose in an instant if I so much as grabbed you hand.”

And now it was Jungkook’s turn to flush. You immediately pounced on the opportunity to tease the maknae and lifted yourself onto your toes, poking his cheek.

“Now look who’s getting all red.” You teased, bringing your heads closer. Jungkook let out a shy laugh and tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Bunny, you think you’re so tough don’t you? I can see right through you though, you big baby.”

Giggling adorably and flushing red, Jungkook suddenly cupped your face in his hands and replied. “Of course I’m tough! Have you seen my muscles?” He then proceeded to start calling you endearing terms like honey and cutie whist flexing off his muscles, making you flush. “See? You can’t hide from this bunny cutie.”

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I don’t know if this is good or not. I just stayed up half the night writing this, hated it and thought about rewriting the entries, then decided to suck it up and just finish it the next day. Sorry if it’s not written well, I was really losing my mind writing this.

[imstillthesun]

AN: been obsessed with Avatar lately. I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days and finally decided to give it a shot. Please keep in mind that the characters have all been aged up to be appropriate for the context of this short story. I’m picturing Neteyam at about 20 years old. I’m not an expert on Na’vi language/culture so I apologize in advance if anything is incorrect. The original character (fem lead) is named Ley’ra because Y/N felt a little impersonal to me. If anyone reads and likes it, let me know! P.S. gif credit to realneatc.

Story premise: Neteyam thinks he’s VERY obviously in love. He might not be as obvious to the person he’s in love with.

“You can’t be serious”

Kiri looked at you as though you had grown an additional head. Her eyes were wide with a mix of confusion and incredulity, you couldn’t help the smile creeping across your face despite the discomfort the current conversation was causing.

“Dead serious” you said, lifting your shoulders in a defeated shrug, “I heard some of the others whispering about it yesterday morning and then again today,” you finished. You still couldn’t quite believe it all yourself, Neteyam apparently confessing to another hunter in the village was really the surprise of the year. You thought, after the situation a few weeks ago that maybe your feelings were reciprocated, clearly you’d misread your position entirely. Kiri still seemed to be processing the news when you felt more than heard him approaching. It had always been like that for you, being able to pick him out easily was kind of like a hidden talent. Even when his foot steps were so silent he was practically a ghost. If Neteyam was near by, every fiber of your being was aware, like an invisible thread tethered you together.

“Oel ngati kameie, ma Kiri. Oel ngati kameie, ma Ley’ra” he said, as soon as he was within your line of sight. You returned the gesture, offering him a warm smile. Despite the awkwardness of your current situation, you couldn’t help but be welcoming (15 years of friendship will do that).

He looked beautiful as he always did. Puberty had really hit him like a truck. Where he was scrawny and not quite in control of his limbs at 14, he was now filled out, muscular even. He looked sure of his movements, confident. His smile was the kind that always reached his eyes, opening up his face and making his eyes shine. The first time you really noticed this, you were sixteen, just a year younger than he. You were out hunting during a particularly hot afternoon, your back was sticky with sweat but you didn’t mind. Neteyam had proposed a swim before sundown as a reward if you struck down the yerik you’d been tracking. You were crouched beneath a tree, bow and arrow cocked and ready to strike the animal down, Neteyam was crouched next to you so close you could feel the slow inhale and exhale of his breathing. For a moment, your concentration was shot. You lifted your head to look at him only to find his eyes already on you, an emotion you didn’t recognize painted on his face. Something in you had changed that day. Suddenly you noticed everything about him, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way he always let Tuk drag him around to play, the way he protected Lo’ak and Kiri, but most of all you noticed the way he always seemed to find an excuse to touch you.

“Mom is asking for you, ma Kiri” he said, breaking you out of your reverie. Kiri shot you a look, one that said this conversation isn’t over before getting up from her place on the grass and heading off in the direction of the village. He sat down in her spot, dropping his bow and arrow pack down at his side. He looked tired. He’d been going on raids with his dad a lot more often these days, sometimes for days. Each time he came home he looked a little bit more like he’d sink into the ground and beg it to swallow him whole, if only it meant he’d get to rest. You drank him in. He’d been gone for two days and this time he really did look ready to fall asleep right there and then.

“Successful raid?” You asked, giving him a subtle once over to check for injuries. He rarely got hurt during the raids in which his brother wasn’t allowed to participate. This most recent one was supposed to be dangerous which meant Lo’ak had been forced to remain behind and “hold the fort” as Jake put it for fear that the younger boy would do something inevitably stupid and dangerous in order to prove himself. He met your eyes and gave a shrug, lifting himself up enough to move closer to you. Your heart lurched.

“Later,” he said, leaning down to lay his head in your lap, “too tired to talk… just hold me,” he finished, closing his eyes and turning to bury his face against your stomach, his arms circling your waist in a tight embrace. Mawey, Ley’ra, Mawey you chanted to yourself breathing in and out a few times before putting your hand on his head, gently caressing his hair. You smoothed his hair down, humming the notes to his favorite lullaby just under your breath. He buried his face even further into your tummy, purring lightly in contentment. Eywa give me strength, you prayed silently, urging your heart rate to slow down for fear he’d feel it.

Suddenly the whispers in the village made their way into your thoughts, unbidden. You couldn’t help but think about her, this other hunter that had captured your best friend’s heart. Would she treat him this way? Be his comfort after a particularly hard day? Caress his face and smooth his hair while humming his favorite lullaby? He wouldn’t need you then, wouldn’t seek you out soon after landing back in the village. Wouldn’t visit your tent at night when sleep was hard and the only way to finally rest was between your arms.

“What are you thinking about so intensely, love?” He asked after what felt like an eternity of silence, you’d stopped humming long ago though your hands were still absentmindedly playing with his hair. Your hand stilled, looking down you found his half lidded eyes already looking up at you.

“Jake hasn’t asked me on a raid in weeks,” you said, not sure why that was the first thing to come to mind. At that, Neteyam’s eyes grew a little wider before his gaze shifted to somewhere just to the right of your face. Weird.

He didn’t say anything for a beat then in a serious tone “I don’t want you out there,” he said, shifting his eyes back to yours something in them willing you to understand, “you could get hurt,” he finished with finality.

“That’s not your choice to make, Teyam,” you said, not willing to drop it (especially if it gave you a reason to avoid your previous thoughts). At that he lifted himself into a sitting position, shifting so he faced you squarely once again.

“Not my choice? If it is to do with you then it will always be my choice,” he said, unwilling to break eye contact so that the seriousness of his conviction could not be misinterpreted. You scoffed, feeling as though your combat skills were being called into question.

“I can hold my own well enough, I don’t need you to baby me” you said, rolling your eyes while pushing yourself off the ground. Neteyam shot an arm out, fingers curling around your wrist to hold you in place.

“I do not baby,” he said, his fingers tightening just a fraction, “I…I don’t want to see you get hurt, Ley’ra, I cannot bear it” he finished. You sighed, putting your own hand over his.

“I have a duty to our clan, just as you do. A job to do, just as you. I swore to protect our clan, Neteyam. Getting hurt comes with the territory,” you said, gently prying his fingers off your wrist before taking a few steps back preparing to return to the village. He stood too, giving you a pleading look.

“For you, I can do anything. Anything you ask, I can make it happen. Please don’t ask this of me,” he said, stepping forward. Your heart began its pesky fast beating again. How could he say these things so easily? How could he be interested in another and still look at you as though the sun shone out of your ass. As though he would rather swallow a dozen bullets if meant you didn’t go anywhere near a battlefield…how were you supposed to react?

[analbedo]

📔 so gross! ft step bro childe

hmm ik i alr wrote albedo stepcest but i truly believe childe is the nastiest siscon ever… his search history could b a season of law and order svu for sure. also i have a prequel fic for this i’ll post eventually skdkckddk

𐐪 warning: this fic contains dark content, please read my dark content disclaimer before continuing. minors dni.

🦢 cw: noncon/rape, stepcest, nonconsensual creampie, nonconsensual getting peed in (is there a word for this?), water sports/piss kink, rough/painful sex, dacryphilia, mildly possessive behavior, implied age gap, childe is a pervert btw

° 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 nsfw below the cut ! 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 °

“stop it!” you screamed as childe pinned you down to your bed single handedly. he smirked as he pushed his black framed glasses up his nose, squeezing your wrists with so much force you thought the bones might snap. “ow- stop! let go!” you yelped, flopping up and down on the mattress in an attempt to shake your older brother off you.

his free hand moved to press down on your lower stomach to still you as he leaned down to give you a kiss. you dodged, gagging at the feeling of his plump lips dragging against your cheek. his sinister laugh sent goosebumps on your neck, your revulsion temporarily displaced by fear.

“you’re so mean, you know,” childe feigned a whine, as though he weren’t planning to assault you. “can’t even give me a kiss?”

“you’re fucking gross,” you spat, back arching as you still fought to free yourself from his grasp. “get off me you fucking perv, i’ll tell mom and dad.”

“you said that last time didn’t you?” his hand traveled lower, under your shorts so his fingers could ghost the outline of your pussy. “why didn’t ya? too embarrassed? or, ‘cause deep down, you know you like it.” his fingers pressed against your entrance, soaking the fabric of your panties with your slick. childe laughed again, gently moving his fingers to dampen the cloth even more. “shit, look at how wet you are. you’re just as gross as me.”

“fuck off,” you cried, tears stinging your eyes. “i don’t like it, i hate it, and you.” your voice softened to a hoarse whisper as childe roughly yanked off your shorts and underwear, exposing your naked bottom half to the warm bedroom air. “i can’t help how my body reacts.”

he tugged his own shorts down, and his cock sprang free, slapping his stomach. the slimy head already shone with precum. childe slowly began to stroke himself as he spoke: “it’s alright, i understand. i feel the same way.” you shuddered as he rubbed the tip against your clit, already puffy from his prior teasing. he leaned back as he dragged his cock down slowly, staring at your repulsed face as he spread his sticky pre down your vulva until he was lined up with your hole. “i can’t control how my body reacts to you, either. can’t help how hard my cute little sis makes me.”

with one painful thrust, childe was inside, practically splitting your cunt open as he forced his dick inside. you didn’t realize you had screamed from the pain until your voice was hoarse, panting from the shock.

“screaming already? i’m not even all the way inside,” childe told you, pushing his thick cock deeper into your hole. you cried and flailed, begging him to pull out, but his grip on your waist was strong as he filled you until he bottomed out.

the pain was excruciating, your chest rose and fell as you sobbed from the stretch. childe wasted no time pounding into you, not letting your unprepared pussy get used to the feeling of him.

“childe,” you rasped, unable to get in a proper breath from your bawling and exhaustion. “it hurts, stop it, please, y- you’re hurting me.” your cries fell on unresponsive ears, your older brother too transfixed on the soft bounce of your breasts as he rutted into you. the straining of your cunt as he slammed his dick inside at an obscene pace was all you could focus on, you didn’t notice the sudden increase of wetness inside you, or how your brother’s rhythm slightly faltered.

“god, it feels so fucking good in here,” childe groaned, quickly adjusting his glasses as they slid down his sweat coated face. “’ts our second time, and you’re still tight as a virgin, fuck.”

your chest heaving sobs slowed to soft whimpers of pain. the added lubrication made his thrusts less painful, and the slight curve of his pulsing cock had him rubbing right against your sweet spot.

childe looked up at your contorted tear stained face, a malicious grin spreading on his.

“shit, are you crying? that’s so fucking hot,” childe said, ramming into you even faster. “you’re so fucking hot without even tryin’. got the cutest face and- fuck- the tightest little cunt- might have to mark you as mine- can’t let anyone else touch my baby sister’s perfect little body.” he threw his head back as his grasp on your waist tightened even more; you were certain there’d be a bruise later.

though your brain was foggy with pain, his words still registered, and you felt your disgust multiply when you understood what he meant.

“ew, childe, what the fuck, don’t cum in me!” you screamed, aggressively wriggling under him. he laughed as you fought him, begging him to stop. “that’s so fucking gross, pull out, pull out, pull out!” your stomach turned as he leaned down to your ear, panting with each thrust. “stop, childe, seriously, please, don’t cum in me that’s disgusting-”

“i already did,” he moaned, his cadence slowing as he hit even deeper until he stilled, his cock pressed against your cervix as he spilled his sticky white load inside you.

“that’s twice now,” childe boasted, as he pulled back, gradually picking his pace until he was fucking you at his prior tempo. the loud squelch of his strokes in your filled cunt made you sick; your tear filled eyes stared at your brother in horror. “fuck, don’t look at me like that, gonna make me try and give you another load. ah- probably can’t, though, think i’m gonna start shooting blanks.”

