#I’ll respond to things in awhile

[caterpillarinacave]

my brain is a wild place

[ghstzzn]

roommates for dummies!

pairings: lee heeseung x f!reader, jay park x f!reader, jake sim x f!reader, park sunghoon x f!reader

synopsis: desperate to get off of your bestfriends couch, you decide to reply to an ad online in search of a roommate. sure, you were skeptical about living with four men—but if anything, just desperate. it wasn't long before you started to completely regret this decision. however, some things just might be worth the stress and anger.

part one! wc: 5.7k

tags/warnings (for this part): SMUT. theres no fivesome happening (sorry..), threesome(s), fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, pullout method, oral ( m rec), deepthroating, cum eating/cum play/just cum stuff ig, voyeurism, degradation, name calling, some praise, manhandling, sex standing up idk just trust me, no aftercare, silly bit at the end, heeseung thinks he's sooooo funny! that's it for this part i believe.

🍊: havent posted smth fr in awhile kind of nervous. not much happens except sex but thats the point of this. by the way this is one of three/four parts ♡ enjoy and Uhhhhhh uhhhuhhh uhhhhhhhh

masterlist / part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

you savored every second you spent outside of your new home.

sure, you were beyond grateful to have a place to live. in fact, you were lucky considering how quickly you got in this situation. losing your old place due to unforeseen circumstances, a.k.a, your ex boyfriend kicking you out of his apartment after you caught him cheating on you despite you paying more than half of his rent.

though, you figured his new girlfriend could handle that portion now.

you crashed on your friends couch for a few days, actively searching for anyone looking for a new roommate. she assured you that you could stay as long as you needed, and there was no need to rush, but you were stubborn and had quite the false sense of being independent. 

which is why you clicked on the first ad you saw. a nice five bedroom house, the spare having its own bathroom and it was closer to campus unlike your last apartment. you couldn’t find much information on the poster, but you were desperate so you quickly dialed in the number on screen and waited while it rang.

you were taken aback when a male voice loudly boomed from the other side. you pulled the phone away from your ear and double checked the number— it was typed in correctly.

“hello?” he spoke again. “hellooooooo-”

“uh, sorry.” you cleared your throat. “i saw an ad online that you were looking for a new roo-”

the male cuts you off, “yeaahhh. man, was wondering when someone would respond.” you cringe at the way he interrupted you. “you lookin’ for someone else? no offense but you sound a little… y’know, like a girl.”

you let out a sigh, nodding even though he couldn’t see you, “i’m calling for myself… i wasn’t aware you were a man but– actually, i’m a little desperate.”

“yeah? desperate?” he chuckles. you raise an eyebrow at the response. “alright, can you meet me here then?”

caught off guard once more by the sudden eagerness of the stranger, you stuttered out a quick yes.

“cool. i’ll text you the address n’ shit.”

the phone hangs up, not sparring you a moment to respond. you blink as you stare at your phone, watching as you receive a few messages from the number you had just called. 

at least you had other options if this didn’t go as planned.

jake spun around in the barstool at the kitchen island, letting out a puff of air as he waited patiently.

“you waiting for something?” jake turns his head towards the voice. jay walks through the kitchen, chewing on some kind of protein bar.

the antsy male leans forward against the counter, “our new roomie. she said she’d be here ten minutes ago.”

“oh.” jay responds before stopping in his tracks as he actually lets jakes words enter his brain. “wait, what? new roommate? she?”

“yeah man,” jake lets out another huff. “she’s late.”

“no, run that back.” the other male draws circles into the air. “when the fuck did we get a new roommate? and why is it a woman?”

“we have a new roommate?” another voice rings through the kitchen.

jake turns around in his chair with a sigh, “yes guys! jeez, you all need to learn patience– she’ll be here soon.”

“she?” the voice, belonging to heeseung, questions. 

“that’s what i’m wondering!”

“ladies please, one at a time.” the male stands from his seat. “we have a new roommate, yes. she’s a woman, also yes.”

heeseung furrows his eyebrows, thinking for a moment before jay speaks up once more, “don’t we get a say in this? or at least some type of interview?”

“is she hot?” heeseung chimes in immediately after, receiving a scoff from jay.

“totally.” jake snickers. “her voice told me enough about her. sounded so nervous too, it was cute.”

“you don’t even know what she looks like?”

“you seriously only think with that dick of yours.” heeseung comments, shaking his head.

“says you!” jay frowns at the other roommate.

the doorbell rings twice, drawing the attention from all three males. heeseung straightens his posture, quickly checking his appearance in the reflection of the stainless steel refrigerator. jay finishes his protein bar in one bite and clears his throat.

jake rolls his eyes at the two, “careful now, don’t pop a boner in front of her.”

he practically skips over to the door, almost giggling out loud. he pulls the front door open just before you ring the doorbell once more. “was starting to think you weren’t gonna show.”

you look him up and down, quite shocked at the attractive face he had.

“uh, yeah, sorry about that.” you respond, clearing your throat. “traffic was heavy.”

“that’s okay, babe.” he opens the door wider, inviting you in, not even hiding the way his eyes immediately land on your ass as you walk in front of him.

your gaze immediately fell on a taller man with red hair, who you assumed was heeseung (you weren’t viewing this house without stalking the people who resided in it), now wearing a beanie and leaned over the counter with his chin resting on his hand. he shot you a crooked smile and waved his fingers at you. 

“hey roomie.”

jay looks at the man in disbelief; and so do you.

“i’m actually just here to tour and interview… right?” you turn to look at jake who shrugs.

“i mean we all agreed you could move in.”

“since whe-”

jake cuts jay off and steps closer to you, “you said you were desperate right? you don’t seem like a weirdo or a bitch so just give us a move-in date and you’re good.”

you squint your eyes at him, confused and questioning this entire thing. your friend's couch doesn’t seem like a bad idea, she even offered to renew her lease for a bigger space in a few months. 

“we promise we won't bother you or anything,” he continues, “you have your own bathroom and the door has a working lock. swear on our lives you’ll barely see us.”

before you could even respond, the front door opens and slams shut. a taller man walks past you and jake, clearly locked into whatever was on his phone. he continued to walk past the kitchen before stopping and spinning around.

“new roommate.” heeseung tells him. the other male lets out an “oh” and nods his head at you before walking away, probably to his room.

you let out a sigh and the three remaining boys turn their attention back to you.

“can i just see the room?” 

-

bothering you was the only thing these fools ever did. 

the front door shuts with a slam and you’re immediately greeted by heeseung sprawled out on the couch scrolling through his phone, completely ignoring the mess leftover from their small house party from last night. the one that kept you up half the night despite begging them to turn in early for the sake of your sanity.

you run your hands through your hair, frustrated that the house looks exactly the same as it did early this morning. well, save for the leftover food that heeseung managed to put in the fridge. kicking off your shoes, you make your way into the kitchen and grab the trash bag that was left on the counter and start tossing all the empty beer cans and disposable cups in.

heeseung looks up from his phone to find the source of the angry slams and movements, smirking when his eyes land on you.

“woah there,” he calls out to you, “wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

you look up from the trash bag, throwing a can in it with so much force it somehow bounces out, only fueling your anger, “save it.”

heeseung chuckles, standing up from the couch and stretching while letting out an obnoxious groan. he walks around the couch and leans against the back of it.

“are you gonna help or just stand there?” you motion towards the mess on the counters.

“no, yeah, i think i'll just stand here. i’m kind of loving this scene with you in the kitchen.” 

you look at him, disbelief written all over your face, “so you’re lazy and a misogynist, nice!”

“what? no,” heeseung looks almost offended at your accusation. “no, babe, i’m not a misogynist– i literally love pussy. i could prove that to you right now if you’d like.”

“not a misogynist, just horny. got it.” 

your roommate only shrugs and pulls out his phone once more. the carefree attitude of his was only adding to the frustration building in your chest. you cross your arms and glance around. “where are the others?”

heeseung hums, you only assume he’s using the full power of his brain as he recalls the whereabouts of the other three roommates, but really he’s only focusing on how your tits bounce ever so slightly with every angry movement if your arms.

“jake’s asleep, jay’s attending a group meditation and sunghoon… should be home in a few. why? miss them?”

you wanted nothing more than to take the metal scrub pad near the sink and scrub at the stupid smirk on his face. instead, you nod and take a deep breath.

the door opens just on cue however. sunghoon walks in, kicking his shoes off in two different directions with a bag of full of bottles clinking against each other. the noise of the liquor bottles only added to your rage.

“really? more alcohol?” you comment and point towards the counter where a few unopened and opened bottles sat. “you have all of this– plus the entire mini fridge full of drinks.”

sunghoon raises a brow at you, “okay. but that’s liquor for functions, not me.”

you wave your hands in front of you. it made zero sense to you.

the taller male looks at sunghoon, “what’s wrong with her?”

“man, i don't know.” heeseung replies with a sigh, “she came in here all pissy and started slamming shit.”

they were having a conversation about you– in front of you.

“what? why?”

he shrugs again, “like i said, don't know. maybe she should follow jay to one of his meditation sessions.”

you roll your eyes, “you’re not funny, heeseung.” he lets out a snicker. you grab a rag from the counter and chuck it in his direction.

sunghoon whistles at the action and sets the bags he was holding onto the counter.

“i’m seriously regretting this whole living arrangement.”

heeseung pouts and crosses his arms over his chest dramatically, “hey! we aren’t that bad to live with.” he protests, though his tone is playful. “at least give us a chance to redeem ourselves. look, we’ll help clean up the rest of the mess.”

you sigh and nod, it’s the least they could do but you won't protest. turning around, you glance at sunghoon, who was now storing away the liquor he had bought and the leftover bottles. 

“...except, it looks like you’ve finished.” heeseung grins. “thanks, darling.”

you shoulders fall in defeat, “i fucking hate you.”

he chuckles loudly as you study the room. he was right. you had completely cleaned the kitchen, minus the few liquor bottles that sunghoon had just stored away.

“no, no. she missed one thing.” sunghoon calls out causing the two of you to whip your heads in his direction. he crouches down and picks up the can that bounced out of the trash bag earlier and tosses it in the trash. “hah, how funny is that? it was right next to the bag too.”

heeseungs no longer holding back his laughter. you question whether or not the dude is blasted out of his mind right now because you definitely didn’t find a single thing about this funny.

“hey, chill.” sunghoon butts in, “i’ll wipe down the counters and shit.”

you turn to face him, “did you by chance buy any cleaning supplies while out?”

“no, why?”

heeseung laughs louder, wiping at his eyes. 

“i really don’t understand what could possibly be so funny about any of this.”

his laughter eventually dies down, finally shutting up. “sorry, sorry.” he clears his throat. “but seriously, thanks for cleaning up. you’re a real one for that.”

you hum and let out a sarcastic sure, heeseung nods and walks past you, patting your shoulder causing you to scrunch your face in disgust. you turn to follow his figure with your eyes, but you catch sunghoon staring at you.

“what?”

“hm, nothing. just wondering when you’re gonna snap out of your little tantrum.” he responds calmly, leaning against the counter. “it’s getting old, to be honest with you.”

you bite your lip, holding back a response to him. you watch as heeseung wipes his hand on a paper towel, throwing it on the counter right after.

sunghoon sighs dramatically, shaking his head. “seriously, what’s the big deal? nobody here is forcing you to clean up after us.”

“but it’s all the time,” you groan. “the constant parties and get-togethers you host while i’m trying to sleep after a long day or studying– then having to come out and clean it all up because you three are nowhere to be seen? i can only deal with so much.”

his expression hardens and heeseung leans against the counter with a bored expression, “well, maybe if you’d let loose for once and joined in on the fun every once in a while, instead of holing yourself up in your room like a hermit, you wouldn’t be so uptight.”

“fuck off.”

sunghoon scoffs, “my point exactly. you’re so uptight and bitchy— it’s not fun. you aren’t better than us for that.”

“sorry i don’t want to be involved in your weird ass parties.” you respond with a shrug.

“such a princess,” heeseung giggles, “always complaining, never participating. seriously, they aren’t as bad as you make them seem.” 

sunghoon nods in agreement, “yeah, i’m telling you that you’d be able to tolerate us a lot more if you cared to let go of that boring, angry personality of yours and showed up.”

you throw your hands up, more than done with the conversation. “whatever, i don’t care anymore. just… just clean up a little more. it’s all i ask.”

heeseung pouts exaggeratedly, eyeing the way you surrender in defeat “oh come on, princess. don’t be like that.” he tries to sound apologetic, “we’re only messing around with you.”

“yeah! we don’t care if you prude around alone in your room!” sunghoon adds, “but just for you, we’ll clean up after ourselves, your highness.”

“you both are childish.” you spit out, biting the inside of your cheeks as the frustration threatens to spill out in the form of tears.

heeseung grins, not at all put off by your insult, “childish? rich coming from the girl who’s about to cry from a little teasing.” he taunts, voice laced with amusement.

you scoff in response, turning around so you could leave the situation and escape to your room, but sunghoon has other plans as he steps right in front of you. his arms automatically wrap around your waist to steady you, his face mere inches away from you as you look up at him, shooting him a glare.

“where do you think you’re going, princess?” he flashes you a knowing smile, voice low and teasing.

you attempt to lean away from his face that only seems to inch closer, jumping slightly when the back of your head comes into contact with heeseungs chin. “to my room– away from the two of you.”

“oh, don’t let us stop you then.” heeseung grins from behind, his cheek nuzzling against your hair. 

“let me go then?”

“but we weren’t done,” sunghoon attempts to feign a pout, but his smirk grows stronger as he studies the way your body reacts to him, “we still have to thank you for cleaning the mess up.”

heeseung hums against your ear, “seriously. how sweet of you, doll.”

“you can thank me by leaving me alone.” you mumble, though you do nothing to back away from the situation. you couldn’t deny the way your heartbeat sped up from being sandwiched between the two, or the way your core pulsed from the way sunghoon traced small patterns into your side.

sunghoon chuckles, all knowing of what was running through your mind, “aw, but where’s the fun in that?” he asks, hands sliding down to your hips, giving them a teasing squeeze. “we love spending time with our favorite roomie.”

your hands fall on top of his, unsure on whether or not you should remove them from your hips. his eyes follow the movements of your hands, letting out a soft chuckle as he watches the way your mind struggles against the need you feel for the two.

“mm, not so fast baby.” heeseung purrs, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. “what did we say? gotta give you a proper thank you.”

“how?”

sunghoon smiles, looking at heeseung before turning his attention back to you. “they say actions speak louder than words,” he responds. “we’ll make sure to make it very clear just how grateful we are for you.”

you gulp as he responds, your thighs clenching together at the tone of his voice. the gaze in his eyes told you exactly what the two men wanted from you, the way they looked at you as if you were prey.

heeseung grows impatient from behind, his face nuzzling against your skin as he peppers kisses down your neck until he reaches your shoulder, biting the skin causing you to let out a gasp. he chuckles darkly before tucking his finger under the thin strap of your tank top and letting it fall off your shoulder.

he lifts his head and switches to your other shoulder, resting his chin on your shoulder as he travels his hand down your torso, reaching the waistband of your shorts.

your automatic response is to grab his hands but sunghoon shakes his head and grabs them, linking his fingers between yours and bringing them up to his shoulders. he leans in closer, his breath ghosting your cheek.

sunghoon begins planting soft but deliberate kisses against your skin, following the trail that heeseung had left earlier, kissing and sucking the bite mark left by the other male.

the man behind you takes the chance, shoving his hand down your shorts that he had undone moments before while you were distracted. he grins when he doesn’t feel any other fabric beneath your shorts.

“isn’t that just convenient?” he grins, giddy at the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear. 

“w-wait,” you stutter out, suddenly aware of where you were standing.

sunghoon grips one of your hands, guiding it over his chest, “shh, it’s fine.”

heeseungs hand dips lower, his middle finger sliding through your slit. he lets out a groan before removing his hand from your shorts but quickly yanks them down, letting them fall to your ankles.

you let out a small yelp due to the quickness of the male. he glides his finger from your dripping hold, gathering your slick and moving to your clit, tapping it a few times before pressing down. 

