#I really shouldn't start another AU

[morninkim]

As a show of good faith toward the remaining Decepticons at the beginning of a new, united Cybertron, newly appointed Senators Bumblebee and Soundwave allowed Shatter and Dropkick to enlist into Autobot City's Defense Team.

These two turned out to be... not the best choices.

The city may have fallen to Insurgent Decepticon occupation had it not been for young recruits Hot Rod and Arcee's accidental interception of Shatter's communication with the fugitive Starscream.

To replace the errant Defense Team members, Springer and Blurr were reassigned from Iacon to Autobot City in their stead.

[numbuh424]

in my defense, I did not think I would get this far

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

[fazcinatingblog]

mikayla <3

[kiingleoturtles]

OP what if I fucking throw up

Tee hee, aziracrow Fiddauthor:3

[randomshyperson]

One Of Your Girls - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

summary: A study session turns into a make out session. Or the one where the most beautiful girl on campus is your situationship and you would never refuse to distract her, even during exam weeks.

words: 3.820k | warnings: (+18), college au, fuck buddies, popular!wanda x loser!reader, mostly smut but there’s actually some plot here, bottom!wanda (we need way more of this sorry), oral, fingering, some dirty talk, reader is briefly described to be shy and introverted because of the loser archetype, w and r are actually super comfortable with each other don’t be fooled, text messages are in bold cause i never tried that before.

A/N-> I have written more than 100 works for wanda, but I don’t remember ever writing casual sex before. To be a demisexual is really something, huh? Anyways, this was actually based on “One of Your Girls” from Troye Sivan, but around the middle I just started doing my own thing honestly. Good reading!

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To inspire students to have sharper minds, as she likes to say, Miss Harkness is known for having the hardest tests on the entire campus. This means that you needed to study seriously for next week's exam, without quick readings or breaks to watch the television or talk about anything other than Applied Sociology with your friends.

And definitely, no 'study' sessions with Wanda Maximoff.

You shouldn't even think about Wanda, and her emerald eyes and bold hands. You need to think about Émile Durkheim or Max Weber, and any other sociologist from past centuries, with their difficult theories from which long and complicated questions will be in your exam.

But Wanda and the casual thing you two have is like clockwork. You had barely made up your mind about keeping your distance, and prepared a proper study session in your dorm - empty that afternoon due to a divine miracle that occupied Natasha and her girlfriend Maria all day - for your cell phone to vibrate with the notification from the person you had decided to ignore.

Stealing a glance at the contact name, you grunted quietly and turned your attention back to the book that had just finished reading the first page.

Focus.

Another vibration makes you roll your eyes.

Wanda didn't do anything wrong, maybe you could just say you’re busy.

"I am bored."

Her text makes you laugh through your nose. Typing quickly, you don't expect a return to your "And I’m busy. Talk to u later."

Your cell phone vibrates again, but you stand firm. Sociology will not study itself. There's a shift of pages, and you taste some of the mint tea from the mug on the table before your cell phone rings again.

Maybe it's someone else. It may be important.

You can’t even fool yourself.

The book is placed on your lap, and you unlock the screen for a photo that brings a warm color to your ears and spreads around your body as quickly as this whole thing began.

"What if I was in public?." You type with a certain harshness, which doesn't match the way your heart missed a beat. Or how you've completely forgotten about the book now, and all you can do is bite back a sigh at the image of the prettiest nipples in this galaxy.

Wanda responds in the same second, and you want to ignore the way your stomach twists at the thought of her feeling eager for a response from you.

"Kinky."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You're the worst" That's what you type. You end up sighing when looking at the pile of books around. Wanda only needed one stupid photo to completely take your focus away.

She types before you can tell her off for it. "Are you in your dorm? Wanna see you."

You bite your lip. She is so infuriating.

"I have to study."

You can almost hear her giggling on the other end. "Don't you always?"

You think about cursing at her teasing, but you don't want to cross any lines. It's true that this relationship is a constant push and pull, but Wanda isn't clingy for no reason. You're about to ask if something happened when she adds "Are you really gonna force me to send another photo..."

You swallow hard. "I'm not forcing you to do anything. I was innocently studying until now.”

It takes her a moment, but finally, there's another photo. With your fingers shaking, you forget to breathe at the image of her thighs, a red garter belt in contrast to the pale skin, barely covered by her mini-skirt. It was such a simple image yet so provocative, Wanda truly had talent.

"Fuck me." You sigh quietly, unable to type anything back for a moment.

And so she does it first. "Did I melt your brain?"

“Please come here.” You begged, only imagining her smirk on the other line.

Wanda typed back a second later; “I thought you were studying. I wouldn't want to distract you.”

You huckle incredulously at her cynicism, and almost type back a curse but end up deciding to get up instead, hurrying to make the room less messy for your guest.

Wanda takes a while to show up at your room - Unlike you, she lives on the other side of campus, in an apartment shared with her brother. The outfit she's wearing is definitely more impressive in person, and you have to control yourself not to feel jealous at the realization that a good part of the university has just seen her parading around looking so stunning. This was definitely Yelena's doing, the one responsible for trying out everything she learned in her course on her friends and successfully dressing the whole group like supermodels.

Sometimes you wish you were more sociable, at least to be friends with Yelena and get new clothes.

Not that you have any idea of ​​this, but Wanda did a great job of hiding the way her stomach did two flips when she saw how comfy you looked, the dark green sweatshirt covering your shorts making her immediately think about exploring underneath.

"What's up, loser?"

Wanda had this problem. High defense barriers, almost all the time, but especially when she was feeling things that were out of her control. Like the way her heart raced in your presence, or how she was starting to run out of decent excuses to meet you without admitting the only reason was simply because she wanted to spend some time together.

When you first talked, freshman year, she was the most intimidating person on campus (she still is), but with a little insistence (or friends playing cupid) you had managed to see sides of her that no one else had seen. And vice versa.

It was a pretty interesting dynamic, the most popular girl on campus and a big nerd with social anxiety were somehow dating. Wanda dragged you to parties whenever possible, a possessive hand on yours and a threatening look at any idiot who thought of giving you a hard time. And often you end up in some drunken Instagram live or records of friends making out in the background.

When you weren’t doing the things she liked, Wanda would just show up. After your classes, in the study hall, during your break from your internship, and in your dorm. She didn’t mind showing you off, but there was something so soft about spending time alone. When her defenses were down, the mean girl mask would fall and she would laugh at your stupid jokes, or dress up in your clothes to make pancakes in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t an official relationship, but it was something really closer to one. Something that gave her free rein to come and go as she pleased from your life, and mess everything around as she went.

You made room for her to enter, and she gave a long kiss to your cheek before leaving her shoes at the entrance. You were blushing when you closed the door.

The dorm you shared with Natasha had little more than the space needed for two beds and two desks, but somehow you and her managed to squeeze in enough decorations on the walls and even some of her ballet and fighting awards. Your side was covered in band and movie posters and science holiday medals. A barely used keyboard sat dusty in the corner, and you had made a mental note to show Wanda how to play Over the Rainbow sometime. She tossed her backpack on the corner of your desk, and you hurried to try to clear up some of the clutter on the wood, blushing even more when she chuckled. 

“Come here.” She asked softly, and you swallowed hard as you stumbled closer to her again, guided by her hands holding your wrists. Wanda actually wanted your arms around her, and that’s where she put them. So her hands went up to your shoulders. “You always get so shy when we’re alone.” 

“I am shy.” 

She shakes her head slightly.  “That’s not true,” she says, leaning in close to brush her lips against yours. You gasp slightly, and Wanda pulls away, teasing. "You're an introvert, but no one shy says the things you say when you're turned on, darling"

Yochuckle, shaking your head with pink cheeks. "Shut up." 

She bites back a smile, and leans in, but the kiss is too short, it's so unfair. You try to chase her mouth, but Wanda pulls away to hug you. And that surprises you as much as her breathing deeply into your neck. 

You don't remember hugging her before. Not really. There's plenty of sex of course, and making out and pillow talk and late-night snacks. But Wanda isn't the type to cuddle, or hug. It gives what you two have an intimacy that you understand she doesn't want to have, or didn’t, past tense. 

Your hand caresses your back, and you're not quite sure if you should say anything but finally you do; "Is everything okay?"

It's like throwing a bucket of cold, reality-filled water over her. She breaks the hug, forcing a laugh that doesn't convince you at all.

"Of course!" She says, pulling you close at once and giving you a kiss that's much more determined than before. That almost makes you forget where you were, almost. "Let's take these off." She pulls the folds of your sweater up, but even though you let her, you risk:

"Wanda, are you sure-"

She cuts you off again, this time kissing you with tongue. It's definitely hotter, and it elicits a breathless moan from you. Her hand holds your face, controlling the kiss until you whimper against her mouth. Wanda lets you breathe as she pushes you by the shoulders to the bed, and you fall sitting, facing her.

"I said take your clothes off." She repeats, but it's her who puts on a little show. She pulls off her blouse at once, and the exposure of her breasts covered only by a red lace bra leaves you mesmerized. Wanda giggles at your reaction. “Every damn time.” She teases, her hands moving to undo it. But you move suddenly, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto your lap in urgency. Wanda gasps in surprise at the heated kiss, losing herself in the task of removing her bra as you start to suck on her tongue. With one hand on your shoulder for support, the other ruffles your hair before she feels her bra loosen on her body, not having even noticed your hands working on the clasp until now. She bites her bottom lip as she feels the item being pulled away from her body. 

“You’re getting better at this.” She teases again. You look at her with lust-bright eyes but also with a frown.

“Better? When have I ever been bad at this? Certainly not with you, because you came three times on your first time together.” 

Wanda raises an eyebrow at you, her hips grinding slowly against your lap. “Like I said, not shy at all.” You roll your eyes, gripping her hips a little more firmly to guide her movements. It's Wanda who chases your mouth again, returning with equal fervor every kiss you give her.

Your hands let go of her hips to slide down her thighs, until finally touching the garter belt. You break the kiss with an affected groan, and Wanda takes the opportunity to catch her breath a little. If the image of her swollen lips and dilated pupils wasn't enough to drive you crazy, looking down did. Her skirt was wrinkled up, and the red garter belt was truly a sight. A damp spot was now visible on your pants from all her grinding, and you would have time to feel proud of making her so aroused with just kisses later.

As you pulled the garters and made them slap gently against Wanda's skin, you smiled when she shivered, a breathy moan escaping her mouth. It was such a beautiful thing, turning all her bad girl attitude into a pathetic mess of whimpering.

But suddenly you remembered that she had walked across half the campus wearing this, so your clenched jaw had another reason.

"Did you get dressed up for me?"

Wanda gave a short laugh, not really understanding what you were saying. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You glared at her, your hands giving another warning tug, and Wanda wanted to hate the way her body twitched, but she couldn't help it.

"If not me, who?"

She blinked in confusion, deep in her own lust. 

Why were you still talking when she was literally dripping on your lap?

"What are you-" She fell silent when you grabbed her throat, your grip making her thrust her hips in desperation for friction, her mouth opening in a needy moan. Her own reaction surprised her, and Wanda would have tried to work things out if you hadn't taken away her ability to respond when you kissed her again, dirty and hard until she started whimpering on your tongue again. When you pulled apart again, your fingers invaded her mouth and Wanda's eyes widened, realizing that this might be the first time she'd come without even being properly touched.

You seemed to have noticed the same thing, a chuckle escaping you as she began sucking on your fingers with the same fervor she was trying to grind into your lap.

"Tsk, look at you, Wanda." You began, your hand moving from her throat down to her garter belt, to pull it off again. "You really want me to believe anyone else can turn you into this needy mess?" Flushed with arousal, Wanda still manages to frown in confusion. Anyone else. What the hell are you talking about? There’s no one else.

But suddenly, you remove your fingers from her mouth, and when she tries to ask, it's too late. Your soaked fingers have moved down and they fill her without warning, sinking inside her and eliciting a throaty moan that makes her head fall forward, forehead to yours, and nails digging into your shoulders. You laugh hoarsely. "Fuck, you're so wet, Wands."

The dirty sound of your fingers moving inside her echoes in the room along with her breathless moans, but you don't prolong things for too long. There’s an urgency and roughness to your movements that makes Wanda roll her eyes back and bounce on your fingers in animalistic desperation.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—” It’s always such a beautiful sight. She arches on top of you, spasming as her climax hits her and spreads hot waves of pleasure. Your hand is soaked, but you pull your fingers away to lick them one by one as Wanda tries to get back into orbit.

When she finally does, it's rewarding. It's your turn to have your throat grabbed, and Wanda presses forward until you're lying on the bed, at her mercy, even as a smile plays on your lips.

It's time for her to shake that smugness off your face.

"You're overdressed." It comes in a warning tone, and her hands go down to remove your clothes, one by one. You help her, between one kiss and another, a touch and a squeeze, until finally, Wanda ends up on your lap again, this time, with no fabric between you other than the beautiful lingerie she picked out for you.

Oh, of course she lets you know.

"I don't want you to get any more cocky than you already are." She began between the countless breathless kisses you were exchanging, minutes on end in this hot make-out session. "But all I could think about when I bought it was how you were going to look at me." She takes advantage of your gasp in surprise to bite your lip and pull, making you tremble. With a smug little smile, Wanda looks at you with darkened eyes. "And how were you going to take it off."

Your hands move of their own accord - There's a hard tug to pull her against you, and you end up rolling around on the bed, until Wanda ends up underneath, writhing at your touch. Your fingers slipped under the belt again, but now you take your time to remove the item, slowly until Wanda couldn't hold her breath any longer.

Stealing a glance at her dripping pussy that she displayed so proudly on her parted legs, you clicked your tongue again before finding your space in her middle, your hands fitting behind her thighs.

"You spoil me, you know?" You whisper, feeling her fit her ankles into your back, an impatient whimper escaping her. You were so close to where she wanted, needed, but still not giving her what she was begging for. "I don't know what I did to deserve such a sweet gift."

Wanda tries to play along, she really does. But you give her a tentative lick, and another, and all that escapes her are shaky moans, as one hand grips your hair, the other seeks support in the sheets. Something she can pull at will without hurting.

She feels hot in all the right places, and she wants to police herself for how addicted she is becoming to the feeling of having you like this, but it's impossible to think about that right now. With you eating her so well and making her forget all her problems.

You hum suddenly, satisfied at the taste, and at the vibration, Wanda loses it. There's a loud whimper escaping her throat as she arches against you, begging for more, but you hold her in place, your own hips grinding against the bed as Wanda starts to sound desperate for your tongue to go deeper.

When you risk teasing her again, shallow tongue strokes that leave her dizzy and shaking, Wanda loses her patience. She curses under her breath, and grabs your hair with determination, managing a satisfied grunt from you before she forces your face against her pussy. Not caring if she’s hurting you or suffocating you, Wanda chases her high with near desperation. She grinds her hips against your face, and locks her legs behind your back, using you until she comes.

She sounds so hot when it finally happens. Your name drips from her tongue as she drips into your mouth. It’s so strong that her body instantly goes weak, her legs shaking around you. You chuckle against her thigh, taking great satisfaction in leaving her like this.

Still catching her breath, she calls out. “Come here, asshole.”

You think she wanted a kiss, maybe another orgasm. But Wanda just adjusts you to her side, so she can rest against you. This is new too, spooning. It's the kind of thing casual encounters shouldn't do.

Of course she notices how tense you've become, and it only takes the moment for her to stop shaking for Wanda to look up, her chin resting on your chest.

"You don't have to overthink everything."

A nervous laugh escapes you. "I wasn’t."

Wanda makes a small grimace of unconvincedness. "I know you were. It's what you do. It's one of the things that makes you, you." She says, and it takes you a little by surprise. She sighs then, and looks away, resting her face against your chest again. You almost think she's not going to say anything else when she continues. "It's good that you think of all the possibilities. That way I'll never be able to disappoint you, you'll always see it coming."

You frown, absorbing her words in silence for a moment. Wanda begins to draw patterns on your stomach that look like her initials, until you sigh.

"I know we haven't named it what’s between us, but whatever it is, you can always tell me what's bothering you." You let her know quietly, your fingers playing through the strands of her hair. "And we can just talk, you know? It doesn't always have to end in sex. You don't have to get a new lingerie as an excuse to see me. No matter how hot you look on it."

She pinches you for the joke, but she’s smiling when she looks back at you.

“You’re not good at the whole casual sex thing, are you?” She teases, but she’s genuinely so happy with your previous words that she just can’t hide it.

You smile, watching her hover closer and closer. “You think? Because I think I’m doing pretty well at this, miss-Oh, baby, I’m gonna come,”

You do an imitation that makes Wanda's eyes widen and she blushes deeply while she huffs in embarrassment. You burst out laughing when she tries to cover your mouth and stop the teasing, and it ends up turning into a small fight of hands and tickles until Wanda ends up underneath again, now with her hands pinned on either side of her head.

There is an exchange of glances between the two of you, and you are smiling just like her.

You know that today, Wanda will not tell you what bothered her, what brought her here. She is right, however, you’re an overthinker and already have a hundred possibilities for what could have brought her there, and considering that you know from her friends how much she has been fighting with her father in the last few weeks, it is not hard to assume it is related to that.

But Wanda returns the intensity of your gaze, and you know that something between you has changed. She will tell you when she is ready.

Your grip on one of her hands loosens, and Wanda uses the opportunity to touch your cheek.

"What are you thinking about?"

You sigh, and she can tell. Her heart misses a beat, and she considers if she’s ready for a confession. If it would scare her or make her so happy, she would freeze. Maybe both. 

But you grimace a little, and smirk, and Wanda feels silly for even considering.

"I'm definitely going to fail Miss Harkness's class this semester."

Wanda frowns and then bursts out laughing, confused and incredulous.

"What?" She asks between laughs. “Why would you be thinking about this now? With a naked girl in your bed, you nerd!”

You giggle at her words, your free hand fitting on her waist as you wait for her to stop chuckling. "I don't know why you're laughing, this is your fault. You ruined all my study sessions with your... distracting presence."

She rolls her eyes in a playful manner. “"Well, I could always just leave-"

You grip her waist tighter, holding her in place. "Nah, who cares about classes anyway? Come here."

Wanda will definitely help you study, she makes a mental promise. But she will kiss you first just a little longer.

[corkinavoid]

Hey, @confused-they, this is for you and for everyone else who wanted more of this AU. Merry Christmas.

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 4]

[<- part 3]

[Written to 'Tantrum' by Ashnikko]

TW: mentioned mild gore (some inside parts become outside ones, nothing graphic)

Tim can't breathe.

Joker's mad laughter is ringing through the darkness of the warehouse, echoing in his head, the screeching sound straight out of nightmares. Hood should be nearby - as in, somewhere in this darkness along with him - but Tim can't think about that, his own maniacal giggles bubbling in the back of his throat, a grin tugging at his lips.

He has to get up. He has to stand, he has to fight, and it really shouldn't be this hard.

But he can't breathe.

Tim clutches his fingers on the fabric of his suit on the chest, distantly wondering if this is how Danny feels when he is more human than ghost. Probably not, he mentioned that breathing is only optional.

He really wants his boyfriend right now. His fiance. Whatever, he wants Danny, he wants his cold hands on his cheeks and the faint, humming purr of his core that Tim finds nice to fall asleep to, and-

Maybe later. He can't exactly summon him now, not in the middle of a fight, especially not in the middle of a fight with Joker of all people.

There's an angry growl somewhere to Tim's left, staticky through the voice-modulator. Then several sounds of gunshots and a gleeful, taunting yell of the madman.

Hold on.

Tim snaps his eyes open - not that anything changes, everything is still pitch-black around him - and blinks.

Why not?..

It's not like Danny is a civilian. Tim tends to pay little attention to the fact since the King of Infinite Realms doesn't hang out with the whole superhero convention on principle. But Tim is pretty sure he won't mind it this once.

Besides, Tim is so done with Joker that it's not even funny.

A few breathy chuckles escape his throat as he lets his body fully slump back on the floor and brings his left hand to his face, placing a quick kiss on the Ring through his glove. He doesn't need to do that, not really, but it's kind of a ritual at this point, and the gesture somehow makes him feel better.

"Danny," he whispers.

For a long moment, nothing happens.

Then, there's a soft, popping sound, and his beautiful boyfriend is floating right over him, faintly glowing and a little sleepy. Tim is momentarily distracted by his bare feet and pj pants with tiny rockets on them.