“you’re disgusting,” you whispered, mortified at the way he pounded into your saturated pussy, the slickness of his cum making him glide against your g spot with even more ease. “you- you’re- you’re so fucking gross!”

childe smirked, running a hand through his auburn hair. the gesture made your cunt quiver with desire, even as bile threatened to pour out of your throat.

“if you think that’s gross, you’re really gonna hate what’s next.”

“what?” your head was getting clouded, the pain subsided so all you could feel was the growing pleasure building up with each stroke. “didn’t you- you already came-“

“i said i was gonna mark my territory, didn’t i?” childe let go of your wrists, both hands now dragging your hips to meet his as he slammed into you.

your eyes widened with horror when you realized what he meant. childe threw his head back in laughter as you clawed at his chest, using all your strength to pry him off.

“stop! stop it that’s so fucking disgusting, childe don’t you fucking dare-“

“it’s amazing,”. childe cut you off, grabbing your arms and pinning them to your chest. “it’s like, the more grossed out you are, the tighter you get. hey, guess what: i haven’t had water in two days, either, been chugging mountain dew all morning.” he laughed as you involuntarily clenched around him, pressing your wrists into your chest even harder, drinking in the look of hateful revulsion on your face.

“stop, childe, it’s not fucking funny, seriously pull out-”

“bet my cum doesn’t seem so gross now, huh?” he nipped at your neck, his hand not restraining you snaking under your back to pull you to his chest, whimpering softly from the overstimulation as he rutted his sensitive cock into you. “fuck- it’s gonna feel so good, claiming this pussy as mine. been holding it for hours, just to make sure i could fill you up all the way.”

your chest shook with soft sobs as the slow crescendo of pleasure grew even more; his adjusted angle had him hitting so deep you could see stars. the euphoric sensation radiating from your cunt and warming your thighs didn’t distract from the panicked disgust paralyzing you.

“childe, please, don’t,” you whispered desperately as you felt your orgasm loom closer.

“fuck- can’t wait to fill you up again, gonna- ah-“ childe’s voice trailed off in a moan as hot liquid filled your pulsing walls, the sensation of his piss spilling inside you sending you over the edge. electric ecstasy exploded throughout your body, making you tremble from the delicious sensation. you came to immediately after, realizing he was still inside, his warm urine streaming fromm his thick cock.

you thought you were going to be sick.

you thrashed in his grasp, and childe pulled you closer, his moans high pitched and breathy as he continued spilling inside you, pulling out only when he was finished. he dropped you onto the mattress, spreading your legs so he could watch the mix of clear-yellow and thick-white fluid leak out of you. he smiled amusedly, looking up to see you crying tears of humiliation.

childe let out a nauseating chuckle. “you were right, it is gross.”

[applcrumbl]

pickled onion divorce papers.

Pairings: Ex! Dilf!Eddie Munson x F!Reader Warnings: Smut under the cut, 18+ Minors DNI, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, lemme know what ive missed! Author’s Note: okay i haven’t written smut in a long time, and ye i don’t get the title either i just liked it

Summary: Your ex husband is desperate to reconnect at your son’s 7th birthday.

Your son turned 7. A parade of young children flooded your small backyard on a bright summer's day in June, each excited to celebrate on the expensive bounce house you’d rented. Blown a good chunk of your savings on it. Some cautious parents hovered around the rainbow entrance, while most sat on lawn chairs, soaking up some rays themselves. You sat out another tray of assorted goodies on your kitchen island - a stack of napkins ready to be used by sticky hands and grubby faces. Truthfully, Oscar’s parties had been average at best, in the past. But this year you were determined to stick it to your ex-husband. Of course, you wanted the best for your son, as any mother would. But, there was no denying the excitement that escaped when thinking about how you’d remain the favourite parent for a little while longer.

“You did a good job,” Eddie said, leaning on the frame of the patio doors. A half-empty bottle of something in his hand, “Oscar is loving it”

‘No thanks to you’ You thought but bit your tongue instead. “Yeah, it’s been a tough time for him, he deserves it”

“And you?” 

Your ex-husband was insufferable when he got like this. He could read you like a book, but never when it counted. Which was part of the reason why you split in the first place.

���I think you know how I feel Edward-”

“Wow, Edward, huh” he laughed, “I see how it is,”

“Not today,” you warned. Fully aware of what was coming next. 

He wanted to talk about it. He wanted to talk about the divorce papers that had appeared through the letterbox of his uncle’s trailer a few days earlier. Where he had been staying since December when you split. He wanted to talk about how you were feeling. He wanted to talk to you, and only you. Just once.

“Then when?” He huffed, moving from his position and to your side of the island counter. The same long fluffy hair, even though it was wildly out of fashion now.

“When there's a solicitor present”

You swung the cabinet door open, nearly missing the gorgeous face of your ex-husband. Pulling a jar of pickled onions from somewhere up back. They were bound to be eaten by someone.

“C’mon, this can seriously be what you want Y/N” Eddie tried, watching as you struggled to open the tight jar.

“What I want is to enjoy our son’s birthday without another argument,” You reply, breathing out slowly as Eddie takes the jar from your hand and opens it with ease, “I had that.”

He smiles softly, “I know you did”

The conversation was dropped as 25 hungry little monsters crowded your kitchen, ravenous for chocolate and crisps. One of the mothers begged her twins to have something more substantial than a handful of party rings. Oscar - the absolute double of his father stood away from the group. Mouth full of cocktail sausage and big brown baby cow eyes.

In the commotion, Eddie had found himself next to you, serving up paper plates of various finger foods. You didn’t notice as his hands brushed your hips as he passed. It was such a natural thing so long ago. His grip tightened as the kitchen emptied again.

“I’ve missed this,” he confessed, whispering, unable to move from his spot.

A shaky breath, “Eddie, you’re only making this harder than it needs to be”

“Please don’t make me sign them,” he practically begged, lips pressed to the back of your hair. You couldn’t see his face, yet you knew exactly what was splayed on it. “We can make this work, Y/N. I know we can.”

It was second nature for you to say no in this situation. It had happened enough times in the several months since your initial separation. And it was much easier to explain to Oscar that ‘mommy and daddy are never getting back together’ than it was to tell a 7-year-old that ‘mommy and daddy just aren’t quite sure’. Pretending for the sake of your son just wasn’t working anymore, and so quitting seemed like the easiest option.

It wasn't.

But if you were being honest with yourself. You wished you'd struggled through it, because anything would be better than being without him. You wanted the long nights of arguing, or the days without seeing each other because without them you were miserable. 

Minutes passed as you finally rest your head back on Eddie’s shoulder. He could practically see the contemplation in your mind, but he was scared of saying anything. Desperate to keep you in his arms a moment longer.

“We can’t tell him until we know for certain”

Your voice was just above a whisper but he heard you clear as day. His hand in yours in one swift movement as he pulled you off to a quiet room of your once family home. All thoughts of the party downstairs were gone as Eddie kissed you passionately. Months of built-up pining revealed themselves as the kiss deepened. Strong hands guided your back to the wall, careful not to be too loud.

Eddie practically moaned into your mouth as he stripped you down. Only breaking his lips from yours to trail them down to your lower stomach. “I still remember the way you taste,” He breathed as your fingers tangled in his hair. “And I never wanna forget”

His mouth attached to your clit immediately, knowing exactly where to go, and what he wanted to do. Eddie had dreamed of this for so long, that he was going to savour every moment. A skilled tongue delved through your folds. Licking a strong swipe up your slit. You shuddered at the contact, it had been too long since you’d been touched like this. Since he’d touched you like this. And it was like heaven. Rounded nose bumbled your sensitive clit as you wiggled in Eddie’s grasp, lean arms wrapping around thick thighs as he pinned you harder to the bed. Tongue exploring further down, closer to your asshole. “Oh god,” he grunts, relishing in the ecstasy he is giving you. His own hips rut against the edge of your bed, desperate to alleviate the pressure in his own underwear.

Soft lips attach once more on your clit, sucking gently as you felt your peak rising. “Eds, Wait I’m gonna-”

Words fell on empty ears as Eddie dove in harder. There may have been a buffet of sweet treats long enough to feed an army downstairs, but Eddie knew what he’d rather be eating. Your legs shook as you grew close, pressure building in your most sensitive spot, and Eddie could tell.

A voice called your name from down the hall, but the intonated sound mixed with that of your lover above you. You hadn’t heard it fully until much too late.

“Y/N do you want to do the cake? Liam’s mom says they need to leave soo- Oh my god”

Mortified, you pull the covers over yourself, unable to speak, husband still between your legs. Robin stood glued to the spot. Hand stuck to the door handle.

“Hello? We’re in the middle of something” Eddie states, head emerging from the blanket you’d thrown over him. A shit-eating grin peeking through his mouth, wet with your slick.

Your eyes blow wide as you apologise profusely, searching the room for your lost underwear and promising Robin you would be down as soon as possible. Shutting the door, you locate the skimpy lace in the back pocket of your lover.

You reach for them as Eddie turns, “Nuh-uh, I’m not finished with you,” he teases. Hands wandering down your sides, taking temporary residence in the dips of your hips. You attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, hands chasing his backside for your panties.

“Eddie, I am mortified. We gotta get back down there.” You lecture, hands coming to rest on his naked torso. When he took his shirt off? You weren't sure. But you didn’t mind anyhow, absent-mindedly tracing your fingers over the outline of the spider tattoo near his collarbone. “Hand em over” you almost begged.

Eddie hesitated, he wanted to follow your every word, he wanted to go downstairs hand in hand, or exchange flirty glances from across the garden. But he wanted to take you first. “Please?”  you tried again. But it didn’t work as Eddie had you pinned to the mattress in one fell swoop, kissing up and down your neck and chest.

“Normally I would say yes, be a good husband” He offered, “But baby, if not now. I know this will never happen again”

 Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I have wanted this for so long, Y/N. and I’m not even just talking about the sex.” Eddie sighs, “I want the long nights and the arguments that never seem to end. I want to tuck Ozzy in together, not just see him every other weekend. I want to sit and have family dinners in front of the TV. I want the mundane chores. I want things to go back to as they were” 

“Things won’t go back to as they were Eddie,”

“I don't care, I just want you back” He whispers, “I need you to be my Mrs. Munson again.”

And then he had you. Lips colliding together in a passionate kiss. It was messy, and by far not the best kiss you’d ever had. But it mattered nonetheless, desperation oozing from your husband, and your lips worked in tandem. Wandering hands found themselves pulling at the loops of Eddie’s jeans, “Take these off,” you murmur, “We need to be quick”

The truth was that Eddie didn’t want to be quick. He wanted to take his time with you and savour every second. He wanted to bed you for hours as you screamed his name. Like you used to. He wanted to cum inside you again and again, and have you lick the substance from his fingers. He wanted to thrust into you like this for the rest of your lives. Alternating paces, slow and then fast, edging himself into lasting for hours. 

But the truth also was that he finished in 2 minutes. Not quite used to having you in his arms again. Hot ropes of white seed plant themselves inside you without a condom, as you muffled your own screams of pleasure into his shoulder. The long-haired man lay sweaty and on top of you. Almost embarrassed by how short it was, but he didn't care. You shoved him off gently, legs aching from being pounded into. “I still love you, Eddie” you confessed. “I want this to work.”

“It will baby,  I’ll make sure of it.”

[becca-e-barnes]

So when someone with a penis goes years without releasing, they have something called "nighttime emissions." Aka jizzing in your sleep to get rid of buildup. So bucky would absolutely have constant wet dreams, esp after 80+ years of no ejaculating.. Like if he has any dreams (rather than nightmares or dreamless sleep) theyre wet dreams.

so like......... in the same vein of needy bucky... just waking up to bucky having a wet dream, whimpering & grinding against your ass 😳😳😳🥴

So um… It turns out… You’re my twin? Because I can’t stop thinking about this whole concept omfg, needy!Bucky owns me 😫

Minors, do not interact. Warnings: somnophilia with previously established consent

Tiny little whimpers pulled you from your sleep, the bed practically shaking underneath you and your first thought was absolute panic. Bucky had to be having another nightmare, a violent one. One he couldn’t shake by himself.

“Oh, f-fuck, yes.” Your sleepy brain registered his little ragged cry and then you felt his hard, thick length, rutting against the swell of your ass and oh, he absolutely wasn’t having a nightmare.

Your ass was sticky and wet and there would be no way to tell how many times he’d cum over you already in his sleep but by the look of things, it was a lot, his boxers were practically saturated, helping him glide against you.

His fingers gripped at your hips, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours. You heard him groan, loud and low in his throat, hips stuttering like he was close again

But shit, you couldn’t let him waste one more drop of cum. That’s all should’ve been inside you and you were determined to take anything else he’d be able to give you.

Bucky groaned at the loss of contact when you pulled back, pushing his sopping wet boxers down to free his still hard, aching cock.