“can’t believe you’re already this wet just from a little bit of touching,” he groans against your shoulder. “really thought we’d have to ease you into this– but you wanted this bad, huh?”

sunghoon smirks against your neck, lifting his head, wanting to see your face as heeseung pleasures you with his fingers, “c’mon, don’t tease her. poor girl probably hasn’t been touched properly in awhile.”

“is that true?” the male behind you questions softly but teasing, “were you just waiting for one of us to fuck you stupid?”

their teasing voices combined with heeseungs fingers massaging at your clit cause you to let out a soft whine. one buck of your hips has sunghoon reaching down and holding your hips in place for heeseung to continue his attack on your sensitive bud.

“you don’t even have to respond,” sunghoon mutters, “look at the way you’re whining and squirming.”

heeseung slips a finger in your core, pumping a few times before slipping another one inside of you. the feeling of your warm cunt walls wrapped around his fingers is enough to send him reeling, he grinds his hips into your ass with a grunt. 

the male in front of you has to tighten his grip on your hips, rolling his eyes. you let out a loud moan when heeseung curls his fingers inside of you, he brings his other hand to cover your mouth.

“don’t wanna wake jakey up, do you?” his voice is low, hot breath hitting the side of your face. you shake your head desperately as he continues to finger fuck you, scissoring and curling his fingers, hitting the sensitive spot inside of you with ease.

“look at her, hee.” sunghoon mumbles, admiring the way you look between the two men, “so pretty like this, isn’t she? if i knew this was a good way to get her to shut up, i'd have done it earlier.”

heeseung chuckles darkly, lips trailing against your neck once more, “she’s so fuckin’ greedy too. literally dripping down my hand… aren’t you, baby?”

you let out a muffled whine and nod your head shamelessly. 

“yeah? you’re doing so good like this,” he continues, “but i think you need more.”

heeseung pulls his fingers out of you and removes his hand from your mouth. you’re about to question him but he’s pushing you forward while pulling your hips back against him. sunghoon holds you steady as the male behind you undoes his pants.

“take your time, hee.” sunghoon comments, slowly losing his patience. “jay’s gonna be home soon.”

“‘m fucking trying,” he mutters in response, successfully freeing his hardened cock with his one hand. “hold her still and shut up.”

sunghoon rolls his head back in irritation and tightens his grip on you.

“you’ll need to cover her mouth too. i’m not sharing her between you and jake today.”

your taller roommate doesn’t respond again but brings his hand up to your mouth with a smirk. you whimper softly through his hand when you feel heeseung slide his tip through your wetness, gathering it on his cock. he rocks his hips a few times, teasing your clit before catching onto your hole and slowly pushing in.

“fuuuck,” he hisses. “she’s so damn tight, sunghoon.”

“just fuck her,” sunghoon responds impatiently, he tilts his head down at you. “that’s what you want right, babygirl?”

you let out a muffled grunt when heeseung bottoms out inside of you. he waits only a few moments before pulling out almost completely, then pushing back inside of you with more force and speed. 

the two men have you perfectly held in place, controlling the movements of your body as heeseung speeds up his thrusts. each rock of his hips draws out a moan from you, covered by sunghoons hand.

heeseung groans softly, his pace never slowing as he takes all the pleasure he can get from your body. “she’s seriously so tight.” he growls, his grip tightening on your body. “feel that? feel how well you wrap around my cock, baby?”

your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure. your cunt continues to squeeze around his cock as he pounds into you. sunghoon watches the way his roommates cock disappears inside of you, the way your juices glisten everytime he pulls out before slamming back in.

his own cock twitches in his pants, he’s so painfully hard and getting impatient. sunghoon wishes it were just him here instead of heeseung, wishing it were him being the one to fuck you– and only him. you let out a high pitch whine as heeseung speeds up his pace, his tip hitting your g-spot deliciously. he brings a hand down to rub at you clit, causing you to jump from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“mm, she jus’ gets tighter.” he slurs, drunk on the way your pussy sucks him in. “you like that, don’t you? shit.. y’gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

your eyes are shut, in a complete daze from the way his cock is fucking you. sunghoon smirks at the sight, in love with the way you’re fully enjoying every second of this.

“minutes ago you were about to rip our heads off,” he coos, “now you’re over here drooling on my hand over some cock. just a little slut, aren't you? maybe i was wrong about you being a prude.”

heeseung’s barely keeping it together behind you as his hips meet your ass with haste, hissing and groaning with each thrust. he’s uncoordinated and sloppy yet still hitting that spot deep inside of you, throwing your body towards sunghoon, who keeps a bruising grip on you as the other male pounds into you.

your past self would be embarrassed to see you now, yet, you couldn’t feel an ounce of shame at the moment. it feels as if heeseung’s fucking all the frustration out of you.

it’s dirty. the way the two men have you sandwiched in the kitchen— straight out of a cheap porno. every time you start to think about jay or jake strolling in and catching the three of you, it only makes your core throb more with need.

“what are you thinking about?” sunghoon whispers, leaning closer, offering his chest for your head to lean against. “hmm, baby? you thinking about something else while fucking yourself on heeseungs cock?”

the male mentioned lets out a loud groan, gripping your hips and pulling you back harder against him. you could tell he was close, as were you. your hands tug on the fabric of sunghoons shirt, attempting to pull yourself up. but with his hand on your mouth, you can’t let them know so you rely on your body language. 

“gonna cum for me?” heeseung grumbles, leaning closer to you. his thrusts are deep and rough as he chases his high. “c’mon, cum on this cock…” 

you feel your cunt flutter around him as you hit your peak, a muffled squeal leaving your mouth as you finally cum. heeseung pants, giving you a few more thrusts before pulling out completely and fisting his cock until he’s cumming all over your lower back and ass.

sunghoon removes his hand from your mouth causing you to take a deep breath, he wipes his hand on his pant leg which goes unnoticed by you. 

“jesus-” heeseung breathes out from behind you, hand gripping the counter. “fuck, that was good. why didn’t you tell me you felt this good before?”

you don’t reply to him– you just continue to lean against sunghoon as you regain all composure. the tall male keeps a hand on your waist as the other slowly unbuckles his belt. your other roommate redresses himself after using a paper towel to wipe himself down, giving your ass a small smack in the process.

“yo,” sunghoon calls out to him, earning a raised eyebrow in response. he cocks his head behind him. “keep jake in his room, yeah?”

“now?”

the man you were still using as support scoffs, “yes, dude. now..”

heeseungs stands there for a moment, looking at you as you finally turn around, slowly reaching to pull your shorts up. he clicks his tongue and walks off with a groan.

as soon as his footsteps fade away, sunghoon yanks your arm away from the article of clothing and pushes you against the kitchen counter. you gasp when the cold countertop makes contact with your skin. “s-sunghoon!”

he smacks his lips and pushes your sticky lower back down to keep you still, “you seriously thought i was about to let you walk away? after you made me watch him fuck you like that?”

he lifts his now cum covered hand off your back, studying it for a few moments. “not gonna let me have any fun? especially after you used me like a fucking wall?” he grips your face with his other hand, leaning over you as he shoves his fingers in your mouth.

the thick salty flavor hits your tongue immediately and you close your lips around his soaked fingers, the rest of the cum on his hand completely coating your chin and jaw. 

“you like that?” sunghoon chuckles darkly. “you know how pathetic you look right now?”

you groan around his fingers as he rocks his hips against you, grinding his bare cock in your slick. he doesn’t waste a second before shoving himself inside of you causing you to bite down on his fingers from the sudden full feeling once again.

sunghoon hisses in response, pulling out before roughly thrusting into you. the corner of the counter is digging into your hip but you couldn’t be bothered to resituate yourself. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and snakes his hand in between your thighs, pressing against your clit as he starts to pound into you. his other hand is on the back of your neck, a tight grip as he uses it to stabilize himself.

your own cum is dripping down your thighs as sunghoon’s cock forces it out with each thrust. it’s truly a struggle to stay quiet, your moans are coming out in rough whimpers and deep breaths. you lay your upper body flat against the counter and hide your face in your arms to help muffle your sounds of pleasure.

though it wouldn’t even matter if anyone could hear your cries because the sound of wet skin slapping against each other could surely be heard from the other side of the neighborhood. 

“fuck, you’re taking me so good right now. heeseung loosened you up for me, didn’t he?”  sunghoons voice is low and rough, almost stuttering over his words. “so fuckin’ greedy for cock– look at you.”

if it weren’t for your arms, your face would be squashed into the hard countertops from the sheer force of his hand around the back of your neck pushing it down. sunghoon doesn’t notice, nor does he care about his roughness because truly all he cares about is cumming. 

you can hear the door slam and you try to lift your hand, in sheer panic, but sunghoon shoves it back down with a grumble. 

“t’sup?” sunghoon lets out a sigh and throws his head back.

“nothing,” the voice, belonging to jay, responds. he throws a few envelopes on the counter and sighs. “another noise complaint– like dude, who fucking cares? they act like the cops are gonna bust us or something.”

never in a million years did you think you would be getting backshots while two people had a completely casual conversation as you were between them.

sunghoon groans, his pace barely slowing, “my parents own half this fuckin’ neighborhood.”

“that’s what i’m saying! these complaints are useless.” jay responds, an annoyed tone lacing his voice. “is that– y’know what, i’m tired. clean the counters when you’re done.”

and with that, jay is walking away. you only hope he’s heading to his bedroom. however, your entire body is hot with embarrassment yet you feel yourself about to cum any second.

“fuck– sunghoon! s-slow down.” you barely cry out as you cream around his cock. he rolls his eyes, not that you could see, before pulling out completely. 

you take a deep breath before he grabs you and spins you around, pushing you to your knees. your hands fly to his thighs, trying to catch yourself before bruising your knees. 

sunghoon spares you a wicked smirk before tapping the tip of his cock against your lips, in which you invite him in with zero hesitance. he doesn’t start slow, immediately pushing his cock to your throat, enough to bring tears to your eyes before pulling out to let you breathe.

and he does it again. and again. until you're coughing around his cock.

“yeah, just like that, baby.” the male sighs, hand gripping your hair. he lets you take another deep breath before shoving his cock deeper down your throat. “look at you gagging– fuck, this is so good.”

he repeats his actions until his cock is twitching with the need to cum. sunghoon gives a few thrusts before pulling back slightly and cumming all over your tongue and throat. his release was almost too much for you, but he didn’t care that it was dripping out of your mouth, or that you were borderline choking on it.

“swallow.”

you try to shake your head no but he only tugs on your hair, “you can.”

shakily, you cover your mouth as you gulp, swallowing his sticky release. sunghoon chuckles, completely satisfied. 

“you’re so fucking easy, you know that?” he cooes. his thumb, sticky with heeseungs earlier release, wipes at your tears. you can only stare at him as he continues to degrade you. “oh, don’t be ashamed, princess, it’s perfect for us.”

you wipe at the corner of your mouth before grabbing your shorts that are laid close by. grabbing the counter edge above, you pull yourself up, not at all wanting to ask for sunghoons help. he leans against the counter, fixing his belt, completely uninterested in you.

slipping the shorts on felt useless in front of him. what was there to hide at this point?

“i’m gonna shower.”

“yeah, sure. i’ll try not to use any hot water for the next hour.”

you give him a nod. well, this is fucking weird. but you honestly would rather take this than it be awkward. genuinely, you would rather not have him force himself to give you soft and sweet aftercare. 

“jays cooking tonight!” sunghoon calls out to you as you head back to your room. you roll your eyes and push your door open.

you: 

    hypothetically, i have this friend who wanted to move out of her current place because she HATES her roommates but she just fucked 2 of them…. at the same time and suddenly doesnt want to leave

from: chaewon 💓

       what the FUCK did u just say to me

you:

     so basically im fucked

🍊: @filmnings @deobitifull @leov3rse @hooniehon @roslayy @strxwbloody @cutiepatootiejungwon @jakeswifez @yuriknows @d-dilemma (bold couldn’t be tagged / taglist open!)

[veryrockyraccoon]

So I found a few things like this awhile back but figured I’d share my own thoughts about it.

The Mandalorians thinking of the Jedi as great warriors and to them getting a Jedi in the family was considered a great feat (that no one has managed to achieve yet), they think the Jedi have incredibly high standards, as the great warriors they are should, and continue to follow, flirt with and try to parent Jedi they see.

Meanwhile the Jedi fully believe the Mandos hate them, they specifically warn all younglings to avoid them and it’s one of the first lessons for Padawans.

At one point a Mando sees a Jedi with a Padawan and try’s to compliment the Jedis child rearing skills but they say something like “Your young one is very strong, they would make a great Mandalorian!” Which to the Mando is a compliment and a little bit of flirting, but for the Jedi, who’s already primed to stop someone from kidnapping their padawan because of how popular force-sensitive slaves are (especially those with training who aren’t considered to dangerous, ie Jedi padawans) takes this as a threat and responds with a snarled “Yes they are, and so am I” while projecting every ounce of ‘I’ll beat you black and blue’ they can into the force, the Jedi quickly pulls their padawan close and leaves. Meanwhile the Mando is like “Wow that was hot” and is all proud of themselves for coming up with such a great compliment.

A ton of other shenanigans ensue and it’s great.

Side note I love the idea of the Jedi being very off putting to most others, not in a clear way but a lot of small things (just to fast reflexes, knowing what you’re about to say and responding before you even started etc).

Also here’s a list of reasons Jedi are the perfect spouse to Mandos

They’re great warriors who treat battles as dances, you will never get tired of watching their swirling robes and glowing blades.

They’re amazing with kids, raising their young is a great honor to them.

They stay level headed in the most stressful of situations, remaining competent and calm the entire time.

Their ability to sense danger means they almost always have the upper hand in battle.

Again great fighters, you won’t know true awe until you seen a Jedi cut down a field of enemies in less time then it takes most to fight a small gang.

Anyway these were just some thoughts I had, if anyone has any fic recs with this premise please let me know!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Remember how Ford made himself a target during weirdmageddon by admitting that he knew the equation to collapse the barrier on gravity falls to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t go after his family, even if that meant he’d go through a f*ck ton of torture?

I think he did the same thing back in the 80’s when he realized Bill was evil but didn’t go to you for help. Sure, maybe half of it was him not believing he had any right to reach out to you for help after he essentially ghosted you for months because of Bill’s influence, but the other half was definitely him wanting to keep you as far outside of Bill’s reach as possible.

If we’re being real, Bill likely threatened to possess his body and hurt or maybe even off you, so as much as it pained him to stay away, he believed you’d be safer if he did.

The sad thing is, you got hurt regardless.

Dunno if this answers your ask or not, I’ll let you decide.

I imagine that Ford has like a two page spread dedicated to you in his journal, very much in the same way he had a page dedicated to heavily debating whether or not he should reach out to Stanley for help.

But instead of the page being full of cons why Ford shouldn’t contact you, it’s him admitting to his biggest and most stupidest regret he’s ever committed: pushing you away and how he truly believes that in order to keep you safe he had to cut connections with you and go non contact. His hand ached like hell from when Bill tried to punch and scratch the door to the portal but the ache in his heart was ever greater than that.

The page would be covered head to toe in drawings of you and your sweet smile, maybe even adding a picture of you both when you were younger. Bill might’ve been his muse for a while but you were his lifelong muse that he has tossed aside for something temporary.

You grew up with him and Stanley and knew him better then he knew himself in most cases and instead of repaying the favour, Ford fucked off to gravity Falls and dedicated himself entirely to his work, isolating himself from anyone and everyone and would often double down on this when confronted about it.

Though sooner or later the regret settles in his chest as he soon realises that he was on his own after Fiddleford left.

He had let bill consume him from the inside out and made him believe that no one outside of them both should matter or be worth a second thought; Even you, his once dearly beloved. The one who didn’t see his six fingers as an abnormality but a gift, a blessing even to his distinct uniqueness. You gave him your all and he gave you nothing in return. How selfish of him.

Ford wouldn’t be surprised if you had forgotten about him or had your heart sour at the thought of him and moved on after awhile. he couldn’t blame you, he never could as he felt it was a befitting punishment for never having bothered to reach out and respond whenever you asked him if he was okay, or taking care of himself. All you wanted was for him to be safe and enjoy Gravity Falls for what it was and not what he wanted it to be and Ford didn’t even do that.