Danny yawns and tugs the hem of his t-shirt down as it starts to float. "Whas'sup," he mutters, rubbing his eyes and clearly not fully awake, and Tim's heart melts instantly. He loves Danny. He just... He loves him, okay? He loves that Danny didn't question his summons for a moment, he loves that he came even though he was obviously sleeping, and he loves that Danny is wearing a tee he stole from Tim.

Unfortunately, before he is able to get his shit back together, another sound of gunshot ripples through the air, and Danny startles, blinking himself awake and looking in the direction of it. Then, his eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth makes a soft 'O' shape before he turns back to Tim and tilts his head in question.

"You want me to deal with him? The clown, I mean, not your brother," he asks, and it's so casual and off-handed that Tim actually huffs a laugh.

"Sorry, I was just- I'm really tired of his ass," Tim should probably sit up, this is not a talk they should have while he is lying on the ground. On the other hand, Jason is somewhere out there, and he has guns and doesn't have a clear visual around him, so maybe Tim shouldn't sit up.

Danny hums, "Is that a yes?"

Tim just nods. He is pretty sure Danny can see him despite the darkness. "I promise it's a one-time thing, I don't plan on calling you every time one of local lunatics acts up. I just... I fucking can't with him," he admits with a defeated sigh. But, before he can spiral any further into the abyss of unworthiness, Danny's cold hands are cupping his cheeks, and his icy eyes are looking right into Tim's sky blue.

"Love, I don't mind getting rid of each and every one of your Rogues. Granted, it would probably fuck up the timeline, and Clocky would be mad, but I'd do it if you want me to, no questions asked." His voice is quiet, and Tim has never been more grateful for his domino mask, because he can feel his cheeks heating up and he doesn't want Danny to see the exact effect his words are causing.

"I- Okay," he quietly agrees, and then blinks, backtracking, "Wait, no, don't fuck up the timeline. Just deal with the laughing bitch this once, and that's it. We can handle the rest."

Danny is smiling at him in that adoring way Tim recognizes as 'I really want to kiss you, but it's not the time or place'. Then, he nods and lets go of Tim's cheeks, straightening up in the air, and his clothes shift all at once, like a magic trick.

Gone are the stretched out t-shirt and the pants with rocket ships. In their place, Danny's body is head to toe covered in stars and galaxies that hold the vague shape of armor, and there's a slightly shimmering, blueish-green translucent cape over one of his shoulders.

The Crown over his head, the sentient artifact much like the Ring on Tim's finger, appears from nowhere, and, after a brief pause - Tim swears it was debating on whether or not the situation is worth the effort - promptly sets itself on fire. Blue flames cast long shadows on Danny's, no, King's face, making him look older and his cheekbones sharper.

Before, the boy was only faintly glowing, and, evidently, the others present in the warehouse were too distracted to notice him.

But now, with the flaming Crown casting dancing shadows on the walls of the warehouse, it's really hard not to see the otherworldly being making an appearance.

"Holy fuck," Tim hears Hood's quiet, astonished voice, and almost cracks a grin.

Yeah, he wants to say, that's my boyfriend. Although he suspects he and Jason are having vastly different reactions to Danny's presence. Because Tim kind of wants to take all his words about dealing with Joker back and take Danny home, straight to bed.

...He is going to have to strangle Jason in his sleep if his reaction is similar. No, that's a wrong thought, this is so not the time for it.

"Who are you, flying glowstick?" Joker sounds rightfully pissed off by the interruption, "Does Batsy employ alien kids now?"

Danny chuckles, the starry freckles on his cheeks glowing brighter, "Okay, just because you compared me to an alien, I'm not going to completely erase you from this plane of existence."

Tim snaps his head up.

"Wait, no killing," he reminds, not because he actually cares but because B would throw a fit. Danny brushes him off with a wave of his hand.

"No worries, he'll stay alive," he smiles at Tim, and to everyone else, it probably looks like stuff of nightmares, sharp, pointy teeth and lips stretched out far beyond human capabilities. But Tim sees it for what it is: a face of mischief.

"Do I get a vote in this?" Jason's deadpan voice comes from somewhere on the other side of the warehouse at the same moment as Joker screeches in rage, "Who the fuck do you think-"

"Nope," Danny pops the 'p', and Tim is not sure if he is answering to Hood or refusing to listen to the clown's monolog by it. Maybe it's both. It's probably both.

The next moment, Danny is gone, disappeared from the place he was floating at, and Tim hears a wet, very unpleasant sound followed by Joker's scream of pain.

"You see this?" He hears Danny's nonchalant, unfazed voice above the clown's pained cries, "This is your rib, bitch- Hey, quit whining and listen to me, it's important."

There's a slap, a rustle, and a sound of ripping fabric, and Joker's voice becomes muffled, like someone put a gag in his mouth.

"You're like Adam now, you know, lacking one rib," Danny continues, "Only I'm not making you a girl out of this one, I'm pretty sure you don't deserve to reproduce. Anyway, going further down that metaphor, I'm the God almighty in this situation, so if you want to keep the rest of your ribs - and the rest of other things that are supposed to stay inside of you - to yourself, you gotta do a thing for me, okay?"

There's some muffled groans that Joker makes in response, then an enraged growl, a sound of a struggle, another slap, and then that same wet, disgusting squelch.

"Two ribs, wow, okay, you're really being difficult about this!" Danny sounds so innocently dumbstruck about it that Tim suppresses a laugh. "Are you listening now?" There's a quiet, choking wheeze that answers him, and Danny sounds quite pleased when he says, "Great."

Tim debates if he should look. He doesn't exactly want to since the sounds provide enough context, but it might be somewhat cathartic for him.

And then the air around him inexplicably shifts, becoming cold and oppressive, weighting Tim down like a heavy blanket and pushing him into the floor. The dancing shadows and the blue light of flames on the walls twist and churn, like taking aim, and Tim doesn't know what Danny looks like right now but he knows he is as far from human as possible, his voice coming with a staticky, echoing whisper, a threatening hiss slithering inside Tim's ears.

"Play your little games all you want, Fallen Jester, but know that you can not win. The punchline to your joke is long overdue, and your soul has belonged to me for quite some time now," his words are cold and uncaring, and in all the time Tim has known his boyfriend, he has never heard him speak like this: with a sense of lazy power, like he is only humoring the people around him.

Like they mean nothing to him.

"I will not kill you, or at least not here and now. My Guiding Star doesn't want to see my hands dirty with your filthy remains. Besides, death is only a moment, and you don't deserve only a moment of suffering," he huffs a short, humorless chuckle, "But, luckily, I am the Eyes of the Universe, the Titan's Bane, the King of the Dead, and everyone will meet me once their eyes fall shut for the last time," there's a smile in his voice now, full of cold and merciless anticipation. Tim feels a shiver run down his spine.

"So just you wait, Jester, and I will meet you on the other side. Then we'll see how whatever is left of your soul is going to spend an eternity."

Tim's ears are ringing with the pure, somehow gleeful hatred that laces those last words. He didn't know he could literally taste the disgust and the promise of pain, and yet, here he is, with a hint of something sour on his tongue.

And then, the heavy, weighted air that has been charged with power is lifted, the shadows and bright blue lights are all gone, and Danny, wearing his pj's and smiling, is standing over him. His feet are planted on the ground for once, and the Crown is gone without a trace, but his t-shirt is still trying to float up. The boy tugs it down again, offering a hand to Tim.

"Wanna go out for a burger since I'm already here in Gotham?"

Tim had never breathed easier in his life. He laughs a little and reaches up, taking his beautifully unhinged boyfriend's hand and standing up.

"I thought you'd never ask."

[raeygina-george]

Strugglebussin

[whre4wanda]

Was It casual

Prompt: College Au.

Fuckboy Wanda x Reader

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Wanda x Reader

Fingering, oral, unprotected sex like once, jealousy, teasing, alcohol consumption, weed and vape consumptions, shotgunning, hot boxing, Wanda tends to be an ass, kind of angst, emotional Rollercoaster, arguing.

Your pov:

Was It Casual?

Tote bag slung across your shoulder, wind blowing through your freshly done hair with your earpods sat comfortably inside your ears, you walked to the next class that you had. Your last class of the day. You bobbed your head as you listened to your favorite song from one of your many playlists. And when another favorite song of yours came on, you couldn't help but increase the volume on your phone, the bass drumming in your ears shutting everything and everyone around you down especially when the ending to the song came, your fingers tapped against the phone in your hand as you hummed to yourself.

A few waves sent to other people and a smile here and there, you finally rounded the hall for your next lecture. Everything was smooth until a ball hit you on the head. You winced, the pain was dull but again, you'd just gotten your hair done so whoever decided to throw the ball your way would probably be receiving an earful from you any second from now.

You turned on your heels, a scowl already planted on your face as you looked at the white ball next to your converse shoes. You looked up, seeing a girl approach, a look of guilt and somewhat fascination on her face.

"Sorry, didn't expect the ball to go so far, think I'm getting kinda rusty."

"Maybe you shouldn't be on the team then Wanda."

"You forget I carry the volleyball team

detka." You hum, unimpressed before your body turns to the direction of your class.

"You look really beautiful by the way."

"Thanks." Wanda wants to say more to you, but she knows you'll shut her out. That's what you've been doing for the past few months of her trying to get your attention.

It all started the day you had your first class at NYU, a film class. The professor, a wild and carefree woman had instructed you all to introduce yourselves and so you did before you all sat down to ready to delve into the world of film. But then a brunette girl barged inside, her head help up high as she waved at the teacher.

"Maximoff. Late as usual."

"Sorry." The girl shrugged her shoulders before the woman pointed to a seat, the seat next to yours.

Wanda walked towards the row before she planted herself right next to you. She glanced at you, smiled then turned her head back to the teacher to pay attention. Boy, you thought she was really attractive. And without a doubt, she was. From her brunette hair, to her alluring green eyes, pink lips that held a cocky grin you'd soon come to hate and her posture slacked, but not in a bad way if that made any sense.

Wanda screamed player and you could smell it from a mile away. And your suspicions were confirmed once your friend and roommate told you more about the brunette.

"Maximoff? Which one. There's two of em."

"The girl. I don't know her name, she never mentioned it."

"Oh, that's Wanda Maximoff."

"So like, what's her deal? Is she single or?"

"Oh, you might wanna stay away from her. She's...how do I put this gently... A hoe."

"Oh."

"Yeah, she's not known for commitment. Sleeps with girls and ghosts them the next day. I mean, she's still hot though."

A nod of your head and Gwen nudges your shoulder.

"But hey, there's plenty of other girls on campus. You just need to look in the right places. Preferably the art classes. That's where you'll find a whole bunch of em." She jokes and you let out a soft chuckle.

_

_

Now, weeks had gone by and you had fully grasped the person that Wanda Maximoff truly was. Charming, persistent, smooth and really annoying.

The first time Wanda asks you out, it's not romantic. Not even close.

You're in the middle of grabbing your coffee on campus when a shadow falls over you. You already know who it is before you even look up.

"Hey, sweetheart," Wanda's voice is all silk and mischief, her signature smirk in place as she leans against the counter.

"I was thinking... you, me, dinner tonight. What do you say?" You don't even hesitate.

"No." Wanda blinks, tilting her head.

"No?"

"That's what I said," you reply smoothly, stirring your drink without sparing her a glance.

There's a beat of silence, and then she chuckles, low and amused.

"Wow. You didn't even think about it."

"I didn't need to."

"Ouch." She presses a hand to her chest like you've just wounded her.

"You break my heart, sweetheart." You finally look at her, raising a brow.

"You'd need to have one first."

Wanda whistles, seemingly impressed.

"Damn. You really don't like me, huh?"

"Oh, well, I wouldn't say I like you that much." You sip your coffee.

"I just don't like your reputation." Wanda smirks like that's the best compliment she's ever received.

"Can you blame me? The ladies love me." You roll your eyes.

"Exactly. That's why I'm not falling for your little act." Wanda leans in, her voice dropping lower.

"Who said it's an act?"

For a second, just a second, you hesitate. Her eyes are sharp, green like a forest at dusk, and there's something dangerous in the way she's watching you, like she wants to unravel you just to see what's underneath. But you know better. You know her kind. So, you meet her gaze head-on and smirk.

"You'll have to try harder than that, Maximoff because as we speak, a hairless cat is cuter than you. And that says a lot."

And then, just for fun, you brush past her and walk away. Wanda watches you go, lips curling into something between frustration and intrigue. Never had a girl turned her down. Ever. Sure she might sound cocky as hell but it was the truth. Wanda was a very charming woman. From high-school up till now. Everyone- man or woman would swoon to her just from a bat of her eyelashes.

Sure Wanda was somewhat evil and reckless but Wanda had a reputation to uphold. That and she hated commitment. So, she'd sleep with girls then ghost them the next day. It wasn't personal, just casual. But having a girl dismiss her flirtatious behavior genuinely made her ego falter for a moment, but she licked her lips before waking over to the coffee counter, where she then proceeded to flirt with the barista while waiting for her order.

As mentioned before, Wanda was extremely persistent. If Wanda Maximoff said she wanted a pony, hell Wanda Maximoff was going to get that pony. By fire, by force. The next time Wanda had asked you out was in your film class that she now actually attended. Obviously she hadn't been paying attention but that was besides the point.

You're packing up your notes in the lecture hall when Wanda slides into the seat beside you, draping herself over the desk like she has all the time in the world.

"Hey, gorgeous." Her voice is smooth, cocky. Predictable. You don't even look at her.

"No." Wanda blinks.

"I didn't even ask anything yet."

"You were going to," you say, slipping your laptop into your bag.

"So, no." She chuckles, leaning in.

"Alright, humor me-what was I going to ask?" You finally glance at her, unimpressed.

"Some variation of 'Go out with me, sweetheart.'" Wanda grins.

"Damn, you know me so well. That a yes then?"

You sigh once again.

"No." She feigns a wounded look, clutching her chest.

"Wow. Not even a second of consideration?"

"I don't need a second." You stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"I know your type, Maximoff. You're not serious about anyone. You just like the chase." Wanda watches you with amused curiosity, like she's never been turned down this easily before. Well she hasn't but that's besides the point.

"And what if I said I was serious about you?" You narrow your eyes.

"Then I'd say you're full of shit." That makes her laugh, a real, genuine laugh. She runs a hand through her hair, shaking her head.

"Alright, alright. You got me."

You step around her, heading for the exit, but she calls after you, voice teasing.

"You'll say yes one day, sweetheart."

You don't stop walking, but you can't stop the small smirk that tugs at your lips.

"Try again, Maximoff."

_

_

The library is quiet, the low hum of whispers and shuffling pages filling the space around you. You're deep in your notes, highlighter in hand, when a familiar presence slides into the seat across from you.

"Hey, studious." You don't even need to look up. Wanda Maximoff. You sigh, highlighting another sentence.

"Go away, Wanda."

"Rude," she tuts, leaning forward on her elbows.

"Is that any way to talk to a friend?" A snort and then you glance up at her with furrowed brows. Then your attention is back on your books.

"We're not friends." She smirks.

"Yet."

You look up once again, giving her a flat stare.

"What do you want? Are you here to bother me or something?"

"What if I'm keeping you company, I know you enjoy it."

"That's very presumptuous of you." Wanda grins, tilting her head.

"There's a party at my place tonight. You should come." You snort once again.

"Not happening."

"Oh, come on," she purrs.

"All that studying is gonna fry your brain. You deserve a break."

You go back to your book.

"My grades say otherwise. Can't say the same about yours though."

"My bed says otherwise, too," she teases, and you flick your highlighter at her. She dodges, laughing and you grumble in annoyance.

"Wanda, I'm not going to be one of your randoms," you say, rolling your eyes.

She presses a hand to her chest, feigning offense.

"I would never." Then, smirking she leans forward.

"Not unless you wanted to." You give her a look, and she chuckles.

"Alright, alright. No ulterior motives. Just a party, just some fun. What's the worst that could happen?"

You exhale slowly, tapping your pen against your notebook. You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't. But Wanda is watching you, like she already knows she's got you teetering on the edge.

"I'll think about it," you mutter.

Wanda grins like she's already won.

"I'll take that as a yes, detka." You shake your head, regretting everything already.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't," she sings, standing up and tossing you a wink before walking away.

Annoyingly Charming.

"You're still coming to my party right." Wanda yelled as yet again you turned to head to your class.

"I don't know, feeling quite lightheaded. I mean I was just hit with a ball by a rude stranger." Wanda purses her lips before tossing the ball back to her crew.

"You promised."

"I didn't promise shit. Besides, I think you'll find enough entertainment even when I'm not there."

"But-"

"Goodbye Wanda." You finally walk to your class but there's a small smirk sitting on your lips.

_

_

The place where Wanda and her brother Pietro had decided to host their party was extremely and unnecessarily big. You were certain that the twins came from money. Music blared through the sound system that you knew must have costed thousands. There were variety of drinks sitting on the counter in the kitchen, and of course, it was none of that cheap liquor you'd find at any other party, except Starks. Your hand slid across the expensive bottle, examining the brand before placing the bottle down. You slid past the people in the kitchen, grabbing a cup for yourself before filling it halfway with a drink.

Your gaze shifted to the multiple people in the room, in search for the one who had initially invited you here. You looked good, as per usual. Dressed in a black top that showed minimal cleavage with your favorite pair of flared pants, layered with gold jewelry and topped off with a dash of your favorite perfume, you practically radiated confidence.

You could feel eyes on you, you were certain of it. The attention was good but still not what you were quite looking for, apparently. Minutes later, Gwen had stumbled into the party, clearly already tipsy. She clung to you as she giggled and you shook your head in annoyance and amusement as the two of you met up with your other group of friends. Your drink had long been discarded, now replaced with a cherry flavored vape. Sure smoking was bad, but it's not like you did it every day. It was either that or Molly and you still wanted to live. And other than that, you barely drank alcohol. But unfortunately for you, since you were sober half of the time, this meant that you'd most likely deal with drunk friends just as you were right now.

As your friends partied their asses off, you decided to step out into the cool air and luckily enough, you had found an empty room that had a balcony. One drag and you exhaled the smoke along with all the stresors of the week. It was peaceful until the balcony door shut and you could smell her as she stood next to you.

"And here I was thinking I wouldn't see your pretty face." Wanda mumrued with her signature smirk. Your eyes wandered down her body, taking her outfit in. A grey sweatshirt and black jeans with her brunette hair down, truly simply but she managed to pull it off, like she always did.

"Decided to see what the hype about all your parties was about."

"You impressed yet?"

"Nope." Wanda's hand clutched to her chest as she feigned offense and you rolled your eyes at her antics.

"Here to bother me Maximoff."

"Not at all, just gracing you with my glorious company." You snorted before taking a final drag from the pod in your hand and Wanda whistled lowly.

"Didn't take you for that kinda gal." Wanda grinned as the cherry flavor invaded her nose.

"And I thought you had game, guess we're both wrong."

"I could prove you wrong if you spent one night with me." Another snort and you were walking away from the brunette girl.

"Have fun with yourself Wanda because I'm not interested." She made a sad face before she followed you out of the bedroom. And then you two were walking down to the main party where both her friends and your friends and a few others were gathered in a circle, in a separate room.

"Oh you two, just in time. We're playing games!" Tony slurred while raising his cup into the air.

"What game?" You asked as you settled on an empty space on the couch.

"Truth or dare. The classic." He yelled while others whistled. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Why not." Wanda placed herself just opposite you, her gaze never leaving yours as the game began.

The game was going smoothly, harmless dares, embarrassing truths, until it was your turn. Someone grinned at you mischievously.

"Truth or dare?" They asked and you nursed your drink before answering.

"Truth."

"Nah, you're taking dare." They mumbled and you scoffed.

"I dare you to kiss someone in the circle," they said, and the group erupted in "ooohs" and laughter.

You hesitated, feeling Wanda's gaze on you, but she was playing it cool, leaning back with her signature smirk. Not wanting to make it awkward, you turned to the person beside you-a cute girl from your class, Darcy to be exact, and you gave her a quick kiss. It was nothing deep, just a peck before you moved back to your spot.

But when you looked at Wanda again, her smirk was gone. Her jaw was tight, and her green eyes had darkened. She reached for her drink, taking a slow sip. Wanda was pissed. You could tell by the way she lounged back in her seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her phone like she wasn't even paying attention to the game anymore.

But she was.