Cum smeared everywhere as you started to jerk him slowly, eventually stopping so he could thrust into your hand. You couldn’t wait any longer so instead, you shifted your little spoiled panties to the side, angling him so he was lined up to your soaked entrance.

You’d never forget the groan that left him as he breached your little hole. “Mhm, gonna cum.” He whimpered in his sleep. “Oh, please let me cum.”

He was hardly even inside you and he was ready to cum again. Rather than drag it out though, you pressed your ass down, flush with his body and that finished him. His hips stuttered, a groan left him as he filled you up, eyes fluttering open at the feeling of sheer ecstasy.

“Oh-oh my god, oh no angel I’m so sorry.” Bucky was mortified, taking in the situation in front of him but he just couldn’t stop his hips rutting into you, filling you to the brim. He didn’t think he could possibly be any more embarrassed, cum splattered over you messily while he filled you with even more. The shame burned deep in him, his face buried in the crook of your neck, almost hiding from reality

“Don’t be sorry. Ah, s-so fucking hot.” His eyes went wide at your admission. But then, fuck, he noticed how you were rubbing yourself, playing with your own clit while his sleep addled brain let his body fuck you.

“Y-you’re okay with this?” He whispered, his high subsiding but his cock not softening in the slightest.

“You need this, Bucky. ‘M yours. Use me however you want.”

He thought he’d cum again just hearing that. He really did. But instead he took a second, removing your hand and reaching over your body to replace it with his.

His fingers skimmed over your clit so quickly and efficiently you were clamping down on him in no time, his thrusts never stopping, fucking your through your high.

“Dreamt of you, ya’know? Fuck, no wonder it felt so real. Could fuckin’ smell you. You were beggin’ me for it. S-shit, that’s good. You were b-beggin’ me to fuck you. Begged me for this cock, mhm, nothin’ compares to the real thing, does it baby? No feelin’ in the world as good as cummin’ ‘nside this little body.” It didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy, grunts and breathy sighs letting you know he was so close again. He was holding back though, embarrassed at how little it took for him to cum in the state he was in.

“Oh god Bucky cum for me again.” Your voice gave away how wrecked you were but you didn’t care, sheer relief washing over Bucky because he knew he couldn’t have held on much longer

“Thank you angel. Fuck, made jus’ for me. Take me so well. F-fuck yes, oh god, thank you.” He couldn’t stop himself if he tried, whines leaving him as he pressed you down on his length, filling you with so much cum you knew it was dripping out of you, only adding to the mess between your bodies.

“Jesus Bucky, that’s so hot. Fillin’ me up just like you dreamed. God, don’t stop.” His fingers dragged you into another high and fortunately for you both, his cock still didn’t soften. It was going to be a long night.

[ac1dl4v3]

illecebrous.

who . . sub! kyojuro rengoku x gn black!y/n

length . . 678 words!

warnings . . mature/smut!, drabble smut, written in second person, gender neutral! poc reader, oral (gn to male), sub rengoku, ik ts short- it was an urge, hush!

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𝒯he heat emitting from his spread thighs, which resided on either side of your head, was enough to make you squirm and whine breathlessly on the bed sheets below you. Though even so, you kept your composure, remembering that today was dedicated to pleasing Kyojuro in a way other than your usual Disney marathons and shared cookies. You figured that to explore one's partner in depth is more than just their pet peeves and favorite fictional characters, it's also about acknowledging the physical- or rather sexual- desires you both share. Hence, the stuffy position you laid in, captivating the buff man's attention with every light stroke of your hand against his sensitively erect dick.

  The viscous, honey-like substance protruding from his pink blemished tip greeted you with urgency, along with the quivering of Rengoku's thighs as you placed your hands on either side of his dick. He was warm, sensitive, and practically begging for attention, though he didn't say a word. As your plump, brown lips grew near his flushed pink erection, he could only shiver and hum in anticipation, slightly raising his torso as your tongue darted out to savor his needy tip. The pre-cum glosses across his plump skin, smearing across your tongue with its naturally sticky substance, a taste that would forever bring your psyche back to Rengoku's current flustered state. 

  Kyojuro can't withstand the endless teasing you exert him to endure, his hips seem to have a mind of their own as he slightly bucks up to slip past your lips. Thighs spreading farther to get a better view, breath hitching, eye lids fluttering. When you look up to greet his eyes with yours he nearly mutters a "fuck", something extremely out of character for him, as you take his full length into your mouth with a soul quivering moan. His mind isn't even active, squirming beneath your control and humping softly into your mouth while your tongue does wonders to mix the sweet cum and saliva sloppily on his dick. 

  Such lewd, wet noises smack across the spacious bedroom; those sounds alone were enough to make him spasm and lose his senses underneath you. The quality of your soft lips against him was entirely too arduous to deny, his large hands can't help but grip the silk sheets below as he grunts in this near-bliss state. 

  "Y/n- you're.. hah.." What should've been a full sentence was reduced to two words, barely escaping his chapped pink lips as he unevenly inhaled. His release climbs the pit of his stomach with such sudden urgency, it's sweet and familiar, how long has it been since he's succumbed to this lust driven side of him? Too long, he was certain, for the look in your eyes alone was enough to drive him sexually psychotic, subconsciously quickening the pace of his hips as you slither his full length from your throat and grip him promptly in your hand. 

  Quickening the pace of your wrist as you stroke him. Leaning into his face which causes his soaked tip to brush the happy trail across your belly button. It's overwhelming, not to mention foreign and overstimulating, but you're invested. You don't loosen your grip or revert your pace when Kyojuro twitches against your palm, nor when his light groans grow desperate and ragged on the edge of his orgasm. Your unoccupied hand rushes to intrude between his lips with your thumb. His irises are engulfed in ustulating lust, which he was astonished to harbor, as he gets a glimpse of the sadistic smile fondling your plump, brown lips. Then, within the last seconds of his singed deprivation of a climax, you whispered with a tone as delicate and sultry as the silk sheets residing below. "Is this what you like, Kyojuro?"

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[sunatooru]

Head full, only Sugawara, Kuroo, Osamu, and Akaashi breeding their gf senseless after seeing how domestic and sweet she is to them. Ranging from making meals, helping around the house, and seeing how good she is with kids.

Thank you for requesting xx

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warnings: minors dni, 18+ content, time-skip spoilers, time-skip!characters  x female!reader, raw sex, breeding kink, creampie, mentions ‘kitten’, mentions ‘daddy’, mentions ‘bunny’- that’s it I think

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Sugawara

* He needed an extra hand at a school event and was so glad when you offered to help

* It was a get to know the community thing, where the school he worked at were hoping to connect with the community more

* And with that came an influx of families and many, many young children

* He was used to dealing with kids, greeting parents politely and making sure that the kids were well behaved

* But what he wasn’t expecting was the way his heart clenched at the scene of you playing with some 5 year olds

* You looked so cheerful and fun and the kids seemed to love you

* He couldn’t help but think about you having his kids and that’s why he has you pinned against the bed as he slips himself into your cunt

* “You did so well today..” he kisses down your neck, his tongue running over your vein as he thrust forward

* He groans at the way your walls clamp around him, your lips parted when his mouth finds your bare tits

* “So good with kids....looked so motherly...” he hums, bending one of your knees higher

* “Will be so good with our kids...” he feels your pussy flutter at his words, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks up and raises an eyebrow

* “Oh yeah? You want that? Want me to fill your sweet pussy up and get you pregnant?” The way you shakily say yes has him picking up his speed

* He groans when you pull him into a hard kiss, hips connecting with yours before he shivers

* “Fuck..” he moans before pulling out after a few seconds, using his tip to catch any falling drop of his load

* He smirks seeing his thick cum filling your hole, pushing his cock back inside softly

* “Need to make sure it stays there.”

Kuroo

* He’s such a busy man

* His life consists of business meetings, business calls, business papers and non-business you

* He knew he would neglect you sometimes, his work load was huge and even though you told him it was okay and that you understood, he still felt guilty

* Today was another late night at the office

* He was so tired and just ready to have you cuddle him to sleep

* When he finally makes it home, he’s ready to be smothered by you but instead he’s met with silence

* It’s only when he reaches his office that he sees you carefully tidying his mess

* He watches you hum to yourself as you straighten out his paper pile and for some reason his cock twitches at your domestic side

* He strides towards you, dropping his bag on the floor startling you

* “Ah! You scared me. Welcome ho-“ cups your jaw and silences you with his lips

* He picks you up and presses your hips against his, walking towards his desk and making a clean spot for you to sit

* He grinds against you, his cock straining as he fiddles with your clothes

* He looks down at your half naked body, biting your lip as he teases your hole

* He pushes through your folds, hissing when you clench around him

* He moves his hips, mouth on your neck as he speeds up

* “Gonna fill you up with my cum, you want that, kitten? Fill you up and give you a baby? Fuck..so tight...mmm okay kitten, let daddy give you that.”

* Smirks at your open mouth, sticking his tongue in and chuckling when you whine

* Pins your wrists against the desk and snaps his hip hard, groaning as his hot load shoots into you

Osamu

* He practically lives in the kitchen

* Always trying new recipes, cooking for the two of you and just finding so much comfort there

* He doesn’t think he can love it anymore until one day he comes back from grocery shopping to see you, in his shirt, cooking something on the stove

* The way you look, so calm and natural, has his balls twitch

* He quickly puts the bags on the table and wraps his arms around you from behind

* “What ya making, sugar?” His voice is husky, nose rubbing against your neck as he draws your ass to press against him

* He takes in your scent and growls, pulling you away from the stove, turning it off and bending you over the counter

* “Fuck, cookie, do you know how sexy you look right now?”

* Lifts the shirt up and grabs your ass, spreading it and dragging a finger over your underwear

* Strokes himself and grunts when he pushes into you

* Slaps your ass, smirking at your whines and kisses your nape

* He watches the way your wetness coats his cock, glistening as he stretches that little hole

* “Mmh bunny... sucking me in so tight...”

* gives you hard deep strokes, both hands on your hips as he snaps against you, rolling his eyes back when you clamp around him, the throbbing of your walls has him filling you up with his cum

* “Gonna fuck you after we eat...wanna see the stomach swollen soon, pretty.”

Akaashi

* It was such a small and simple thing that you did

* You were up in his study and decided to do a little tidying as he grabs his second coffee

* So focused on cleaning, you didn’t realise him standing there with his heart beating erratically

* He watches you carefully clean the lens of his glasses, wiping them down gently and then placing them carefully

* Such a small thing, but his cock found it most arousing

* You smile at him and suddenly he places his coffee down and drags you to the bedroom

* Stripes you naked and sucks on your nipples, tugging and circling his tongue around it before letting go with a pop

* Runs a hand through his hair when he spreads you legs open and sees how aroused you are, dragging a finger over your slit and taking a quick taste shyly

* Slides his cock in slowly, closing his eyes when he finally bottoms out, kissing your lips hard, slowly thrusting until you beg for more

* “Princess, you feel so good. Such a good girl. You feel good?” He whispers in your ear, your knees bent as he stuffs his cock into your cunt

* “That’s it baby, you’re doing so well. Hmph...can’t wait for a mini you- fuck- yeah?” He kisses your jaw when he feels you tightening around him

* “Want me to fill you with my cum? We could start a family...and fuck, mini you and I running around.” He moans loudly when your tug at his hair

* He caresses your cheek as he shoots his warm sticky cum into you, slowly riding out his wave and grinning at you

* “You’re so pretty, princess, our babies will be so beautiful.”

[misaverawrites]

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you could write a grey's fic with my favorite characters: Mark Sloan and Andrew DeLuca.

They are both in love with the reader, and she tries both of them. There is a lot of sexual tension; Andrew and Mark go out of their way to win her over and show her they love her, so they don't get along at all. They don't know that she is bisexual, and eventually she falls in love with another girl, who always works at Gray-Sloan (you can choose who)

Thank you!

Two's Company, Four's a Crowd (Callie Torres x Reader)

tags: bi!reader, kissing, fighting, I love Callie sm, pining, fluff

summary: Mark and Andrew have been fighting over you, someone else has caught your eye for a while.

a/n: i figured callie would be a good fit here, considering i haven't written much of anything for her!!

Mark Sloan and Andrew DeLuca had been acting a bit… odd, at least that was the polite way to put it. They’d both been clingy, Mark more so than usual, letting you in on surgeries that were usually part of Jackson’s turf, bringing you coffee, anything he could do to spend time with you. Andrew had begged to be on your service, you had no idea he was so interested in plastics, in truth he wasn’t, he just wanted to be close to you and Mark had the advantage in most of that playing field.