Ford was certain you’d be ashamed of him and the things he’s done alongside Bill, or the things Bill did while possessing him. You’d probably wouldn’t recognise him anymore even if he did reach out to you.

He wanted to reach out to you, he really did but he didn’t feel as though the reception he would receive wouldn’t be a warm one. You wouldn’t smile at him lovingly or call his name with a fondness and hug him tightly, but instead look at him as though he was the cause of all your misery because in some aspect he was, and never had he regretted it more then he did now when his own loneliness became evident and hard to deny.

Bill would’ve made multiple threats to Ford that he’d kill you or torture you while possessing him so that it would look like he was the one hurting you if he ever thought about reaching out to you, and he’d make sure that it would haunt him for the rest of his life knowing that he couldn’t do anything to protect the one he loved the most. Bill would make a point with your theoretical death as to keep Ford in line.

Ford probably even have hallucinations of you dying or dead before he could even reach you and would believe that this was a sign to not get you involved in his mess. He has no right to reach for you after being silent for so long, which is why he decided to take the risk and reach out to Stanley instead, only with the promise that he didn’t tell you what was going on no matter how hard it maybe for him to not do so, as he knew Stanley has a weak spot for you -his honorary sibling or in law should Ford have actually married you- and it had been that way since you were kids.

However despite all the risks Ford has put himself through, you were still nursing a broken heart over his lack of communication ever since he moved to Gravity Falls. Maybe he had forgotten all about you during his stay, or finally felt relived that he was leaving town that he forgot you were the reason it was bearable? Whether the reason it didn’t stop your heart from hurting knowing that the perfect man you’ve known since childhood had left you in the past while he headed towards his future, alone.

You’d love him, you’d never stop loving Ford and you don’t think you ever could and what hurt the most was that he might’ve felt something, or nothing at all for you, but you’ll never get that answer from him directly so you decided the answer for yourself and have been living with a broken heart ever since.

[bookshelf-dust]

kiss it better

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3,176

warnings: swearing, sick fic (sorta), steve not taking care of himself, anxiety, stress, mental breakdown?, best friends to lovers deal (let me know if i missed something)

a/n: hi! it’s been awhile. i’m sorry about that. this has been a very slow process for me. my mental health is shit, and that’s probably obvious. i hope it hasn’t seeped into this too much, but it probably will with the next few things i write. i apologize for taking so long to post, for disappearing, for not really making this the blog it once was. but i’m not the same person i was then. so we’ll see where this goes. i hope you enjoy this one a little. i love you.

————

The shrill sound of a phone ringing scares you awake, eyes flying open, heart pounding so aggressively you fear for a split second that it might burst. 

You sit up quickly, enough so that you make yourself dizzy trying to get your bearings. You roll onto your side, and reach blindly across the edge of your nightstand, grabbing for the green plastic that’s shaking with the force of which it’s ringing. 

You almost fall out of bed, just managing to catch yourself as you bring the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?”

Your voice comes out weak, thick with sleep and the longing for more rest. It startles you and makes you clear your throat. 

“Hey, it’s me.”

The voice on the other line is even weaker than your own. It’s quiet.

“Steve?”

Your eyes find the alarm clock on your dresser, bright red letters telling you it’s just after one in the morning. You might be half-asleep, but you’re conscious enough that your heart rate picks up, registering that this isn’t when your best friend normally calls. 

You hear him breathe, along with some shuffling. He’s nodding his head, but realizes you can’t see. 

“Yeah. Listen,” he drags a shaking hand down his face. “I’m sorry to call so late.”

“Hey, it’s okay. What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

He goes quiet for a moment, but you wait patiently for him to continue. He must be trying to get something out, and you don’t want to pressure him, or cause him stress in any way. 

Steve huffs, frustrated with himself. 

“I-I’ve got an insane headache, and we’re out of goddamn medicine. My parents were here, and my mom was hungover and I guess she must’ve emptied us out, but it hurts too bad to drive, and…” He trails off, breathing heavily. 

His pause lends you a moment to process, and you decide to speak up. If his head is killing him, you know finding the energy to speak to you, let alone call, has to be draining. You wouldn’t want him to suffer anymore than he already is. 

“Stevie?” you start, happy to hear a small hum that encourages you to go on. He registers what you’ve called him, something you don’t call him often, and his chest aches. “I’ve got some I can bring you. I think all the drugstores nearby are closed.” 

You swing your legs out from under the covers, pushing yourself off the mattress. Pressing the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you pull on the pair of sweats slung over the end of your bed, trying not to bust your ass as you hop into them. 

“Is anything else hurting you?” you ask, gently as can be. 

“Honestly?” he responds. “I think I’m sick. I can’t be sick, can I?”

You stand upright once again, taking the phone firmly in your hand. 

“I think even King Steve can get sick from time to time. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

————

Steve’s not sure you understand him. He can’t be sick. He’s got shit to do. He has a shift tomorrow, and he’s pretty sure Dustin needs a ride one day this week because Claudia is on a “girls trip.” He has to keep working on his college essay, because he’d told you he was almost done, but really he isn’t. 

Steve doesn’t have the time to be sick. And he can’t have you ruining your own schedule to come and babysit him. He’s supposed to be the babysitter. Not the charge. 

He should be able to take care of himself, but of course, the one time his parents come home they clean out his mediocre supply of medicine. Something he’s always stocked up on, given his tendency to get the shit beat out of him, or the nasty string of tension headaches that just won’t quit. 

And his head is killing him. He has his palms pressed to his temples, trying (and failing) to dull the ache. There aren’t any lights on in the kitchen, where he’s sitting on the floor, back pressed to the cabinets. 

He’s trying not to move too much either, because he’s dizzy. This probably has to do with the fact that he skipped dinner, feeling too nauseous to eat. Now that Steve is hungry, he fears he won’t be able to get up and fix anything. 

Maybe you’ll be able to help, he thinks. But that voice is quick with a counter argument. No. I need to do it. 

He perks up at the sound of the front door opening. “Steve?” you call out, careful not to slam the door or yell too loud. It’s also why you hadn’t rung the doorbell. 

Steve raps his knuckles softly against the countertop, hoping it’ll be enough to clue you in. He can’t bring himself to shout right now. You follow the sound, taking the few steps toward the kitchen. 

When your eyes lock on his figure, see the way the heels of his hands press into his eyes, you realize how young he looks. He almost looks small, legs pulled up to his chest, big, lanky body compacted as much as possible. He looks vulnerable. You’re sure he hates that. 

“Hi, Steve,” you say, keeping your voice low. 

He looks up at you, and his face splits into a sweet grin. He’s happy that you’re here, even if that voice is screaming at him, wanting to punish him for asking for help. 

“Hey, honey.” You smile back at him, and his heart rate picks up. Sometimes he forgets how beautiful you are, and then you’re standing in front of him, snatching every last breath from his lungs. 

You set your bag down beside him and reach out, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He feels a little warm, but not feverishly so. 

You move away from him, grabbing a cup from the drying rack. You fill it up with water and crouch at his side. Steve takes the glass from you, head resting against the cabinet to watch as you grab him some medicine. You hand him a few pills, and he takes them quickly. If he doesn’t get this headache calmed down soon, he thinks he might just die. 

Steve keeps drinking the water you gave him, and you push his hair back again, watching the way it curls around his ears. 

He drinks about half of the water before he pauses, taking a deep breath. He looks at you then. It’s mostly dark in the kitchen, but the lamp on the table by the front door is on, so you’re a little backlit from it. Not to mention the moonlight seeping in from the window above the sink.

You look gorgeous. And you came over to take care of him. You got up, at one in the morning, and drove to his house, just because he asked you to. Hell, he hadn’t even asked. He hadn’t gotten the words out. But you’d known. You’d known exactly what he was trying to ask, and you’d offered your help with no qualms. 

Steve’s nose starts to sting, and that pressure from behind his eyes—it starts to release. Before he knows it, his vision is getting cloudy, and he’s crying. He can’t be crying, can he? 

You carefully remove the glass from his hand and move in between his spread knees. 

“Steve, it’s okay. I’m here, and I’m gonna take top notch care of you.” 

“I know you are,” he says, voice breaking. “But I should be able to do it myself. I always do it myself.” He presses his hands against his face, but you catch his wrists and gently pull them away. 

You hold your arms out, and Steve practically falls into you. He buries his face in your neck. He can feel the warmth of your skin, the cotton of your sleep shirt. You smell like soap, that fancy conditioner you use. 

One of your hands finds the base of his neck, nails scratching gently over his scalp, thumb dragging over the top of his spine. Your other rubs soothingly up and down his back. 

“But the thing is, Stevie, you don’t have to.” 

He’s not a loud crier. But he is sort of panicky, breaths coming quick and short, chest heaving against your own. “I know you’ve always had to do a lot by yourself, but you can ask for help, and you don’t have to punish yourself for it, either.”

You feel him nod against your collarbone. His hands are fisting the back of your shirt. Eventually, he pulls away, but keeps his eyes closed. He tries to keep his head turned from your gaze. 

“Hey. Look at me.”

He does, albeit reluctantly. Steve’s cheeks are flushed, lashes clumped together and lips parted where he tries to suck in a good deep breath. 

You reach up, fingers gently sweeping away the remainder of the tears on his face. He leans into your touch, and you let him. You lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his forehead. You’ve never done that before.

Steve recognizes that you’ve never done it before, even if it’s sort of fuzzy. Sure, he’s kissed the back of your hand and you’ve reciprocated, but he’s usually the one to initiate physical affection. You’re too shy most often, even if you ache to do it. 

Fuck, he wishes he were a little more coherent right now. 

“Can you stand for me? It’s late, and I think you need to rest.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sure.” Now that he’s thinking about it, getting in bed sounds so nice. 

You stand first, and watch as Steve pushes off the floor, gripping the countertop on the way up to steady himself. 

“Come on. The stairs are gonna be a pain.”

He reaches out for you, and you let him take your arm. He pads out to the staircase, and you watch each precarious step he takes, hoping he won’t get too woozy and trip. 

By the time he finally makes it up there, he’s wrapped both arms around your waist and buried his face between your shoulder blades. You soften beneath his hold. 

You walk slowly towards his bedroom, and he waddles behind you. You push the door open. “M’kay, Steve. Wanna change clothes and hop into bed?” 

He pulls off of you and grabs hold of his dresser. “I’m not givin’ you a free show.”

You snort. “I’ll go get some more water and be right back.”

His grin fades. “Please be fast.” He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want you to leave him. 

“Steve, I’m practically The Flash.”

He laughs, pulling a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out of the drawer. Usually he’d sleep in less, but with you here he feels he should keep his modesty.

When you return, he takes the water from you, drinking it faster than he probably should. Steve feels like he’s had the shit beat out of him, and for once—he hasn’t. 

You’d sat down on the edge of the bed, not noticing the way he’s staring at you. You look up when he sets the glass down. He drags both hands down his face. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He exhales. “I want you to stay here with me, but I don’t want you to get sick. The idea of you being on the couch, which is like, miles away, is driving me insane.”

“Steve?”

“Huh?”

“Can’t I just sleep on the futon?”

His eyes move towards the other side of his room where said piece of furniture is pressed against the wall. He’d bought it when group sleepovers became a thing after all they’d dealt with. Jesus, his brain really isn’t working. 

“Oh. Yeah, honey. Just don’t want you to go far.” 

You lean forward and push his hair back from his forehead. You’ll need to remember to take his temperature come morning.

“I’m not going anywhere, Steve. I promise. Not until you’re all better.”

————

When Steve wakes up, you’re not there. He starts to panic, thinking maybe he’d been too much, maybe he’d shown you a side of himself he shouldn’t have, that maybe you left. 

But you return to his room just as he’s about to start looking for you. There’s a thermometer in your hand. 

“Morning, sleepy boy. Are you coherent enough for me to check your temperature? Or no?”

He yanks the covers off of himself, and his shirt has ridden up. You catch a sliver of tummy before he sits up fully, and you miss it the second it’s gone. 

“Hit me, I can take it.”

You roll your eyes but stick the thermometer under his tongue when he opens his mouth. When you pull it away, you’re happy to see he hasn’t got a fever. He was warm last night when you kissed his forehead, but you’re thinking it was from stress or just overheating. 

“No fever. What’s buggin’ you today, Stevie?”

He flops onto his back, and his shirt rides up again. You mentally slap yourself for being so enamored by it. All your brain can compute is tummy. Steve’s tummy. “My head still, and my stomach. I feel like I haven’t slept in four years.”

His words snap you out of your reverie. “Four years? That’s incredible. When’s the last time you ate something?”

Steve stares at you for a moment, though it looks as if there isn’t a single thought behind his eyes. “Yesterday…morning. I think. Yeah, I had a banana.”

You stare back, rather appalled at his statement. “Steve.”

“Hm?”

“All you’ve had to eat in the past twenty four hours is a banana?”

“Yep.”

“Jesus christ. Get your ass up and come with me.”

Steve doesn’t move. Rather he watches you move, right out the door and towards the top of the stairs. You pause and turn around, crossing your arms. 

He huffs. And then he slides down the side of the bed like a child before crawling up and following you to the kitchen. 

Over the course of the next few hours, you manage to get Steve to eat, shower, and go for a short walk, weather permitting and all. He’s looking astronomically better than he did last night. 

Steve sits opposite you on the couch, his socked feet in your lap. “What do you think my deal is?”

You rub your hand over his calf. “I think you just had a little bug. Or maybe you let yourself get too stressed out and your body couldn’t take it.”

He blinks. “Is that…that's not a thing? Is it?”

“When’s the last time you gave yourself a fuckin’ break, Steve? When you just took a day for yourself rather than worrying about who needs to go where, or if you’ll have to cover a shift? You have to take care of yourself, or this is the kind of shit that happens.”

“Being overwhelmed about your parents, not eating, worrying about that application, all of that is fucking with you. That headache was probably a stress headache. They’re killer. I want you to be healthy and comfortable, Steve.”

You exhale, and close your eyes. When you open them, Steve has sat up, scooting towards you on your end of the couch. 

He might still be tired, but he can’t believe this. He can’t believe you. No one has ever worried for him in this way. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask. 

He barely even registers your words, too busy memorizing every line on your face. You look so fucking beautiful. It almost makes him angry. 

“I’m thinkin’ about how bad I want to kiss you.”

Your face starts to burn. You shove his shoulder. He looks at the place where you’d pushed, quirking a brow, but grinning nonetheless.

“What?”

“Steve, you can’t say shit like that.”

“How come?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Best friends.”

“Well yeah, but best friends don’t say that to one another.”

His grin widens. He looks more awake than he has this entire time. 

“Oh, but you haven’t said it.”

You blink. “Huh?”

Steve gets his voice up that little bit higher, doing a cheap imitation of you. “‘Best friends don’t say that to one another.’ Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that implies you want a kiss too, doesn’t it?”

You drag your hands down your face and flop back against the arm of the couch. 

“So you gonna say it, or what?” He’s shifted, and you can feel him hovering over you, but you refuse to move your hands. 

“Of course I’m thinking about kissing you, Steve.” You suck in a breath and open your eyes, locking with his own. “But you’ve got cooties.”

Steve rolls his eyes before he backs up and yanks on your ankle so that you’re flat against the couch. 

“You did not just lecture me about self-care just to tell me I have cooties. I didn’t even have a fever.” 

“I didn’t even have a fever,” you mock, lowering your voice in what is quite possibly the worst impression of him you could do.

He’s quick about it. Almost stealthy, not that you’d ever boost his ego by telling him so. But his fingers are reaching for your sides, the tips dancing over your shirt, that tiny sliver of hip showing where it’s ridden up. 

Steve is practically drunk off of your laugh. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, and when he goes for your neck, when you tilt your head and trap his fingers between your cheek and shoulder, he thinks he could die. 

You and your laugh. The fact that you drove over at one in the fucking morning, without even thinking about it, just because you care. That you stayed the night, listened to his pitiful thoughts, took care of him…it’s too much. 