You had kissed someone else in front of her, and now she was sulking like a brat. Not that she'd ever admit it. After the game ended, she avoided you-at least, she tried to. You found her outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony, nursing her drink with a scowl on her face.

"You good?" you asked, stepping beside her.

"Peachy." You sighed.

"It was just a dare, Wanda." She scoffed in retaliation.

"Right. A dare." She finally turned to you, eyes glinting.

"You didn't have to pick her, though." You smirked.

"Who else was I supposed to pick?"

Her gaze flickered to your lips, then back up.

"I can think of someone."

You tilted your head.

"Oh? Who?"

She licked her lips, stepping closer. "You're not that dense, detka, but you know what, that was cute," she murmured, voice low, fingers tracing the hem of your top just above your cleavage. And you didn't move.

"Cute?"

"Didn't know you were into kissing just anyone. Thought you had standards."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Jealous, Maximoff?" She chuckled, leaning in so her lips brushed against your ear.

"Me? Jealous? Please. I just think it's unfair, really."

"Unfair?"

"Yeah," she murmured, tilting your chin up.

"That kiss was weak. If you're gonna kiss someone, might as well make it worth it."

Before you could respond, her lips were on yours-slow, deep, possessive. She tasted like vodka and something sweet, and when she finally pulled away, you were breathless.

"See?" she whispered, smug as ever. "Now that's how you kiss someone." Your heart was beating rapidly as Wanda's green eyes looked down on yours. The tension between the two of you was suffocating and without a second, you pulled her in. Your lips pressed onto hers roughly, hands pulling her by her shirt. Wanda's hands fell to your waist as the two of you battled for dominance. Her hands cupped your ass lightly and just when Wanda was hoping for more, you separated from her lips, your tongue licking her lips before giving her a final peck then moving away from her completely.

"Hmm not bad I guess." You mumbled while wiping the corner of your lips. Wanda was still fuzzy in the mind, her hooded eyes now glimmering with lust.

"See you around." You walked out of the bedroom, leaving the brunette girl aroused and confused, yet wanting more.

_

_

Monday morning hit like a truck. You barely had time to process the heated kiss you and Wanda had shared at the party before the week started. And honestly? You weren't about to dwell on it. Because why should you?

Wanda was a player. A tease. A walking and talking temptation wrapped in leather jackets and cocky smirks. You weren't about to let yourself get caught up in her game.

So, you did what any self-respecting person would do after kissing the campus "Heartbreaker". You simply moved on. Or at least, you tried to. As you rounded the corner to your usual Cafe, you opened the door before your gaze roamed around in search of your group of friends.

You spotted Wanda at your usual lunch spot, lounging at a table with some of her friends, and a new blonde girl. She was leaning in close, whispering something that made the girl giggle, fingers ghosting over her arm. It was the same routine, the same charm she always used. And you refused to care. Because there was nothing to care about.

You sat with your friends, pointedly ignoring the way Wanda's eyes found you the second you walked in. You were mid-conversation when a shadow loomed over your table and you could smell her.

"Hey, detka," Wanda's familiar voice purred. You didn't look up.

"What do you want, Maximoff?"

She tsked, plopping down beside you like she actually belonged there.

"Why so hostile? You weren't complaining about my presence on Saturday night." Her grin grew and you scoffed at her remark.

Your friends exchanged glances, sensing the tension. You exhaled, finally meeting her gaze.

"Must've been the alcohol then." Wanda's smirk didn't falter, but her eyes darkened. "That so?" She leaned in, voice dropping. "You think kissing me was just a drunken mistake?"

"Yes. Besides it was a dare, wasn't it?" You referred to the first kiss because the second one meant nothing. You then crossed your arms.

"Doesn't matter anyways. You've clearly moved on." Your gaze flickered to the girl she left at her table.

Wanda chuckled, tilting her head.

"Oh, detka... you really think that? Her fingers brushed your knee under the table, subtle but intentional. Your breath caught, but you forced yourself to stay composed.

"You're not as special as you think, Maximoff." She grinned.

"You keep saying that, but you're the one still thinking about me."

"In your dreams Maximoff." You mumbled before waving her away with your hand.

"Shoo shoo, your booty call awaits for you." Wanda's eyebrows rose up in shock, but with a somewhat amused huff she walks away, and this time with a newfound determination to get you.

_

_

Was It Casual?

Another party that you'd been invited to by the brunette girl. Part of you wondered why you always showed up to her parties if you "despised" her so much. You had bumped into one of Wanda's friends, Carol, who mentioned that the brunette girl was somewhere in the backyard apparently waiting for you. You rolled your eyes and Carol only smirked before she patted your shoulder.

At first you did nothing with the information Carol gave to you, instead you chose to hang around a few people before you eventually wanted air. Any excuse to see Wanda too. You should have left though.

It started as an accident.

You weren't even supposed to be here-sitting on some random couch outside at her "small" kickback, cherry-flavored vapor lingering on your lips while the brunette haired girl rolled a blunt like she had all the time in the world.

She looked too good like this. Loose hoodie, messy long hair, rings glinting under the dim lighting as her fingers worked effortlessly. You told yourself you'd only sit with her this once. Just out of curiosity. And maybe to entertain her for a while too.

Nothing more.

But then she looked up at you, that cocky glint in her green eyes, and suddenly, it felt like you were playing with fire. And perhaps you were. Wanda licked the edge of the rolling paper, sealing it shut, and that's when you noticed it.

The flash of silver.

You blinked. No way.

"Got a new piercing, Maximoff?" you asked, tilting your head. She grinned, flicking her tongue out just enough to show off the shiny silver barbell.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, dragging her teeth over her lower lip.

"You like it?"

You exhaled slowly, taking a pull from your vape. The sweet cherry flavor coated your tongue, but it did nothing to distract from the way Wanda was looking at you.

"Didn't take you for the type," you said, feigning nonchalance. She smirked, lighting the blunt with a flick of her lighter.

"Oh, detka... you'd be surprised what I'm into."

And then she took a slow, deep inhale, holding your gaze as she exhaled-smoke curling around her lips like something sinful. You crossed your legs, shifting in your seat.

"You're ridiculous."

"Am I?" Wanda took another drag, then, in one smooth motion, leaned in and blew the smoke towards you. It swirled around your face, mixing with the scent of cherry from your vape. The tension was thick, the air charged with something dangerous. Wanda licked her lips, again, the silver piercing catching the light. You clenched your jaw.

Wanda just grinned.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?" You scoffed, taking another pull of your vape just to distract yourself. "You're trying too hard, Maximoff."

"Am I?" She leaned back, legs spreading slightly, watching you with amusement. "You can come tatse if you like? Or do you wanna be the first to try it out?" Wanda asked while flicking her tongue and although you wanted to scoff, your mind was swirling with the utmost fantasies.

Fuck. You should've left the second Wanda flicked that damn tongue piercing at you. You should've rolled your eyes, finished your smoke, and walked away like none of this affected you. But you didn't.

Because when she leaned in-lips barely inches from yours, voice dripping with smug satisfaction-you felt it. The tension that had been simmering between you two for weeks, stretching tighter and tighter until it was on the verge of snapping. And that's not the only thing that you could feel.

"You know... this piercing isn't just for decoration, detka," she murmured, voice low, teasing. Your breath hitched. Wanda grinned, like she knew. Because in fact, she did know.

"Bet you're wondering what it feels like," she continued, dragging the tip of her tongue across her lower lip, letting the silver barbell glint under the dim light. You swallowed, pulse hammering against your throat.

"I-"

"Go ahead," she whispered, tilting her head.

"Say what you're thinking." You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to smirk.

"That you're desperate for attention?" She chuckled, fingers ghosting over your knee.

"Or maybe you're desperate for something else." The blunt was forgotten now, smoldering in the ashtray as the air between you grew thick-dangerous.

Wanda leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Let me show you what it feels like."

"Cocky little shit." And that was it. That was the moment you snapped.

_

The second you pulled Wanda into the darkened bedroom, the air shifted. Gone was the teasing, the smug arrogance. Now, it was all need. It was the sharp inhale she took when you pushed her against the door, your body pressing flush against hers. It was the way her hands gripped your waist, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. It was the way your lips crashed together, no hesitation, no teasing-just raw, messy, desperate hunger.

"You like running your mouth so much, huh?" you murmured against her lips, nipping at her lower one before pulling back. You could feel her hardened member on your leg, and it pushed you even further. She chuckled, even as she chased your lips, eyes dark with something dangerous.

"And you like pretending you're not obsessed with me." Your fingers curled around the collar of her hoodie, yanking her down so your lips ghosted over hers. "Shut up, Maximoff." You didn't wait for a response.

You kissed her-deep, demanding, all tongue and heat. And damn it, that piercing. It was all you could focus on as it rolled against your own tongue, sending a shiver down your spine.

Wanda groaned into the kiss, gripping your hips and flipping you both so you were against the door now. Her knee pushed between your legs, her body pressing you firmly against the wood.

"Told you," she breathed against your lips.

"You love it." You gasped as she kissed down your jaw, then lower, dragging her tongue along your throat, the cool metal of her piercing making your skin burn. Your fingers tangled in her red hair, tugging hard enough to pull a groan from her.

"Cocky," you muttered. Wanda laughed, hot against your neck.

"And yet, you're the one letting me do this." She rolled her hips against yours, slow, deliberate.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a sound and she noticed. Oh, she noticed.

"Oh?" Wanda smirked, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

"Trying to stay quiet?" Her fingers dragged down your sides, light, teasing, making your skin ache for more.

You narrowed your eyes. Two can play this game.

Before she could react, you grabbed her wrists, spinning her so she was the one pressed against the door now. Her breath hitched, but the smirk never left her lips.

"Finally fighting back detka?"

You leaned in, your breath warm against her lips.

"I'm done playing, Maximoff." And then it was your turn to take control.

You kissed her-hard, claiming, your hands exploring every inch of her. Wanda let out a shaky exhale, her nails scratching down your back, pulling you impossibly closer. She liked this. Liked when you pushed back, when you matched her intensity. The push and pull, the battle for dominance-it only made everything hotter. Wanda groaned against your lips as your teeth grazed her neck, your hands slipping under her hoodie, your fingers tracing her bare skin.

"You gonna let me win tonight?" you murmured against her collarbone. She laughed breathlessly, tugging you back up for another searing kiss.

"Not a chance, detka." Wanda surprised you by picking you up which made you yelp as she guided you to the bed. She placed you down, hands already pulling her hoodie up before she was left in a tank top.

With a breathless sigh, you watch her expectantly and Wanda chuckles at your impatient figure.

"Oh you're needy."

"You're as needy as I am Maximoff. I can feel it." You remark while your hand presses against her crotch. Wanda hums, her hips unconsciously moving in your hand. She mumbles a soft "fuck" before moving forward to kiss you. You moan into her mouth, your hand still palming the growing bulge.

"You gonna keep teasing me or are you actually gonna fuck me Maximoff?" You asked with a huff and Wanda's cocky grin grew.

"Want me that bad huh?"

"As if you haven't been chasing me. You finally have me in your bed and now you're waisting so much time. I could leave you know."

Wanda smirks her hands moving up to cup your breasts.

"And where else would you go where you'd get a good fuck?"

"My dorm. I'm capable of fucking myself."

"I'd love to watch you do that." With a huff, you pull Wanda in for another kiss. Your teeth clash with one another, the silver bud nudging your tongue in the best way possible while she practically dry humps you.

Wanda slips your shirt off, her eyes focused on your breasts that were practically spilling out of the lacy red fabric you had on. She lowers her head down, just to lick a stripe in between your tits. Her teasing doesn't just stop there. Her fingers ghost underneath your skirt, to press against your covered center. Your back arches off the bed from the mere contact and you fight back the sounds, you don't want to give her the satisfaction.

"Come on baby, I know you wanna sing for me. To make noise for me." She purrs, her hands finally moving to take your bra off.

The fabric is thrown carelessly onto the floor and that's when you feel Wanda wrap her tongue around your nipple and fuck it felt good. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, your hands finding their way into her hair as Wanda sucked and bit your nipple. She made a show, eyes watching you immensely as she flicked her tongue around your nipple, making sure that you felt the piercing. A moan escaped you and Wanda was satisfied.

She did the same to your other nipple, her fingers trailing underneath your skirt, ghosting over your pussy.

"You look so good beneath me." She purred and you scoffed.

"Just fuck me Maximoff."

"Planning on it." She dips her head to the crook of your neck, where she bites the skin harshly before soothing it with her tongue.

"No marks." You whine.

"Oops, too late." She smirked. Her head dipped lower, her mouth leaving trails on your stomach.

Your hips twitch in anticipation once she finally hooks her fingers onto your skirt to pull it down. Next is your panties, which are discarded quicker than the speed of light. Wanda stares at your wet cunt in amazement. Her finger rubs through your slit just to see how wet you are. You were wet.

"I get you this wet huh?"

"I get you that hard huh?" You retaliate, your hand still palming her cock which makes the grin on her face grow.

Wanda's tongue darts out slowly towards your cunt, but she doesn't actually taste you, no. She licks the apex of your thighs just to hear the sound of your whines and whimpers. But unfortunately you don't give her that satisfaction because your hands yank her head to where you need her.

"Eat me."

"Greedy little thing." But nevertheless, she listens to you.

The first contact of her tongue on your pussy has a wanton moan escaping your lips. Wanda moans in delight too. The taste of your pussy has her gripping your thighs just to pull you forward so she could get a better taste. Your moans bounced off of the walls as she ate you out greedily. The silver bud would flick onto your clit in the best way possible, practically making you see stars. But just as you reach the peak of your pleasure, Wanda pulls away and the whine that you let out was music to her ears.

"Relax baby, I want you to cum on my cock yeah? I promise it'll feel so much better."

"We'll see."

"Is that a challenge detka?"

"Maybe. Might as well prove that the rumors are true." The laugh that the brunette let's out is almost sadistic.

"Oh baby, you have no idea." Wanda takes off be pants, now left in Calvin Klein underwear and you stare at the very visible print, your legs involuntarily spreading and she likes to see that.

A wrapper is pulled out from the side drawer, and she takes her time to take the condom out before putting it on. You roll your eyes before you pull her back in for a heated kiss. She laughs, but spreads your legs further. She hums into your mouth as she slowly inserts herself inside of you. A sigh and then another as she fills you up. Your hands claw at the sheets beneath you, your stomach already tightening.

"god..."

"Already?" That same cocky grin as she slowly begins to thrust inside of you, the smell of vanilla wrapping around you as her hands wrap around your waist.

"Fuck, you're so warm." She groans, thrusting deeper inside of you. From breathless sighs to moans, Wanda's thrusts are slow and deep before they're rough and fast.

"You're tighter than fucking door hinges."

"F... Fuck-" A particular harsh thrust has you clenching around her, making her grunt.

"Fuck you." You pant and she hums.

"We're halfway there already." Your eyes roll back but for a different reason this time and she takes pleasure in knowing that she was the reason for this.

You'd spent weeks running away from her, then tiptoeing around her and now here you were, in her bed about to get fucked senseless. With a newfound determination, Wanda fucks into you so hard, the beds frame hits the wall repeatedly. Her lips are on your neck, sucking the flesh before nipping it with her teeth. You can't even fight back because your breathe was being taken away.

Her cock rammed into you, as it deliciously hit your G-spot. Wanda pecked your lips before she was back on your neck, biting the skin once again.

"Wanda-"

"Yeah detka? Do you feel good?"

"So good." She moaned in your ear as your velvety walls tightened around her.

"You gonna cum?"

"Yes yes yes!" Your legs wrapped around her waist, pushing her even deeper inside of you, which resulted in the both of you moaning in pure ecstasy.

“So fuckin’ tight f’me, yeah?” a small groan leaves Wanda's lips as she looks down, watching the outline of the tip of her cock appear in and out of your stomach.

“Fuck, you feel me angel?” You nod your head as Wanda's fingers graze on your clit. Your back arches off of the bed, your mouth falling agape as a silent moan escapes your lips and your orgasm comes crashing down on you like a tidal wave. As if that weren't enough the brunette girl easily manhandled you so you were on your stomach.

"Well this is such a sight." She refers to your ass that's now in the air, all for her to use and abuse.

Her hand delivers a firm smack to your ass that has you jolting forward. She hums and delivers another one and another and you're certain that you're in for a long night.

_

_

The sun was barely rising, casting soft golden light across Wanda’s dimly lit bedroom. The sheets were a mess, tangled around your bare legs, still warm from the night before. It had been good. So good. But you knew better. You knew what this was—what she was. So you slid out of bed carefully, trying not to wake her as you reached for your clothes.

You barely got your skirt on before a sleepy voice stopped you.

"Sneaking out already?" You turned, only to find Wanda watching you from the bed, her brunette hair a wild mess, lips kiss-swollen, eyes still hazy from sleep.

"Didn’t think you were the type to cuddle," You shot back, keeping your tone light. She smirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"You don’t know what type I am." You chuckled dryly.

"No? I think I’ve got a pretty good idea." Wanda stretched, the sheets slipping lower, revealing just enough to make your breath hitch. She noticed.

"You sure you don’t wanna stay a little longer? I could make it worthwhile." she teased, voice low, tempting.

You hesitated, for a second. But you weren’t gonna be one of them. The ones who stayed hoping for more.

So you forced a smirk, pulling your shirt over your head.

"Tempting, Maximoff. But we both know what this was."

Something flashed in her expression—something quick, uncertain. But then, it was gone. Replaced with her usual cocky grin.

"Right," she said smoothly, leaning back against the pillows.

"Just a good time." You nodded, ignoring the way your chest ached.

"Exactly." You left before she could say anything else.

And Wanda? She stared at the empty space beside her for way too long—wondering why, for the first time, she hated waking up alone.

_

_

You didn’t expect to see Wanda again so soon. But when you walked into the campus coffee shop later that day, she was already there, sitting with some girl, her signature smirk in place, fingers lazily twirling a strand of the girl’s hair. You shouldn’t care. But damn it, it still stung. So you ignored them, ordering your coffee and pulling out your phone like she wasn’t even there.

It worked, that was until Wanda’s voice cut through the noise.

"Left in such a rush this morning, I couldn't even say goodbye properly." You froze. Slowly, you turned to face her. She was watching you, her expression unreadable, but her eyes? They were daring you to react. The girl beside her looked between you two, clearly confused. You forced a shrug.

"Didn’t think you’d care." Something flickered in Wanda’s gaze. Something dangerous.

She tilted her head, hands tucked in the pocket of her jeans.

"You always run after a good fuck, or was that just special for me?" The words should’ve hurt. But instead,  it fucking pissed you off. You walked up to her, leaning down just enough so your faces were close.

"Don’t worry, Maximoff. It was fun, but I won’t make the mistake of coming back."

Then, without another glance, you walked out. And for the first time, Wanda felt something ugly clawing at her chest. She should’ve let you go. But she already knew—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

_

_

It truly wasn't over. Somewhere, somehow, you found yourself tangled in Wanda's silk sheets, spaced out from yet another mind blowing orgasm. It wasn't the second time, the third or the fourth. Hell it wasn't even the fourteenth time. So much for keeping your guard up.

You watched the brunette girl get up, putting an oversized shirt on before grabbing a lighter from her drawer. She turned to you with raised brows and you tilted your own head in confusion.

"You gonna sit there or follow me?" She asked and you frowned in confuison.

Wanda let's out a sigh before she picks a shirt from her chair and throws it to you. You catch it and she gestures for you to put it on before she walks out to the balcony. You put it on and before you know it, your feet are padding on the hardwood floor, following the brunettes direction. You find Wanda sitting on one of the chairs outside, lazily rolling up a blunt. You take the seat next to her, watching her finish rolling it up before giving it a lick to seal it shut.

Then she grabs her lighter, flicks it and sets it on. Wanda inhales the smoke before exhaling it. You watch her in silence and she then turns to you before smirking.

"Take a picture, might last longer."

"No thanks Maximoff. I'm alright." She chuckles but pats her lap.

"Don't sit so far now." You roll your eyes but move closer to her before placing yourself on her lap.

She takes another drag then closes the distance between the two of you. Wanda's warm lips are on yours, and the two of you separate before you exhale the earthy smoke. She takes another drag then blows it towards your face. The two of you sit like this for another ten minutes and slowly your hips begin to rock on hers. You can still feel her, and it was as if the weed had heightened your senses and made you extremely horny. Well, hornier than before.