Both the men had a crush on you, you could figure that much out, but, you’d figured it was best just to ignore it. That is until today when it all came to a head. Andrew had made one too many comments to Mark, something that most interns and residents were warned against doing. This had led to a stairwell screaming match, something you’d ignored as you instructed your residents in the upcoming surgery, you were helping a man who had burned through his skin and even burnt part of his tibial bone, leaving you to turn to Callie Torres, the brilliant surgeon who had always made you feel something, to this day you didn’t know what that feeling really was. You listened to Callie as she explained the orthopedic side of this surgery, Mark and Andrew walked back into the patient’s room, the air becoming practically suffocating as you felt three pairs of eyes on you from all different directions. Callie finishes with her explanation of the surgery, which allows you to let your residents disperse to their skills lab, Mark leaving in a huff, not without shooting one final, quick gaze at you.

As you and Callie step into the hallway awkwardly she shoots you a look, eyes wide and her eyebrows raised at you, “What the hell was that? I mean if I didn’t know any better, and I do, Mark is my best friend… I’d say he has a crush on you, and he’s mad at DeLuca for having one on you too,” She laughs at the idea until she notices you aren’t laughing with her, her eyes widen again as you look at her sheepishly, rubbing your neck, “You’re kidding!” She whisper-yells as you shake your head, “I don’t know how it happened, Cal.” You groan softly, lying your head against the nurse’s station desk, she giggles softly, running her hands through your hair in a gesture that is more than welcome, especially from her. You pause your thought process, feeling her hands twist through your hair in a gesture so soft, as if she was holding Sofia. You turn your head to face her and she looks peaceful, she has a warm smile on her face as you look take your head up off of the desk, her hands aren’t in your hair anymore but there’s a warm feeling in your chest, you feel peaceful being around her. That’s the feeling, peace, and though it might be selfish, you want to keep that feeling all to yourself and her.

“Callie,” You whisper, “I think… I think I’d like to kiss you.” She smiles her beautiful, wide smile as she pulls you close to her, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you… I just, it wasn’t appropriate…” You smile as her hands wrap around your lower back, “Is it still not appropriate?” You ask her as her eyes look at your lips and back to your eyes, “I don’t think it is.” Her lips meet yours, her lip gloss makes your lips feel sticky but she’s warm against you. It’s a perfect moment, until you turn to hear a gasp, “Torres!” Uh oh.

You turn around to see Mark, his eyes widen more so when he confirms that she is kissing you, he looks a bit disappointed but then you hear another gasp. Andrew DeLuca. This is possibly the most awkward moment you’ve ever been in. You then realize that you’ll be in surgery with all four of them in less than three hours, now is the time to talk this out, unless you want to suffer later. Callie squeezes your hand, bringing you some semblance of peace in this situation, which is the only thing protecting you from an incoming panic attack, especially feeling the expectant gazes on you from Mark and Andrew.

“Look- This feud on dating me doesn’t get to police who I want to kiss! You are both surgeons and need to stop acting like children! Is this the example you want to be setting for Sofia, Mark?” That causes the aforementioned man to sigh a bit, you caught him in that one as he shakes his head a bit. Andrew looks smug at seeing Mark like this until you glare at him, “Do you want me to get your sister, DeLuca?” His eyes widen a small, “No.” Being the only thing he can squeak out, as you nod decidedly, “Can we all make-up now?” The two men look at each other and then back at you, Andrew rolls his eyes but nods, Mark following with the nod as the two men shake hands.

“That was actually… really hot,” Callie whispers in your ear as she takes your hand in hers, leading you away from the two men, maybe Seattle Grace Mercy West could actually be normal for once.

[madneedshelp]

Scaredy Cat-Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N is working at a haunted house, which Dustin begs Eddie to take him to. Eddie refuses to admit he's scared and goes, but Y/N happens to scare the shit out of him while simultaneously capturing his heart.

Note: I'm not sure if this is just in my head, but I feel like Eddie would try to act like a tough guy, but also definitely fall for a good jump-scare, so that's where this idea came from. Also it's almost Halloween so I simply had to :)

As you worked on your absolutely grotesque special effects makeup, you were practically bouncing with excitement. It was the final night of the haunted house, and it was going to be the best one yet. Your neighbor, Dustin, had finally convinced his overprotective mom to let him come see you and you planned to scare him senseless. He was a funny kid, and you used to babysit him when he was really little. Hell, you even gave him rides to school and his club on occasion. So, yeah, you could say the two of you were decently good friends.

"Y/N, do you have the fake blood?"

You turned toward Max, and then handed her the slightly sticky jar. "Yep, it's a little messy, but still good."

She was the youngest member of the team at 15, but you had to hand it to her, she was good at her job. Dustin suggested you bring her on at the haunted house, and you decided to seek the girl out yourself. Turns out she was probably your favorite of Dustin's friends.

"Thanks," She grinned and took the container from you. "Costume looks great, by the way."

You glanced briefly in the mirror at your ensemble. You were supposed to be some kind of demon woman, which essentially meant you were dressed in a short black dress, riddled with tears and rips. You had to hide a headband in your hair to give the appearance of two twisting horns on your head. In addition to all that, you had on all the black eyeshadow and lipstick you could find, which gave you and almost soulless look, and your face and arms were covered in fake blood.

"Why thank you, young apprentice. You've done quite well yourself. The stitches were a nice touch." You beamed at her.

She was one of the killer clowns, and she'd added some fake stitches to her arms, neck, and face. It almost made her look like a creepy doll, but in a good way. You had definitely taught her well.

"Ten minutes to show time people! Wrap it up and get into position!" Your boss called, poking his head into the makeup tent.

You shot Max a mischievous grin and hurried off to your designated area. You were right at the end of the haunted house, patrolling right beside the exit. The corner was a sort of optical illusion, it didn't even really look like it was there. That made it the perfect spot for you to jump out and scare the poor souls who thought they had finally made it to the end of trip. You were proud to say you'd gotten a good many people to fall for the trap this season.

That statement remained true for the final night of the year. It was nearing closing time, and nearly everyone had shit their pants when you crept out behind them and whispered some random creepy saying or anything mildly spooky that you could come up with.

Just when you thought the last group had left, you heard another set of footsteps in the distance. Looks like you had one more group coming. You backed back into your corner and waited quietly.

"Hurry up, Eddie. We have to find Y/N before this thing closes," A familiar voice urged.

Dustin. Perfect.

"Yeah, yeah, working on that right now, Henderson."

That voice sounded familiar too, but you weren't exactly sure who it belonged to. Regardless, this time you planned to go with a good, classic jump-scare because, even though he'd faced literal other-dimensional monsters, you knew this would be a guaranteed method to scare Dustin.

Just before the rounded the corner, you jumped out and gave the most blood-curdling shriek you could muster.

Sure enough, you were met with a terrified yell. It took you a moment, however, to realize it didn't come from Dustin, but the other guy. Wait, not just some other guy, Eddie Munson. You had scared the pants off of Eddie Munson.

Eddie jumped backward and into the wall of the building before tripping and falling into Dustin, who was too busy laughing at Eddie to be scared.

You couldn't help the amused smirk on your face as you bent down to offer the poor guy a hand. "Sorry, Munson, would've toned it down if I knew what fragile company Dusty was bringing."

Still panting slightly, Eddie gave you a fake laugh and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Oh, you're hilarious, L/N."

"Dude, she scared the shit out of you!" Dustin gasped out between laughs as he stood up.

"...wasn't that scared," Eddie mumbled under his breath, shooting the kid a death glare.

You held out a hand and gave Eddie a genuine smile. "You totally were, but I think we can let it slide. It can be our little secret. Right, Dustin?" You shot the boy the same death glare Eddie just gave him and he relented eventually.

Eddie took your hand and pushed up off the ground. "What can I ever do to repay you for you silence, my noble hero?"

"We'll call it even since you're toting Dustin around for the night. That reminds me, you guys stick around for a few minutes. I'm thinking we need to go for shakes as soon as I get off, which is...now." You grinned slyly at the pair.

Dustin nodded enthusiastically at your idea as Eddie said, "I think we can make that work."

In less than fifteen minutes you had somehow managed to take off all your makeup and change into your normal clothes. You even picked up Max along the way and made her tag along. Not that she had much of a choice, she rode with you anyway.

The two of you met Eddie back at his van and he drove you all to the small diner close by. To make up for the grand scare of the night, you bought everyone's shakes. Possibly the most miraculous part of the night was the fact that you all lasted a whole 30 minutes before the noise caused the waitress to give you enough dirty looks to make you all hurry out.

On the way home, Dustin and Max were dropped off at the Byers's to see Will and El. That left you and Eddie alone as he drove you back to your car, which you left at work.

"I've gotta say, I'm pretty impressed." Eddie blurted with a small chuckle.

"Hm? How so?"

He shot you a look. "I can't say I expected that from you, Y/N. I mean this in the best possible way, but you were absolutely terrifying tonight."

You let out a laugh, and didn't fail to notice how Eddie turned to look at you. Interesting. Maybe this night was going to lead to something surprising.

Okay, you had never admitted this to anyone, but you found Eddie to be quite cute. Charming even, at times. Could it be that maybe he was interested in you too?

"Why thank you, Munson. I take pride in my work." You placed a sincere hand on your chest.

"Can't say I believe Henderson about his vow of silence. I'm sure all of Hellfire will know about this before lunch tomorrow."

You chuckled again. "You're probably right, but that's to be expected. Dustin can't lie and he isn't the best at keeping secrets either."

Eddie shrugged as he turned into the lot where your car was parked. "Well, I suppose there's worse things he can spread than the fact that I fell for you."

Your head snapped over to look at Eddie in surprise. The man looked equally surprised himself.

"Fell for me, huh?" You smirked.

The usually smooth-talking, unrattled Eddie was instantly replaced with a fumbling one. "I meant because! Because of you! You know, because of the scaring? That's, uh, that's what I was trying to say."

You put a fake pout on your face. "That's too bad then. I thought maybe I had come up with a way for you to pay me back for my silence."

"And what's that?"

You mustered up every bit of confidence that you could to make this next part sound not as nervous as you felt. "Well, it's more of an event than actual payment. Thought maybe you'd take me on a date. Especially since you 'fell for me' and all. If that's not what you meant though, then no worries."

The second of silence that passed between the two of you was painful. You tried to put on a persona of confidence at times, but you really were anticipating what his answer would be.

"I take it back. Fell for you, because of you, who gives a shit? You're really something else, Y/N. Does tomorrow night work?" Now Eddie wore your smirk from earlier.

"...Huh?" Your brain was trying as quickly as possible to process the information you'd just heard.

"The date? Can you do tomorrow, say 7 p.m.?"

Now it was time for you to put on a stupid grin and nod your head. "Sounds perfect to me, scaredy cat."

[kurosukii]

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your best friend has been dying to know the guy you’ve been fooling around with since your twenty-first birthday; you wish you could tell her, but the mystery man is no other than her father.

genre: smut, age gap, best friend’s dad au

warnings: 18+. DILF KUROO. dubcon, manipulation, slight somnophilia, spanking, pussyjob, alcohol consumption, dumbification, hair pulling, virginity loss (...social construct), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, daddy issues, dirty talk, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, choking, spitting, mating press, clit spanks, begging, fingering, slight exhibitionism, finger sucking, tie kink(?? he makes you wear his tie so...)

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: for @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab! thank you so much for letting me join! shoutout to @stopisa for that ✨lovely✨ dilf convo. (dilf kuroo AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @meiansmistress and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for editing and beta reading <33

[12:24 PM]

“come on! you have to tell me who he is!”

you grip the handle of your spoon harder than normal, hoping your best friend doesn’t see your reaction.

you open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off with a comment that makes shame and embarrassment burn through your body.

“you guys were really loud last night! well, you were. i didn’t hear so much as a peep from your man—well aside from the occasional murmurs, which i’m pretty sure was dirty talk…” she trails off, looking lost in thought.

you squirm and wince at the wet pool between your legs. the wet pool being cum that he told you to keep warm just before he left.

she sees your discomfort and laughs at your predicament, clearly thinking it was the aftermath of a hard night of fucking—it was, but she didn’t need to know about the sticky cum that was still inside your pussy.

“he clearly fucked your brains out! at least one of us is getting dick!” she exclaims, her lips forming into a pout as she takes her finished bowl of ramen to the sink and rinses it with water.

yeah, you are getting dick—not just anyone’s dick, however, because it’s her father’s.

your stomach churns at the thought, not from disgust, but from guilt and shame. you are way past getting disgusted with what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

not when her father never fails to make you cum at least three times in one night, not when he calls you his good girl and cockslut, and certainly not when you called him over last night because you were so pent up and you needed your daddy’s cock.

last night…

“you’re such a cockslut,” kuroo growled, his balls slapping against your ass as he delivered a hard thrust that had you creaming and moaning all over his cock. you bunched the sheets in your hands, wincing with slight discomfort when he folded your body in half while he pounded relentlessly inside you.