Never in his life did he think he’d find someone like you. Someone who makes him feel like he matters. You’d made him realize how smart he is, how capable. That he could do things for himself and not just to please his dickhead father. 

You have made him whole. 

He lets up when you start breathing extra heavily, only to tickle the underside of your foot before he quits, just to piss you off. You kick him in the side. 

“I think a kiss from my very favorite person might be the best form of self-care there is, honey.”

You sit up. “Wow. King Steve really never died.” He raises his hands like he might tickle you again, but you catch them before he can do any damage. “Okay, sorry!” 

Before he can register it, you’ve leaned in and pressed your lips to his. When he does realize, he lets out a surprised hum, and you can feel that smartass smirk forming on his face. 

When you pull away, he whines. 

“All better?”

Steve falls back against the couch, pulling you with him just to get that laugh out of you again. 

“I’m healed.”

————

please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[konpeitonom]

Pookie I'm BEGGING YOU for a curly x fem reader smut but like he has a rough day and reader asks her to take it out on her so he's like rougher with her than usual 🤭🤭 then there's some nice fluffy aftercare afterwards. As usual take ur time and take breaks!

-🌺 anon

a long day of work, captain grant curly.

nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader — content warnings for light choking, degrading.. he’s a bit mean. some creative liberty was taken..

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; i don’t like to write full length one shots n such and don’t plan too.. just not my style. so i’ll write this in sort of a headcanon-ny / drabble formatting. just a quick heads up for anyone who requests me! i also.. forgot the fluffy aftercare part.. perhaps another time, or a little pt2 if i feel so inclined..

but this might have been my favorite to write for today. this is my 6th piece for the day (posting in the morning..) thank you for ur request anon..

nsfw under the cut! minors do not read

— curly after a long, tiring day of work, all he wanted was to see your pretty face. it always made him feel better. everytime he opens that door, he’ll hear, “welcome home!!”, “you were working for so long, can’t you cut back your hours?”, “i missed you so much. quit that stupid job, please?” .. you get the point.

— he seems extra tired today. even after dinner, a nice bath, some tv, he still looks so stressed! you have to do something. isn’t there anything you can do?

— eventually he ends up venting about work, how stressed he is. he doesn’t like to but he knows you don’t mind. one thing led to another and he was on top of you.

- ♡

“curly.. you know, you don’t have to hold back as much as you do..” you say, your hands on his arms. your fingertips trace his muscles just slightly, as a way to ease him into the idea.

he groans at that thought. god, he really needs to let it all go. but he can’t do that. he really can’t, “what are you talking about?” he said, playing dumb. but you were able to see through him, of course you were.

“curly..”

“no, i can’t.”

“please.. you can take it all out on me. please? i want it. i really do. don’t you want it too?” you respond so desperately.

- ♡

— you knew your husband well. he’d only do it to make you happy. and if that was it? then he can’t say no.

— he’s a bit soft at first. he’s still holding back. just be patient with him, it’ll take awhile for him to get a bit rough the way he does.

— one of his hands holds tightly onto the bed frame, the other on your shoulder keeping you down. his pace is regular but his thrusts are much rougher, you can feel his dick bruising your insides.

— please be vocal.. it tells him you’re enjoying it too. even all pent up and stressed, he’s prioritizing you’re pleasure. even like this, he’ll make sure you cum first.

- ♡

your mouth is wide open, the prettiest noises coming out of it. he looks down at you, his eyes a bit squinted as he places a hand on your neck. you nod gently as to reassure him it was okay, and that’s when he pressed down.

he lets out a low groan, “fuck, do you like that? seriously?” he teased, his tone mean. you didn’t expect that from him, but it was more than welcome.

“god, should’ve told me sooner.” he said, as he pushed down just a bit- pushing the boundaries of what was you’re regular, “look at you. you’re such a mess. i wish you could see your face right now, it’s fucking pathetic.”

- ♡

— you can tell he feels bad, but small reassurances fuel him. so just nod and smile and he’ll continue.

— at this point his pace quickens and he’s rough with it. his hand that isn’t wrapped around your neck like a vice, is on your hips- digging deep into your skin.

— he’d then turn you over to your tummy, making you go on all fours as he pulls your hair back. kind of like a leash. his dick balls deep into your pussy still.

— god, he was so rough. it hurt, you can’t lie. but it felt so good, so good to know that the sensitive man you married has a side to him that only you have the pleasure of feeling.

— “fuck. seems like you enjoy being used like this. yeah? like a fucking toy? why didn’t you say so before then?” he’d whisper into your ear.

— he cums at the sight of your eyes rolled back to make eye contact with him, your tongue a bit out as you moan uncontrollably. maybe it was also the teardrops that stained your face. you looked pitiful, really.

— “are you okay?” he’d whisper in your ear. he felt bad for cumming first. but he couldn’t help it. he could only hope you wouldn’t be too upset.

— that’s when he’d turn you over to your back to see your face much more clearly. if you tell him now that you need a break, he’s happy to do so- then please you. no harsh words, just love.

— but if you nod, tell him it’s okay- and that you want to continue. you’re in for a long night, because at that slight nod he’s already shoved his dick back in you. he’s desperate, and you’re willing to give it to him.

[nymphet-emma]

check out my last 3 post on twitter… 😵‍💫🤤🤭 (@nymphetem)

passed ap1 guys now onto anatomy/physiology 2, microbiology, college algebra, medical terminology, and effective speech.

not really sure how i managed to pull it off bc this was the hardest time of my life but im glad it’s over for now.

I’ll be responding to messages on here and twitter for awhile. so glad to have a break and pls send me ideas of photos you’d like to see, both explicit and SFW. I need ideas for things to post here to not get banned.

As well as ideas for my twitter posts since their guidelines are more lenient in terms of adult content.

I missed you guys really and can’t wait to chat.

[autisticoscarpiastri]

Kiss and Make Up - Norstappen x reader

If Lando wins the championship, I take full responsibility for it.

Warning: Like one swear? Arguments between Max and Lando

It’s the start of winter break, and you couldn’t be happier. You’re off of school for over a month and your boyfriends didn’t have any race for awhile. The perfect time to stay home and chill. Or so you thought. It started subtle at first, either boy saying they were staying over with a friend while the other was in your shared apartment. One of them always bailing on date night, but never both of them.

It all culminated one rare night when both boys were in the apartment, when you were watching Home Alone with Lando in the living room while Max was streaming. Lando was cuddled up to you, covered in the fuzziest blanket while you played with his curls. It was utter bliss. Well, it was until Max came out to the kitchen to refill his water bottle, knowing you would berate him if he drank only Red Bulls all day. As soon as Max opened the door to exit his stream room, Lando pulled his head from under your hand, sitting straight up, glaring at Max. Max didn’t notice at first, but once he did, he rolled his eyes and let out a scoff. You, having noticed Lando moving from under your hand, saw the whole interaction unfold. This was the last straw. You sat up on the couch and asked “What is up with you two? Ever since break started there’s been an animosity between you two. One of you always bails on dates or is staying with a friend.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t steal the Championship from me,” Lando said.

“It’s not stealing when I was ahead the whole season. It’s not my fault you fumbled the bag,” Max responded.

Lando opens his mouth to reply but you beat him to it. “Okay, what we’re not gonna do is fight like we’re children. How about you two talk it out like normal, functioning adults.” Both men had their arms crossed, refusing to look at each other. “Okay, well if you two won’t talk it out with me here, I guess I’ll have to stay over at a friend’s place until you guys sort this out. This relationship only works with mutual respect.”

“Babe.”

“Schat,” they said at the same time.

“I won’t hear it. I’m gonna go pack my things, and I won’t be back until this is sorted.” With a final nod, you get up from the couch to go to your room to pack a suitcase.

The boys sit on the couch with as much space between them as possible. They stayed like that even after you left.

Lando let out a huff. “What does she think we are, a couple of kids fighting on the playground?”

Max sighs. He has missed having his boyfriend and hated having to tiptoe around him when he wanted to spend time with you. “I’m sorry for avoiding you. I know it must be hard for you to finally have a good enough car to be in the running for the championship only to barely miss the mark. It’s the closest anyone’s gotten and you’re part of that feat.”

“I’m sorry too, for all the bitchy comments I’ve about in interviews. You truly deserve this title, no matter what I say.”

They then go into a somewhat awkward hug, affection with each other was never either man’s strong suit.

“What were you two watching before all this?” Max asks.

“Home Alone,” Lando responds.

“What’s it about?” Max inquires.

“Oh, you’ve never seen it?! It’s a Christmas classic. Let me start it from the beginning.”

It wasn’t until the next morning that you got a text message saying they made up.

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST

Chapter 5

            They pulled into a McDonalds and Rebecca opened Brian’s door. He had successfully finished his second juice of the morning. She smiled as she unbuckled him. She unclipped his pacifier and stuffed it into her purse. “I will give you a break since we are out in public,” Rebecca whispered. “But remember, if you have to go potty, you tell mommy.” She grabbed his hand and led him inside. At the counter, Brian started to make his order, but Rebecca stopped him before he could get two words out. She shot him a look that let him know mommy was in charge. “Good morning. He will have a sausage biscuit and an apple juice. I’ll have a bacon, egg and cheese with a large black coffee. Thank you,” Rebecca said confidently, knowing that the cashier was giving the couple strange looks.

            Rebecca grabbed their tray and they made their way to a table. Brian started to complain, “Why can’t I have a coffee?”

            Without missing a beat, Rebecca answered, “Coffee isn’t for babies.” Disappointed, Brian went to grab his breakfast, but she slapped his hand, “Let mommy do that.” She opened the rapper and began cutting the sandwich into bite size pieces. She opened his juice, but reminded him to be super careful since she left his sippy cup in the car. “Now eat up sweetheart.”

            Brian kept his head down, certain that every person in the restaurant was staring at him, but the truth was every went about their own business. The two ate in relative quiet. He finished his juice. “My baby must have liked his food, you finished it so fast. Mommy is almost done.” Brian cringed and his eyes scanned the restaurant, praying that no one could hear her. “Alright sweetie. Before we leave, do you need to go potty?”

            Brian was mortified, “NO. Can we just go please?”

            “Relax cutie,” Rebecca was thoroughly enjoying his discomfort.

They walked to the car and once again she buckled him in. She pulled his pacifier back out, “Be good for me and suck on your binky. We will be at the store in just a few minutes.”

            They arrived at a department store, “Mommy wants to buy some clothes. If baby is on his best behavior, maybe you will get a treat.” As they walked inside, Brian realized that he still had is pacifier in his mouth and quickly shoved it into his pocket. Rebecca pretended to not notice, but it just reinforced that Brian was never going to let himself be little on his own. The two walked inside and found the women’s clothing section. Brian had always been a patient husband and bought whatever her heart desired. He had endured countless shopping trips, but this was different. With every step he took, he could feel the material of his pullup. He felt paranoid that everyone in the store knew his secret. He just stood behind his mommy as she perused the racks. She made sure to take her precious time.

            She picked item after item to try on. Brian squirmed knowing that this was going to take awhile. Every minute felt like an eternity. He just stood outside the stall as she tried on different outfits. He was unsettled and bored all at the same time. He just wanted to get out of there. But then he noticed an ache in his bladder. No way in hell was he going to ask her to take him to the bathroom. He would just wait till they got home where he would hopefully be able to slip away and use the bathroom on his own. With every passing moment, his need for the bathroom grew more and more intense. Rebecca opened up the stall to model a new outfit, “What do you think sweetheart?” She immediately recognized the look on his face. “Brian, baby, do you need to go pee-pee. Mommy can take you. All you need to do is tell me.”

            “No, Im fine,” Brian responded hoping that she believed him.

            “Ok baby. I’ve got a few more things to try on,” as she walked back into the stall. Brian took a deep breath, desperately trying to will away his need to pee. He crossed his legs hoping to relieve some pressure.

            “Are you almost done,” Brian asked in a whiney tone.

            “Not quite sweetheart, be patient for mommy just a little bit longer,” Rebecca said from behind the stall door.

            Brian tried to take his mind off of his predicament. He tried looking through the racks, but his mind kept racing back to the fact that his wife of nearly ten years was turning him into a baby. He had always fantasized about it, but it was always just that: a dream. This was real life and it terrified him. How could he give up control? He needed to be the provider so that his wife didn’t have to be. She had always been so sweet and supportive of him. The least he could do was work hard so she didn’t have to. He could still remember the day he saw her. He was absolutely smitten. He saw her in a coffee shop on his way to work. Her wavy brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Although she sported a hoodie and jeans, he could tell she was curvaceous. Something about her drew him in like a moth to a flame. Brian was never one to openly flirt with women. He was always a bit shy and reserved. But with her, he had to try. He plucked up his courage and walked up to her table, “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Brian and I couldn’t help but notice you. I don’t normally do this, but would you grab coffee with sometime.”

            Rebecca looked up at the dapper man standing before her. She flashed him a smile. She could sense the shyness of him which conveyed a genuineness about him. He was tall and fairly fit. Why not, he seems harmless.

            “I would love to. How about tomorrow at noon?”, she asked. He was thrilled, over the moon happy. That moment of bliss Brian daydreamed about was soon shattered by a sound that jerked him back. It sounded as if someone was peeing. He was confused, until the warmth spread across his crotch. The daydream had broken his concentration and he was flooding his pullup.

            “Ok, I am all done baby boy…Brian are you ok?” Rebecca asked as she exited the stall. She saw the look of total panic on his face and a growing wet patch on his pants. His pullup couldn’t handle it and pee dribbled down his legs. Brian burst into tears. In that moment all he wanted was mommy. Rebecca flung into mommy mode. She set aside her clothing and went to comfort her baby boy. “Why didn’t you tell mommy you needed to pee-pee? I guess you aren’t ready for pull ups? Where is your paci baby?” she asked.

            Brian could only point to his pocket. She reached into his pocket and then nestled it between his lips. “Come on baby, lets get you home.” Rebecca grabbed his hand and led him out into the parking lot. Every patron in the store just witnessed a grown man with a pacifier and wet pants, be led like an overgrown toddler out of the store. But Brian was too upset to notice. They reached the car. “Brian before you get in, we need to take those pants off,” Rebecca said.

            Brian fearfully scanned the parking lot to see if other people were watching, “But but people might see me.”

            “Brian I can’t put you in the car with soaking wet pants,” she said forcefully. She unbuttoned his pants and starting pulling his pants down to his ankles. “I need you to step out baby. Mommy packed another pullup, but she didn’t bring any pants.” She ripped open the sides of the pullup, leaving his bare bottom exposed. He closed his eyes and just prayed no one could see him. He felt the cold touch of baby wipes around his crotch. “Ok baby step into this pullup. There, nice and dry. Hop in the car for me sweetheart.” She leaned in and buckled him up. She then kissed the top of his head, “Everything is ok sweetheart. You were so brave while mommy changed you. I promise, mommy will never get upset at you for having accidents. Lets get you home.”

[moonstruckme]

i recently started following you and i absolutely love your writing! you have such great talent!

no pressure at all and feel free to scream at me if this is out of your boundaries (i read ur guidelines so it shouldn’t be but you never know). I’m curious if you could write reader with literally anyone, just in denial that they like them. like she used to go out with really shifty guys and is just appalled that this person actually likes them

(this definitely isn’t self-indulgent at all….)

Thanks for requesting baby! (I would never scream at you lmao) I did this with dealer Eddie, hope that's alright :)

cw: weed, mention of transactional sex

dealer!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Eddie’s grinning big when he opens the door to his trailer. He takes off his headphones, hanging them around his neck. You can hear Black Sabbath still playing from the speakers. 

“Hey.” His voice has a slightly raspy quality to it, and you wonder if he’s been singing or smoking. “You lookin’ for a fix, pretty?” 

You grasp the strap of your bag self-consciously, forcing a bouncy “yep” past your lips. Eddie’s got a way of saying things that makes you feel awkward and flighty, like your heart might lurch right out of your ribcage at any moment. It should be routine by now, but you’ll probably never get over it. 

Eddie only nods and opens the door further, inviting you in. He sets a hand on your back as you go by, and you try not to look as shy as the touch makes you feel. 