Wanda hums before your hand grabs the almost finished blunt out of her hand to set it aside onto the ashtray. You press your lips onto hers and before you know it the two of you are having a heated makeout session. Wanda's hands trail beneath your, her, shirt as she bunches it to your hips. You're still bare, wet and ready for her. She hums as you pull her shirt up, her dick still hard from before. Your hand palms her and Wanda sighs into your mouth.

Your body feels warm, lighter, as if you were floating on cloud nine and you probably were. You position yourself on top of her cock, shuddering as she fills you completely.

"Oh fuck." The whimper falls from your lips and Wanda sighs too. You felt even warmer, even tighter even though she'd fucked you many times before.

Your hips moved in circles, just the way Wanda liked it. Her hands were firmly placed on your hips before guiding you up and down. This was reckless, stupid. Anyone could see you two but you didn't care, not when it felt so fucking good. You began to ride Wanda with vigor, her cock manged to hit your G-spot multiple times in the best way possible.

"So fucking good." She mumbled into the crook of your neck before biting your earlobe softly. There was something about the way she held you as you rode her, it was softer and more passionate than usual.

Your moans were soft, breathless in her ear as you bounced up and down.

"Mhmmm, yes." You whined as Wanda's nipped at your neck.

"N-no.. no marks." You whispered but Wanda didn't listen, she never listened. Your orgasm was approaching as you rode her even faster.

"W-wanda." You croaked out as your high was approaching.

"Yeah baby?" She asked breathlessly.

"Close." Was all you managed to mumble as your hands tangled themselves up in her hair.

"Cum for me." She cooed and just then you felt yourself falling apart on her. She groaned, feeling your walls clench around her and soon she followed, having an orgasm of her own. She held you and kissed you like you mattered. And maybe you did, just for that moment. You separated from her before letting a breathless chuckle past your lips.

"Someone could've seen us." You mumbled and Wanda shrugged.

"Felt good didn't it?" Yes. Yes it did. And that's what worried you. The way she was looking at you, cheeks covered in a pink tint, lips swollen from your doing and eyes glinting with something you couldn't name. That worried you more than you'd like to admit. You're supposed to be Casual.

_

_

Feelings. A very funny and unpredictable thing. Feelings. Something that should have never gotten into the mix between you and Wanda. None of you had any reason to get jealous, and even if you did, there wasn't much you could do because you swore that this would just be a fun, and spontaneous thing. But the fights were there. Sometimes they were ridiculous. Just an exchange of words that would soon turn into breathless moans as your bodies were pressed against one another.

But this time Wanda really managed to tick your buttons. You decided to pitch up to one of her games. Watching her play definitely did something to you. How she'd run all over the court or when she took the lead whenever she had to because Wanda took her role seriously, or how she looked effortlessly good just after her game. You'd expect Wanda to pay you the least bit of attention, but clearly she had other things planned on her agenda.

As you moved towards Wanda after the successful game had ended, you watched her from a far as a few girls approached her. And then her flirtatious behavior started as if you weren't just a few feet away from her. Wanda laughed, bit her lip and smirked the way she always did whenever she flirted with you, and something inside you burned.

It angered you that Wanda was behaving this way, but what angered you the most was that you actually cared. Why the fuck did you care? Wanda's gaze eventually landed on yours and she smiled before excusing herself from those girls.

"Came to watch me play I see."

"You're not that special." "You mumbled, feigning nonchalance. Wanda tilted her head but shrugged her shoulders.

"You mind waiting for me? Just gotta chnage and I'll be out. "

Sure." Try not flirting with anyone on your way to the locker room. The words sat on your tongue but you pushed them aside.

You two then went to a bar that was just a few blocks away from your dorms. You sat at the bar, watching Wanda work her charm again and it angered you. Furiously. But it wasn't just that. It was the way Wanda paid attention to her phone in front of you, the way she'd laugh at something or the flicker of a notification from some random girl. Or maybe it was the fact that you saw a nude on her phone from another random girl.

It was uncalled for really because you two weren't official but she could of at least pretended to hide it.

"Not official." Was waht she kept repeating and it pissed you off, immensely. You and Wanda fought that night. You both exchanged words but this time you'd kicked her out of your dorm room, claiming that you'd never want to see her again. And she left without another say of words. Because what was she supposed to say?

That night, you ended up blocking her because maybe you needed space from her to really get over the fact that you were catching feelings for her. You were keen on ignoring the brunette girl until she finally maned up and apologized to you. But she didn't and neither did she seek out to you.

You tried avoiding the brunette girl and it worked for a short period of time before her annual costume party invite came.

"Wouldn't be the same without you."

You laughed at the caption. How ridiculous was she. You tried ignoring it but then you thought to yourself. "Why the hell not?"

So you dolled yourself up, in a gorgeous and Sinful Jassica Rabbit's costume. You had the body for it, why not show it off. Everything about you was intentional: the glossy lips, the thigh-high slit, the scent Wanda used to bury her face in after sex. But this wasn't for her, it was for you.

Your friend dragged you to the party, and you laughed at her costume.

"And what exactly are you supposed to be?"

"I'm a blunt." She grinned and you fought back a laugh while shaking your head. You two walked into the party and as soon as she stepped in, she was gone.

You rolled your eyes but walked in, catching many eyes. And obviously one of them being Wanda's. Wanda could tell you were there without even having to look at you. She could smell your familiar scent and once she turned around, her mouth fell slightly agape at the sight of you. You walked in with grace, your smile widening as you saw a few other friends. But not once did you glance her way and that pissed her off.

Wanda's grip tightened on the bottle she held. Her gaze was unwavering as she watched you talk to anyone and everyone but her. Sure she tried to flirt with other girls but it wasn't working it since she saw you at every corner. And when you started dancing with one of the other girls on her team, she completely lost it. Especially when you finally locked eyes with her. Your gaze was unwavering as you danced with her, she could see the twitch of your lips as the girls hands met your waist. The eye contact didn't falter until she watched her teammate whisper something in your ear that made you giggle.

"Hey, what's got your panties twisted?" Tony grinned and Wanda sent him a glare roughly pressing her bottle over to his chest. He grunted and with the blink of an eye, Wanda was gone. He shrugged his shoulders before bringing the bottle up to his lips.

Wanda walked over to you before pushing the girl that was in front of you away. The girl mumbled her disagreements but she couldn't hear much and neither could you when you felt Wanda drag you away from the girl. You complained, as she led you through the dark hallway of the house before stopping at a secluded corner.

"What the hell is your problem?" You asked and Wanda's jaw clenched.

“Didn’t think you’d show,” she said, voice low. You didn’t give her anything.

“Yet here I am.”

“You look good,” she added.

“Too good to be pretending like you didn’t come here to drive me insane.” You met her gaze, calm and unreadable.

“Didn’t come here for you.” Her smile twitched.

“So that little act downstairs? Just coincidence?” You tilted your head.

“Why are you so bothered, Wanda? You said we were just casual. You made it clear.” She stepped closer, voice dipping. “Yeah but that doesn't give you the right to come here dressed like this while grinding on another girl."

"But you can flirt with others in front of me?"

"Don't start."

"You brought me here, so if you're going to keep bullshitting me, maybe I'll go fuck her instead." Wanda let's out a scoff.

"You're ridiculous, besides I didn't mean what I said in a bad way."  You let out a soft, humorless laugh.

“You always say that after the damage is done.” She licked her lips, faltering.

“You blocked me. You cut me off.”

“And you earned it.”

You moved past her—slow, smooth, controlled—but she grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“I miss you,” she breathed, eyes wide now, raw.

“I thought I’d feel better once I had space, but I don’t. You’re still everywhere.” You leaned in, close enough that her breath caught.

“You miss having control, Wanda. Not me.” She tried to kiss you but you turned your face away.

“You don't get to have me whenever you're bored. Go fuck with someone else. "

You pulled back gently, leaving her there—eyes wide, hands empty, mouth open and trembling. But Wanda grabs your wrist again, she's not done.

“Listen, I know I fucked up,” she murmurs,

“But you can’t look at me like that. Like I’m nothing now.” You stay quiet. Let her unravel.

“I hated watching people touch you tonight,” she admits.

“I hated the way you smiled at them. The way you ignored me. Like I never had my mouth all over you, like you never moaned my name like a prayer.” Her words are messy. Desperate. And it’s working.

“I wanted to ruin their hands. Their smiles. I wanted to remind you whose name you used to cry out when it was 3AM and your legs were—" You shove her against the hallway wall before she can finish. Her breath catches. You grab her jaw, eyes locked.

“You don’t get to talk like that,” you whisper,

“Not after what you said to me.” Wanda’s voice shakes.

“Then let me make it up to you." She whispered. And there she was, that devious Wanda who always manged to miraculously make things better. Wanda turned you around so that you were pressed against the wall before she knelt down.

You gasped trying to move Wanda's head away from your center, but Wanda's hands were already trailing up to your pussy. Her nose was on your thigh, just inhaling the scent of you. She licked your thigh, eyes locked on the way your face scrunched up.

"You're a dick."

"I know baby."

"I hate you."

"I know baby." She whispered while her other hand pushed your dress to the side.

She lowers your panties until their hanging on your ankles before her face is in between your thighs. Her tongue flicks your clit and then you're gone. Slowly you're forgetting why you were even mad at her in the first place. You're too focused on the way she was making you feel. The way that silver bud flicked into you. The way her hands felt like home. Wanda moaned as her mouth wrapped onto your clit.

Your head felt back so hard it made a thump sound. But you couldn't care about the pain because you were so focused on the approaching orgasm. And wands fastened her pace once your hips rode her tongue in that way you'd always do it. And when you finally came, she was moving upwards for you to taste yourself on her tongue. Then she was unbuttoning the buttons on her jeans, and then she was inside of you. She moaned in delight. You felt so good.

She began fucking you in the hallway. Not a care in the world that someone could have walked in, could have seen you two at it like a bunch of rabbits. No, she was just focused in making you cum. You felt so warm and soft around her cock. Your leg wrapped around her waist as she dug into you, filling you up to the brim.

She grunted into your ear and you sighed into hers. The moment was filled with nothing but pure need and perhaps even built up anger. Your hands clawed at her shirt, your mouth on hers as she fucked you into the wall, your panties still hanging on your ankle but they'd soon be in her pocket. Wanda bit your shoulder, suppressing a long groan and your walls clenched onto hers for the umpteenth time.

And then you came with a silent moan that was muffled by her lips, and then she followed suite, filling you up.

"So pretty angel." She whispered, pushing your hair to the side.

"Missed you so fucking much."

That night, you somehow found yourself tangled in her sheets like previous times. Even though Wanda refused to apologize, she masked it off by continuously pressing kisses to your lips while her fingers curled inside of you. She made you see stars, muffled groans escaping her lips once she was inside of you, praising you like you were hers. But you weren't anyways.

And of course, you'd unblocked her number afterwards.

_

_

"Why did you drag me out of the library?" You ask half heartedly even though you were getting tired of reading the same paragraph over and over again.

"Spring break is soon."

"Yes, I'm very aware."

"Are you going home to your parents?" She asked and you frowned.

"I don't plan to. They're barely home so maybe not."

"Well, I was thinking maybe you wanna come on a trip with me and  a few friends."

"And where are you guys going?"

"We have a cabin in the woods."

"Wow, a cabin in the woods with a bunch of teenagers. That sounds like fun! We'll roast smoars, tell scary stories and then maybe we'll leave the doors open so Michael Meyers can come get us? Sounds like a slasher movie waiting to happen!" You exclaim sarcastically and Wanda rolls her eyes.

"Why do you want me to come anyways."

"Thought it would be fun."

"No. I think you just want me there so you can get laid more."

"Maybe that too, but what can I say, I'm a sucker for your pussy." She mumbles and you sigh.

"That you are." You admit and she shrugs again.

"I'll think about it." She hums before pulling out two rolled blunts

"You can't be serious."

"What, thought you'd need it after busting your ass in the library." Wanda hands you one and you begrudgingly take it. She hums before flicking her lighter then handing it to you.

"You're lucky we're in a secluded place."

"Why, don't wanna be caught with me?"

"I've got a reputation to uphold Maximoff." She laughs at that after bowing the smoke out.

You do the same, taking a drag before exhaling. It's quiet for a while before Wanda turns to you.

"You're so pretty."

"Don't start with me Maximoff."

"What, can't I compliment you?" She asks with her signature smirk and you huff but the blush on your cheeks says otherwise. Wanda takes another drag then tilts your chin so she can press a kiss onto your lips.

The kiss is deep and slow as one hand finds it way on your neck. She hums, separating from the kiss to take another drag. You sighed, already feeling your body relaxing and succumbing to the effects of the weed. Another drag, another trick and somehow you find yourself situated in Wanda's lap.

"I like you like this." She murmurs, eyes focused on your glorious tits right in her face.

"You like me in every position."

"Yeah but now I have a closer look on your tits." She remarks and you roll your eyes.

"We gonna fuck or are you going to keep stating at em?"

"Both maybe?" She giggles and you huff while trying to get your panties off.

"No don't take em off."

"Why?"

"Just don't." She mumbles, her fingers sliding them to the side so that she could slide her fingers inside of you.

A small whine leaves your lips as she stretches your pussy, her head down between your tits, pressing wet kisses on your collarbone.

"No leaving marks." You warn again and this time she listens, partially because while you're too focused on riding her fingers, her teeth tug at the skin creating a new bruise to admire.

Your hips move against her two fingers, the metallic bands across her fingers adding to the stimulation.

"Yeah baby, ride my fingers." She commands and you do just that, head falling back in pure ecstasy. Soon enough, you were falling apart on her fingers and Wanda cooed as you fell apart.

"So pretty when you cum." She'd mutter while pushing her seat back.

Minutes later, the car felt hotter, beads of sweating dripping down both of your foreheads as you rode her cock. Your moans synchronized together as her hands held your waist, your own pulling at her shirt. You pulled her in for a kiss, her hands now situated on your tits, palming and tweaking the erect buds.

"You're so deep." You'd whine and she'd hum.

"You're so wet." She'd retaliate and then your lips were on hers like they'd never left, your hips still chasing that awaiting orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, make a mess all over me."

_

_

Being friends with benefits with Wanda Maximoff was like trying to hold fire in your hands. Especially with Wanda. You knew who she was—flirty, hot-and-cold, untouchable. You told yourself you could handle it. That it was just sex. That you wouldn’t get attached.

But then there were the little things—how she called you late at night just to hear your voice. How she’d brush hair from your face after sex, whispering “stay” when you tried to leave.

You fell. Slowly. Quietly. Hopelessly. And she let you. But you see, that's when the problem slowly began. And you should've been smart enough to see it coming.

-

You and Wanda had just left a party with mutual friends. You were sitting on the edge of her bed, dress pulled up slightly, makeup smudged, heart aching from the way she’d flirted relentlessly with some tall, artsy girl the whole night.

You’d bit your tongue. Again. But now, back in her room, your silence felt louder than ever. Wanda was laughing at something on her phone, unbothered, until she noticed the look on your face.

"What?” she asked, brows raised. You didn’t answer right away. You were scared if you spoke, your voice would shake.

“Why do you do that Wanda? You embarrassed me.” you finally said. She blinked.

“Excuse me? Did what exactly?”

“Act like I mean something when we’re alone, but forget I exist the second we’re around other people.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, the first crack of dismissal in her tone before she glanced at you, unimpressed.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Your jaw tightened.

“You were all over that girl, Wanda. She was practically in your lap. You couldn’t go ten minutes without touching her. And I was right there.” Wanda scoffed, tossing her rings on the dresser before standing up.

“So? You knew what this was.” You flinched.

“No. I want to know, give me an answer! I watched you practically drool over that girl tonight while I stood right there. And then you expect me to come back here like nothing happened.”

"I didn’t ask you to come,” she said, not even looking at you now.

“You followed me.” That broke something in you.

You stood up slowly, heart pounding. “Wow. So now I’m just some girl who follows you home?” Wanda sighed like she was tired of the conversation, and that made it worse. So much worse.

“I told you from the beginning, this wasn’t serious,” she said, finally looking at you, but her eyes were cold.

“You caught feelings. That’s not my fault.” She remarks with a scoff.

You stared at her, your hands shaking. “You kissed me like I was the only one. You held me like I meant something. You don’t get to act innocent now. Wanda said nothing. She just stood there, arms crossed, mouth tight.

“You don’t get to keep hiding behind that excuse. You treat me like I’m disposable. You only want me when it’s convenient for you.” She turned, arms folded.

“That’s exactly what this is. Convenient. You were never anything more.” The words hit you like a punch to the chest.

You swallowed, voice shaking.

“You don’t mean that.” She stepped closer, face cold.

“Yes, I do. You’re just easy, Y/N. You’re here when I want you, and when I don’t, you sulk like a kicked puppy. It's exhausting.” Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“You’re being cruel.”

“I’m being honest,” she bit out.

“You were fine with this until your feelings got in the way. That’s not my fault. You caught feelings in a setup that was never about love. That’s on you.”

You shook your head, stepping back from her.

“No. It’s on you for leading me on. You kissed me like I mattered. You held me like I was more than just sex.”

She laughed bitterly.

“God, you really thought that meant something? It’s just sex, Y/N. You were never the only one. You just happened to be around the most.” That was it. That was the moment something inside you cracked.

Your voice dropped, barely above a whisper.

“I fell for you." Wanda flinched, but only for a second.

“That’s your problem. I never asked you to.” Silence. Your heart shattered into pieces. But even through the pain, clarity settled in.

You stared at her, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“I hope you remember this moment the next time you’re alone in this empty-ass bed. Because the one person who actually gave a damn about you? You just pushed her away.”

You grabbed your bag, hands trembling, and walked to the door. Wanda didn’t say a word. She didn’t stop you.

When you got home, your phone lit up:

Wanda: You really walked out over that?

Wanda: “You mad at me or something?”

Wanda: “You gonna sulk forever or what?”

You stared at the screen. The ache in your chest turned to resolve.

Without a second thought, you hit:

Block Contact

Again.

And then you put your phone down.

For once, you chose yourself. Because Wanda Maximoff was an ass.

_

_

You were true to your words. You didn't seek her out. She hurt you and you should've been more vigilant, you should've been smarter. But you were a fool in love.

"I'm sorry babe, I'll kick her ass if I have to." Gwen commented while Valkyrie smiled apologetically.

"You gonna say it or what?" You asked Val and she shook her head.

"As much as I want to say it, she's an ass for treating you that way."

"Yeah, I mean, once a hoe always a hoe. It just never changes." Gwen chipped in while she attempted to take the ice cream bowl away from you.

"Can't you just let me wallow in my sorrow for a while longer."

"No ways, come on. Up, we're not gonna let you sit and sulk for her. She's not wroth it." Val added and you sighed but you knew she was right.

As for Wanda. Well she still kept the unbothered facade up. At first? Wanda was fine. At least that’s what she told herself. For the first few nights? She drank. A lot. Told her friends she was better off.

“I needed space anyway.”

“She got clingy.”

“She took it too seriously.” She hooked up with someone two nights later. A redhead who looked nothing like you but kissed like she was trying to impress someone. It felt like ash in her mouth.

Empty. Hollow. No spark. The girl tried kissing her neck, and Wanda flinched.

Because that was yours. Wanda didn’t even remember her name the next morning. She tries flirting. Hooking up. Going out.

But it’s all mechanical.

The moans don’t move her.

The hands aren’t yours.

Every kiss is just a reminder of the one she can’t taste anymore.

She kept partying. Kept going out. Kept pretending she hadn’t just torched the only thing that made her life feel like it had real weight.

But then… it started creeping in. She reached for her phone one night, instinctively going to text you about a movie you’d both joked about.

Blocked.

Still.

She checked your page from a burner.

You’d posted a picture. Smiling. Glowing. Wearing that dress she once pulled up with her teeth.

There was a caption: “Unbothered. Blessed. Blocked.”

It wrecked her.

The guilt came in waves. She started seeing you in other people.

In the way someone laughed at a party.

In the scent of strawberry or cherries on a girl’s neck.

In the softness of someone’s skin who just… wasn’t you.

But nothing worked. They didn’t laugh like you. Didn’t cuss her out when she got too cocky. Didn’t touch her like they meant it. They didn’t love her.

And worse? She realized she wanted that now. From you.

Too fucking late.

Wanda tires to make it up to you but fails miserably.