“you should see how dumb you look with your eyes all crossed and teary while your tits are bouncing everywhere.”

you squealed when he roughly flipped you on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips as he entered you once more. he lifted one hand and slapped your ass in sync with his thrusts.

“so drunk on my cock now, huh? can’t live without it, hm?” kuroo taunted you, one hand squeezing your hip while the other spanked your ass until it was burning with pain. you moaned words incoherently, tongue lolling out as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth.

“daddy! more, please!” you moaned loudly, toes curling from the pleasure.

“you’re brave for calling me over, knowing that only a thin wall is separating you from my daughter’s room,” he hissed, pounding your pussy from behind.

“but i guess that doesn’t matter to you anymore as long as i fill this dirty pussy with my. hot. cum—fuck!” he ended each word with a hard thrust, cursing when your tight cunt clamped down on him.

“faster, daddy! your cock’s filling up my pussy so well—oh my god!” you screamed, partly aware that you shouldn’t scream his name, for fear that your debauchery with your best friend’s father would be revealed too soon.

kuroo indulged you, teeth bared as he pushed your back into a deeper arch, making his cock reach places he hadn’t before. you winced when his large cock teased the entrance of your cervix. it was always a trip taking him—no matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always stretched your pussy wide open.

“w-wait, it h-hurts daddy!” you whined, moving forward to escape the brutal thrusts of his hips so you could adjust your position. he growled in disapproval, tightening his grip on your hips as he roughly pulled you back on his dick.

“take my cock. i know you can do it, whore.” he hissed, moving your body back and forth on his cock like you were a fuckdoll. you moaned from both pain and pleasure as kuroo guided your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

you cried out when kuroo tugged your hair from its roots, pulling your body upright until your back met his sweaty chest. “yeah that’s a good fucking pussy. come on slut, squeeze daddy’s cock,” he whispered in your ear, teeth biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy i can’t—i’m going to cum!” you squealed, voice cracking as your body started shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“i’m going to cum too, baby—and don’t you fucking dare waste my cum,” he growled, wrapping his arms around your body.

you fell forward on your shaking arms, sheets bunched tightly in your fingers as moans and whimpers freely fell from your lips.

“i want it to stay inside your dirty cunt until tomorrow,” he ordered you, reaching for your arms and holding your wrists in one hand, the other slapping your already swollen ass.

you cried out when your face was smothered by the sheets, drool staining the pillow as the headboard continuously thumped against the wall. your body shook with his thrusts, breasts swaying with the movement.

“i want you to look my daughter in the eye and have a normal conversation with her—just like you always do—while you’re thinking about how slutty you are with her father’s cum inside your pussy.”

that was last night. a couple hours ago, if you were to be specific, since kuroo fucked you until you passed out on your bed. you only woke up when your best friend practically broke the door down—bed empty of him, thank god—saying that she made lunch. she looked pretty disheveled herself and she blamed it on your headboard hitting the wall all throughout the night.

you buried your face into the pillow to cover your guilty expression, groaning at the movement because your body was aching all over. she laughed and left you to your own devices, still recovering from him.

he has a crazy appetite for a man his age, to be honest. he may be an older man but he fucks like a teenage boy who recently discovered sex and became hypnotized by the pleasure of it. you lost count of how many times your best friend—his daughter—almost caught you and him fucking around in the apartment, their house, and even his car.

it wasn’t always like this though. there was a time when you only saw him as a fatherly figure and not someone who regularly uses you as a cocksleeve.

maybe it was the way he looked so good with a five-o-clock shadow, or how even with salt and pepper hair, he still acted youthfully. perhaps it was his signature cocky grin that lured your younger and more impressionable self towards him.

in truth, it was your daddy issues that led you to him.

you met your best friend the summer after high school. you bonded quickly over your common interests and quickly learned that it was just her and her dad. she confided in you and told you how lonely he was and she hoped that he would meet a nice and loving woman to take care of him. you comforted her and reassured her that he would meet that woman. if you only knew.

you couldn’t help but admit to yourself how envious you were of her and her father’s relationship, seeing as the one with your own was non-existent. you couldn’t wait to meet him, hoping that he would treat you as his second daughter since your best friend was basically your sister.

she failed to tell you—because why would she?—that her father is an attractive and charming specimen of a man his age. his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed and his feline eyes would always look at you with warmth and tenderness.

you sigh as you put your chin on your fist, the sounds of dishwashing and humming filling your ears as you play the events that eventually led to your risky love affair with her dad.

you really feel ashamed, but it wasn’t your fault that her dad is so good to you. from the moment you met him, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. it was obviously innocent and familial at first, until it turned to something darker, more carnal.

his glances gradually became lingering and he started giving you sly winks that left you burning with desire. you tried so hard to fight it too, but you were too weak against his sweet talk and honey voice.

it was a year or two later that he finally made a move on you.

you figured that with a job that caused him to be in constant public eye, he would avoid fooling around with girls that were decades younger than him, but even with the heavy implications of a scandal, it still didn’t stop him from devouring you.

it all started one night when he invited you guys over, claiming that he missed the both of you. your best friend told you to go first because she was going to be out for her tutoring session. you internally shivered at the thought of being alone with him, not knowing what was going to happen once you were confined in a small space.

the sexual tension was so thick when you arrived and next thing you knew, you had your back on the dining table, legs spread in the air, with his mouth sucking and slurping on your pussy. you came with a scream of his name, cumming so hard for the first time in your life that your body ended up convulsing.

he had laughed at how blissed out you looked. “you taste even better than what i imagined, baby. thanks for the meal,” he purred, winking at you and leaving you to process what happened, hand wiping off the juices from his face as he went back to cooking dinner.

his daughter finally showed up and your face burned the entire time, unable to look her in the eye because not only did her father make you cum minutes prior, but he also was a tease and had his fingers inside your panties while talking to her, fingers slowly tracing circles on your clit.

the topic of conversation was your living situation. he was never happy about how the two of you wanted to live alone together because he insisted that it was better if you guys lived with him. at first you thought it was him being overprotective, but you came to understand it was because he wanted easy access to you.

he ended up fucking your throat that night out of sheer frustration, punishing you for being a bad girl and wanting to be away from your daddy.

you partly hoped it was a one time thing, but you were proven wrong when you had a movie night and your best friend dozed off on the long couch housing the three of you.

kuroo was under your blanket and between your legs in an instant. your shorts hung off of one ankle while he pushed your panties to the side.

“daddy! we shouldn’t be doing this—fuck!” you moaned as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue lapping up your slick.

“guess you just have to be quiet then, kitten,” he teased you. you arched your back and bit your lip to muffle your scream when he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt while his lips played with your clit.

you had no idea how your best friend didn’t wake up to the sounds of your muffled moans and whimpers, but that thought went away when you started riding her father’s face and cumming all over his mouth.

you became needier after that, eventually losing the hesitancy of being pleasured by him. instead, you anticipated the times when he would make you cum.

the deal was sealed on the night of your twenty-first birthday.

night of your birthday…

“hey girl, the postman came and said this was for you!” your friend slurred, clearly having had too much to drink for just a small and intimate celebration for your twenty-first.

you’d been buzzing the whole day, both from the alcohol and anticipation of what was going to happen later. you woke up to numerous happy birthday texts until you came across the one you’ve been so excited to see. your cunt gushed when you saw your daddy’s text, letting out a little moan at what he said.

happy twenty-first, kitten. you better be wearing my gift when i come over because i’m going to fuck your little pussy tonight.

you sucked in a breath as your face flushed. you held the smooth black nondescript box that was elegantly wrapped with a crimson satin ribbon. you had a pretty solid guess of what was inside and your best friend had as well, because she wiggled her eyebrows and teased you. you sighed, like father, like daughter.

how you were still able to look her in the eye after everything you’ve done and what you’re going to do with her dad is beyond you. his mouth, tongue, fingers—soon to be his cock—truly hypnotized and consumed your conscience and only left neediness in its wake.

you ducked your head to hide the embarrassment on your face while the rest of your friends that came over jeered and whistled as you walked towards your room to leave the box on your bed for safekeeping.

you left it sitting in the center of the bed and went back to the living room to enjoy, skin tingling the whole time in anticipation for your daddy...

you closed the door after saying goodbye to the last group of people and turned to your best friend. “thank you for the lovely little get together,” you thanked her shyly.

“you’re welcome, darling, but i’m sure the main event is just about to happen. tone it down a little, yeah?” she smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled on the way to her room.

you sighed, the guilt that was momentarily forgotten reared its head once more when you were finally alone in your room. it went away again when you studied the gift kuroo gave, nimble fingers leaving light touches on the box settled on your lap as you untied the ribbon.

you rummaged through the white crepe paper until you saw pieces of red lace that were as red as the ribbon that tied the box. he always loved the color, so it wasn’t a surprise that the lingerie he gifted you was of the same shade. your fingers shook when you took them out in front of you. these can barely cover anything, you gulped.

you caught a tinge of gold in the corner of your eye and saw that there was a white card peeking out amongst the paper. the card was lined with gold embellishments and there was a short message printed in red.

kitten, wear these for me. - k.t.

and who are you to not follow daddy’s orders?

you placed the garments at your side and set the box on the floor. you began to undress, removing your cotton bra and panties which you threw on the floor, somehow landing inside the open box.

your naked body was exposed to the cool air and you shivered, head buzzing and eyes slightly drooping from the alcohol you consumed. you took the lace with delicate fingers and gasped upon inspection of the panties.

you were taken aback by the design because not only did it lack enough cloth to cover your entire lower region, but they were crotchless. your mouth dried at the obscenity, hazy mind playing images of kuroo rutting into you without having to remove anything.

that was most likely his intention after all. you slowly stood up from the bed and softly moaned at the slickness between your thighs, pussy clearly excited and aching for his dick. you slipped your legs through them and grabbed the matching bra. you moaned when you clipped it on, nipples hardening when the lacy pattern rubbed against them.

you might as well be wearing nothing with the way you barely felt the fabric against your sensitive skin. you yawned as you laid on your back, the numerous glasses of wine you drank finally caught up with you.

you tried to fight it, you really did. but you were fighting a losing battle with your eyes and besides, you were only going to close them for a bit. you’d wake up before your daddy comes over, right?

you ended up dozing off. you woke up with a moan, alcohol already flushed out of your body. you slightly squirmed as you felt something wet on your tits and a moving pressure in your pussy. you slowly opened your eyes and found a large body looming over you.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you?” kuroo asked, lips pulling away from your clothed nipple with a pop when he realized that you were finally awake.

“three fucking years. yet you had the audacity to be asleep when i arrived? i’m going to wreck your slutty pussy, whore,” he growled as he scissored his long fingers inside your pussy faster. you cried out in pleasure, hands reaching for his wrist as you tried to slow his movements.

“d-daddy, i’m sorry!” you cried as you arched your back. he just grunted and removed his wet fingers from your cunt. you whimpered at the loss because his fingers always felt so good when they moved inside of you. he stared you down instead, large hands loosening his red tie���you noticed that it matched the lingerie you were wearing—and promptly removed it.

he bit his lip as he reached down and made you wear it instead, cock twitching in his pants as he reveled at the sight of you wearing his gift, and in his favorite color no less. he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles rippling from the movement.

even though he didn’t play volleyball all that much anymore, he still maintained his toned body. if it weren’t for his salt and pepper hair, you wouldn’t think he was decades older than you. not that it mattered, anyway.

“you look so sexy in red, kitten,” he whispered, the sound of his belt unbuckling mixing with your heavy breathing. you gulped when you saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. he stepped out of his pants and smirked when he saw your reaction.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty. can’t believe i waited this long to fuck it,” he hissed as he spread your legs, your crotchless panties baring your pussy to his eyes, making them twitch under his scrutiny.

he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock on your slit between your folds. you moaned at the stimulation, thankful that he didn’t thrust inside immediately because that would’ve been more painful than pleasurable.

“i was e-eighteen when we first met, y-you could’ve fucked me—oh that feels good—any t-time you wanted to, why didn’t you?” you stuttered as you shivered from the pleasure his slick cock was giving you.

you planted your feet flat on the bed as you took hold of his cock and humped it with fervor, moaning at the slick sounds it made with your lower lips.

kuroo hissed at the increase in stimulation, warm hands grabbing the back of your thighs and folding your legs toward your chest as he thrusted faster between your folds. you moaned louder as you let go of his throbbing cock to bunch the sheets in your fingers.

“you know what they say, good things come to those who wait,” he grunted, hips thrusting faster, making your pussy wetter and slicker.