“Same as usual?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” You lean against the counter while he crosses the room to the drawer where he keeps his stash. 

You’ve been coming to Eddie for years now. You weren’t exactly friends in high school but you were always friendly, and every time you leave his place you’re freshly shocked by the realization that you actually really like him. You appreciate that he keeps it business. Well, as business as anything can be with Eddie. Flirting is just part of the package, but he doesn’t try to smoke your stuff after he sells it to you and doesn’t seem to expect anything other than money in return. Shitty as it sounds, a dealer like that can be hard to come by in your experience.

“I’ve been missing you, sweet thing,” he says, taking out a big zip lock bag of bud and a smaller one to portion yours into. “Thought you might’ve found someone else to keep you happy.” 

You don’t respond for a second, and Eddie��s head tilts up from where he’s picking through the bag, eyebrows going up in intrigue.

“I was seeing this guy for awhile,” you say, looking sideways out the window. “He got pre-rolls from someone else, and he’d let me have them sometimes.” 

“Well shit, I can roll for you if it’ll keep you coming over.” 

You look at Eddie in surprise. He grins at you, jutting his chin towards the couch. 

“Sit down, I’ll get you set up.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” you say. 

“Gotta keep my favorite customer happy, don’t I?” You don’t move, and his smile softens into something more genuine. “It’s no problem, just sit down. Tell me about this guy. Does he treat you right?” 

You follow directions, going to sit on the less saggy and dingy-looking of the couch cushions while Eddie bends over the counter across from you. “Not really,” you say indifferently. As if thinking about it doesn’t send a dull ache blooming through your middle. “We aren’t together anymore.” 

Eddie glances up at you, something odd flitting across his expression. “That sucks,” he says bluntly. “I’m sorry. I mean, it sounds like he sucked, so I guess I’m not sorry that it’s over even if I’m sorry that you’re sad. Are you sad?” 

A little laugh startles out of you. “Not really,” you say, and it’s halfway to honest. You’d been sad to break up with him, but Eddie is right; he sucked. You’re not really sad it’s over either. 

“Good.” He nods, appeased. “Thought I’d have to go beat someone up or something.” 

You snort, and Eddie’s mouth drops open in offense. He looks back down at the roll, sticking his tongue in his cheek as he shakes his head.

“Feels like you’re not taking my threat of vengeance super seriously.” 

“No, I am,” you laugh. “I am, it’s just—you don’t seem like someone who wins a ton of fights.” 

“Ah!” He clutches a fist over his heart, looking at you in absolute betrayal. “So little faith! I’ve fought worse monsters than your jilted beaux, okay?” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m guessing it’s a little different in real life than in your game.” 

Eddie pauses for a half a second, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far in your teasing, but then he bends back over the table, bringing the paper to his mouth. “Right.” He runs his tongue quickly across the roll. “Well, anyway, I have a spear in my garage if you want me to give it a try.” 

You smile at the thought of Eddie jabbing his (in your imagination, plastic and nerdy) spear at your most recent ex. 

“Thanks, but I think I’m good,” you say. 

He shrugs. “Your loss. I’d have taken off my shirt for the battle, but I guess you’ll have to get that show another time.” 

You laugh, crossing your legs as he starts on another roll. “Hey, you don’t actually have to roll all this,” you say. “I won’t stop coming to you.” 

“I don’t mind it,” he replies, packing the next with easy, practiced movements. “Unless you’re in a rush or something. Do you have to go?” 

“No, I’m…I’m good.” You’ve never spent this long at Eddie’s place before. It’s usually that you show up, he gives you a bag, you pay, and you leave. You’ve never taken much time to survey the trailer, the way Eddie moves around the cramped furniture with such ease or the way the windows let in just enough light to make his skin look softer and his eyes browner. “You can leave half of it, though, if that’s okay. I’ve still got a bowl at home.” 

“Whatever you want.” He keeps his focus downward, ringed fingers moving carefully. “You know, I’ve actually kind of missed having you come around.” 

“You said that already.” You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling even though he’s not looking. “I told you I’ll keep coming back, Eddie, you don’t have to butter me up.” 

His gaze flicks to you, eyebrows rising on his forehead. “I’m not,” he says.

Something about his tone has the hairs raising on the back of your neck. You keep intentionally still as a slight chill goes through you. 

“I like hanging out with you.” He shrugs, looking back at his roll. “Would you want to hang out again soon?” 

You hesitate. “I…don’t think I’ll be needing any more for a bit.” 

“Well, ideally you wouldn’t be here to buy.” 

For a second, you’re confused, and then realization and dread collide in your gut with enough force to make you nauseous. The disappointment is more potent than either of them. 

“Oh.” Maybe Eddie isn’t so different from the other dealers you’ve had after all. “Um, I just feel like I’ve always paid in cash…” 

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, and then his entire face contorts. “Christ—no.” He drops the finished roll, holding up his palms as if to ward you off. “Not that! Ew—I mean—” His hands go to his head. “—not ew, like you’re not ew, I just—gah.” He drops his head back, and his fingers disappear into his hair, making fists. He looks almost pained. “I like you. Like, I’m not trying to have sex with you right now. Not that sex wouldn’t be cool—we could if you wanted to—but that’s not what I’m getting at.” 

He blows out a big breath, hands dropping to his knees, and looks you in the eye. 

“Can we just forget about the weed for a second?” he asks, sounding nearly desperate. “I’m trying to ask you on a date. Not to get you to fuck me for drugs.” Your mouth drops open, but Eddie keeps going. “And if you don’t want to go out, that’s totally cool. Very respectable, honestly. It doesn’t have to affect anything.” He presses his lips together. “I didn’t mean to say you were ew. I’m sorry.” 

You’re too shell-shocked to even laugh. You have whiplash. But now he’s looking at you with his big eyes all expectant, and you feel like you have to say something. 

“A date?” you ask. 

“Uh, yeah.” He leans against the counter, looking a bit awkward but somehow all the more endearing for it. “Like, to the arcade or maybe dairy queen or something—I don’t know, you can pick.” 

“And you…don’t want to have sex.” 

“I don’t not want to have sex,” he clarifies. “But, uh, we don’t have to at all. Like, only if you want to, and definitely not if you think it’s some sort of…” Eddie winces “...transaction.” 

You nod slowly, and now there’s a smile tugging persistently at your lips. “That sounds good,” you say. “The date part.” 

“Yeah?” His head picks up. “Really?”

You smile. “Yeah. Are you sure?” 

“Am I sure?” Eddie guffaws. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking sure. I’m getting a much better deal here. But no take-backs,” he says quickly, and his grin widens when you laugh. “Are you free tomorrow?” 

“Um, yeah.” You think for a second, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing tomorrow.” 

“Great.” Eddie presses his lips together like he’s trying to contain the full scope of his smile. He pushes his fingers into the countertop. “Okay, forget everything from today. I’m gonna be such a fucking gentleman when I pick you up tomorrow, you probably won’t even recognize me.”

[neuvistar]

Can i ask for Welt with breeding kink? Yk i am OBSESSED with that dilf😻

BABY-MAKING!

— featuring ┊welt yang x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: breeding kink??, multiple orgasms, belly bulge??, uhm uhm hes a lil messy n rough w it! welt being a needy lil bitch, pussy so good bro kept cumming inside, use of nicknames, this mf is so filthy when it comes to breeding u like it isn’t even him anymore bro /j, overall suggestive themes || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile but jesus i love that dilf too hes so fine, he’s expiring a bit like i said but it’s alright! i think he can handle it!

WELT YANG has a breeding kink. and he knows it. he’s always been so obvious about it, always asking you what your thoughts were on having children, if you were okay with those thoughts, asking you about pregnancy, blah blah blah! but you never took the hint, so you were just there and thought how sweet your husband was asking you about future plans between the two of you. it all came down one night when he absolutely lost it, letting his mind wander and take over him once and for all.

you decided it was a good idea to tease him one day, wearing some crappy old top you bought years ago. little did you know, it got.. a lot more smaller as your body grew. you tried pulling down your shirt, trying to cover yourself from welt hoping he wouldn’t notice. from time to time, welt would notice you clutch your shirt tighter each second, pulling them down to cover yourself. he couldn’t help but stare at how hot you look in that top.. he couldn’t help but just stare intensely at how your nipples grew harder by the second, poking out of your thin cotton top with a deep red hue on your face. were you doing this on purpose? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes wandered from your thighs, to your face, then lastly to your chest, gulping at the sight of how well your shirt shaped your breasts, wondering how well it would fit if your breasts were swollen with milk for your baby, oh.. what a sight to behold that would be.

welt licked his lips at the thought, feeling your presence beside him as you had your hand on his thigh nuzzling against his shoulder, unknowingly rubbing your breasts against his biceps. “aren’t you tired of doing all that work, baby? ‘s too much.” you cooed, rubbing his thigh with your thumb in a circular motion.

“not really, no. i still have a few things to do. it’s late, run along and get some rest. i’ll join you for bed later.” he pushed up his glasses, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. but he just.. can’t help but notice how your nipples were poking out your shirt, how your shorts barely covered your plushy thighs.. he couldn’t take this for much longer.

“welt, i’ve been thinking.” you heard him hum, eyes still on his laptop as you shifted closer to his body, feeling his warmth against yours. “i’ve been thinking about how.. i think i’m ready.”

“ready for what?”

“for a baby.”

he froze in place, did you really just say that? he felt the blazing lust he was struggling to hold back wash over him, you leaned over to kiss his neck and before you know it, two hands grabbed your wrist pinning you down, knocking the air from your lungs as welt took off his glasses looking at you with such lust you’d never seen before.

“don’t play games with me, [name]. are you dead serious?”

“i’ve never been more serious in my life. i want a baby, welt. i want you to make me a mommy.”

well. that escalated quickly.

in a blink of in eye, you both were in the bedroom. back pressed against the soft mattress of the bed as welt hoisted your legs up around his waist, raising a brow at you in which you responded with a nod. he eagerly interlocked his lips against yours. his hands would slide under your shirt, taking your breast in his hand as he pinched your hardened nipples, twisting and tugging at them. “you want me to make you a mommy, hm? i’ll fulfill that wish of yours over and over again.. as much as i want.” you whined at his words, feeling his huge cock rubbing against the slit of your wet pussy. “y-you sure that’d fit?” you had your hand on his pelvis, holding him back before he leaned over to your ear, bring his voice down to a whisper. “i’ll make sure to stretch you out, don’t worry.”

he aligned his his erected cock with your soaking hole, slamming himself inside throwing his head back at the euphoric feeling of his dick inside of you “shit..” welt mumbled a few curses under his breath as he begin to move, raising your hips with your eyes sealed shut as “yeah.. that’s it. you’re doing great, sweetheart. you want a baby? s-shit.. i’ll fucking give you one.“ he rammed his cock inside, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling your bodies close together as he abused your needy hole with his dick. “you look absolutely ravishing, sweetheart. look at how good i’m fucking you.” you could feel your tight walls clench around him each hard thrust, he grabbed your hips and angled your body a certain way, making his cock brush against spots you never knew could feel so good. your body shook as you came on his cock the first time. “hm.. you liked that, huh? did that feel good?”

your moans and cries only grew louder, welt’s lips tracing down along the flesh of your neck, pounding into your sweet spot over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. he was so rough with you.. you even asked yourself if this was really your husband, ramming into you over and over again. but you didn’t mind. really. welt’s dick was coated with a thick halo of white as you reached your second orgasm, whining at the continuous roughness of his harsh thrusts, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other squeezes your throat, applying enough pressure to force out a choked moan out of your lips. “gonna breed you so good, sweetheart. gonna breed you til i make you a mommy, you want that?” his hands reached down to caress your stomach, feeling him slide in and out of you, his lips curved into a smirk. “fuckin’ you s’ good that i can even see myself fucking you. look.” you hesitantly stared down at your stomach, seeing a deep bulge as you could see his cock thrusting inside you through your stomach, he grunted as he reached his climax, cumming inside.

“one more, baby. one more f’me.” you squirmed under his touch, mouth hung open as welt licked his lips, lifting your knees, pushing them down against the mattress as this position felt a little new to you, thrusting himself inside once more. “that’s it, pretty girl. take it all, mhm? ‘gonna fill you up until this pretty pussy has milked my cock to the brim.” you couldn’t do it anymore, you were a lot more sensitive than you usually are, even the thought of your beloved husband putting a baby in you was enough to make you go crazy. welt desperately wanted was to caress your stomach, caress it knowing he was the one who got you pregnant, and you were bound to have his child. he wanted more of you and it showed.

“take it.. take it all. take it like the good girl you are..” welt slowed his pace down, slowly but steadily, making sure not to miss a single beat. he was getting desperate.. you could tell. he wanted to get you pregnant already, he wanted to see your belly grow with his seed, he wanted to see it for himself. “keep clenching around me like that, princess.” he whispered lowly, voice filled with ecstasy as you felt his dick slide deeper and deeper inside of your abused little hole, stretching you out just like how he wanted.

“so tight.. you feel so fuckin’ good..” welt used all strength left in his body as he thrusted deep inside you, making sure not to miss any spot leaving no part untouched. “c—cummin’.. m’ cumming..” you whined, holding onto his arms before you squirted on his cock one final time as he came inside you too, streams of his load inside, coating the soft walls of your cunt.

“..was i too rough on you, sweetheart? are you alright?” the brunette panted, planting a kiss on the temple of your forehead as a way to say sorry, before you wrapped your arms around his neck. “n-not really.“

he grinned, spreading your legs apart as he went on to lick the mess he created in your pussy, licking it clean. “lemme clean you up, alright? stay still.”

-

long story short, he was not licking you clean, instead he made things more messier than it was.

[cravingpepsimax]

since he’s beginning to spread, here’s a rough timeline of events for the fujo bill au:

bill is defeated and is put in the theraprism

after who knows how long, bill begins coping with his spite and rage towards stan and ford by doing/making stuff that he thinks they’d hate.

he begins “shipping” stancest. bill doesn’t really GET the incest taboo, it seems pretty much entirely arbitrary to him, but he knows it exists and is something humans are REPULSED by. thus, he starts making stuff involving stan and ford dating each other. theraprism staff thinks it’s odd but him writing books about stan and ford kissing is significantly better than him writing books in an attempt to escape.

over time, bill starts getting actually invested. it may have started as pure spite, but he begins to remember things that, oh boy, sure do seem pretty incestuous, now that he thinks about it. at first, it’s funny — “HAHA, WOW, SIXER REALLY IS A FREAK, ISN’T HE?” — but then it becomes real.

since bill’s calming down and is no longer talking about wanting to murder the entire family 24/7, theraprism staff decides to move onto the next step in bill’s karma program: becoming pen pals with one of the people he used to terrorize. mabel’s a lot like bill, but not evil, so the theraprism staff choose her.

meanwhile, a 13 year old mabel gets a Crazy Paranormal Experience, in which she is told what’s going on. mabel agrees to be bill’s pen pal (he won’t be able to do any actual harm, and, worst-case scenario, it’d be funny to mess with him (note that, even though mabel’s 13, well over a year has passed for bill — time is merely a suggestion for beings as powerful as the theraprism staff)

bill HATES being made to do this stupid pen pal stuff. he can’t use it as a way out — the theraprism staff have been keeping a VERY CLOSE EYE ON HIM ever since the book, and it’s gonna be hard to trick mabel into doing ANYTHING for him. so, his first few letters are him insulting and trying to upset mabel, who doesn’t really seem to care at all.

eventually, in one of bill’s pieces of hate mail, he says some shit like “SIXER AND HIS BROTHER ARE REAL FREAKS, KID! WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY’RE DOING ON THE STAN O’ WAR II? I’LL GIVE YOU A HINT: THE ANSWER’S ‘EACH OTHER’!”

mabel promptly ignores the rest of the letter entirely, and makes a GIANT response excitedly going “oh my gosh, you noticed, too??”, and listing everything romantic she’s ever noticed about them.

bill responds, filling in some gaps here and there, telling her about some incestuous stuff from 30+ years ago, pointing out things she missed, pointing out things he missed (“WOW, THEY DID WHAT? TALK ABOUT NEEDING TO GET A ROOM, YEESH.”)

they become stancest gossip buddies from there. mabel fujopills him in other regards (bill never thought he’d watch a show called “ouran highschool host club”, much less at the request of a 13 year old who thinks the pair of twins kissing would be hot/cute, but hey, afterlife’s full of surprises, ain’t it?) but his main love is and always will be stancest

they eventually become close enough and the theraprism staff trusts them enough to get interdimensional phone call privileges. any time anything happens mabel calls him and goes “oh my gosh, you’ll NEVER guess what just happened!” and they gossip for like an hour

stan and ford are completely clueless as to what’s going on at all. i like to imagine they find out eventually but it takes awhile LMAO

[starlightguh]

Pampering Present

Word Count: 3,572

Tags: NSFW, Bday Sex, Lapdance, Thigh ridding, Dry humping

AN: Happy bday Zayne 🖤 my first time posting on here so bear with me! You can also find this fic posted on my AO3. This is a NSFW bday one shot, so MDNI! Hope everyone enjoys this bday treat!!