She sent flowers. They got returned in pieces.  She tried to call from a friend’s phone. You hung up when you heard her voice. She sees your old hoodie in her closet. Sits down on the floor and just stares at it. She replays the fight. Hears her own voice, cruel and reckless, and feels sick.

She remembers the way you used to laugh into her collarbone. The way you’d fall asleep on her chest, hands tangled in her shirt.

You never asked for everything. You just wanted something real. And she threw it in your face.

Then she tried again in class. She tried sitting next to you, but Val slipped in that seat before sending her a nasty glare. After the class was over she tried approaching you but got stopped by the girl.

"She doesn't want to talk to you."

"What she can't speak for herself now?" Wanda said and Valkyrie just scoffed.

"You've hurt the girl multiple times, you've done and said enough don't you think?" And Gwen came out of nowhere, purposefully bumping her shoulder with Wanda's.

"You're a piece of shit. Maybe go find a piece of ass to go along with you." Wanda's jaw clenched.

"What happened between us is none of your business."

"Don't get in my face girlie or I'll just mop that smirk off of ya. We'll see who wants your raggedy ass when I'm done with you." Gwen was ready to fight, in retrospect she didn't like the Maximoff twins at all, especially what happened with her and Pietro in the past.

But Valkyrie pulled her away before things got too messy.

"Let's just go. Fighting with her is too easy." And they left the brunette girl standing there feeling useless, the weight of what she'd done really sinking in.

It’s been weeks since the fight.

The one where Wanda let her mouth run wild. Where her voice sliced you open like she didn’t know you had a heart—like she didn’t spend months holding it.

“I don’t owe you shit,” she had snapped.

“You were just another distraction. You made this messy, not me.”

“You thought this meant something? Grow up.” She watched you crumble and walk out—without tears, without begging.

She thought that was the end.

It wasn't. Because Wanda expected you'd come back. She always expected that. But days turned to weeks. You never reached out. Never looked back.

She’s tried everything to forget.

Girls. Booze. Loud music and louder nights.

She keeps waking up next to strangers and whispering your name in her sleep.

She remembers the time where she'd woken up to find some random girl changing.

“You should call whoever she is. She’s haunting you.” Wanda laughed.

Then cried in the shower an hour later.

Every night, she lies in bed staring at her ceiling. Every touch from someone else feels wrong. Every laugh feels hollow. You’re everywhere and nowhere.

She hears your voice in songs.

Smells you in dreams. And the worst part? She thought she was the player.

But in the end, you played her—because you took your heart back and meant it.

Wanda is shocked to say the least when she gets a message from your number.

Come over.

Her stomach swirls, she has no clue what this is about but she knows that this could be the perfect time to apologize, to make things right. To say the stuff that she's been keeping in for almost two months now.

She throws on the simplest outfit. None of that swagger stuff she'd wear, she doesn't even have the confidence to live up to it, because what was the point of said confidence if it wasn't for you? She walked to your dorm, head down, pockets in her hands, ready to face you.

She knocked on the door and you opened it before letting her in. Your roommate must have been gone or else Wanda wouldn't have been alive at that moment. You said nothing to her so she started.

"I-"

"Don't." You handed her a box.

"What's this?"

"It's all of your stuff that you left at my place." Wanda frowns, it settles in. She's really losing you.

"Y/n, baby please-"

"Don't baby me Wanda."

"Just listen to me, please."

"You said enough that night and other nights too. You don't have to say anything because it won't change shit. We were just casual."

"I didn't mean it."

"Of course, you never fucking mean it!" You exclaim with a laugh.

"Let me ask you something Wanda. Was it casual that times you held me after sex? When you whispered that you'd never let me go, when you stayed over? Or that time I held you when you had a panic attack. Two in the fucking morning and I did just that for you because I cared. You knew I cared and you still let me fall for you, let me believe that we were really still casual. "

Wanda let's a tear slip from her face.

"Or the times I took care of you when you were sick, or God forbid I could ever talk to anyone else because you claimed I was yours. Mine, mine, mine. The fucking bullshit you had me believe. The random checkups, the calls, the glances, the late night fleeting whispers, the possessiveness, the jealousy, was it all fucking causal? Or were you such an ass that you let me fall for you?"

Wanda doesn't say anything, she just looks down at the box in her hand.

"I'm sorry."

"You're always fucking sorry!" You're now inches away from her face. You can feel her breath on you, you can see the tear that's threatening to fall. You push her against the wall.

"You're always sorry." It just happens. Somehow her lips are on yours.

Somehow, she's got your thighs wrapped around her waist and somehow she's got you in your bed, moaning her name as she fucked you. As she curled her fingers inside of you, sucked your clit, trusted her hips inside of you, had your head falling back. Tried kissing you but you didn't want to. You didn't want to feel those soft lips of hers because maybe you'd just go crawling back to her like one of her randoms. And maybe in the end you were. Not maybe, you were. As you said nine months ago, Wanda just liked the chase.

But five hours later, with your shirt back on and Wanda fully dressed, you barely looked at her.

"You need to go. Take your box too." That's when Wanda registered that maybe this was it. Maybe not everything in the world was meant to be fixed.

Because at the end of the day, that's what you two were meant to be. Casual.

Was it ever casual?

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The Decision

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).

Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.

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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)

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You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.

With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.

“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”

Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.

It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.

"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.

You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.

"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.

"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.

"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.

The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.

“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.

"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice

This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.

"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."

If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.

After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.

You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.

“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.

“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.

It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.

This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.

“You know,” you declared sadly.

“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.

“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.

You froze when Harwin walked away from you.

“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.

“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.

“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”

His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.

“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.

You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…

But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.

You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."

And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.

"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.

Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.

"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.

You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.

*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.

"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.

He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing you. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. His brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.

"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"

Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.

You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”

"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.

"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.

In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.

"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.

Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.

You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.

“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.

“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”

You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.

You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in your eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."

And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.

“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.

Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.

Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.

Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.

“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.

He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.

"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.

Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.

Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.

"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.

The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.

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perfect ~ Dom! Choso x Chubby! Insecure! Reader

Choso is one big man. He could pick you up and throw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing- but recently, you started to become a little distant with your boyfriend; your sex drive has gone down dramatically, you don't really let your boyfriend hug you under your arms let alone touch your stomach or thighs. Choso has always known about your insecurities regarding your weight and body figure- but he thinks that everything about you absolutely perfect in every way possible. He's absolutely crazy about you, especially your body. But recently, you don't think so.

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Dom! Choso x Chubby! Insecure! Reader smut. Alternative AU. reader is a liiiiiittle bit of an ooc, whoops. Praising, sweet talk, face grabbing, heavy choking, air / wall sex (?), oral sex, breeding, manhandling, body checking, (you're all perfect no matter what, I love you ♡), choso has tattoos and piercings,,,, yummy. CHUBBY GIRLIES NEED LOVE TOO GUYS!!!

Choso and you have a love so deep for each other, that oftentimes, it feels like it was written in a story book. You guys are two halves of the same person, and one without the other was rare- uncommon. What was weird about it, is that you two are polar opposites. He prefers things a certain way, you prefer things another. Although there have been bumps in the relationship due to the differences you two face, nether of you could think of a life without the other in it. You guys were fated, that's the way things were, and will continue to be.

Choso is undeniably crazy about you. Everything you do, anything you say is perfect to him. Your mind, body, and soul were devastatingly beautiful. He would do anything you asked him to do without second thought, he even does things you don't ask him to. The first moment he laid eyes on you in his tattoo shop, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was even worked up the entire time he was tattooing you too, wandering eyes that trailed a little too far down your body for his own good. What made the experience even better was how talkative you were with him, how warm and comfortable you made the atmosphere of his tattoo studio feel. The two of you talked for hours about the most random things- he got to know you a little.

After that tattoo appointment, he wanted to know more about you. He wanted to know everything, he wanted everything. You were just so beautiful, he couldn't help himself.

and you felt the exact same way. Your eyes fixated on the tattoos that littered his arms and neck. The way his lip piercings complimented his face perfectly. His deep, raspy voice making you feel things you shouldn't about a stranger. And especially the way his fingers moved on your skin as he marks you with his art. You couldnt help yourself. Six months later, you came in for a touch up on your beautiful tattoo and things blossomed from there.

Now here you were, three blissful years later in your shared apartment. Choso was at the studio as you lay in your bed, scrolling on your phone looking through your social media. A beautiful, blonde haired, skinny girl popped up and suddenly, the salt and vinegar chips you were eating felt like glass. The girl was beautiful, you just wish you looked like her.

Getting up off the bed, you walked into the kitchen and put your chips away, grabbing a glass of water instead to wash down the glass. After finishing, you set the now empty glass on the counter and run your fingers through your hair with a sigh.

You walked into the living room, stopping in the middle of it, looking at the weights and yoga mat in the corner of the apartment.

"I really need to lose weight" you sigh again. No matter what you do, no matter what gym you go to, no matter what you eat, and no matter what workouts you try to do, you just can't seem to lose the pudge on your tummy or any weight on your thighs. Having choso help you target different areas on your body while working out has made you feel a little better- like you were trying- and you appreciate him for being so supportive, but alas, here you were.

You roll your eyes and walk into your shared bedroom. You look around the room in search of any entertainment. After a minute, your eyes fixate on the new bags of clothes that sit on your vanity. They were so cute, Choso helped you pick them. Frilly skirts, cute crop tops, a couple dresses, short skirts, and so much more. You smile and walk over to the bags, beginning to go through them.

You pull out a baby pink, spaghetti strapped top that has the cutest design ever. You're about to try it on before your insecurities cloud your mind once more.

my arms are too big for this..

You inhale deeply and clench your jaw, setting the article of clothing back in its bag before pulling out another. A white, short lace ruffle skirt. you remember choso picking it out for you.

"This would compliment your legs so well baby, put it in the pile, I'll buy it"

You smile at the recent memory, you go to slide your underwear down your legs, as you're only wearing one of choso's baggy shirts and panties, but before you can do that, another insecurity pops up, making you huff in frustration.

the stretch marks on my thighs are gonna ruin how pretty the skirt is.

You groan and throw the skirt back to the vanity and sit down on the edge of the bed. your thoughts now running wild. You promised yourself you wouldn't do this anymore, yet here you were, walking over to the mirror on your sliding closet doors and lifting up the shirt, observing your body. Your eyes pick apart every. single. fragment of your figure, and your mind degrades them.

My thighs are too big, my stretch marks are so deep, my stomach is too flabby, my arms are too fat

You pick yourself apart while looking in the mirror. just as you're about to degrade yourself again, you let choso's shirt go and it dangles down past your mid thigh.

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, your head in your hands as your eyes start to sting and you chew on the skin of your bottom lip until it bleeds.

Choso bubbles in excitement when he approaches the front door, excited to finally be home with his love. He's so happy to spend the rest of the day with you he impatiently opens the door and closes it behind him.

"Y/n, babydoll i'm home!" his voice echos off the walls of the apartment before its silent once more. Silent apart from the little sniffles coming from your bedroom. His smiling face falters at the sound, setting his phone, wallet, and keys down on the couch before pushing the door to the room open.

He sees you, sitting in the middle of the bed with your knees in your face and your hair a mess. His heart breaks a little at the sight. You hear the door open and instantly look up with tears running down your plump cheeks and a pout on your lips. Choso's emotions match yours, but his are a little more angry.

Its not anger directed at you, he could never be angry with his little princess, he's angry with whatever has upset you, and he's going to find the root of whatever it is, and terminate that. Even if it's a person, he doesn't give a fuck.

You instantly wipe your tears and give him a fake smile, trying to pretend you were okay. He frowns at you and walks over to the bed in front of you.

"I didn't hear you come in, how was your day cho?" you smile at him again. He can tell it's fake because your eyes scrunch up whenever your smile is genuine. He crosses his toned arms over his broad chest and looks down at you. Your smile falters just a hair as you stare back at him.

"mine was fine, how was yours." He says, his voice full of questions.

"mine was okay, I took a nap earlier" you replied, not looking away from him. He raises an eyebrow at your clear lie and tilts his head to the side.

"enough. what's wrong y/n." he demands an answer. your eyes widen as you take a sharp inhale and look around the room, anywhere but choso. you sit criss cross in the middle of the bed and your arms move slowly to hug yourself, your eyes stinging again. Choso looks around the room to find anything that could have upset you, and his eyes land on the bags of clothes that were obviously rummaged through and he puts two and two together, his attitude changing instantly as he turns to face you.

"oh honey" is all he says and your crying all over again. you bring your hands to your face and cover your eyes, crying into your palms as your loving boyfriend shuffles onto the bed to sit behind you, wrapping you in his arms and bringing you closer. You shuffle away from him uncomfortably as his arms are wrapped around your tummy.

Choso sighs at your actions and forces you to sit on his lap, your back flush against his chest. he brings his head to rest on your shoulders and gives you feather light kisses on your neck and cheeks. You guys sit like that for a while, you crying as he holds you through your breakdown.

"I just- feel like- im too heavy for you- im so big-" you hiccup out a sob before continuing

"im so ugly- my body is ugly and- and my stretch marks are so unflat- unflattering-" another hiccuped sob escapes your throat

"you're so- handsome and so strong- there are so many- other girls- skinnier and prettier girls- you could be with anybody you want and- and you chose me" you're cries got quieter as you bring your soaked hands away from your face, rubbing on choso's shirt your wearing.

Choso shakes his head in disbelief and forces your body to face him. He moves a strand of hair out of your face and cups your cheek, forcing your face to his, but your eyes avoid contact with his.

"look at me baby" his words soft and gentle. You shake your head and close your eyes, disobeying him.

"I said look at me, y/n." Choso's stern voice came back. He only does that whenever he absolutely needs you to listen to him, or when you're having sex. Right now, he needs you to hear his words. Your eyes fly open at his tone of voice, knowing he's serious. you look into his eyes that are filled with unlimited amounts of love, you could get lost in them.

"you listen to me baby, understand?" his stern voice never faltering and it makes a chill run down your spine as you nod your head. He smiles at you softly and looks at the entirety of your face.

"good girl" his tone softens and it makes you feel more at ease. he looks deeply into your eyes as he continues.

"you are so unbelievably beautiful, you just don't see yourself that way. everything about you is perfect. your face," he kisses your cheeks and eyelids, making a small giggle bubble up out of your throat and it makes choso smile hearing your soft laugh.

"your mind" he kisses your forehead.

"and even your body." he looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you in his shirt. You shift uncomfortably under his gaze and he takes notice of your action, trailing his hands up your thighs and around your waist, and to your surprise, you let him do so. He lifts you up and forces you to sit on his lap facing him.

"you are so perfect, I wish I could give you my eyes so you could see just how perfect you truly are" his breath fans your face as you look up to the freakishly big man, your hands dangle at your sides. he cups your cheeks with both of his hands, caressing the warm skin with his thumbs.

"you are not, and you never will be too big for me. I don't care what size you are, big or small, you will always be my babydoll." he kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips before pulling away from you.

"I don't want any of those other girls, you are the only one for me, and you're the only girl I need. you are so much more than them, everything about you is. I love you for you, your body is just a plus, and I love it." you smile at him softly, dragging your hands up and down his strong arms, feeling his muscles under your fingertips. you stare into his loving eyes, but they falter once more when a thought comes into your mind. Choso moves one of his hands down to cup the back of your neck, rubbing it, and the other settles itself on your thigh, caressing the tender skin.

"cho,, i dont.. i dont deserve you.." choso shakes his head, moving his arms down to push you further into his body, your chest almost flushed against his.

"you, my precious girl, are perfect for me. I don't want it any other way." you sniffle at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck and burry your face into his chest, getting as close to him as possible. choso wraps his arms around your frame, one hand cupping the back of your head and stroking your hair, the other rubbing small circles on your back.

"shh, its okay baby, you're okay. my pretty girl, my beautiful love, my sweet baby" his words of reassurance bring you comfort, calming you down. he brings his head to the crook of your neck, littering your skin in soft kisses. your hold on him falters as you pull away, he repeats your actions and leans back ever so slightly to look at you.

"I love you." his breath fans your face, you look into him, stare into him really. your face turns the slightest shade of pink at his words.

"im serious, y/n. I love you, with my entire existence I love you." he cups your head once more, and you can't help it. you lean in just a hair and kiss him, deeply. you kiss him so intentently, trying to show him how much you love him. he hums into your mouth, moving his hands down to your waist, and for the first time in what seems like months, you don't flinch away from his touch, nor do you feel like you're too much. his huge hands swallow your figure. no matter how big you think you are, he will always be able to make you feel so small and loved. he adjusts you even closer onto him, your bodies now pressed against one another.

his hands wonder your body, rubbing your back, waist, and thighs. he loves touching you, its his favorite thing to do. he wants to explore every crevice of your body as if its his first time. you always make him feel like he's floating on a cloud, a drunk, happy cloud. your arms around his neck push him closer into you, arching your back as if that would help you dissolve into his body in order to become one person, your tongue licks the bottom of his lip and he opens his mouth, teeth and tounges colliding in a sloppy kiss. choso pulls his head away a couple centimeters from yours and looks at you. he observes your pink cheeks and full lips, biting the inside of his cheek before he speaks.

"let me show you how much I love you y/n, let me show you how beautiful you are" he leans his forehead on yours in the middle of his plea, closing his eyes as he breathes in, slowly losing his restraint. you're already driving him crazy and all the two of you did was kiss.

"will you let me show you how crazy you make me?" you nod your head and within a fraction of a second, choso is pressing your body against his as he flips you over onto your back, hovering over you. one of his hands caressing your thighs as you pull him into kiss you, paying no mind the cold jewelry pierced into his lip. the other holds himself up above your frame, resting above your head. this kiss is far more passionate, your hands tangle in his dark hair as he spreads your legs with his hand, grinding his clothed dick against your needy center. you whine into his mouth at the contact and he takes the opportunity to sneakily push his tongue into your mouth, exploring.

his grinding is slow and sensual, making you needy and wet. he bites your bottom lip softly before detaching himself, hovering over to look at you. he stands up off the bed and takes his shirt off, throwing it on your vanity. his black shirt oddly complimenting your pink skin care and eyeshadow pallets. he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed so your legs dangle off the sides. you squeal at his actions followed by a giggle. he smiles down at you as the sound of your laughter bubble out of your throat, echoing inside the chambers of his skill.

his tattoo's are on full display, and your mouth waters. he's so attractive, especially with the way he looks at you. sinful, yet so loving. he's admiring you as if you were his most prized possession, and to him you were. his hands find their way to the hem of his shirt you're wearing, and he slowly starts undressing you.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, but I love taking them off of you even more." he says looking directly into your eyes, his hands brush your sides so lightly, it makes you shriek, laughing as he pauses in confusion.

"that tickled !" if smiles could kill, he'd be a dead man. you look so precious when you're bubbly and happy. he wants nothing more than to make you smile like that every second of every day for the rest of his life. and he plans to.

Choso doesn't move, he just stares at you. a smile plastered on his lips matching yours. he looks all up and down your body, admiring all your curves. the tiger stripe-like stretch marks make his mouth water. the pudge of your tummy perfect in his eyes- but he wouldn't mention it to you because he knows how much you dislike that part of you- even though he finds it sexy. the way there is so much more of you to love.

"I love you"

this time, you can feel just how deep those words are, a pout on your lips and you feel like crying all over again. not because of your insecurities, those are pushed to the back of your mind. but because the man before you single handedly just made you feel so loved and complete in a way you've never felt before.

"I love you"

he takes in a couple more seconds of your innocent, loving look before he shakes his head with a low chuckle, continuing to lift the shirt off of you completely, throwing it in the same direction he did his own shirt.

now, you sit on the bed completely naked apart from the lacy purple panties, causing choso to suck in a breath at the sight.

his favorite color

He smiles to himself, walking up to you, standing in in-between your legs.

He looks down at you, grabbing your jaw in his hands and making you look up at him. he tounges one of his lip piercings before speaking

"you're so unbelievably gorgeous, baby. such pretty girl." he leans down, his grip on your face held in place as he whispers

"too bad i'm about to ruin you, hm?" you shiver as he stands back up, a shit eating grin on his face as you clamp your thighs together. he leans back down, his hands on either side of your body as his lips find yours in a slow, deep kiss. you sigh into him once you feel one his hands on your inner thigh, tracing its way upwards to your core. His lips detach from yours with a wet 'pop'

"spread your legs for me sweetheart" you happily oblige, spreading your thighs apart enough for his hand to make contact with your clothed pussy. he runs his long fingers down the slit of your cunt, feeling how needy you already are.