“besides, you were still a shy and innocent girl back then—until i corrupted you, obviously,” he teased you as he moved one hand to your mouth, inserting his fingers between your lips. you moaned as you sucked, slightly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“i don’t think you could’ve handled this big...fat...cock,” he grunted as he clenched his jaw from the pleasure.

“but now? now you’re my little whore who’s about to know what it feels like to get fucked by a man,” he growled, separating himself from your body. you whimpered, arms reaching out for him but he held your wrists in one hand and placed them above your head.

“you’re already dumb when i fuck you with my mouth and fingers...they’re nothing compared to my dick,” he said frankly, fingertips lightly teasing your puffy clit, aching from the lack of release from the continuous stimulation of his cock. he let go of your wrists and moved his hand to your thigh, fingers circling your skin.

“i-i don’t think your cock will f-fit daddy,” you said in a small voice, staring at his twitching cock.

“nonsense baby, i trained you to deepthroat me, remember?” he reminded you, memories of all the times you sucked his cock filling both your minds.

“i’m going to train this pussy as well. you’ll be begging me to never leave your cunt after i’m done with you,” he declared, positioning himself between your legs again.

“now hump my cock again, kitten. faster this time,” he ordered you, fitting his cock between your lower lips once more.

“yeah just like that—fuck,” he groaned when you ground your clit with more force on his shaft. you cried out at the movement, pussy gushing out more of your juices.

“you like that, hm? like how you’re making my cock wet with your slick?” he taunted you, fingers squeezing the skin of your thigh as he rutted his hips faster.

“can’t wait for me to—shit—bottom out in that tight cunt?” he growled, basking in the heat emanating from your pussy.

you moaned loudly, hips rolling as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to burst. your breasts were freely swaying with each movement your hips made. you threw your head back as your mouth fell open, uncaring of the volume of your cries and whimpers.

“i’m cumming, daddy!” you screamed, pussy clenching around nothing as you drenched your daddy’s cock with your cum. kuroo followed suit, groaning loudly when he released his cum all over your stomach, staining the front of your barely-there panties.

“such a dumb cockslut, you came by just humping my cock?” he teased you. your face warmed in embarrassment, hiding your face in the pillows. kuroo chuckled, honey eyes glinting in mischief. well, he came by just humping your pussy, so he was one to talk.

he spread your lower lips, puffy clit exposed to the air. you shivered at the chill but quickly yelped when he spanked your clit a few times.

“d-daddy!” you exclaimed but he just laughed at you. “just wanted to slap your clit, baby,” he chuckled, hand slapping it once more.

you tried to squirm away from his spanks but he held you in place. he held his throbbing cock with one hand and guided it back to your clenching hole. he rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit before inserting his cock in your pussy.

“t-too big daddy!” you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as his cockhead went past your tight muscle.

“shh baby, i know you can do it. you can take my cock, yeah that’s a good girl,” he cooed, palm flat against your stomach with his thumb rubbing the skin. you sucked in a breath as he slowly slipped his cock inside your virgin pussy inch by inch.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good with my fat cock that you won’t even care if my daughter catches us,” he growled when he bottomed out. you whimpered at the force of his sudden thrust and the implication of what he said. he only let you adjust to his large cock for a few moments before he started thrusting lazily.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted you as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. you moaned louder, body shaking with the thrusting of his hips.

“n-no s-stop! she’s going to hear you!” you begged, voice cracking when he folded your body in half. he began pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

“so? i dare you to scream my name, slut. watch her bust that door down,” he mocked you, hands pushing your knees further up your chest. you whimpered at the stretch, the sounds of the headboard thumping against the shared wall only served to make you clench around your daddy’s cock.

“fuck—how do you think her face would look when she sees you taking my cock like a good little bitch?” he growled when he felt you squeeze his cock. he grunted as he thrusted faster, balls slapping against your ass.

“yeah just like that, you want me to cum inside you? fill this slutty pussy to the brim? fuck my cum so deep into your pussy that you’ll get pregnant?” kuroo groaned, throwing his head back as he felt his abdomen tighten, the signal that his orgasm was fast approaching.

you held your bouncing tits in your hands, his silk tie only adding to your pleasure as it rubbed against your sensitive skin. “n-no please!” you pleaded, tears falling from your eyes.

“you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, jaw clenching because he was stopping himself from cumming immediately. he wanted to spill all of his load in one go, after all.

“y-yes daddy b-but—!” you squealed, stinging pain blooming in your chest when kuroo pinched your nipple.

“then take my fucking cum, whore,” he demanded, cock throbbing because he was so ready to spill all of his hot cum.

“n-no daddy! please don’t cum inside me!” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out as his cock hit your g-spot.

“shut up and take it,” he growled, hands squeezing your waist as his thrusts grew erratic.

he groaned loudly when he saw your fucked out face, thrusting so deep that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix. his hot cum spurting out of his cock as he filled your pussy.

“daddy you’re cumming so much—oh my god!” you screamed as you came with him, legs shaking from the intense fucking.

“your cum’s filling up my pussy, fuck and it feels so hot too!” you cried out, throat raw from the sounds that came out of your mouth ever since he came inside your room.

kuroo removed his hands from your waist—one hand snaking around your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides as he rode your pussy to prolong his orgasm.

his other hand moved to straighten your leg, rubbing your outer thigh while he cooed at you. “you like my cum, baby?” he asked softly, hips slowly rocking back and forth. you whimpered, your overstimulated pussy aching from his never-ending thrusts.

his movements caused his cum to overflow and seep out the sides of his cock. the mixed fluids fell out of your pussy, sliding down your ass and drenching the sheets beneath you.

“don’t be shy, baby. you can tell daddy if you like his cum,” he encouraged you, leaning down to kiss you languidly on the lips.

“i-i love your cum daddy,” you tell him in between kisses.

“that’s my good girl. happy birthday, my sweet kitten.”

you open your eyes when your best friend throws the damp towel to your face. “quit daydreaming about him! you were moaning ‘daddy! daddy!’ like he was actually fucking you!” she yells while crossing her arms across her chest.

you duck your head in shame. great, now i’m even messier and wetter down there, you grumble. you wince when you hear the squelching sound—dear god i hope she didn’t hear it—as you shift to face her properly while she walks over to you.

“so! tell me more about him, what’s his name?” she asks animatedly, chin resting on her fists as she sits beside you on the island. you swallow thickly, a lump suddenly weighing down in your throat. you inhale a deep breath before coming up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“he’s a shy and private guy...i’m not telling you his name yet because...i really want you to meet him in person, you know...?” you already know him—you’re related to him! you scream in your head.

your palms feel sweaty as your nerves are on the verge of frying themselves. you bite your lip while you rub your thighs together, wincing immediately as you feel her dad’s cum drench your panties and shorts further.

“well, judging by your reaction right now and the sounds last night, he’s not really the shy type when it comes to bedroom activities,” your best friend pouts at your secrecy and then smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

your face burns in embarrassment and guilt, if only she knew she was talking about her dad.

“anyway, i’m going to the library right now, i’m so done with this paper,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“take care and have fun laz—dad! what’s up? what brings you here?” she squeals in delight when she sees him and jumps into her father’s arms while he kisses the top of her head.

your pussy quivers at the sight of your daddy, and when his eyes land on you, he winks deviously then places his daughter back on the floor.

“can’t i visit my favorite girls on my day off?” he says to her while looking at you. your best friend is clearly oblivious to the desire that was swimming in her father’s sharp eyes.

“well, i’m going to the library to finish my paper. you guys can hang out in the meantime, but don’t watch our show without me!” she says as she walks out the door and ends her sentence with a click.

kuroo locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting like a predator. he picks your body up and sits on the chair, settling you on his lap and wrapping his long arms around your middle. his large hand cups your cheek and he kisses you, earning a moan from your mouth when his tongue massages yours.

you kiss for a while and then he pulls away from your lips. he grabs your chin firmly, fingers squeezing your cheek open as he spits inside your mouth. you moan while swallowing his spit, hands reaching for his stubbled face before kissing each other sloppily once more.

“you keeping my cum warm for me, kitten?” he asks, lips separating from yours to leave kisses and nips on your jaw. you moan and squirm on his lap as his other hand sneaks inside the waistband of your shorts and inserts two thick fingers in your messy and dripping cunt.

“such a good girl for daddy. you kept his promise,” he growls lowly, biting the skin of your neck and leaving a mark which he soothes with his warm tongue.

“i think my kitten deserves a reward, hm? would you like that?” he asks you, fingers curling inside your tight walls.

“y-yes daddy!” you whimper, grinding your hips on his lap. he smirks and removes his fingers from your cunt and stands up from the chair. you whine at the loss of stimulation and he shushes you with his finger—the one he had inside of you seconds ago.

“let’s go to your room, shall we? daddy missed his favorite girl.”

[1:14 PM]

[venusguks]

Unlike You

pairing : jeon jungkook x fem!reader

summary : As daydreamy and romantic as you are, you decided true love was going to have to wait for you tonight. That was because tonight, you were getting laid !! ...Your best friend doesn’t make it easy for you when he finds out why, though.

warnings : smut, dom!jk, sub!reader, unprotected seggs, fluff, bsf!jk, degredation, dumbification, possessive jk, jealous jk, fun sexy times, jk is whipped for mc, oral (fem receiving), body worshipping, jimin/reader but only for a sec

“A club?” Jungkook raised his brow.

He was incredulous and slightly displeased as he watched you pace around your room. It was rare after all, new to see you like this―in a black, satin dress with a slit high enough to make him upset. He didn’t need you catching anyone else’s attention, especially in a neon lit bar full of ravenous people.  “For the seventh time, yes, Kook,” You huff, jarring your mouth slightly to dab a dreamy red over your plush lips. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so confident as you applied mascara and tickled a delicate pink over your cheeks. More than anyone, Jungkook couldn’t recall ever seeing you this way, this excited to be amidst a crowd of sweaty bodies. You honestly didn’t see why he was being so apprehensive, it wasn’t like you necessarily hated parties―you just always preferred the coziness of your home better. Huge social interactions were never your thing, and that was okay. Being an introvert wasn’t something to be ashamed of anyway, but staying in came with the everyday comforts of baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

So could anyone really blame you for your excitement? You just loved the way getting ready made you feel, missed it. You already knew you were beautiful with or without makeup, but damn did it make you feel confident.

“It’s just...” Jungkook furrowed his brows and ruffled his hair. “This isn’t like you, love. Did something happen? Are you okay? We can talk about it, if you want. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen you know.” 

You sighed exasperatedly at your best friend’s reflection through your vanity. His eyes were uncertain and full of concern as he watched your figure with crossed arms. “Koo, we’ve been over this so many times already. I’m nervous enough as it is, and you’re not helping at all. I want to do this, okay? It’s been awhile. Plus, I haven’t seen the others boys in so long.”

A part of you didn’t want to be annoyed at Jungkook for his incessant worrying, but it truly was hard not to sometimes. “You’re being such a fucking dick, you know that?! Can’t I just live my life without you being so fucking hysterical about it every time?! ” It was that winter a few months ago when you unleashed all your pent up frustration. Jungkook had always been overprotective, and you appreciated him for caring, but he just made it so hard for you to even breathe sometimes. It was the biggest argument you guys ever had when you started dating a boy a few years older. You ignored Jungkook’s calls and messages for weeks, but when you discovered that he cheated on you, Jungkook was the first to be by your side. You still remember the assurance and safety you felt in his arms; with his soft lips against your forehead, murmuring sweet consolations as you sobbed on his shoulder. After that day, Jungkook agreed to be less protective. 

“I just don’t get why it has to be a club. We could meet the hyungs anywhere else, baby.”

“Oh sure, maybe a strip club would do,” you said, chuckling when you see his shock. “I’m kidding, Koo.” Though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

Maybe you couldn’t blame him for being so appalled. You usually opted out whenever your friends went out to celebrate, which by the way, was rather often. Night after night, the few of them would call you, practically beg until they realized their efforts would end in vain. By the morning, notifications would spam your phone of their wild night; pictures and details that showcased hookups you didn’t need to know about. Now that you think about it, it was sort of ironic that you’d always grimace to the crude texts.

That was because tonight, you decided you were getting laid.

That’s right, to hell with sweet, wholesome love! If true love had to make you wait, true love would have to wait for you too! Your subscribing 48K readers have been expecting a new chapter of Spring’s Breath, an erotica series, which you’ve delayed for 2 whole months now. You didn’t exactly know when your writers block came, but by the fourth hour you stared at your blank screen, unable to come up with any other synonym for dick or thrust or moan; or how the overused dirty talk you wrote made you cringe―you realized the firecracker you had in writing erotica died out.