Of course Zayne had to work on his birthday. It was no surprise to me when I tried to plan something special for him and he instantly refused since he had scheduled surgeries.

I was a bit used to him being a workaholic, but as his girlfriend, it nagged at me constantly that I had to do something special for him. Zayne was always so reserved and bashful, so when a certain idea popped in my head, I suddenly didn’t mind that our celebration would be so short and sweet.

The first thing I had to do was bring him flowers and macarons on his lunch break. I walked into Akso hospital with a smile as the receptionist paiged me into his office.

“Happy birthday babe!”

He turned his sharp green eyes toward me with a small smile on his lips, “Oh? Is that today? I must’ve forgotten…”

“I know you’re trying to get out of celebrating your birthday, but I won’t allow it,” I shake my head cutely at him.

I handed him his flowers and sweets and as I towered above his sitting form, I leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss. “Your birth is important to me so let me spoil you…”

He lets out a huff of a chuckle and his eyes linger on my lips as he replies a bit breathlessly, “And what did you have in mind to celebrate?”

I tsk, tsk, tsk, at him and pull away with a confident and smug expression, “It's a surprise, but I will be at your place tonight to make you dinner, so don’t eat too many sweets before then.”

He has a small blush painted on his cheeks as his expression was soft and warm, “Alright. I have more work to finish up here, I’ll be here awhile so you should have plenty of time to prepare.”

He stands from his desk and now towers over me as he comes closer to my vicinity and grabs my waist. It’s quiet for a moment as Zayne’s eyes dart all around my face. He leans in and his soft lips filled with a silent need capture mine.

“Thank you,” he whispers as his lips pull away, still slightly connected to mine by a thin strand of our saliva.

I blink to try and clear the daze that filled my head and my voice squeaks a bit and betrays me as I respond, “I’ll see you tonight! Love you!”

I turn without another glance to leave the hospital and focus on my mission to make sure Zayne has an unforgettable birthday.

I ran to my apartment to gather my things, but most importantly I had a few hours to practice.

For three weeks now I have been practicing lap dancing at a local dance studio. I booked a private lesson to help develop something simple but sensual enough to help Zayne relax.

I had already got him a simple present of a watch that had a constellation of our birthdays etched in the back, and that was all fine and sappy, but I had wanted to do something more special as a way to pamper him.

I loved Zayne to pieces, but he was terrible at unwinding or relaxing from his very stressful life. Only in our most intimate moments did I ever see his shoulders, face, and body go slack in relaxation.

So, here I was slinking my body around an office chair in my room trying to mentally and physically prepare for showcasing this to my lovely doctor.

I was just silently praying to whatever gods existed that when I see him tonight he isn’t too exhausted to enjoy his gift.

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Packing a cute little babydoll lingerie set and other essentials for our alone time, and making sure the small cake I made was secured, I headed over to Zayne’s condo with my spare key and get to work on making everything special. While I was fibbing a bit on actually cooking, I had already made a simple stew that would just needed to be reheated, so while that was on the stove, I set up decorations. Hanging up a happy birthday banner and setting rose petals all over his neat and tiddy space made me giggle a bit.

Zayne’s place was always so neat and proper, it made me giddy to see my touch of extra care in decorating for his celebration. After scattering red roses that now littered his sterile white space, I went to place my outfit change in his room in addition to setting up the sound system I would need on his fancy in home surround sound.

For someone who worked all the time, it was always a shame he never sat down and enjoyed the things in his home. Of course as a couple we enjoyed them together in those rare moments where we both had down time, but I always just wished he can enjoy some of these nice things he has for himself.

Glancing at the clock and seeing the sun has finally set, I start lighting candles and patiently wait and wait for him to walk through the doors. Finally, I get a text from him.

Thankfully I was ahead of schedule and smiled as I sent a simple reply back to him.

Those 20 minutes of waiting for him felt like a torcherous hour as I plated our dinner and started feeling nervous. An anxiousness clawed at my stomach as I was worried about my little surprise not working out, but as soon as the front door opened and I saw the usual stiff expression of Zayne walk in, all my nervous melted away.

His green eyes lit up in surprise as he took in the sight of his decorated space.

“Surprise! Happy birthday once again babe,” I giggle at his usual expression being shaken with awe, and I walk over to hug his taller and bulky frame. His chest reverberates with a deep laugh.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised by you, but you never cease to stop amusing me.” Zayne leans down to capture my lips. His plush mouth meets me with such a sweetness that I swear I can feel my teeth rattle. I

Before he gets ahead of himself and my secret plans, I pull away and gester to the dinner table set up with food and his wrapped present. “I’m sure you’re starved let’s go eat..”

He frowns abit at me pulling away from him but he just hums and goes along with my antics, “You didn’t have to go to such trouble…” he says while putting his coat away.

“You’re worth it and I wanted too…” I watch him sit down as I make his plate and set his food and present in front of him.

There was a faint blush on his face as he accepted my present, “I must admit, I’m not used to such pampering…But I don’t dislike it.”

Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet, I try not to let my expression give away my mischievous intentions.

I sit across from him as he opens his gift and admires his new watch, he flips it over and notices the etching, “What constellations are these?”

“It’s a constellation from the days we were born…Pretty right?”

A loving look paints his face as he smiles and traces his thumbs across the back of the watch, “Very…Thank you, I appreciate the fact you added such a personal touch to a practical present.”

“Well, I know you well enough to know that you prefer more practical presents, but you know me, I’m pretty sappy.”

He grabs my hand from across the table and his thumb softly traces my knuckles, “I love any and everything you give me, practical or not…Your gifts are special to me.”

Now it was my turn to blush as his gaze was intense, his eyes always made me weak in the knees as the viridescent color seemed to shift into such as passionate expression that was such a contrast from the usual cold and closed off Dr. Zayne that everyone knows.

I bite my lip and he quirks his brow before I shake my head and start to eat my meal, “I know it’s not a fancy dinner but I hope you enjoy.” I can’t let him rattle me before I give him his other present, but his charm made it really hard.

He smirked a bit and began to eat as well, “My sincerest complements to the chef, it’s delicious.”

As we ate, we chatted about his chaotic day, it made me feel cozy and warm to share a sliver of domestic bliss. As we finished eating I ran over to the fridge and pulled out his birthday cake, I placed candles on the top and lit them as I slowly walked over back to his smiling face at the dining table.

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Zaynee,” I sing as best as I can to him and place the fancy white and blue cake in front of him. I made sure to get his favorite macaroons to decorate with and I did my best to draw cute little seals on top next to my sloppy ‘Happy Birthday Zayne’ written in blue frosting. “Well, go on, make your wish,” I encourage him.

As I stand next to his sitting form, he just grabs my waist closer to his and wraps his hand around mine unexpectedly. With a smile he looks up at me with loving gaze and then turns to softly blow out the candles on the cake. His large fingers fiddle with my hand as he turns to look at me once more.

“Thank you…” his deepvoice is heavy with abit of melancholy as his lips twist in a face that tries to conceal his emotions. I place the hand he isn’t holding onto his warm cheek and softly caress it.

“I know birthdays can be hard, but I’m so grateful to celebrate the man I love’s birth,” I place a kiss on his cheek, leaving a small imprint from my lipgloss on his face.

“Well you do an amazing job at making me feel loved,” he brings my hand to his face and kisses it, “and words cannot express how much I appreciate it.”

Now was usually the time I would flirt back with him, but I had to stay focused, I had a mission and I wouldn’t be shaken by Zayne’s loverboy-ness.

I clear my throat and turn my attention to his cake, “Do you want a big piece or a little piece?”

“I might be in the mood for something sweeter,” he says with a purr as his hand crawls up my arm.

Oh no, now he’s horny.

“But I worked so hard on this cake,” I pout, “It’s rude to not even have a piece.”

My pouting works because he quickly concedes with a laugh, “You’re right, I don’t want your efforts to go to waste.”

After I cut him a slice and hand it to him, is when I decide to put things in motion, “Hey I have to use your bathroom really quick, why do you sit on the rocking chair and we can cuddle and watch a movie?”

His facelights up with excitement, “Sure thing, but don’t keep me waiting too long,” he smiles and squeezes my waist before I go to walk into his bedroom.

“I’m worth the wait,” I say with some fake sass in my voice as I flip my hair and close the door behind me. I immediately lock it and hurriedly change into the lingerie I brought. I glance in the mirror to refresh my makeup as well, after reapplying my tinted lip gloss I let out a nervous breath. Okay let’s do this…

I tap his smart home tablet to dim the living room lights and turn on the music. When I open the door to leave the bedroom, Zayne’s eyes go wide as he was sitting in the chair on his phone.

He calls out my name in a flustered fit and immediately puts his phone away as I saunter over to him. In my classes, they told me to make sure I walk with a sway in my hips and a slight drag of my feet to accentuate my body. When I come up to the chair I put both hands on the sides of the armrest, caging him in. “Shhhh, just relax,” I whisper as I place my index finger on his lips and drag it down to his exposed collar.

I then slide both of my hands down his chest to his knees and I spread them apart as I drop my body into a half squat to the floor. I gyrate my hips as I bring myself up out off the squat, face down ass up, I can hear my instructor’s voice in my head as I move.

I turn around in a slow sway and with a dramatic tease of shaking my booty, I sit on his lap and reach my arms behind me to wrap around his neck. I hear the hiss of his voice as he places his hands at my sides.

I grab on to both of his hands with mine and place them on my chest as I whisper, “You can touch me baby, this is another gift.”

After a beat I take his hands off of me and stand to flip myself around to see his expression. His green eyes were now dripping in lust as he drank in the sight of my body covered in barley there blue lace.

I straddle his lap to where my thinly covered heat was grinding against his leg. His hand instantly lands on my ass as he squeezes it and encourages me to continue as he pushes my body forward. I let out soft whimpers as my hands unbutton his white shirt.

Zayne leans forward and hungrily kisses and nips at my neck, his lips leave a trail up to my ear as his voice speaks breathlessly, “Now this is the sweetest desert…”

I lean my head back to give him more access to my neck, “Go ahead…Take a bite then.”

And he does, his lips nip and suckle at my throat as I can feel my body dampen at the friction his leg is giving me, “Zayne,” I whisper and dig my nails into the nape of his neck.

“Well, go on, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you,” I can feel his smirk as his face trailed down to the opening of my cleavage that this particular lingerie set had. Both of his big hands were on my ass as he gave an encouraging squeeze.

“B-But this is suppose to be a gift for you, not me,” I breathe out as I keep moving my hips, chasing that friction.

One of his hands slides up my arm to undo the strap of the babydoll dress, “Your satisfaction is the greatest gift I could ever wish for.”

Zayne’s voice is dripping with desire as it rumbles sweetly in my ear. I shiver and move my hands away from his chest to help take off the babydoll dress, leaving me grinding against him in nothing but a lacy thong.

His hands circle my hips as I return back to my previous motions, he leans his body up more to kiss me deeply.

My eyes roll back in pleasure as his tongue dances with mine, my nails drag on chest a bit as my hip’s movements become more frantic.

With a deep chuckle tickling my lips, he slams my hips to dig into his knee a bit harder. I whimper into his mouth and he pulls away from my lips with a devilish grin.

“Someone needs to practice more,” he says in a mocking tone as he bounces his leg a bit.

“Ah~Ha,” I cry out and bite my lip to compose myself a bit, “It’s hard when my subject is very mischievous…”

“Mmm, but it is this ‘subject’s’ birthday, so you should work hard to please him,” Zayne says as he leans back in the chair and he jerks his legs and hips in a rocking motion that causes the chair to move.

My hands are gripping his shoulders for dear life as I’m following the sway of the chair and Zayne’s legs as my body feels like its on fire.

More and more, I grind my dripping heat into his clothed leg and I lose all abandon as I chase this high.

“Thatta girl,” he praises me as his hands are all over me, gripping my chest and my backside as I drown in my senses being full of him. His touch, the scent of his metallic cologne, the feel of the baritone rumble of his pleased voice, he’s all I could ever want, and in this moment he was the only thing that existed in the whole universe.

With another brunt jerk of his knee against my pleasantly teased center I cry out his name and arch my body back. My empty core flutters and pulsates against nothing as Zayne then leans forward with a growl and takes one of my breasts in his mouth.

Both of his hands reach forward to lift my ass up and he places it directly on the needy tent now pitched in his pants. In the same haste as his tongue is lapping against one of my nipples, my hand undoes his belt and slides it out of all its loops as I throw it somewhere away from us.

“Zayne…Need you,” I whisper as I unzip his fly and my hands dig into the cloth beneath his dress pants to get what I want.

He pulls away from my chest with a flushed and dazed look on his face, ��Who am I to stop you? Take what you need love,” he kisses me as I finally free his hardened member.

I chase his lips as he leans back again and I lean forward and grind myself against him, he hisses and brings a hand down inbetween my legs to pull my thong to the side. We part lips and I moan loudly as I grab his dick and slowly insert him into my needy body.

His nose is smushed against my cheek as he lets out a gasp at feeling me on top of him. “Zayne…Zaynee~” I sigh and whimper as I lower myself more and more before he’s fully seated inside me.

I rock back and forth, drowning in the pleasure as I can feel the tip of him hit a spot inside me that made my thighs shake uncontrollably. With the help of his palms gripping the sides of my hips and helping me ride up and down, me and Zayne made the chair bounce with our passionate rhythm.

The stoic doctor was a complete mess underneath me as his face was contourted with pleasure, his mouth breathing heavily and permanently agape as he breathed in my moans. I could tell he was getting close as he gained more control, my movements were all but ceased as he lifted his hips to thrust harder and faster into me.

“Zayne…” I cried as my eyes met his hazy ones.

“Let go…” he growled, “just let go for me baby.”

With another thrust hitting that spot I did exactly that, my hands reaching behind me to his currently wet and sticky knee as I leaned back arching my body behind me. I whimpered his name in bliss as my body was gripping him, “come in me, please…”

“Ah fuck,” he hissed out with a final thrust as his arms reached to wrap around my back and pull me to his chest. I felt the warm liquid flow into me with a pleased hum.

“I swear this poor chair has seen some things,” I tease and laugh against his chest as he comes down from his orgasm.

“I don’t know if I can ever get rid of this thing with you around,” he jokes back to me.

“For your next birthday I’ll just get you a new one,” I sigh and snuggle my face into his neck.

He moves my hair away from my neck and kisses me softly, “Oh? But this one has so many fond memories for me..”

“By your next birthday, I’m afraid it’ll have too many fond memories for it to be functional.”

His hands are rubbing up and down my back, his soft fingers creating gooseflesh on my skin, “Hmm you’re right…Might as well make the most of it while we can then, hmm?”

“Yeah, I still need to show you the whole routine I learned eventually,” I tiredly laughed, “Tonight was just the preview.”

“Well… It’s still my birthday…” he kisses me again with a gentle hint of playfulness in his lips, “why don’t you put on another show?”

I sit up and look down at him, “Well…Since it’s your birthday, I think I can encline an encore…”

Needless to say, Zayne thoroughly enjoyed his present over and over as the squeaking of the chair became the only background music throughout the rest of the night.