"so wet already? all for me?" he taunts, and you can feel the smirk on his face through the tone of his voice, not even needing to look at him. you whimper at his words, moving your hands to his back, holding onto him. his fingers pinpoint your clit, drawing slow circles on the bundle of nerves, making yet another deep whimper escape your mouth. his forehead is now pressed against yours, watching the moans spill from your lips as your eyes close. he pushes your underwear to the side, the pads of his fingers now massaging your bare clit.

he's slow and concentrated, making sure you feel the pleasure he brings you throughout your entire body. one particular swipe over your clit has you closing your thighs around his hand, and he doesn't like that very much.

his hand disappears and you fling your eyes open, only to see choso slowly get down on his knees in front of you. he takes his hands and places them on your knees, forcing your thighs far apart.

"if you can't keep your legs spread apart for me, looks like 'm gonna have to keep them open myself" his hands reach for your panties, pulling them down your knees and past your ankles, discarding them across the room. his hands reposition themselves back onto your knees, keeping them spread apart, barring your pussy, open and right in front of his face.

He hums at the sight, drinking in the view of your wet clit and slightly throbbing hole. he stands up, and slowly pushes you down onto your back, laying down. he mimics your actions, coming down and hovering over you, holding himself up on one of his arms, the other tracing small patterns on the inside of your thigh. he kisses your lips deeply, you hum into his mouth, your hands coming to wrap around his neck holding him closer. his lips detach from yours and he starts kissing your neck, leaving the prettiest shade of his favorite color all over your skin. his kisses trail down your collarbones, teeth scraping against your skin as tiny moans and whines drip from your lips.

choso makes his way down to your breasts, looking at your perky nipple and oh how he could spend hours upon hours sucking, biting and playing with your breasts, but now isn't the time, so he decides to kiss it once, then twice before kissing it softly, the cool metal of his lip rings pressing into your flesh. he wraps his lips around your sensitive bud and sucking directly after, pulling yet another string of moans out of your throat. he chuckles into your boob, his free hand coming to fondle with the other, picking and pulling your nipple.

"oh my god- c-cho" you whine, your hands coming up to his spikes hair and tugging on his pony tails. his sucking gets more aggressive as does his hand, but you can't help yourself from moaning into him, arching your back. after a minute of assaulting your boobs, he sits up slightly, your nipple still being bit, and it draws a small hiss of pain out of you before he detaches himself.

he chuckles at your reaction, kissing your skin once more down your sternum and to your stomach and abdomen. he kisses the plump flesh, resting his head on your tummy and looking up at you, admiring you and your body.

"you're so beautiful" he says, making a dark pink plush rise to color your cheeks you smile down at him, not needing any words in that moment.

choso proceeds with his kisses down your stomach, finishing off with a kiss directly above your clit, face to face with your heat, his breath fanning your pussy as he speaks.

"god, everything about you really is perfect, look at your pussy baby" he says, bragging to himself, thoughts of how lucky he is to have such a breathtaking woman. before you had the chance to look, the feeling his warm tongue on your clit has you yelping in surprise. he looks up at you, your face contorting into one of pleasure.

Choso licks a couple stripes up your slit before focusing on your clit, sucking harshly enough for another yelp to bounce off the walls. his teeth bite down. a sharp, pleasurable sensation that sends vibrations throughout your entire body. you lay on your back, but choso doesn't take his eyes off of you.

his mouth does wonders on your throbbing clit, his tongue fast and relentless as he eats you out. your juices drip down his chin, but he doesn't care. as a matter of fact, he can't get enough. so he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy even farther into his face, drowning himself in your pussy. you gasp at the sudden movement, but moans of pleasure follow directly after. you sit up on your forearms as you watch your boyfriend completely devour you.

you feel the coil in your stomach approaching quickly, a knot about to snap. your legs shake in his hold and your whines grow louder. Choso's sinister laugh is swallowed by your pussy, but you were still able to hear it.

his sucking becomes harsher as you approach your fast growing orgasm. you throw your head back in ecstasy and there are tears in your eyes. its been such a long time since he's eaten you out so you're much more sensitive than normal, and he can tell.

"ch-cho-so please, need- plea, need to-"

"cum for me pretty, you can do it sweet girl" he interrupts your please of release and not even a second later, your creaming all over his face, painting his nose and chin in your fluids.

"so good for me hmm" he says into your clit as the motions on your clit come to a slow hault, making sure you come down from your orgasm at a smooth pace. your body is limp, but he's nowhere close to being done with you.

his mouth leaves your heat and he gently puts your legs down as you sit up on your forearms weakly. you see him undoing his belt buckle and his pants hitting the floor, his boxers following. his dick is hard as it slaps against his abdomen. you remember how tall and muscular he is, so his dick was to be big too, you just dont remember very well its been so long. his arms move towards your body, and you feel him lift your hips up and grab your ass. you sit up fully so you're facing him completely.

"hold onto me sweetheart" he says and you wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist; picking you up into the air as if you were as light as a feather. you feel his dick prodding at your entrance as he carries you over to the sliding mirror of your closet.

choso throws you into the air slightly so your legs fall from his waist with a yelp dripping from your lips. He catches you and spins your body around so the both of you are looking at your reflections. one of his arms wraps around your body under your arm, his hand coming to your throat, wrapping his fingers around your neck, a couple landing on the base of your jaw as he forces you to look into the mirror at the two of you. his other hand sneakily pushes your hips back against his front, your ass pressed against his dick as he grinds into you from behind.

"look at yourself baby, such a pretty thing you are, my angel, I can't believe how lucky I am." he kisses the back of your head. looking at yourself, you see how well the both of you fit together, how small you look when you're next to him. you actually feel pretty for once.

"god, its like you were made for me. you look so pretty like this baby. my beautiful darling" he speaks into your ear. you whine, needing him, throbbing for him.

"choso please, I need- please" you beg him and he smiles, looking up through his stray hairs in his face, making eye contact with you through the mirror

"please what, angel?" he asks, teasing you. it feels like you're going to explode with need, you can't take it any longer.

"please fuck me, please I need you, I want you please-" he cuts you off by hooking his arm under your knee, lifting your feet off the ground, your legs now dangling in the air. His other hand still wrapped around your throat. Even though what he's doing is dangerous, and you've never done something like this before, he's gentle with you. Your air supply is cut off slightly as he lifts you into the air, your back pressed against his chest so you're not completely hanging.

Choso walks forward, pressing your breasts and chest into the mirror. his hand that's hooked under your dangling leg presses against the mirror, making sure he has a good grip against the glass to make sure you don't slip from his hold. his chest still pressing up against your back, using his body as leverage to hold you up in the air.

"cho-so wait-" your worried tone reaches his ears and he kisses your cheek

"its okay pretty, I got you, I wont let you fall I promise" he reassures you, and his words ease your mind. this position is new- and scary- to you, but you trust your lover, so you let him continue. with the arm that choso has his arm wrapped under yours and gripping your throat, you move your hand to rest on his forearm, your other coming to press against the mirror for a reassuring grip.

You feel his dick at your entrance, the position lining you up perfectly. choso slowly sinks you down as he thrusts up into you, bottoming out inside you completely. choso's whine mixed with a low groan fills your ears as you whimper into the mirror, arching your back.

"oh god, you're so tight 'nd warm, fuck you drive me insane" you hiss loudly at the familiar stretch, but your pain is quickly overridden by pleasure as he continues thrusting inside of you from behind, bouncing your body up against the mirror, your boobs still jiggling and nipples hard against the glass.

Your moans grow louder as the position he's fucking you in helps him reach deeper angles inside of you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. your dangling legs start shaking, your bodies beginning to sweat against each other as choso moans and groans into your ear, his breath hitting your skin. your fingernails did into the skin of his tattooed arm and you lean your head back into his chest, looking up at his face. Moans and whimpers drip off the both of your lips, the sweetest tune coming together in harmony.

"f-fuck ch-cho pl-please to- much ag-" your hiccuped moans cause him to chuckle into your ear, a deep, sinister sound that makes you squeeze around his cock.

"you're takin' me so well, f-fuck baby, 'm gonna fill you so full, fuck my pretty angel so full of my cum, bet you'd like that yeah?" he speaks directly into your ear, your pussy fluttering around his dick, squeezing and unsqueezing him so tightly, he could come at any second- but he holds back. your guys' mixed juices spill onto the floor below you, dripping down your leg and coating his balls and abdomen. the only sound in the room is skin slapping and moans, disgusting and needy moans.

His thrusts inside you are relentless, his cock driving up into you, his tip brushing up against your sweetest spot repeatedly, causing you to draw out the sweetest of sound that are choso's most favorite song. your legs are thrashing now, his grip on your throat tightening.

"'m so- clo-se ch-o please I can't, please let me cum- please!' your broken begs for release go ungranted to choso.

"hold it." his command stern as he pulls away from the mirror, you still in his hold as curses under his breath. He walks over to the bed, throwing you onto it with ease. He crawls around you, perching himself behind you as spins you onto your knees- ass up. He gently grabs your hips with one hand, the other grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you look into the mirror, right at your guys' reflection.

"this-" he thrusts his hard dick back inside your tight cunt "is my most favorite place in the world." without letting you go, he leans down and kisses your cheek, your mouth slack open in a beautiful "oh" shape and your eyes roll back into your skull.

his thrusts pick up the pace, his hips snapping against the flesh of your ass turning it red. the hand on your hips sneaks down and around you to rub your clit. a small yelp bouncing off the walls, your hands gripping the sheets below you.

"oh fuck, oh my god, I love you, I love you so much" choso's praisely perfect whines sends electric shocks straight to your clit as it pulsates into his fingers.

"you were made for me angel, so perfect, prettiest girl ive ever laid my eyes on- shit" he's looking at your face in the mirror, and if he could, he would tattoo that shit onto him- and he's actually considering it, because you look like the most beautifully disgusting painting he's ever created, fucking you as if it was the last time.

you were such a beautiful mess, all for him, created for him. he really was crazy about you. especially when he was making you and your pussy scream in pleasure- and that's exactly what he's doing.

"you're so pretty darling, drivin' me so crazy" you can't help but mewl at his words, feeling like you were on the edge of explosion. He can tell by the look on your face and the way your pussy begins to milk his cock. his grip tightens in your hair and leans down, biting your earlobe

"look at me sweetheart, look at me when I stuff you full of my cum and breed you like the pretty little whore you are"

your eyes fly open, looking directly into his. he sits up, lets go of your hair, and both of his hands come to grip the skin of your hips, his ruthless thrusts snapping against your ass are forceful as your moans turn into the most beautiful screams.

"takin' my cock so well, gon' take my cum next, how does that sound pretty?"

with one final thrust, you cream all over his cock with a moan, squeezing and fluttering all around him as he shoots white hot ropes of him cum deep inside you, throwing his head back with a loud groan. he pushes his hips farther into you, making sure you take all of him.

your cum leaks down your thighs as well as his, your legs shaking. if it weren't for the tight grip on your hips, you would have collapsed onto the bed by now.

He loosens his grip on you, gently pulling his softening dick out of your pussy. he puts you down on the bed softly and flips you over on your back and crawls on top of you, one of his hands coming to flatten your hair down and massage your sweaty face.

He cups your cheek and kisses your lips tenderly, then your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, and then your nose. his eyes gaze into yours with admiration and love, and you can't help but reciprocate.

"I really do wish you could see yourself the way I do, sweetheart. beautiful-" he kisses your nose again

"kind-" your forehead

"and perfect" he kisses your lips, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"I love you, choso"

"I love you, angel"

[jedi-starbird]

A happier galaxy where the disaster lineage is somewhat less on fire constantly and senior padawan Obi-wan has developed a fixation on Mandalorians:

Sometimes Feemor regretted just how much he had given away when he had spent 5 expensive months bribing a traumatised Obi-wan to call him brother when he was 14. His dignity, for one, his access codes and shadow cloaking techniques, another. So he had a very dignified reaction when he was awoken to the shine of his younger brother's eyes in the dark at the foot of his bed. "I wou-stop screaming it's just me-I would like a Mandalorian. How do I procure one?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

Obi-wan scowled as if Feemor was being difficult, he wasn't, he wasn't quite awake enough for that yet. "You're a shadow, you're supposed to know things."

Ah, if being a shadow granted you the secrets of the universe instead of just a great many planetary governments, Feemor wouldn't spend so much time wondering what dark rituals Dooku had committed to result in Qui-gon Jinn. (He already knew what regular rituals Qui-gon had committed to result in Obi-wan)

"I know that I'm about to punt you out of my room right now."

"...My birthday is coming up, I believe I deserve compensation for all the traumas."

Obi-wan's eyes were very big now. Feemor sighed. He flopped back down into bed. He resisted the urge to pull his blankets back up and roll over. 'Oh sure when it's time to see mind healers everything's fine but now-'

"Shouldn't you be asking Master then?"

"Master would not approve of how I plan to use the Mandalorian."

He squinted at Obi-wan for a long moment. Obi-wan stared back. He did some quick mental maths and tried not to feel old. Eh. Fine. Feemor swung his legs out of bed. "You had me at 'Master wouldn't approve'."

"Do you think I could get one by walking into little Keldabe and asking very nicely?"

As it turns out, yes he could. A few too many in fact, apparently Jedi, their ancestral enemy, in the Mando district attracted attention, who knew? Feemor knew, Feemor would have known if only he had been properly awake when this semblence of a plan was proposed. He stalked through the cantina towards Obi-wan who was leaning slightly forwards against a pillar, ah...speaking, to a Mandalorian with painted orange armour while surrounded by a larger crowd of Mandos. At least they seem mostly amused. He ignored the youngers squawk as he yanked the back of his robes so that he moved away from the Mandalorian and spun him around.

"You cannot solve centuries of animosity by batting your eyelashes."

"I'm not batting my eyelashes " Obi-wan sniffed," I'm shaking my ass, there's decidedly more effort involved."

"I miss when I was an only child." Feemor sighed deeply. He used the force to scruff the neck of Obi-wan's robes and dangle him slightly in the air. He ignored the shouting from beside him and bowed politely to the staring Mandos. "My apologies for the disturbance, this will not happ-" He considered his brother who was now yelling out his personal comm code with a wink. " Please excuse us, this very probably will happen again, we shall workshop it. May the force be with you all."

I don't have a fully planned AU but it is Codywan!!! cause I love those bitches but have some more dialogue I came up with for this AU. I'm imagining them both as like 20-23, Obi's close to knighthood. He's still a padawan for this because I think him causing Qui-gon headaches is funny. Feemor fully thinks this complicated courtship dance Obi's created is funny, he likes studying his little brother like a bug, he just wasn't prepared for him to just waltz into little kelbade and start hitting on people, though he really should have been.

Hand wavy timeline with Jaster alive but the clones are still clones, Jango was kidnapped and held in stasis or something, Jaster claimed them as Mandos. This is really just about Obi's first and biggest diplomatic achivement being friendly Jedi-Mando relations purely cause he was in his thot era. This also somehow saves the galaxy from the sith.

I like to imagine that Cody's brothers recorded that little exchange between Fee and Obi on their helmets and uploaded it online where it went viral on MandoNet before going viral galaxywide because wait holy shit is that a Jedi saying that????. Qui-gon gets called in for a very weird meeting where the council's like ok so the entire holonet has seen your padawan being horny on main but also this is like the biggest jump in our diplomatic relationship with the Mandos in centuries so like can we keep this up somehow? This results in Obi-wan being holonet famous, first through vode recordings but then he starts a space tumblr and twitter account and he's famous now. Then his friends and other jedi start accounts because wait we're allowed to do that? and those become big as well and this is literally the best PR the jedi have had in hundreds of years. the holonet loves them. the sith are fuming.

Obi-wan, scoffing: What were they gonna do? Shoot me? Feemor: Yes. Obi-wan: I don't believe in blasters. Bly: ...like as a concept...? Obi-wan: No, spiritually.

Obi-wan: I'm sure there's a nice Mandalorian we can find for you Feemor: I'm not sure those 2 words belong together Obi-wan: No of course not, we can't find a nice one, then they'd be all alone, we need to find an absolute bastard of one so that you two match :)

Obi-wan: Oh so Master gets to take in pathetic life forms but I don't? This one's already domesticated! Wolffe: Debatable. Feemor: Cody's a person! Not a stray tooka! Obi-wan: Master takes in stray people all the time! That's how he got me!

Qui-gon: How do you explain this behaviour Padawan ? Obi-wan: The force pushed me towards the Mandalorians Master, it was quite insistent on me developing better relations with them given our difficult history. Feemor: Fascinating, please do elaborate, I'd love to hear the theological implications of a force-assigned kink.

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Be An Angel For Me | s.mg

-♡ genre/au: non idol au, ceo!mingi x innocent!fem fiancee reader, dom!mingi x sub!reader

-♡ warnings: kinda mean mingi, punishment lol, spanking, mingi has a sir kink, pet names (angel, honey)

"Wow Mingi your fiancée is beautiful, how come you dont bring her around often?" Mingi winces on the inside at the compliment towards you, his blood starting to boil. "She's such a catch boss! I need to find a girl like her." A fake laugh leaves Mingi's lips as he clenches his jaw.

"Yeah that's my angel for you."

Mingi's work event drags for him, the constant comments about your looks, how your hair sways, the way your eyes close you smile, your pretty doe eyes but the way his subordinates would wrap their arm around your shoulders really sent him over the edge. Oh how he wished he never brought you. "Min honey...? Are you okay?" You whisper in his ear, you noticed him observing your every move from across the room just minutes before.

"Yeah angel, I'm okay." His voice cold, lowering his gaze to look at you. "Five minutes and we're out of here." You nod your head giving him a sweet smile. You've always been an obedient girl, never questioning Mingi. However you were quite naive not noticing the flirtatious comments Mingi's subordinates were throwing at you. Mingi knows you didn't mean any harm, he knows you didn't mean to play along with their comments. But that doesn't change the fact that he is livid.

"Alright guys, we're heading out. I hope you all enjoyed yourself! See you all in the morning, get home safe!" He announced to the room, giving a bow as you wrapped your arm around his and proceed to leave the venue. He looks down at you coldly. "You sure that you're okay Min..? You look upset." Your voice laced with concern. "We can talk later." His sentence short, but once again you didn't question it.

Mingi opens the passenger side door for you, you enter swiftly "Thank you honey." He nods as he closes the door and enters the drivers side. He puts the keys into the ignition. "They piss me off so much." Mingi whispers to himself as he pulls out of the parking lot. "Why you say that hm?" He simply looks at you, you nod knowing not to press the issue. He continues to white-knuckle the steering wheel on the way home.

It was such a silent drive home, you can't help but give glances towards Mingi hoping he would warm up but still kept his cold demeanor. As you finally reach your shared condo Mingi finally speaks. "Once we get inside I expect you to have your dress off, wait for me on the bed." You nod your head "Yes, sir." He gets out the car, opening the door for you. You exit the car, grabbing the keys from your purse and head into your condo.

You open the door entering your room as you quickly slip off your dress leaving you in your bra and panties. You get onto the edge of the bed sitting on your knees when you hear the front door open again. You hear the locking of the door as Mingi's footsteps get closer to the to the bedroom. He sighs, running his hair through his fingers as he sits on the bed next to you before pulling you over his lap.

"Be an angel for me, okay" Mingi runs his calloused hands along your ass giving it a tight squeeze. "You're going to count, if you fuck up we're starting again...got it?" "Yes, sir" He hums at your response. Laying down the first spank on your right cheek, "One" you hiss at the pain. He rubs your cheek before spanking you again "Two" He chuckles at your counting. "Shouldn't let you leave the house anymore." Another smack comes down "Three" you gasp at the progressively harder hits.

"I hate the way people look at you, with lust in their eyes...yet you allow it" SMACK. "Four" He admires the hand prints on your ass for a second. "Do I not give you enough attention angel?" SMACK. "You give me enough attention sir, five" You whimper out, the stinging on your ass sends a wave of heat over your body. "Then you need to stop acting like a whore angel, gotta stop letting people touch you" SMACK. "S-six"

"Just four more, can you handle that angel?" Mingi rubs your red asscheeks, "Yes, I can handle it" He suddenly stops soothing your ass, "Yes, what angel... Do I have to punish you more?" Your breath hitches "Yes, sir I'm sorry." "There you go angel." SMACK. "F-Fuck seven sir." Without giving you a chance to think. SMACK. "Oh my god! Eight!" He traces the red hand prints on your ass, an attempt to soothe the pain. "You're so good for me angel, just two more I promise." You can't help but to whine, he was so rough with you yet so gentle with his words.