It was your dear friend, Hoseok, who suggested the whole ordeal. He was the only one who knew your secret, anyway. You had so much trust in him, so when he professed that maybe if you slept with someone, your spark would come back, you had truly considered it. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, no cons would come out of it. It was just odd to think about.

You have always been such a huge romantic, your literature proved it. Jungkook nor you nor anyone would anticipate you hooking up with someone just to hook up with someone. The tenderness, the connection, the intimacy... you’ve always prioritized genuine adoration over whimsical one night stands. You were an honest daydreamer, and maybe that’s why your works would always take off.

But maybe... maybe it was okay to let go once in awhile.

When you mentioned Jungkook being less overprotective, you forgot to put an emphasis on less―because there he was, his hand possessively squeezing your inner thigh every time you even dared to look at a cute boy. You let out a frustrated sigh when he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

You tried not to mind it. It was just in his nature anyway―ever since kindergarten when he found you crying over your dropped ice cream. Jungkook left only to come back with another cone, rubbing your fat tears away with the palm of his sleeve. In elementary school, he peppered you with tiny kisses when you sobbed over the death of your kitten. You’ve only had him for a month, dedicated all your time to him and skipped play dates to care for your little serendipity―but just like that―he was lifeless. It was Jungkook who found him on the road. In middle school, he’d go through the enveloped confessions in your locker and rip them apart, saying you deserved better than any of them. You’ve always looked up to him througha lens of admiration. Everything he did for you, he did it out of thought and care. It was sweet.

It was times like these where you really started to mind though. 

You’ve been giggling with your friends for the past hour, catching up on every minuscule detail. You were sitting in a booth wedged in the middle of Jungkook and Hoseok, brimming with happiness to see Namjoon and Yoongi again. Its been so long, and your heart would swell to the stories you’ve missed out on.

The night was carrying on delightfully! ...except for the fact that Jungkook sent death glares to whoever even glanced at you. The countless of times you shyly returned someone’s gaze, only for them to rush away when they caught sight of your best friend left you agitated. When the boys were engaged in a conversation about a class they all shared together, you decided it was a good time to bring it up. 

Gulping a shot down, you let out a huff. “Kookie...”

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your ear, his large hand grazing the access of your slitted dress.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, love?” You sharply inhaled as Jungkook rubbed sensitive circles on your skin.

Immediately standing up, you squeezed yourself out of the booth. “I’m gonna go dance!” You yell through the loud music, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, because seriously, the nerve of that man! The rest of your friends cheered, “We love to see you like this, y/n! Enjoy yourself, cutie!” Hoseok laughed when you blew a kiss to him. He made you feel so much more at ease, so much more confident. Okay, you got this! No use in sitting around. You couldn’t get anywhere tonight with Jungkook by your side, anyway.

Fluffing out your hair after you downed another shot, you strut your way into the dance floor. Your hips swayed in a rather alluring manner as you made your way into the crowd, your fingertips tracing seductive lines from your hips up to your waist, your neck and finally, into the air. The alcohol slowly took its effect as your confidence settled in, rolling your head back and moving your body fluidly to the loud music. 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what you were doing, just knew you must’ve looked good as hell doing it as you felt hands grip your waist. You gasped as a body pressed against your back, sticky with sweat.

“You’re so captivating, princess,” His dulcet voice was enough to make you weak...or was it the alcohol? Whatever the case, get your grip together y/n! It was just four words for star’s sake! 

“I, um, th-thank you...um! You too..” Your confidence from only moments ago dissolved with your voice. “So shy now, princess? How come? You were dancing so sexily just moments ago.” He chuckled lowly against your ear, nibbling it. You whimpered to his brazen touch, his hands guiding your hips with his. “Are you shy for me? Is that it? What a cute little princess you are... so beautiful, fuck.”

Annnnnnnnd you truly were fucked. You professed only hours ago that true love could wait, that you’d be a different woman tonight, yet you couldn’t help but feel bashful to the man’s praise. His voice and his nectar sweet words enough to make you feel wobbly.

“I’m Jimin. Can I know my princess’s name?” He pressed his hardened member against your ass, the silk thin fabric barely doing its job of coverage. “Ah Jimin,” you moaned breathlessly as he kissed your neck. “I...I’m-”

“―Mine,” a low, husky voice finished. Jungkook stood behind you, jaw clenched and arms crossed. The veins on his biceps protruded under the incandescent lights; His white shirt and tight, black jeans doing wonders to complement his physique. 

“Are you deaf? I said she’s mine so why the fuck are your hands still on her?” Jungkook had always been intimidating, even when he didn’t try―so in the rare times he did, even he scared you sometimes.

Much to your disappointment, Jimin immediately lets go, hands in the air, “sorry man, I didn’t know.”

“W-what? Wait, he isn’t my...!” Before you could try to reach for the pink haired man, Jungkook firmly takes your hand. “Y/n, we’re leaving.” You didn’t even have a second to feel shocked before he swiftly guides you through the ocean of bodies. Loud music reverberated with your disappointment, and by the time the night’s cold air stings your cheeks, you've processed what just happened―what you just missed. It’s when Jungkook latches your seatbelt on and drives that you feel anger simmer in your chest.

“Why did you...Why the fuck did you do that, Jungkook?” You were exasperated with your emotions. You just didn’t get it. You were finally having the time of your life, finally stepping out of your comfort zone, finally dancing with a guy who made you feel amazing―just to end up on a drive back home before anything could happen. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem? That was my..! He was..!” You groaned, too frustrated to conjure up words.

Jungkook scoffed, “what, y/n? He was what? Your soulmate or something?”

“I didn’t say that! And even if I think so, why does it matter?! I was having fun! I was having so much fun and you just..! (hiccup) I was having so much fun....” You cried into your hands. “I haven’t felt that way in so long, j-just for you to mess everything up. God, I can’t even muster up words right now. I hate you so much.”

“Love...” Jungkook finally sighed, shutting the engine off. You had cried the whole ride home. The anger he once felt diminished with your tears. “Baby, please look at me.” 

“F-fuck (hiccup) off, Jungkook.” You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door. Knowing him as long as you did, you knew he would take your chin to force you to look up at him―but you had enough of him for the night, and honestly, the whole week.

You were just so fucking frustrated at everything. At Jungkook for unnecessarily budging in, at your writers block, at your own sexual frustration left with Jimin. What did you have to offer your readers now? A heartbreak of a possible relationship that never happened with a shitty friend on the side?

You tuned out Jungkook shouting from behind you, striding to you complex and up the stairs.

It wasn’t long after you slammed the door shut that you heard it click open again. You had forgotten Jungkook had an extra spare of your keys. “Just leave me alone, Kook.” You groaned, storming off into your room.

You kicked your heels off and stomped to your bed, taking out your frustration on your pillow where your sobs were muffled. The bed dips down when Jungkook sits beside you, silent as he caressed your hair in the way he always did to soothe your nerves.

Deciding it wasn’t enough this time, he carefully lifts you up to sit on his lap, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. Jungkook knew you long enough to know hugs were the best remedy for you, even at your angriest moments. He knew you wouldn’t push him away.

“You jerk...” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling. “I don’t get you, Kookie. Why do you always do this?”

“I...I just wanted to protect you, baby. People have bad intentions, I didn’t want to see you end up doing something you’d regret,” His voice was gentle, brushing hair strands away from your face.

“Stars, Kook, I knew what I was doing. Whether I’d end up regretting it or not, that’s for me to sort out. I didn’t need you to ‘protect’ me. I was really enjoying myself, something I haven’t done in a long time. A-and you just..! You ruined it for me.”

Jungkook scoffed, “so you liked it then, how he was touching you? You were just going to let him fuck you?”

“Yes, Kook!” You yelled. “He could’ve fucked me in the public bathroom or in his car―in front everyone for all I care! He was hot and we were in the moment and you just interrupted! I know you care for me and I’ll always appreciate you worrying but there’s a fine line where your protectiveness should be. I’m not a kid anymore, Kook.”

Jungkook was gritting his teeth, and the two of you only glared at each other before he let out a sigh. Despite him wanting to be mad, he didn’t like making you upset. If you were going to cry because of him, he wanted it to be for an entirely different reason. 

He gently cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze with tender, sad eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you, yes? That I’ve always done anything and everything I could to help you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of how that related to anything, but nonetheless, you nod. “Yes, I know Kook.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me to sleep with you, hm? If you needed help so bad, why didn’t you just ask me, baby?” You stared, dumbfounded and mouth ajar as his thumbs brushed the remnants of your tears away.

“W-What are you...?”

“Was so concerned for my baby. Hoseok got drunk and told me everything I needed to know. Did you know how hurt I was? How Hoseok knew something about you that I didn’t? Especially that you were a writer, love. I thought I was your number one, how could you keep that from me?”

“O-Of course you are, Koo! You’ll always be my number one. I just...didn’t want to tell you because it was embarrassing,” you mumbled, glancing away. Damn it Jung Hoseok! After all these years, this is when he accidentally slips it out? “Nuh uh, baby, I’m not having any of that. Look at me.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, an act you were certainly no stranger to, but nevertheless making your cheeks warm. “Not only that, you wanted to go clubbing tonight just to find a stranger to help you, is that right, baby? Wore this tiny dress just so someone could fuck you? Wanted Jimin to fuck you? Wanted to write about him fucking you in the bathroom stall?” Jungkook was speaking softly, though his words were anything but as his hands left your cheeks to trace sensuous lines up your thigh.

Your hands weakly held onto his shoulders, gasping when you felt his bulge press against your sensitive core.

“What was that you said....In his car? Wanted him to fuck you in front of everybody? Wanted to be a dirty slut just for your readers?” You didn’t know how exactly this moment came to be, but his honeyed voice brought you to a daze as you grind your hips against him. You were desperate to feel more—of anything, of him—only to let out a whine when he forcefully holds you down, burying your clothed center into his bulge. 

“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t think you deserve it,” Jungkook’s hot breath tickled your ear. You whimpered as he bit it, hands squeezing your hips. “You used to be so good for me baby, used to come to me for anything. Used to be a good little girl and depend on me. I would’ve helped you, baby. Instead, you became a dirty little slut, let another man touch you. Is that what you are now? A fucking slut?”

“N-no Kookie,” a new bundle of tears welled in your eyes at his harsh words. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sh-should’ve, ah, went to you,” you felt your body succumb to his touch. His nose brushed your jaw, placing warm kisses all over your neck before he glided his tongue down to your collarbone. “Please forgive me, I-I’ll be a good girl for you now, p-promise.”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good girl for daddy?” Jungkook licks the base of your collarbone before sucking it. “Yes..ah, yes daddy. Gonna be so good for you.” 

“And yet you weren’t,” you cried as you felt teeth sink into your skin. “J-Jung― ah, Kookie stop! Please i-it hurts!”

“You deserve this, fucking slut. You know how much you hurt me tonight? You’re secretly just a desperate whore, aren’t you? Missed your tiny cunt getting fucked so much that you’d let a stranger do it for you, hm? Answer me, slut.”

You felt tears drip down your eyes, embarrassment washing over your face. “What? You’re not going to speak now?” You shook your head in desperation. You couldn’t. How could you? It was too shameful.

You yelped when Jungkook picked you up by your waist and turned you over so your face was smushed into a pillow. “Ass up, now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He snarled, and you immediately obliged. Jungkook was on his knees, eyes lidded to your position as he rubbed slow circles on your bare ass. “My slut is voiceless now, hm? Begged to be daddy’s good girl but can’t even answer when I talk to you. Why are you being so disobedient tonight, baby?” It happened so fast you could barely gasp as your body lurched forward to the slap. It repulsed through your skin as your right cheek stung with a faint red.

“J-J-Jungkook, ah!” You cried as another slap came, face burying further into your pillow. “I’ll be obedient from now on! s-so please! I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, daddy!”

Jungkook’s lips pulled to a smirk, grabbing a bundle of your hair before pulling you towards him. You whimpered and he bent down so he could see your face, tisking. “Oh, my poor baby. Did that hurt? Want to be a good little girl for daddy now?” You nodded ferociously, “p-please yes daddy! I-I’ll be so good for you. Please let me be good for you!” 

Jungkook’s dick felt constrained in his tight pants. He licked his lips to your messy, desperate state. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips just the same as heavy tears streamed down your eyes. Fuck, what Jungkook would give to fuck you senseless right then and there. But no, he needed to wait, needed to be patient. You deserved this.

“Make up your fucking mind, slut. If you want to be a good girl, then take your punishment like a good girl,” Jungkook pushed your face back into the pillow before slapping your ass once more. 