~fin~

[boydepartment]

for real? for real. - nishimura riki x gn! reader

this is a pt. 2 from a drabble i posted a few days ago :) i had ppl in the comments ask for a pt 2 and the comments made me giggle. here is their tags and thank you for enjoying my content ❤️@keiipopped @kxppachu @sugariricookies @flaminghotyourmom - masterlist - wc- 200-300

holiday season was coming up, which meant the bakery was busy and you were stacked with hours. you didn’t have to deal with the public much as your manager kept you decorating. it was tense in the work place and it didn’t help that you haven’t spoken to riki since the freezer incident.

your manager told you to pick up pace and you nodded, running back and forth for waiting orders. tiered cakes. special frosted cakes. and more.

while everyone was busy working there was a yelp in the back and you called out.

“are you alright?!” you yelled out, your manager, jihyo, was up front helping the girls in the front counter.

“um…” one of the other frosters responded, it was taki. your brows furrowed and you walked over.

your eyes widening when you saw riki holding his hand on his white apron that was now stained red.

“riki cut his hand open! i don’t know what to do!”

it was sunday so the only real adult here was jihyo, baker bahng had weekends off.

your jaw fell to the floor and you walked over to him, you almost vomited when you saw his hand.

“it’s fine i’ll just wrap it up and continue fro-“

“GROSS DUDE NO…” taki yelled and shoved him, “go to the hospital! what if you bleed in the frosting! we’d get shut down! we don’t serve vampires! we can’t shut down i need this job!”

you felt nauseous, “i think i’m going to throw up..” you mumbled and got the first aid kit quick. you were quickly bandaging riki up. the moment quiet, well as quiet as it could be with taki freaking out. riki just kept watching you, a soft look on his features. jihyo came to the back and saw riki and her eyes widened, “good lord what happened?!”

“um…” riki looked awkward and looked at her. jihyo immediately sent him to have his sister pick him up and take him to the doctor. he could pick up his car later.

and so for the rest of the day riki was absent until closing when he came to pick up his bags and car. he walked into the bakery and saw you cleaning your station.

“busy?”

you looked up at him, your heart jumped you were worried and you missed him, “fuck are you alright?” you walked up to him and looked at his hand. he got new bandages and they pretty much just stitched him up.

“i’m okay… do you have a ride home?” he asked, you shook your head no, “you do now. we need to talk anyways.”

you felt your breath hitch and you became nervous, so you clocked out and the next thing you knew, you were in his car.

“can you even drive?” you asked softly, he looked at you, the lights from the dashboard illuminating his face, he had a small smirk as he turned around to back up the car.

“yeah i can drive. my hand is fine..” he murmured and then started to drive

“don’t you need my address?” you asked.

“after food. i’m hungry and i assume you haven’t eaten in awhile?” he side eyed you, you nodded.

“it was too busy.” you mumbled shyly. he nodded and took you guys to a drive through. he paid for your food and he parked in the back of the parking lot.

“so i wanted to talk to you because we went from arguing, to that moment in the freezer, to not speaking at all..” riki said and sipped his strawberry milkshake. you sipped your milkshake and nodded.

“i know and im sorry…” you mumbled and didn’t look at him. riki sighed and took a bite of his fries.

“i should apologize i think i made it weird..” he spoke and took a deep breath.

you looked at him now and immediately disagreed, “no! i’m awkward and weird and i’m shy an-“

riki started to laugh and he looked at you, his laugh was pretty sounding, “you’re so cute.”

you stopped talking and your jaw dropped.

his eyes tired and he ran a hand through his hair, “y/n, i like you. a lot. and i hope it’s not weird.”

your face was pink and you thanked god it was dark in the car, “you actually like me?”

riki started to laugh again, “y/n! yes! obviously!”

you looked at him, “like for real?”

the boy looked at you funny and put his hand on your cheek, leaning in, his eyes dancing across your features and they landed on your lips, “for real…”

your eyes looked at him, you wanted to kiss him so badly.

“can i kiss you..?” he asked quietly, almost scared you’ll say no.

you nodded and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

when his lips met yours a million sparks went off and your hands went to his shoulders as he leaned into the center console to kiss you. he tasted like strawberry milkshake

a few seconds later he parted, “you’re my favorite by the way.”

you looked at him, “favorite what?” your smile was present.

“favorite everything. coworker, person, partner…?” he questioned

“partner.” you reassured your smile never faltering with him.

[idontevenknowwhatt]

Goodbye

Summary: Y/n is shot while arresting an unsub. The precious final moments where both Emily and y/n know there's no escaping the inevitable, but they hold on to each other as long as they can.

Warnings: Talks about death, dying (reader dies), a little angsty but mostly just really sad, hard hitting final moments between two lovers.

A/N: Hello again, sorry i'm not a super consistent writer but thought of this the other day. It is a little bit sader than I might normally go but why not I guess. Also this won’t follow any specific episode. I hope you all enjoy it :))

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The pain in your side is unbearable, sharp and biting. You feel your body weakening with each breath. But it’s the silence that follows the chaos of the gunfire that feels like the loudest thing in the world.

You know that this is the end. And it’s too much to ignore. There’s no saving you now, no way to stop the bleeding that’s spreading quickly. You both know it. But even so, Emily refuses to let go of you. Her hands, her touch, surround you. She's steady and warm, holding you close, never once wavering.

You’re not sure how long it’s been at this point. Time feels like it’s standing still, or maybe it’s moving too quickly. All you know is that Emily is with you, and that's the only thing that matters.

"Em," you whisper, your voice weak. You try to sit up despite the pain in your side, and she’s there instantly, guiding you gently into her arms. She doesn’t need to say anything. She doesn’t need to ask. She just pulls you into her lap, your back resting against her chest as if she’s trying to shield you from everything.

Her breath is steady in your ear, but you can feel the tremor in her hands as she wraps her free arm around you. The other pressed firmly against your side in hopes of stopping the bleeding. You lean your head back against her shoulder, just below her neck, your cheek brushing gently against her skin. She smells like warmth, like home.

"Hey," you say softly, your words coming out ragged, and you force yourself to look up at her, even though everything in your body wants to shut down. "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Emily’s arm tightens around you, her fingers coming up to brush the hair from your face. Her voice cracks slightly as she responds, but she keeps it steady for you. "Tomorrow…" she begins, trailing off like she’s trying to pull herself together, like she’s grasping at a future that’s slipping away. "Tomorrow, we’re going to start planning that honeymoon we never had. We’re going to pick the perfect place, somewhere beautiful. You always talked about going somewhere tropical. You’ll let me spoil you with fancy dinners and walks along the beach at sunset. You’ll let me show you the world the way you deserve to see it."

You close your eyes for a moment, the warmth of her body against yours more comforting than anything else. Her heart beats against your back, steady and rhythmic, and for just a moment, you let yourself feel the softness of her words, the hope in them.

"And the next day?" you ask, your voice barely audible, your eyes half-closed as the darkness creeps in. You want to keep talking and stay in this moment, even if just for a little while longer.

"The next day…" Emily pauses again, taking a shaky breath, but you can feel her smile against your hair. "We’ll start thinking about the life we're going to build. We’ll talk about where we’re going to live, what kind of house we’ll have. You've talked about moving out of our apartment for awhile. Maybe a little farmhouse. Or a big house in the city. You’ll want a garden, right? Somewhere to plant roses and vegetables. And I’ll be there, helping you. You’ll have me with you every step of the way."

Her words are a balm, soothing the raw edges of the pain inside you. You want to tell her that you love her. That you’ll always love her. But all you can do is nod against her chest, your body growing heavier with each passing second.

Emily’s voice lowers, and you hear her take another shaky breath. "And we’ll have kids. A little girl who has your eyes, and a boy who’s just as stubborn as you. You’ll teach them everything, and I’ll watch you with them and wonder how I ever got so lucky. You'll be the best mom."

You can hear the tears in her voice now, the desperation to make all of this real, to somehow keep it from slipping away. You want to respond, but it feels like you don’t have the strength anymore.

But Emily isn’t done yet. "We’ll have so many moments," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "Holidays, birthdays, quiet mornings where we just wake up next to each other and don’t say a word because we don’t need to. We’ll grow old together. I’ll hold your hand through everything, and we’ll look back on our life, and we’ll laugh, and we’ll cry, and we’ll just be... together."

Her words wrap around you like a warm blanket, a promise, even if neither of you can keep it. You can’t fight the tears now, and they slip from your eyes, though you don’t know if they’re from the pain, the beauty of everything she’s describing, or the sheer heartbreak of knowing that none of it will happen.

You hear Emily’s voice again, low and raw with emotion, and you shift just slightly in her arms turning to look up at her. "I love you so much," she says, her lips brushing against your forehead, her hands holding you tighter than you thought possible. "You are my everything. I can’t even put it into words. The way you make me feel...I never thought I could love someone like this. I never thought I’d have someone who loved me the way you do."

You’re barely able to open your eyes now, but you look up at her one last time. You want to say it, to tell her how much you love her, but your voice is a whisper, almost drowned out by the weight of everything. "I love you," you murmur, your voice weak, but your heart full. "You’re my heart, Em. You always have been. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you."

Emily gently presses her lips to yours, a final, soft kiss, and you feel the love in it. You kiss her back with all the energy you have left. It’s everything you’ve always felt, everything you’ve always wanted to say. But now, you know you don’t have to say anything else. She knows. She always has.

"I’ll love you forever," Emily whispers, the words barely escaping her lips as her arms tighten around you. Her forehead rests against yours and you fight with everything left in you to keep your eyes open for as long as possible. "I’ll love you forever. And I’ll carry you with me, every single day of my life."

You can feel the darkness closing in, but it’s not scary. It’s peaceful, in a way. You don’t want to go. Not really. But Emily’s here, and she’s holding you, and you know that wherever you go, you’ll always carry her with you.

"I’ll always be with you," you whisper, even though you’re not sure if she can hear it. "In your heart. Always."

You feel Emily’s tears fall against your cheeks, her grip tightening one last time. "I know, baby. I know."

And with that, you let go.

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Good Time

Pairing- OT7 x Named Reader

Word count- 9.4k

Includes- Orgy, So Much Sex, nipple play, pussy eating, cum eating, blow job, cock riding, sex from behind, double penetration (mouth and pussy), double vaginal penetration, triple penetration (mouth and pussy), missionary, so much cum, rough sex, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah”, Namjoon says

“All of you are ok with this?”, I ask them

Six other heads nod at me

I turn to Namjoon, “You’re ok with this?”

“Yeah Jo. We talked about it and we’re all good. The only thing left is asking you.”

I stare in shock at my friends

My friends are BTS, the most popular boy group in the world right now

And those friends just asked me to have sex with all of them

At the same time

I’m blown away

They can have any girl or hell, hire any girl to do this

Why me?

Namjoon is my best friend since we were kids, when I moved to Korea

And we occasionally have sex

He’s too busy for a girlfriend and I’m don’t want a boyfriend right now so when were both horny, we just fuck each other

They guys knew this of course

They can hear how Namjoon makes me scream

But now they’re asking for this?

Don’t get me wrong I’m interested but I want to know why me?

What’s the reason and why are they asking me now?

I don’t trust anyone, not fully

Not even friends or family

“Why me?”, I ask

“What?”, Namjoon answers

“Why me? Why not some fan or some girl you can hire? Why are you asking me and why now?”

“Because you’re fucking hot”, Yoongi answers

“Because I want to make you scream like Namjoon does”, Jimin replies

“All of us have fantasized about being with you”, Tae adds

“And it’s you because we trust you”, Hobi says

I just keep staring

They trust me?

Wow

I mean I knew they trusted me but it’s different with this

The guys are seen as pure, innocent boys to their fans

It’s different here in Korea compared to the U.S.

Artist’s fans feel like the idols belong to them

Dating can tank a career in a nanosecond

And having an orgy?

That’s a huge hell no, if that comes out

I guess I could see why they asked me

I would never hurt them, I love them

I wouldn’t blackmail them or anything

But before I agree, I need more details

I’m not about to catch any diseases

I don’t know where they’re dicks have been

“I have a few questions”, I say

“Shoot”, Namjoon answers

“Is this going to be with condoms or without? I have an IUD, so I won’t get pregnant”

“Without”, Jin answers

I’m surprised that Jin said that

Hell I’m surprised that he even agreed to this

“Ok, how do I know you don’t have anything? Any STDs?”

“We each got tested and have the papers with the results. I know you only have sex with me and I know you don’t have anything.”, Namjoon hands me some papers

My mouth drops

Seriously?

“How long have you been planning this?”, I ask as I look at the papers

They’re all clean

Thank god

“Awhile”, Jungkook answers

“Yeah I see that”, I respond, “When did you want to do this?”

“Tonight”

Me head snaps up

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. Is that ok with you?”, Tae asks

I think about it

Sex with all of BTS?

Hell yeah

I’ve never done this either but I trust them, especially after everything they just said

And I get to be with the one that I love

Who I’m never telling I have feelings for

He wouldn’t want me anyway but he definitely won’t want me after this

But at least I get to be with him once

That makes having sex with the other guys worth it

He’s never want me on his own

So I’ll just have fun with the guys and get to be with him too

I nod, “Yeah. But one thing is no anal. I haven’t done that ever and I don’t want to”

“Ok. No problem”, Yoongi answers

“Uh are you guys gonna…touch or do anything to each other?”

“No!”

“Hell no!”

“Never”

I laughed

“No Jo. We’re only going to touch you, fuck you, share you”, Namjoon answer

“Ok”, I agree

“Ok? That’s it?”, Jimin asks

I shrug, “Yeah. Unless you want it in writing?”

“No, that’s good”, Namjoon says

We sit in silence for a minute

“Now what?”, I ask

“Take your clothes off”, Jin blurts

I raise my eyebrow

Damn Jin must be horny as fuck right now

I stand up and pull my shirt over my head

“Mother of god!”, one of them shouts

I scan their faces and they’re staring intently at me

Namjoon, however, just smirks

He’s seen everything already and he’s having a good time seeing them get turned on

I unbutton my jeans and pull them down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side

I’m now just standing in a skimpy red lacy bra and panties set

I wore them for Namjoon but I guess it works for now too

“Come here”, Jimin calls

I walk over to him and he touches my body

His hands run over my stomach, sides and the hip piercings I have

“Are these..piercings?”, he asks, looking up at me

I nod

“Your tattoos are so hot”, he says and he starts kissing my stomach

His lips are so soft and feel nice on my skin

I have tattoos on my body

I kept them off my arms so I can get a job but I have a lot everywhere else, so they’re easily hidden

Jimin suddenly stops and pulls my bra, snapping the clasp and taking it off

“Jesus, they’re so big”, Jungkook whispers

“Joanne, come here”, Yoongi calls me

“See you later Jimin”, I smirk and walk to Yoongi

As soon as I get to him, Yoongi immediately touches my tits

He pulls me closer and puts his mouth on my nipple, sucking on it

Fuck. It feels so good. I get so wet just from him doing this

I can’t help it, I moan

“That’s fucking hot!”, Hobi says

Yoongi’s hands are cold as he touches me but I don’t care

I’m feeling hot anyway

Yoongi moves his hands lower and grabs at my panties

He pulls, the strings ripping and tears them off my body

He touches me and moans on my nipple

My hands go in his hair and pull softly

“She’s so fucking wet already”, he says

“You had enough Yoongi. I want her”, I hear a voice say

Yoongi reluctantly let’s go of me

I turn to the direction of the voice

“Who said they wanted me?”, I ask

“Me”

Jin

I never thought of Jin this way but with the way he’s been acting tonight, I want him

He starts touching me as soon as I get close

He pulls me on his lap and actually kisses me

He’s a good kisser

He kisses me for a few minutes, touching me lightly

“Stand up”, he says

When I stand, he stands up with me, then moves me and pushes me on the recliner he was sitting on

He kneels in front of me

What is he doing?

He opens my legs and pulls me to him, his tongue on my pussy in an instant

“Fuck!”, I yell from the pleasure Jin is giving me

“Oh my god”, one of the guys says

I hear zippers being undone, pants dropping but I’m too lost in what Jin is doing

Who knew that Kim, Seokjin is amazing at eating pussy?