Mingi smirks to himself as he lays down another smack, "N-nine~" You slur as you flinch your back arching slightly. Mingi's hand comes down one last time, "Ten sir!" Your lip quivers as you look at Mingi. He swiftly turns you around, making you sit in his lap "C'mere angel, gonna run a bath for you." His gaze softens as he looks at your face. "You did so good for me, I'm very proud of you."

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The art of pleasure ch.1

Caress ° Bang Chan

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY wc: 1431

Warnings: fraternity skz, inexperienced reader, experienced chan and stray kids, kissing, frat party, a bitch, insecurities

The art of pleasure masterlist

A/N: Hello, thank you so much for the support on this series!! This chapter is pretty tame BUT IT IS THE FIRST, so don't worry about it!! Channie girls don't worry he's gonna get some later ;)

Another semester. Another party at the only frat house on campus, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual room filled with flowing alcohol and the usual people, dancing to the usual songs. You’re sure it might be the idea of fun of some of the people that surrounded you but not yours, obviously not yours. That was why you were the only unusual thing in there. You weren’t a party animal, you weren’t so extroverted as to go to a party to have fun. Unfortunately it was also your best friend’s birthday who happened to be the president of the fraternity, so you really couldn’t have said no to his invitation. 

The scene in front of you shifted. A drunk girl started approaching you.

“Oh my god, Y/N! You’re here, I’m so happy to see you,” the girl, from one of your classes, threw her arms around you and squeezed tightly. The feeling of her foreign body pressed against yours made you shiver uncomfortably. 

“Oh, c’mon Y/Nnie, loosen up a little!” Alice said with a sly slime. Before you could commit murder in cold blood in front of your whole year, your two (out of three) friends pulled you away into a more secluded area of the room. In front of you laid a messy circle of people, intently focused on a spinning bottle.

‘Yuck’

“I can't believe people still play spin the bottle at their old age,” Shuhua mumbled as disgusted as you.

“You read my mind,Shu.”

“Omg Y/Nnie! You want to play spin the bottle? Wouldn't it be embarrassing tho? Since you're a virgin at your big age,” Alice fell into a fit of giggles, soon followed by her friends.

“God, she cannot be serious,” you whispered to your friends while you all collectively side-eyed the bitch. And that was exactly what she was, nothing other than a bitch. But then why was your face burning in shame and your heart racing? Why were your palms sweating so much? You shouldn't have been that affected but you were.

For the whole night you couldn’t help but think about Alice's words, because no matter how spiteful they were and how much of a bitch she was, they were also true. You were a virgin “at your big age”, but that had never bothered you until you had entered college. Never in your life had you seen so many people get involved with each other and in some ways you felt pushed aside and in the dark about this magical new world that everybody had already discovered, everybody but you. 

The red solo cup in your hands wrinkled slightly under your fingertips as you squeezed it. You shouldn’t have been thinking about those things, why were you hyperfocusing right now?

“You’re supposed to collect the cups, babygirl, not strangle them,”a masculine voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts. Bang Chan, the birthday boy and your best friend. You and Chan had known each other since your first year of college, he had saved you from making a fool out of yourself the first day and walked you to your lecture hall. Since then he had stuck by your side and helped you make some new friends even if you were extremely picky with people.

“Ew, Christopher, I told you not to call me that,” you grimaced at the cringey name. He just giggled.

“I know, but I like annoying you too much,” another giggle. A small smile threatened to break your “angry” facade, this carefree side of him was a rare sight and the fact that he was showing it to you was making you giddy.

His warm hands snatched the trash bag away from you before clasping around your smaller ones. 

“Seriously, what is going on?”

Lying wasn’t an option, he was way too observant for his own good, he always knew when you lied even when you didn’t yourself. You scoffed.

“Just something Alice said,'' and with that you tried to grab the bag from behind him to resume your job. No movement, he had an iron grip on you.

“What did she say?”

“Just her usual nagging, you know how she is,” you tugged and tried to get away from his grip to no avail.

“Tell me,” he wasn’t asking and that was obvious to the both of you.

“She said that it’s embarrassing to be a virgin at my big age.”

Chan finally let your hands fall to your sides and in exchange wrapped his arms around you and squished you against his chest.

“Bitch, she shouldn’t have been here, she wasn’t invited,” his chest rumbled with his words, “I’m sorry Y/N, I hope you know she’s in the wrong.” 

With your arms wrapped around Chan and your face squished against his chest, with the gentleness of his voice caressing you, you found it hard to lie so you just stayed silent.

“Oh baby, don’t think about it, okay? She’s wrong and there is nothing wrong with you. Let’s go to bed, I can clean up tomorrow morning.”

For the whole night you tossed and turned with always the same thought in you mind, hoping not to wake Chan who was sleeping soundly next to you for once.It was no surprise that early in the morning you felt exhausted, your limbs were heavy and your mind was foggy, but you still couldn’t fall asleep. 

“Did you sleep at all? I heard you move around a lot,” Christopher groaned next to you, his arm lazily draped over your middle.

“Sorry,” you tried to utter in your half dead state.

“I had an idea while I was sleeping,” he dragged your body against his and started to gently rub your arm to ease you to sleep. You only hummed in response.

“You should let me and the kids teach you about sex, you know us and we’re good people, we would never push you to do anything. We can take anything at your own pace, we’ll teach you well,” he spoke like he was saying the most natural thing in the world and not suggesting you get passed between him and his other seven friends. Sensing your confusion, Chan gently shushed you and started rubbing your arm again.

“Think about it, we can talk about it when you wake up.”

A witty response was about to come out of your mouth but darkness enveloped you like a hug. Chan hugged you tighter to his chest and sighed. ‘That went well’, he thought.

When you woke up, a blinding light was filtering through the window. Damn Christopher who never closed the blinds.

“Good morning,” the said man chirped happily from next to you. The moment you laid your eyes on him, the conversation from that morning resurfaced to your mind. The frantic beating of your heart sent a shot of adrenaline through you.

“I take it you remember what I asked you,” he put his phone back on his nightstand to fully give you his attention.

“Chris..” you started but he swiftly interrupted you.

“We’re not doing it out of pity, we are all attracted to you, we wouldn’t make it awkward and if you refuse it’s gonna be like it never happened,” Chris answered all of your questions like he could read your mind. You were confused, your heart (and your vagina) wanted to say yes but your head told you to refuse. 

‘Fuck it, stop thinking.’

“Okay, let’s do it.” Chris stayed silent, only your synced breaths could be heard in the room. The tension was thick and full of desire.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl? Just a kiss and you can stop me anytime you want.”

“Yes, please.” With that Chris  pulled you in his lap in mere seconds and attached your lips together. He wasted no time and pushed his tongue in your mouth, still his movements were gentle and slow just like yours were slow and hesitant. His whole persona dripped in gentle dominance, it made you hot and sweat and made your pussy throb. His hands roamed your body and tentatively groped around, testing your limits. Your lips moved more and more confidently the more time they were attached to Chan’s.

Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you didn’t care, you were drunk on his touch, his taste, you were drunk on him.

Chan was the first to break the kiss and immediately giggled when you tried to kiss him again.

“Patience baby, we have a lot of time.”

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[allpiesforourown]

love your role reversal au, not enough of those in the world, peak lord bingge is already annoyed with lqg, how will he feel with the intrusion of qiong ding's head disciple yue qingyuan? yqy is probably dropping by qing jing every week or so to see his xiao yuan

not to mention all the peak lords who've probably been treating shen yuan like the head disciple/peak lord whenever bingge has been away once shen yuan's cultivation reached a suitable level of cultivation, a level possibly helped by mu qingfang who might drop by with some pill or tea that's supposed to help those who started cultivating late if not because mfq admires shen yuan then it's absolutely because mfq figures that if sy is going to get into trouble and perform self sacrificing stunts even WITH lqq there as a bodyguard, sy needs his cultivation improved stat to he'll have a better chance of surviving and not needing to be on the medical peak every other day

We know that Cang Qiong prides itself as being very familial, and says its peak lords are very close.. we also know that wasn't really true until shen yuan transmigrated, because before that, everyone except for Yue Qingyuan hated shen jiu.

So I'm imagining peak lord Luo Binghe who does not give a fuck about any of his martial siblings except for Liu Mingyan.. but shen Yuan gets along GREAT with all the other head disciples. Everyone sees Shen Yuan, Liu Qingge, Qi Qingqi, etc etc all hanging out having picnics regularly and they're like "the next generation of peak lord are going to be SO close" and binghe is the only one who absolutely hates it.

Yue Qingyuan asks to hang out with Shen Yuan and Binghe says Shen Yuan spends too much time with him, and Shen Yuan replies "but if shizun has chosen me as the next peak lord of Qing Jing... shouldn't this one foster a good relationship with the future sect leader" and binghe feels like he's been punched in the stomach. Binghe kind of gets off on being shen yuans shizun and therefore holding authority over him, so the idea that one day he'll be out of the picture and it'll be SECT LEADER YUE telling him what to do... he's going insane.

I haven't quite decided what to do with Yue qi and shen jiu's backstories and how they're related to shen yuan... maybe shen jiu will join Qing Jing Peak later and become another person binghe hates because they keep stealing away shen yuan

As for Mu Qingfang... I think he's very protective of Shen Yuan because they are friends but also.. he definitely sees Shen-shixiong as his little lab rat. How is it possible for one man to get hit with so many wife plots poisons and enemies? He made an entirely separate patients log just for shen yuan because of how frequently he visits him. The log was layer refined into a medical guide on various illnesses and injuries and their symptoms, and Mu Qingfang is widely renowned for his book. No one knows that the entirety of the book is documenting just one person.

[personasintro]

come for me | jjk

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; it's a first proper date he's supposed to plan, unfortunately it does not go according to his plan

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, neighbors au, enemies to lovers (?)

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, protected s*x, little spanking, rough and quick s*x

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: this is one of the secrets I've been keeping and god it's finally here!! i wasn't even planning on finishing this today but I did and I'm so happy to share it with you! hope you like it <3

↳ previous parts

Jungkook is convinced the entire world sucks.

What should be considered as the most exciting time for some men, Jungkook finds it as a literal torture. Planning a date shouldn't be so tough. He has never truly done it before – not when he truly meant it. Whenever he went out for what could be considered as a pathetic attempt at a date, its purpose was clear. To fuck and end it with a mind-blowing orgasm on both parts. 

He has never done it like… this. 

Fuck.

Just the thought of it makes him want to throw up. He definitely can't mention that to you – who's pretty much clueless about his thoughts and would kick him in the balls if you knew. 

“I don't know dude, you should bring her roses.” Taehyung proposes, watching his friend in a mild panic as he bounces Ruda in his arms. 

“She's not like other girls.”

“What do you mean? Every woman loves roses! You can't go wrong with that!” Taehyung protests, offended that Jungkook rejected his idea right away. 

“I wouldn't say every but yeah, it's the effort that counts. Plus, she knows you've never done this before.” Yoongi joins in that conversation, shrugging nonchalantly while Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip. 

Fuck! This is not like him. 

It's already enough his friends share an amused look, one he definitely notices and finds really offending. They find this entire thing very amusing while Jungkook is having a midlife crisis. 

“Okay, maybe forget about the flowers. What does she like?”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook frowns.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “What things does she like to do? Does she like to eat? Likes to watch movies?”

Jungkook's a little taken back by those questions, a clueless expression clouding his face while Taehyung snorts in the background. He's too busy trying to think of a proper answer to glare at him in return. 

“I–I don't know,” he admits.

“You don't know?” Yoongi deadpans, “Come on dude, you gotta know something.”

“I don't know!” he exclaims in distress, causing Ruda to babble as if to remind him she's there. He shoots her an apologetic look, looking back at Yoongi. “We never really discussed that kind of stuff. We fucked. That's what she likes for sure.”

“Should you talk like that in front of the baby?” Taehyung points out, met with another glare that shuts him up. 

Ruda is too young to understand. He'll take care of his bad mouth by the time she understands, he naively thinks to himself.

“Then just fuck her.” 

Jungkook stares dumbfoundedly at his friend and his stupid idea. “Seriously? I'm supposed to take her on a date. Beats the whole purpose of it if I just fuck her instead.”

“Look at him, so much progress.” Taehyung mutters amusingly, causing Jungkook to grab one of Ruda's plushies and throw it aggressively at Taehyung's head. 

“Then just take her somewhere and fuck her after. If the date is awful, at least she gets her world rocked.”

They both start to laugh while Jungkook whines loudly, a groan following right after. “You guys are fucking with me. Literally, you're no help.”

“JK, we can't exactly help you when you have no idea what she likes. Maybe you should find out first and then think of something?”

“Oh, how did I not think of it sooner?” Jungkook mocks, doing a little stance with his arms while Ruda is in his hold. “Very smart, Yoongi. I don't want to make it seem as if I don't know what I'm doing.”

“What's so wrong about that?” Taehyung questions, “You just ask her what she prefers and it'll be easier to plan something.”

“Yeah, he's right.”

Jungkook sighs, pinching his brows. Ruda starts to fidget in his hold, causing him to sit down in a chair. He hands her one of her rattles as she starts to wildly shake it in her tiny hands. 

“Won't I look pathetic if I just asked her?”

“You literally look pathetic right now.”

“Taehyung, God help me–”

“Just ask her.” He cuts him off. 

Somehow, he made it sound easier than the thought of it is. 

The next time you see Jungkook is when you bring him the dinner you cooked. You haven't had that much time to see each other, with you working and his sleeping schedule all over the place, you had to settle with a message for the time being. It hasn't been that long, only like three days since he asked you on a date.

You're not going to lie, you feel a little giddy thinking of it. It's weird because you can't imagine the famous Jeon Jungkook on a date. If someone mentioned the words date and Jungkook in the same sentence, you would laugh them off. But now that it involves you, you find it almost flattering. He's taking you on a date. 

You. 

And no one else. 

You want to devilishly cackle at all those bitches that got to fuck him, wanted something more with him. Realizing that's kind of evil, you humble yourself because nothing's sure yet. 

Since this is very new to not only you but Jungkook as well, it's hard to have any say when it comes to the future. You're trying to prepare yourself for any outcomes but it's tough. Tougher than you think it would be. The idea of this failing makes you weirdly sad and you can't stand it.

However the sight in front of you completely brings you to other thoughts. You've never been someone who would thirst over dads. The whole DILF thing discussed between women was a pure fantasy, something they would romanize or even sexualize. Not that you were purely against it. Are women who find young dads hot that bad? 

The potential man would have to be hot in order to find them being a young dad hot. Some men just have that spark. And you've never really met one even remotely close to Jungkook.

And there he is. 

He opens his front door, hair slightly raffled and messy, as if he hasn't brushed it the entire day. He has one of his oversized gray shirts on, a map of spit or whatever that is decorating the thin material. He has a baby cloth draped over his shoulder, momentarily widening his eyes at the sight of you. 

Then realization hits him and he steals a glance at the watch around his wrist. He forgot you were supposed to drop in for dinner. 

Other than he looks fucking hot, even in his messy state, you also find him adorable how he stares at you with big doe eyes before he ushers you to come inside. 

“Where's my favorite baby?” you ask excitedly, keeping your tone down just in case she's sleeping. It's awfully quiet in Jungkook's apartment. 

“You make it sound as if you knew dozens of them.”

You give him a look, hearing him chuckling as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Rude.”

“She's sleeping,” he answers instead, but a cocky grin is attached to his moisturized lips. “She's been a little cranky this night,” He lets out a yawn. “Barely got any sleep.”

You pout at the thought of it. “You should've told me. We could switch or something.”

He stares at you dumbfounded as if you just came up with the craziest idea. Perhaps it is one. 

“You have a job, Y/N. I can't let you have a sleepless night.”

He has a point. Even if you were willing to spend a sleepless night helping him, you wouldn't really help much since you have to wake up early in the morning. You can't babysit during the day, unless it's the weekend. And babysitting during the night so Jungkook can sleep, even if for a few hours would cause you to look like a zombie the next morning.

You love your sleep. But you're willing to give it away for Ruda. And Jungkook. 

Jungkook ends that particular topic, leading you further down his apartment and to his kitchen where you place the containers. “It's tomato sauce pasta with chicken and basil. Not exactly a trophy winning menu but I tried to cook something quickly.”

“Fuck, I'm so hungry,” Jungkook whines, opening the container as he inhales the scent, a steam coming off it since you just finished cooking. “Thank you. It smells amazing.”

“No worries, I told you I wanna help in any way I can.” you assure him. 

He motions for you to sit down, already pulling out a glass for you where he pours you an apple juice. “Have you eaten?” he asks, already digging his fork into pasta.

“It's hot, be careful,” you warn him, even though the steam itself is enough of an indicator that it's indeed very hot. But Jungkook looks as if he's ready to swallow the entire thing with no thoughts. “And no. I came directly here but no worries, I will eat when I come home.”

“Nonsense,” Jungkook waves you off. You watch him stand up and before you can complain, he pulls out a plate for you and opens the other container you had prepared for him for tomorrow. “Here, let's eat together.”

“Jungkook–I have my food at home, I just came here to drop this–”

“Stay for a while.” he says simply, looking too irresistible and straight into your eyes for you to object. 

“Okay.”

You dig into the food, not realizing how hungry you've become once again. Your entire apartment smells like tomato sauce, garlic and basil. You hope by the time you come there, the opened windows did their job because you would hate to sleep in a smelly apartment. 

When you were cooking, you inhaled the smell a lot so naturally, you didn't feel as hungry anymore but now the hunger comes back. Without any argument, you both eat in silence while trying to talk about your days. 

You and Jungkook haven't really talked that much before. You both know what you spent most of the time doing. That's changing and it is a pleasant change.

It does feel slightly odd to be talking about casual stuff like your work. But once Jungkook takes over and talks you through their day. He's got a lot on his plate. He has a baby for fuck sake. He looks exhausted, yet his eyes are sparkling and he doesn't make it sound as if he's complaining. He informs you, even laughs at Ruda's cranky mood and what work she makes him go through. 

You're done and Jungkook takes it upon himself to clean the dishes and give you back your food containers, even though you told him it can wait. He protests and while he just as much protests with you cleaning the mess in his living room, you do it anyway.

There are toys and a few dirty and empty bottles laying around. There's not that much of a mess and it's done shortly after Jungkook finishes dishes.

You both decide to hang out for a while before you have to get home, take a shower and prepare yourself for the night. 

“Hey, I meant to ask you about something…”

Jungkook starts unsurely, arm outstretched behind your seat on his couch as you're cuddled to his side. You could fall asleep like this.

“It's about our date.”

You pull away slightly to look at his face, “Are you backing down from it?” you muse, watching the way his face turns into panic and that alone tells you that's far from the truth. It's enough to let you relax as you giggle.

“No!”

“Then what is it?” you ask, cuddling back but in a position where you still can see him. 

“What do you like to do?” he asks, a little awkward as he scratches the back of his head. “It sounds fucking stupid but I was wondering where to take you and I realized–we never talked about this stuff. And I–” Don't want to mess up. He doesn't finish.

Something warm collects in your chest and you try to hide a smile, not wanting him to feel as if you're finding him amusing or anything of that sort. Actually, you find him endearing. He's showing you a side of himself that you've never seen before.

��Whatever you plan, I'm sure I'll enjoy it.” You settle on saying, not having anything particular in mind which is not a help at all. 

“Come on!” Jungkook whines, “I'm trying here. I've never done this shit before.”

“Did you just call our date a shit?” you tease him, watching him open his mouth before he closes it and glares at you.

“I didn't mean it like that.”

“I know, I just love teasing you,” you muse, met with another glare which causes you to giggle silently. “I've never seen you like this. I'm quite enjoying it.”

“Yeah, make fun of me.” he scoffs a little.

Realizing this might not be just as fun and humorous as you make it seem to be, you also realize this must be important to him in a way. Your smile drops and you sit up, watching him slide his arm off the couch and into his lap. He stares there thoughtfully, avoiding your gaze.

“I'm sorry, I didn't think you would worry about it this much,” you tell him gently, “Depends on what time we would go on a date.”