You didn’t know how long it went on, only knew the room was filled with your sobbing and the alarming sound of the contact that met your bruised skin. It hurt, it hurt so much. Your thighs were trembling and both your cheeks were a lovely shade of red and purple. But no matter how much you screamed your endless arrays of i’m sorry’s, Jungkook didn’t fail to notice how your juices soaked your underwear and spilled down your thighs

“Already making such a mess baby,” He groaned to the sight, palming himself to his creation. 

“P-please....hurts so bad...please let me l-lay down daddy, can’t hold myself much longer, please,” Jungkook adored the way you sounded for him, the way he corrupted you. You were perfect there, so perfectly powerless under him. 

“Mm, keep begging baby and maybe I’ll let you,” he unbuckled his pants and discarded them, his cock throbbing to your feeble pleads. “Please, please, p-please, please daddy... please. Hurts so bad, I-I can’t... please i-i’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for daddy. I’ll do anything please.”

“Did you learn your lesson, then?”

“Yes, I-I did, daddy!”

“You’ll be a good girl and obey daddy from now on?”

“Mhm!” You nodded vigorously, and Jungkook chuckled to your desperation. He peeled your soaked thong down, lifting your limp legs momentarily to pull it off until he set you back. You were so tired you felt your thighs give up on you right then, but before you could submit to your exhaustion, Jungkook lifted your ass up higher, arching your back deeper with one hand.

“Mm I don’t think so baby. Obey daddy and keep your ass up like a good little girl.” A gasp left your quivering lips when you felt Jungkook’s breath on your throbbing core.

“You smell so sweet baby, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook hikes your dress up and glides his tongue up your inner thigh, wiping your dripping juices clean. “Kookie, mm, please,” he trails delicate kisses over your skin, nibbling it. “Yes, baby?” 

“P-please...please Kookie..!”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” Jungkook smiles against your thigh as he hears your soft sniffles muffled by the pillow. His poor baby, always so shy. It was true he loved to tease you, tempt you, and loved making you cry for him—but more than anything, he wanted to take care of you. “Please touch me, Koo, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” A sharp shiver crawls across your skin when your pleads are obliged, moaning as Jungkook stuffs his face into your cunt. He kisses your clit softly. One, two, three times before sucking it with his plush lips. His hands were the only thing keeping you up now because you practically melted to the touch. The way his tongue rolled over your sensitive bud already having you see stars. “Ah...feels so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah? Would it feel even better if I do this?” He easily slides his middle finger into your slippery hole, slowly pumping in and out. “O-oh...oh my god, more please.”

“Anything for you baby, but first,” a whimper escapes your lips when you feel him leave you, that is until Jungkook swiftly but gently flips you over so you’re finally laying on your back.

Jungkook’s breath hitches to the sight of you below him, frozen for a moment to the aching pull of his heart.

“You’re so pretty baby, so pretty,” Jungkook’s voice was sweet and smooth as he helped you undress. Fuck, did you know how much you pained him? How much he held back for you, all these years, in this moment? It was so hard not to take you right then, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to touch every single part of you with his lips.

Jungkook has fantasized about you ever since he could remember, but you truly went beyond his imagination. You were so fucking beautiful. 

“...so pretty here,” he kisses your cheeks and your jaw, down to your neck. “And here,” he kisses the valley between your breasts, his hands trailing down your curves. “And here,” your stomach...and finally, taking your clit back into his mouth.

“The prettiest cunt baby, dripping so much for daddy,” he murmurs. His tongue rolls around your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of your slick pussy. It was all too much, the sensations overwhelming your senses as ungodly moans escape your mouth. You felt fuzzy and almost light headed, reaching down to hold Jungkook’s curls.

Your back arches and tears stream down your eyes from the intense pleasure exhausting you, his fingers curling into your sweet spot mercilessly. “Do you like this baby?”

“Love it so much, Jungkook,” You moaned breathlessly, looking down at him through your tears and ... wow. 

Jungkook’s brows were creased as he focused on his tongue devouring your wet cunt, plunging his two fingers steadily in and out of you. His bangs were sticking to his forehead, glossed with sweat while your hands curled around the rest. 

You were taken aback with your emotions. Was it strange, how timid you felt then? Doing this with him was supposed to be sinful, yet for some reason, it felt anything but at that moment.

It was the fact that Jungkook looked so intent, so concentrated in making you feel good. How Jungkook showed his care for you, how he always did, how he was doing right now, cherishing you with his best effort. He wanted to give you the best experience he could, wanted nothing more than to make you feel good.

It was unbearable how much your heart swelled for him.

A knot tied in your stomach, and as if noticing your stare, his eyes flutter open to look at you.“Hm, does baby wanna cum now? You can do it love, cum for daddy.”

With that, you came undone in Jungkook’s mouth. Your cries filled the room, and Jungkook opened your hole wider with his fingers, devouring your cream. The sound of slurping made your cheeks heat with an impure red. “That’s my girl, so good for daddy. So sweet for me baby, so beautiful.”

When you went limp in his arms, he gives your lips one last sweet kiss before standing on his knees. Jungkook smiles at the sight of you, already so fucked out even when he was no where near finished with you. 

He crawled forward, his forehead resting over yours once again. “Did that feel good, sweetie?” You nod shyly, your chests heaving up and down together. With rosy cheeks, you weakly bring your hands up to trace his jaw. “Jungkook?”

“Yes baby?” You melted to his dulcet voice, keeping his loving gaze. It held so much affection, so much adoration for you, you wondered why you never realized it.

“Kiss me, please.”

Jungkook smiles warmly. Without hesitation, he takes your lush, sweet lips in his. It was gentle, a kind of kiss that was so tender it made you warm with reassurance. You were kissing Jungkook—your silly, annoying, bratty, and all the while, lovable best friend of 20 years. It was strange and odd but more than anything, it felt so, unmistakably right.

You took Jungkook by surprise when you deepened the kiss, your hand squeezing his hair. He chuckled softly, pulling himself back momentarily to look into your eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

Your cheeks heat up, but you fight your timidness as you smile back, “I love you too, Kookie.” 

With that, Jungkook delves back into your lips. A kiss that wasn’t so delicate this time. Rather, untamed and furious, as if Jungkook wanted to show you how much, how long he’s wanted this all this time.

You moaned into him as his hands groped your breasts, fingers twirling your perky nipples. “Jungkookie,” you hold your breath, feeling his clothed cock press against your core. “Fuck me please. Please, I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth. “Tell me how much you want it baby.” He flicked, swirled, and sucked it with his tongue, alternating with the other.

“W-Want it so bad daddy. Please, n-need you to fuck my wet pussy mm, daddy please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he grins and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, discarding his boxers and...

Oh.

Your breath hitched, blinking at Jungkook’s huge, painfully hardened cock. His tip was pink with sticky, white precum dribbling down his long member. It slightly pretruded up and its veins throbbed as if it’s been aching. And truly, he was. He’s been aching to feel your walls wrap around him for so long. You have no idea how hard he’s been trying to hold himself back for you. How painful it was to—and now, seeing you there, perfect and pretty, so shy and red just for him, Jungkook wasn’t sure he could anymore.

Jungkook needed you. He needed you getting stuffed full of his cock right now.

“I-Its so big...” You gulp as he centers himself in between your legs. “I know baby, so big and ready for your tiny cunt. Can you be a big girl and take it for me baby, hm? Let daddy fuck you until he’s satisfied? Let him use you like the little cock slut you are?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you whimper as he rubs his slick tip against your soaked, smooth cunt, sliding it back and forth. “I’m yours so please, p-please just use me daddy!”

“So good for me baby, such an obedient little slut for daddy, fuck,” Jungkook groans, slipping his tip into your lush walls. You cry as he stretches you all the way out, leaving no room for you to breathe with his tip poking your tummy. Your mind felt dizzy, mouth ajar with drool slipping out even when he hadn’t even moved yet. 

“Shiiit you should see yourself baby. Such a fucking whore for daddy’s cock. Can I move, baby? Or can this tiny little pussy not take my big cock?”

“I-I..mm, please, I can take it! Please fuck me daddy!”

“That’s my girl.” Jungkook starts off painfully slow but just as painfully hard, pushing your knees to your chest. He completely draws himself back so he can see his glistening, twitching tip before driving himself back into your core. “Shit baby, your pussy’s so, fuck, tight.” Jungkook moaned to how your breast bounced up and down every time he shoved himself in.

You were sobbing by the time he quickened his pace, the intense sensation having you light headed. Jungkook loved the way you looked under him, eyes rolled back with buried balls deep inside of you. “You like this baby? Love my cock filling you? Answer me.”

“L-love mm love so m—ah, Kookie..! f-feels so....g-good daddy.”

“Look at you, baby. Can’t even talk with daddy’s cock stuffing you. Such a dumb slut for daddy, so fucking hot baby.” Jungkook moans, juices spurting everywhere and dampening the sheets with every thrust.

“I-I’m not d-dumb..!” You whimpered, fat tears streaming down your eyes. Jungkook smirks, licking his lips.

“Aww, of course you are baby. Just a dumb little cock slut for daddy. Can only think of daddy’s cock, can you?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer, your mind too scrambled with each and every thrust. Jungkook was going so fast, so hard, you felt so full.

“That’s what I thought baby. My sweet girl, fucked dumb for daddy. You only need daddy’s cock, nothing else.” Jungkook positioned your legs over his shoulders, clenching on to them to drill deeper into your tummy.

“Oh, o-oh my god, ah d-daddy...! ‘m your slut...love your dick so m-much...love being stuffed with cock.” Jungkook groaned to your sinful moans, feeling his stomach tighten.

“Just want daddy to cum inside you, don’t you? Want daddy to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum, baby?”

“Y-yes, please daddy! Want daddy’s cum so bad! Please give me cum..!” Jungkook shoves his thumb inside of you plush lips, and god, he’s so proud of his work, so proud of you. You were taking his thumb like a good girl, sucking it as if it were his cock.

Jungkook felt his dick throb inside of you, aching for release. He pulls his thumb out with a pop of your wet lips, coated with saliva, and rubs figures over your clit. You scream, gripping onto the sheets. it was so much, too much for you to handle. Your back arches as he abuses your clit and sloppily fucks your hole.

“J-Jung–Jungkook, ah, please! Kookie! I-I’m..!”

“Its okay, baby, its okay. Gonna cum with daddy, hm? You can do it baby, sweet girl, cum for me,” Jungkook cooes, attempting to soothe your nerves, but his words are breathless and ragged. He thrusts in and out one, two, three, four more times until he burries himself deep inside you, spurts of thick cum filling your womb.

Jungkook groans as your pussy clenches around him, and you’re a sobbing, moaning, wet mess as you milk him. “Fuck, my sweet girl. Taking my cum like a big girl baby. So good for daddy, so fucking good for me.” With his praise, you feel yourself release soon after. Jungkook continues to thrust in and out of you, helping you ride out your high.

When he feels you falter in his arms, he pulls out and lays on top of you. Both of you stay like that for awhile, exhausted and in a daze.

With your moist bodies tangled with one another’s, you shut your eyes. You can hear Jungkook’s heartbeat hammer against yours, you short-winded breaths, and the soft whirring sound of the air conditioner.

Moonlight filtered in through your windows, casting a luminescent glow on Jungkook’s skin when he pushes his upper body up, his shoulders resting on either side of you.

Jungkook had spent the whole night cherishing you, telling you how pretty you were, and yet there he was—so ethereal under midnight’s grace. How could he be real?

You bring your hand to caress his cheeks. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

In that moment, so intimate and sacred, His doe, gentle eyes that you could get lost in—that hold all the lost stars of the night sky, tell you all you need to know.

You yawn, stretching your arms high up. “Here’s your order maam,” two porcelain cups of matcha are placed in front of you, steam following it’s every movement. You mumble a thank you, smiling before your eyes drift to the man at the other side of the cross walk.

He’s wearing all black as per usual, revealing the beautiful tattoos that adorned his tan skin. His hair was tousled and he looked sleepy—after all, he’d just gotten out of class—but as soon as the crosswalk lights up with green, you chuckle when he sprints across and into the shop.

The bell that hung by the door didn’t even finish ringing before he runs to you, sweeping you off your chair and into his arms. “Kookie, let me down!” You giggle, but nonetheless wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” he nuzzles his nose into yours. “You finally published it right? The twenty second chapter?”

a / n : ahhhhh its exactly 3:01am and i have class in the morning which is why the middle ending is super rushed sorry ! i truly wonder why i do this to myself.

this is my first smut fanfiction so i’m not sure how i did , but if anyone ever reads this , i hope you enjoyed ! i dont think im cut out to write smut, i truly did have headaches thinking of synonyms for thrust and dirty talk . i really admire smut writers ,, writing smut is not as easy as it seems !!

anyways , sending love abundance and happiness your ways. you deserve love, you’re worthy of love, and you are love.

stay safe and healthy starlights <3