“I called my mom and she can babysit until 9PM. She has to go back home after that.”

“Hm, okay. And what time are we meeting?”

“I thought maybe around… four?” he says, stealing a glance at you as your purse your lips in thought.

“How about we eat somewhere nice–nothing fancy!” you warn him, not really sure if he's the type to go all out since he has never done this before. 

But still, you want to make sure he doesn't spend a fortune on a single date. Plus, you would like to pay too. Not because he has a baby and other expenses, but because you're independent. You don't need a man to pay for everything.

Maybe eventually it would be nice to get spoiled a little. But at the moment, you can't imagine it. It wouldn't seem fair considering what a position he's in now. There's a little human here that needs more of everything than you do.

It's not something you've had to come to terms with, you've understood it from the beginning. Jungkook is a dad now. And it has a certain baggage with it. 

“And then we could do something–I don't know. Maybe we could think about it after? To see what we're in the mood for.”

“You sure you'll be okay with it?” he asks unsure.

He's met with a confusion as you pull back and say; “Why wouldn't I be? I just suggested it.” you giggle.

“Just askin'. I've never done this before.”

“So you said.” you tell him, standing up. “I would go and check Ruda but I don't want to wake her up. So kiss her for me, okay?” 

Jungkook looks like he's ready to protest, perhaps telling you to stay a little longer or even night, knowing it might be too soon for you. Once he checks the time, he remains quiet and the pout is the only thing visible on his face. 

You lean down, kissing him on his cheek. “Don't worry about the date too much, okay?”

He hums, though keeps his pessimism to himself. You wave at him for the last time and it's until he hears a soft click that he's once again alone with his daughter. The one that announces herself shortly after you leave. A loud sigh leaving his mouth as he stands up and goes to check on her. 

“What do you mean you can't come?” Jungkook shrieks, so out of his character that even his mother on the other line stays silent for a second.

“I'm sorry, Jungkookie. They canceled all train connections because of an accident.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, hearing his mother scolding him but he pays her zero attention. “Can you grab a taxi or something? I'll pay for it.”

It's out of his budget but he's desperate. 

“No, it's too expensive plus I wouldn't be able to make it in time. You know how it is here. It's hard to find a taxi.”

He groans, rubbing his face frustratedly as he stares out of the window. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

He had it all planned. Even though you talked about getting food, he thought a lot – embarrassed to say – he even googled a few spots that were recommended around here. He would let you choose and maybe you would be able to visit them all within five hours that you would have for yourselves. 

But now everything's out of the window. 

“I could come tomorrow?” She tries to help, but Jungkook shakes his head.

You can't tomorrow. There's some kind of family party you need to attend. 

“No, it's fine, mom. I'll call you later.”

“I really am sorry, Jungkookie.”

He starts to think of every single thing that he knows. Every person gets on his mind and he wonders if he should call them. In a moment of realization and reality hitting back to him, he realizes he can't just call anyone to watch over his daughter. He sits down in disappointment, realizing how selfish that would be of him. 

He can't call Yoongi or Taehyung. They would not be able to take care of her and he would spend the entire date worrying, probably leaving to check on her. That's completely out of the question. None of his other friends, that probably fuck around as we're speaking would be able to help him.

None of his family members are around. Plus, they still haven't met Ruda – most of them – for some reason he thinks it's too early. He's still in a stage of trying to figure out to be a father. 

It's only his luck that his mom calls him from the train station, having no other way to come here. Just because some dumb fuck decided to jump in front of the train. 

He stops.

Fuck, he really is selfish.

He takes it back immediately, having more compassion now than ever since he has a whole baby to raise and take care of. 

You're supposed to be here any minute. He had it all planned. 

His mom should've been here soon, he would briefly talk her through Ruda's routine. He trusts her. She raised him and could surely take care of a baby. Plus, Ruda's sleep is better these days and she's too little to make a fuss about her dad not being here. 

When a knock resounds on his door, his entire stomach churns and he prepares himself for the disappointment that he seems to be. It's even worse when he opens the front door and you stand there, fully prepared in a short dress. Your hair is neat and nicely done, so is your make-up. Not that you aren't pretty either way, but he can definitely tell the extra effort you've put into yourself. 

It truly makes him feel like the biggest asshole. 

You smile, telling him something but he can't hear. He just stares, both out of awe and then frustration when he realizes what he's about to tell you. 

“What's wrong?” Your smile drops, making a note of his weird expression of pure sadness. 

“We can't go on a date,” He forces the words out of his mouth.

It's weird how his heart drops when you suddenly grab the strap of your bag, looking as if you're shielding yourself from him. 

“It's–My mom just called and she can't get on the train.”

“Oh,” you let out. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, um–come inside.” he says, gently grabbing your wrist as he pulls you inside. He doesn't need any nosy neighbors witnessing this very uncomfortable and awkward situation. 

You stand in his entry way, looking around in awkwardness as he scratches his temple.

He's obviously styled and prepared to go out. You've noticed his nice outfit right away. He's wearing black slacks with a casual white t-shirt tucked inside it. His hair is trimmed and styled back. You can smell his aftershave and hair gel along with his cologne. 

Clearly, he hasn't stood you up and what he's saying is the truth.

It's not like you doubt him but well – all of this is new and maybe it wouldn't be so out of character if Jungkook panicked and decided to make a lie to save himself. 

“I'm so sorry–I really had everything prepared for tonight. And it's completely ruined. I fucked up.”

You frown, staring at him for a second. “You didn't fuck up, Jungkook.” you tell him softly. “It's not your fault.”

“I thought of calling one of my friends, but they're not able to take care of Ruda–I can't just let them–”

Probably they wouldn't even want to babysit, now that he thinks of it.

“Jungkook, it's totally okay. I understand.”

“I can't let just anyone watch over her.”

“I understand,” you emphasize softly, smiling at him. “How about we take her with us?”

Jungkook's head snaps in your direction, looking at you as if you're crazy. “You wanna take a baby with us? Nothing against Ruda but–we're not gonna be able to enjoy it. She will cry eventually and I had plans–I can't possibly imagine taking her there–it's too much work.”

He panics and you need to get a hold of his shoulders to stop him.

“We don't have to take her to the restaurant or wherever you want to go,” you inform him, “We could just take her for a stroll and see from there? If she's gonna cry and be cranky, we'll just come back.”

You're not a mother yourself, but somehow you can empathize with his situation. He hasn't taken her out for too long, not onto too many public places. Until you count grocery stories and nearby parks. He's by himself most of the time. While he finally got the hang of the feeding, bath and sleeping routine, the thought of suddenly taking her there makes him unsure. Even though he knows he'll have to do it eventually. 

“Plus, I will be there. It's gonna be the two of us.” 

Something about that specific line makes him pause as he watches you. You give him a look, wondering what's the stare for but he just smiles. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you assure him. “Nothing's ruined. Plus, I think I'll prefer Ruda's company there too.”

He looks at you suspiciously, almost like he doesn't believe you. And perhaps he doesn't. But you giggle. “I'm serious. There's gonna be time to enjoy ourselves alone.”

“I–” he stops, “Wow. Okay. I'll prepare her and we can go.”

“Great,” you smile, “I'll prepare her stroller. Do you have any formula prepared?”

“Yeah, had one prepared for mom. It should still be warm.” 

You both jump into action. Jungkook takes Ruda out of her cradle that he bought for her and has its place designed in his living room. She starts to wake up, her little face twisting as you coo at her while you walk past them. You prepare the bottle and stroller, watching Jungkook put her there as you bring some extra clothes for her just in case. 

You're out of his apartment in a record time, fully prepared as you shoo Jungkook and take the stroller. He walks beside you with a teasing smile, but there's a huge relief and content behind it. 

Jungkook's nerves are put at ease. 

Not only you but the situation proves to him that he can still go and eat out, even with a baby. Ruda has been like an angel. Once she's awake, she just stares around before she falls asleep shortly after. You feed her in a nearby park which slowly lullabies her to sleep.

After walking and getting to know each other's interests through stories, you find a nice restaurant where you can eat outside. It's not probably what Jungkook had planned but it has its own magic. 

Stroller kept next to you at all times, you fill up your stomach and even sleeping Ruda gets a few compliments along the way.

“Aw, what a cute baby! You have a very pretty baby.” The waitress tells you, beaming from a distance at sleeping Ruda, causing you both to smile.

None of you correct her. Why should you? She's a stranger and it doesn't matter what she thinks. You understand why she would think you're a family. It's a standard here. Nobody expects single dads out here. 

Well, not so single anymore. You hope.

“Thank you.” you smile at her in gratitude, eyes dropping to the sleeping angel that's next to you. Okay, maybe you appropriated Jungkook's daughter but he doesn't seem to mind. Actually, it seems like he's enjoying the sight in front of him.

“Your daughter is a star around here.” you tell Jungkook once the waitress is gone.

He chuckles, “Stealing my spotlight from birth.”

“Oh, she definitely helps you catch even more eyes.” you muse, watching him laugh in confusion. “Everyone's staring at you. All those women we walked past. They're thirsting over you.”

“Are you sure it's because of Ruda?”

You roll your eyes while grinning, “So cocky as usual.”

“What? I've always caught a female's gaze if that's what you were saying.”

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes again, “But there's something hot about a young hot dad. You're a DILF now.”

“Don't call me that.” he groans, causing you to laugh.

“Either way, it does bring you attention whether you like it or not.”

“Doesn't matter, I only like your attention,” he says. 

The two of you share a look as Jungkook cringes while laughing while you shriek in both excitement and disbelief. You probably look like a crazy couple. “That was smooth!”

He laughs, “I'm trying. I'm not romantic.”

“Are we having this conversation again?” You lift your brow. “Anyway, they can only look. You're on a date with me.”

It's a diplomatic way to say, aiming at something that hasn't been discussed yet. This is your first date after all. None of you have a certain plan. 

Yet, you're sure to admit that you don't like the attention Jungkook gets. 

“Does that make me your boyfriend?” he asks, tasting the way that words sound out of his mouth. 

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Hell yeah. If it means repelling all the men from you, I will be anything.”

You laugh, “You sound jealous.”

“Because I am,” he says, throwing a piece of sweet potato into his mouth. “I want you all to myself.”

“Hm, I'll think about it. Ruda has a place in my heart too.”

“I can share with her.” 

You both share a giggle together, something you've barely done before. 

“Does this make it official?” you question.

He shrugs, “If you want it to be. I know I do.”

“Me too,” you tell him giddily, sounding like an excited teenager. “I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Do people get together on a first date though?” he asks, finding you staring dumbfoundedly at him. “No, I'm serious. I really wanna know.”

You sit back, taking a sip of your drink. “Who cares? We kinda did it backwards anyway.”

“True,” Jungkook hums. “Who cares.”

Throughout those four hours of getting to know each other more, the connection between you grew some more. You've found out about Jungkook's secret hobby which is graphic art. It kind of explains the love for his tattoos as well. He's no longer just the boy that partied and fuck his way through his years. Actually, he's not that at all.

His guilty pleasure is eating snacks in the middle of the night, though he really tries to restrict himself from doing so. It's tougher to visit a gym these days, one of his obvious hobbies that you've already known. But he talked more about that and there wasn't a minute that it felt awkward or uncomfortable.

Ruda has been a pleasant company as well, her cuteness making both of you laugh and giggle. You were kind of bonding over her as well. Until it was starting to get darker and the two of you have decided to get back. 

On your way to the apartment complex, Ruda has pooped which proved your decision to go back to be right. Jungkook invites you to his place, not too keen on ending your date just yet and you agree. Though, you have to wake up early to pack your things and get ready for your cousin's birthday party, you don't want to leave them. 

You offer to take Ruda's nappy but Jungkook refuses, thinking it might be too much to ask of you but truly, you wouldn't mind. You try to tell him that but he just shakes his head, tells you to sit down and make yourself at home.

Shortly after, he comes back informing you that Ruda fell asleep. He joins you on the couch with what sounds like an exhausted sigh. The two of you share a look, both chuckling, silently of course because there's a baby sleeping in the other room. 

“Did you like it?” 

Jungkook fills up the momentary silence, voice slightly unsure and nervous.

He glances at you sideways, quickly looking away as he clears his throat.

“The date.”

“I did,” you giggle, nodding. “I really did. Thank you, it was very lovely.”

He allows himself to smile, mentally patting himself on his back for this going so smoothly. To be honest, he expected a disaster. It began like that, so he can't be blamed for expecting it to continue. But he's pleasantly surprised. 

Too happy about today. 

He feels like a freaking teenager and he gets this weird fluttering in his stomach. Urgh! He's not sure how he feels about it because it's new.

“Though you could've let me pay at least for the botanic park–or the museum.” you tell him, giving him a dirty but teasing look. 

You've really managed to visit many places Jungkook prepared for you. At first – which you're clueless about – he wasn't sure how to feel about it because he never went to a freaking museum. Maybe when he was on a school trip. It was totally involuntary, of course. But he caught himself enjoying it – and maybe it was because you were there – but he realized he doesn't mind enjoying himself, knowing it's because of you that he was able to. 

“No can do.” Jungkook shakes his head, teasing you some more which makes you groan. 

“I will pay next time.”

“Next time?” he teases, wiggling his brow.

“Aren't we dating now? It's what couples do, going on dates–”

“We are,” he hums. “What else do they do?”

You smirk, inching closer to him as you cuddle up to his side. He welcomes your touch, throwing his arm around you as he pulls you even closer while he doesn't take his eyes off you.

“They kiss,” you whisper, noses bumping into each other as you let your lips linger over his. Not quite kissing him but then it's too irresistible, he is, that in the end you press a soft kiss on his lips.

“They cuddle,” you continue, “Fuck.”

Jungkook chokes on his spit, “Don't say it like that.”

“Is Jeon Jungkook getting shy?” you tease, kissing his jaw. “You know a lot about fucking.”

“I–fuck–I do,” he agrees, voice sounding almost choked up. He tries to concentrate badly, he really does, but you're making it too hard when your kisses trail down his neck, making more parts of his body alive. “It just makes me–”

“What? Horny?” you tease and he groans.

“Well obviously,” he rolls his eyes, hands on your hips as you sit up and straddle his lap. “Wait–”

“Why?” you pause, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

“No, wait, wait, wait–” He quickly says as if he could read your thoughts. He can surely see the starting embarrassment and the way you pull away, putting distance between you. “I really want nothing else than fuck you.”

“But?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, “I wanna take it slow. Won't it ruin if we just fuck right now?”

You give him a look, slightly caught off guard. “Why would we? We've done it before multiple times.”

“Yeah, we did but… but it was different, you know?” he says and weirdly, you do know what he means. However– “I just don't want to fuck this up.”

Your eyes soften, taking Jungkook's face into your hands as you press a soft kiss to his lips. “You won't fuck this up, Jungkook.”

“You don't know that.” He frowns.

“Well, yeah. I meant it in a more encouraging way. You're trying and I can see that. I do appreciate it.” you confess to him, silently and softly as if saying it out loud will make it embarrassing. You're a little sheepish when it comes to confessing such things. Talking deeply and emotionally with him. “I personally don't think us having sex tonight will ruin anything. But if that's what you're worried about, we don't have to. What I wanna say with this is–I respect it.”

He watches you, eyes clouded with restraint and desire. Currently having an inner battle with himself, he sighs and leans his head back.

“Plus, I think it's cute.”

“Cute?” he deadpans, moving his head down to look at you. 

“You're cute,” you admit, giggling at the look of disgust on his face. “This really means something to you.”

“Does it not to you?”

You laugh, “Of course it does.”

He smiles, pulling you closer as he's the one who kisses you now. “Fuck, you're really making this hard.”

“Not just this.” you point out, wiggling your brows at him when you shift in his lap, feeling his hardening length under you.

“Stop!” he shrieks silently in horrification.

You giggle, “We could watch a movie instead. Or talk.”

He rubs his lips together, eyes dropping low. For a moment, the two of you only stare at each other. There's desire, lust and impatience clouding the air around you, just as much as it fills your gazes. Jungkook's eyes are the first ones to drop down your lips. Staring at them painted in a nice shade that compliments your skin tone. They're moisturized and never looked so tempting. He's not sure. He can't think straight right now. 

“Fuck movie.” he pants, grabbing you by your sides and pulling you onto him. 

The kiss is no longer soft and minimal, you both practically throw at each other letting your bodies act upon their biggest temptation. The making out is messy and fast, no longer staying at that as Jungkook lays you down and starts kissing you down your neck. 

“Fuck, that feels good.” you gasp, moaning when Jungkook lowers down your dress and starts sucking the skin on top of your breasts. 

You arch into his touch and warmth, craving for every inch of him. It leads you to become even more impatient, ushering him to take off his shirt. He does and you immediately salivate at his pecs and muscles, hands trailing down his back and abs.

“Fuck, almost forgot how hot you are.” you confess. Okay, that might be a lie. It's hard not to notice how Jungkook glows with hotness, even if there are traces of exhaustion every day. 

“Oh, you forgot?” Jungkook teases, “Should remind you.”

“Mhm, you should.”

And boy, he does. 

In a split second, the dress is ripped off you and thrown somewhere on the floor, underwear followed right after. You complain about Jungkook's upper body still dressed, though there's something incredibly sexy about him wearing slacks with chest on full display. It's almost too shameful that he turns you around, getting you on all four. 

Both of you go completely feral. The position making your ass arch as Jungkook delivers a slap to it. He stops for a second though, freezes and waits for any sound coming from his bedroom. You watch him relax as he continues, a little smile playing on your lips. 

You hear him unzipping his slacks, not wanting to get the sight stolen from you so you turn around and stare at the scene in front of you across your shoulder. He smirks, noticing you watching as he reaches toward his coffee table.

Once he pulls out a foil packet, you give him a look with raised brow. “How did it get there?”

“My wallet dropped the other day and someone rang the door, I panicked and put it there.”

You laugh at his story, wondering if he's telling the truth. He looks like it though and quite frankly, you don't care. 

“Turned out to be convenient.”

“It did, thanks to whoever rang that day.”

He smiles, not elaborating any further as he takes off his remaining clothes. You hear the familiar sound of foil ripping and before you know it, Jungkook's tip pokes you at your asscheek. 

You might be already impatient enough, both of you too hungry for one another, but you also know there is no time to fool around when you now have the chance to have sex. Any second Ruda could wake up and put an end to your and Jungkook's desire. Seems like he knows it too because he gives you an apologetic look.

“It's okay, just fuck me.” you assure him with a moan, arching your back for him. 

He spits on his fingers, stretching you out with them and you sigh in content at the feeling. Giving you a few pumps to make you at least somehow prepared for him, you whine his name in ushering him and silently telling him you'll be fine.

That's all it takes for him to enter you, both of you swallowing down any set of curses and sounds. Jungkook pulls back just for him to thrust into you. He finds a perfect rhythm, rocking your bodies fast and roughly.

Jungkook growls, “Holy shit.”

He slaps your ass, trying to keep it down as you both giggle in the middle of it. It's soon cut off by his thrusts you try to meet. Giggles get switched by silent moans and pleas. Everything is heated and rushed, both of you ultimately aiming to orgasm knowing it could get interrupted any minute. Keeping that in mind, you don't hold yourself back and neither does Jungkook.

Despite your situation, he does not refrain himself a few slaps to your ass which only brings you closer to the end. 

“Jungkook–”

“Fucking hell, I wish I could hear you moaning and screaming.”

You wish you had more time, though you don't regret it happening now. You wouldn't have it any other way. Thinking that you both would have to wait for each other sounds like a proper torture. 

“You're fucking creaming my cock–fuck.” he groans silently, seeming to have as much as struggle to keep it down. 

Still, it's kind of hot to experience it. You never had to keep it down. Sure, there were many times when you specifically had sex and tried to be silent because of neighbors. With Jungkook, you never cared about neighbors before. Not that much at least.

“Fuck–I'm almost–there.”

“Come for me.” Jungkook grunts, hands gripping your ass so much that you're sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

And you do. Not even five seconds later, you bury your face into his couch and let moans disappear into its material. Jungkook follows right after you, not being able to hold it for much longer as he comes inside the condom. 

He stays inside for a moment, softening slowly as he carefully helps you to turn around. He sits back on his knees, condom soiled by your cum and juices but none of you move. 

You stare at each other, smiles coming up at the same time as you silently giggle. 

This is the best date ever.