When his tongue lick my clit, I jump and moan loudly

“There Jo? You like it there?”, he smirks

“Yes Jin. Fuck, don’t stop”

I hear some of the guys moaning

When I look at them, they’re all in various stages of undress, hands on their cocks, eyes glued to me and Jin

Just seeing them, gets me more wet

When Jin sucks on my clit, I lose it, pleasure exploding around my body

“Fuck Jin. Yes, yes!” I scream, my hands going in his hair and pulling

He moans in my pussy and the vibration goes through my whole body

I feel him licking my clit in one spot over and over and it pushes me over the edge

“Jin! Oh god Jin"!, I scream as my orgasm hits me and my body shakes

"Oh my god that’s so hot!”

“Look at her shake”

“She’s fucking beautiful when she cums”

Jin slides his tongue inside, licking everywhere and causing me to cum again, my pussy squeezing his tongue

“He made her cum again”

“Fuck, fuck”

“How does she tastes?”

Jin pulls away, staring at me, “Fucking incredible”

His eyes are filled with lust and I get so excited

“My turn”, Tae yells as he comes over

Jin moves and Tae’s tongue is immediately on me

“God!”, I yell

Tae moves his tongue so fast and pleasure shoots up my spine

“Hey”, I hear Tae yell

I look down and see Jimin push Tae out of the way, his tongue now fucking me

“Move”, Tae yells and pushes Jimin and putting his tongue back

“No you move”, Jimin pushing Tae again and I feel his tongue back on me

This is so fucking hot, I never thought I’d have two guys, let alone two BTS members fighting over who can lick my pussy

“Hey!”, Namjoon says loudly

They both stop and look at him

“Share or you don’t get anything. Right Jo?” Namjoon says

“Yea”, I agree softly

“Fine”, Tae answers

“Fine”, Jimin adds

Suddenly I feel two tongues licking my pussy

What?

I look down and almost cum from what I’m seeing

Jimin and Tae are both eating me out, Tae licking my clit while Jimin licks around my entrance

And it feels mind blowing

“Oh my god, ahhhhh, uhhhh, fuck”, I cry

I’ve never had two tongues on me at the same time

Just the feel of two different speeds, two different sensations in different spots, makes the pleasure overwhelming

I put one hand in each of their hair and pull

I love pulling hair while being eaten out

“Put your tongue in her when she cums and you can taste all of her”, Jin tells them

Tae clamps his mouth on my clit and sucks while Jimin slides his tongue inside and licks

My body trembles as the pressure inside bursts and I cum, screaming both their names

“Taehyung, oh god, Jimin, Jimin! Taehyung!”

Jimin makes moaning sounds as Tae pulls away

“Switch Jimin! I want some too!”, Tae whines

Jimin pulls his tongue out and snaps his lips on my clit

Tae starts licking again, both of them pushing me to orgasm again

“C'mon baby”, Jimin coaxes, “Let Tae have some of you too. He wants it.”

“Oooo….ok”, I moan

Jimin sucks on my clit and Tae’s tongue goes in my pussy

I’m really sensitive from coming three times already, but it still doesn’t take long for me to orgasm again

Namjoon fucks me so good and for so long, giving me orgasm after orgasm that overstimulation isn’t an issue anymore

It’s like he trained my pussy to take a lot

And I’m happy about it

When I’ve calmed down, Tae takes his tongue out and tells me, “You’re my new favorite flavor.”

I shiver from his words

Namjoon comes over and picks me up, placing me on the couch

He sits next to me and starts sucking on my nipple

“Fuck Joonie”

“I know what you like baby”, he smiles

“I know”

He leans up and kisses me before going back to sucking on my nipple

Jungkook comes next to me on the other side and takes my other nipple in his mouth

“Kookie”, I moan

My eyes are closed and I feel my legs open and a wet tongue on my pussy again

I open my eyes and I watch Hobi go at it, eating me out

“Fuck Hobi, you’re good at this”, I whimper

“Better than me?”, Namjoon asks, jealousy in his voice

“Joonie, I don’t know if anyone can fuck me or eat me out as good as you.”

He smiles

“That’s not fair. He’s been able to fuck you so many times, you can’t compare it”, Jimin whines

“Then you just have to fuck me as good as he does.”, I tease

Jimin stares, “I will, don’t worry about that”

“Good…fuck Hoseok….luck”, I smirk at Jimin, just managing to get my words out

God, everything is feeling so good, Hobi is amazing

And I want to tell him

“Hobi, you’re tongue feels so fucking good”

I see him smirk against me

He then flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue and I shout, my hips snapping up in his face

“Fuck Joanne, I like that. Don’t stop”, Hobi cries

So I don’t, thrusting my hips up over and over, just feeling

“She’s fucking his face, why does he get that?”, Tae whines

“Are you jealous?”, Jimin teases

“Yes!”

One more lick from Hobi has me screaming

He slides his tongue in and I explode all over it

“Hoseok! Hoseok!”, I scream, pleasure hitting me everywhere

Hobi is pulled away by Yoongi who slips his tongue inside and licks a few times

Then he moves away

“You’re right, she tastes fucking amazing”, he smirks at me

I just stare at him with my mouth open

He’s fully naked and he’s so beautiful and hot and sexy and everything at the same time

My eyes go to his cock and fuck, it’s big.. Like huge

And thick

He sees where I’m looking and smirks again

“You want it?”, he asks

I nod

“I don’t know if you can handle me”, he says cockily

I snort, “Yeah ok”

“Yeah? Then come and get it”

I shoot up immediately and push him onto one of the recliners in the room

I climb on top of him and slide down his cock slowly, my turn to tease him

“Fuck, Joanne, fuck, fuck”, he shouts his eyes closed

I stop half way and he opens his eyes

I kiss his lips softly, then tease him more, “You want it Yoongi?”

Now he nods rapidly

“Then take what you want”, I whisper in his ear

He stares at me, then growls, his hands grabbing my hips and slamming me down the rest of his huge cock

“Fuck!”, I scream as he shouts, “Shit”

I push him back into the chair

“I’m gonna fuck you so good Yoongi, you’ll be thinking about it for months”, I whisper

His mouth drops open and I take that opportunity to lift up and slam down on him

“God!”, he yells

I start moving rapidly on him, rotating my hips as I move, tightening my pussy, making it so tight for him to push through and making it all the more pleasurable

For both of us

“God, Joanne, you’re so fucking tight. The way you’re moving…it's driving me insane”, he groans

“I told you I’m good at sex”, I whisper, his cock making me wetter and wetter with each bounce

“You are, fuck, yes, you are”, he shouts

“Am I gonna make you cum baby?”, I tease

“Yes, yes”, he cries

He feels so good and I can cum on his hard cock right now

But he was being cocky before and he can’t get what he wants right away

I wanna have some fun with him

He thinks he’s so big and bad

Ha

I know he’s about to cum by how hard he’s squeezing my hips

At that moment, I climb off him

“What the fuck?”, he yells shocked

I smirk, “You think you’re the only one who can be cocky? The only one to tease?”

He splutters but doesn’t get any words out

I lean over him, “You have to wait now, Yoongi. Watch all your friends fuck me. And you better not jerk off or you get nothing. You better be good and maybe I’ll fuck you again and let you cum.”

I see him battling between rage and pure lust

Well let him decide what he wants

He can have me or not

It’s all up to him

I feel arms around me and I lean back to see Jimin holding me to him

Jimin kisses me, one hand squeezing my breast, his other sliding down my body to my pussy

He starts rubbing my clit, making me wet

He kisses my neck, while I lean against him, moaning

“Come on Joanne. Let me fuck you”, he says

“Ok Jimin.”

When I look at Yoongi, who we’re standing in front of, I see jealously on his face

Aww, he’s jealous because he has to wait

Oh well

Shouldn’t have been an ass

Jimin picks me up and I giggle as he brings me to the couch where Jungkook is sitting

He moves to get up but I have an idea

“Stay Kookie”, I say

I get on my hands and knees bending over

Jimin gets behind me and slams himself inside and oh god he feels good

“Damn Joanne, you feel so good. So wet.”, he whimpers

“Hard Jimin. Fuck me hard”

“Whatever you want Jo”, he answers as he pounds mercilessly into me

And I fucking love it

I motion for Jungkook to lay in front of me

He’s beautiful too and his fucking abs are such a turn on

“Jesus, Jungkook. I don’t know what you’re doing to her but she just got so fucking wet, it’s falling down her thighs”, Jimin groans

“I’m….I’m..not doing anything. She’s just looking at me”, Jungkook stutters

I lean over him and lick his abs

“Fuck”, he moans

I kiss his stomach and touch him

“The famous Jungkook abs”, I tease

I move my hand down and grab his erection, moving it up and down

“And the famous Jungkook cock, that drives ARMYS crazy when you thrust it to ‘Baepsae’ and so many girls want to fuck.”

He moans again

“I get to touch it. I get to fuck it, I get to lick and suck it”

I swear he’s getting harder and harder in my hand as I keep talking

“Yeah, Joanne, yeah, only you can touch it”, he whines

I think I teased him enough

So I wrap my mouth around his large hard as rock cock and suck

“Fuck me, oh my god”, he yells

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you too”

He nods, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good”

I take all of him in my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat and going a little further in

Thank god I don’t have a gag reflex

I move my head up and down, licking his cock with my tongue and sucking it

I didn’t forget about Jimin, who's fucking me hard like I asked

Who's making me feel so good

Like with Yoongi, I tighten my pussy on his cock while he moves

“Oh my god Joanne. Oh my god. Don’t let go”, Jimin shouts

I let go of Jungkook and look behind my shoulder

“As long as you keep going hard, I won’t let you go”

He nods

His grip tightens on my hips and he starts pulling me back on his cock, while he thrusts in

“Uhhhh, yes Jimin, baby you’re cock feels so fucking good”, I praise him

“Me? Baby you’re fucking pussy is heaven”, he cries, "So fucking creamy. Pretty mess on my dick"

Jungkook puts his hand in my hair and pulls me back to his cock

“Please”, he pants hard

Poor baby wants it so much

So I give it to him

With Jimin behind me and Jungkook in my mouth, I feel myself getting ready to cum

Jimin slams a few more times and I let go of Jungkook to scream Jimin’s name, coming all over his cock

“Jimin! Fuck me, Jimin!”

He keeps thrusting and then he yells, “Oh god Jo, oh man”, as he orgasms

He pulls out and I get up, his cum running down my legs

“Come here”, Jungkook yells

“But…Jimin just came..”

“I don’t care. Fuck me now!”

Shit

I like this side of Jungkook

“Joanne! Get on my cock right now and ride me until we both cum! Now!”

That’s fucking sexy as hell

I move quickly and slide on his cock in an instant

God, he’s so hard and thick I don’t even have to squeeze him to make myself tight

His cock already fills me up perfectly

I bouncing on him, up and down, moving on him the same way I moved on Yoongi

I glance over my shoulder at Yoongi. He's watching with pure jealousy and struggling not to touch his cock

I smirk at him and he frowns more

I decide to tease him more

“How’s my Yoongi? Horny?”

He gives one nod but doesn’t answer

“Don’t be mad baby. You’re being good so far so maybe you can have me again”

He clenches his jaw but doesn’t say anything

I turn back to Jungkook when he grabs my hips and starts slamming me on him

“Pay attention to me baby. My cock is fucking you now and making you feel good. Look at me”

“Hmmm, maybe if you go harder, it’ll feel better”

His eyes narrow and he starts moving harder

“Yeah Kookie. Good boy”, I cry as pleasure washes over me

He slams up again and I cum instantly from that thrust

“Kookie! Jungkook!”

He thrusts a few times then holds me down on him as he orgasms

“Joanne, you’re so good, oh god!”

He collapses against the couch and I climb off, more cum dripping out of me

'I need to wipe this off’, I think.

Until I’m pulled to the floor by some of the guys on my hands and knees

I feel a cock slide in me and my pussy instantly clamps on it by itself

“Jesus, she wants more. She grabbed my cock so fast”, Tae moans

“Jo, let go a little”, Namjoon says

“Wha? Why?”

“Just do it”

I force my muscles to loosen around Tae

My leg is lifted and I actually feel another cock slide in with Tae’s

What the fuck?

How is this possible? And so much for them not touching each other

“Who?”, I start

“Jin and Tae”, Hobi answers

Both guys start moving and the pleasure I feel is so intense

"Oh my fucking god. Oh fuck, fuck”, I scream

“Fuck Tae, she loves both of us in her”, Jin moans

“Yeah”, Tae groans, “You like two cocks in you baby girl?”

“Yes fuck yes”, I yell

I didn’t know I could feel like this, that it could feel so good

I see Hobi sitting on the couch in front of me watching me get fucked by two if his friends

His hand is on his cock and I want it in my mouth so much

“Hobi”, I call

“Yeah?”

I glance up at him, “I want your cock in my mouth”

He whimpers, “O…ok”

He kneels in front of me and I put his cock right in my mouth, down my throat and start sucking

“Joanne, fuck. Your mouth, your tongue, fuck!”, Hobi shouts

He tastes good and I love feeling him going in and out of my throat

I feel a hand on my clit and turn my head slightly

Namjoon is next to me jerking off and rubbing my clit while Jin and Tae fuck me

“It’s ok baby. I fuck you all the time. Let the guys have fun”, Namjoon groans

I nod, still fucking Hobi with my mouth

“I’ll fuck you later ok?”

“Mmmmm”

While I’m loving this, Namjoon fucks me the best because he knows my body

And I know his

I can get him to cum in under a minute

He can do the same to me

I feel pressure building up and I don’t know who, but one of them slams me and with Namjoon still playing with my clit, I cum on both of them, letting go of Hobi, screaming, “Jin! Jin!, Taehyung, yes Taehyung!”

“God Joanne, you feel so good when you cum”, Tae groans

“Yeah, so fucking tight”, Jin whines

They keep thrusting and I start sucking Hobi again, with him watching me

“Fuck Joanne!”, Tae yells as he explodes, then pulls out after he finishes

I feel Jin shift and his hands grab my hips, thrusting fast and deep

I feel another orgasm and I cry around Hobi’s cock as the pleasure washes over me

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Jo, yes”, Jin shouts

He pounds in one more time and then holds me against him while he orgasms

When he pulls out Hobi starts yelling, “Fuck I’m gonna cum, move her, I want in”

Tae, Jin and Namjoon flip me on my back, Tae and Namjoon each holding one leg open for Hobi

Hobi doesn’t waste anytime driving his cock in me and slamming relentlessly

“So tight. So good”, he says not forming sentences

I close my eyes, feeling the sensation of Hobi’s firm cock in me

I just came twice and I feel another coming

“Don’t stop Hobi”, I beg

“I won’t baby. Not until you cum first”, he promises as he pulls and holds me up with an arm around my back

The angle makes him hit deeper inside and I yell

It feels so fucking amazing

Hobi is good at sex too

“Hobi, Hobi, Hobi”, I call over and over

“Yeah baby, say my fucking name. Tell me I make you feel better than anyone else.”

“Hey”, Namjoon yells

“Yes Hobi, fuck, you fuck me better than anyone so far”, I repeat

“Joanne!”, Namjoon yells again, surprised and upset

I honestly don’t even know what I’m saying

I’ve been fucked so much and orgasmed so much I can’t think

And the next one comes now

“Hoseok, Hoseok!”, I cry, my body shaking uncontrollably

“Yeah baby, fuck yeah”, he murmurs, still ramming me until he shouts and cums too

Hobi gently lays me back down before pulling out and collapsing next to me

I lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and relaxing

Until Namjoon comes

He thrust inside hard and pounds away

“I fuck you better than anyone Joanne. I was going to fuck you later but now I have to remind you who gives it to you good”, he yells

“Yes Namjoon”, I pant, “More”

Fuck he really does fuck me the best

The pleasure is running through my body and feels so so good

He drives his cock in harder and faster, knowing exactly what to do to me

“Your body listens to me”, he growls,

“Cum now”

He thrusts again and I cum just like he wants

“Good girl”, Namjoon moans, “Again, now!”

And I explode on him again

He pounds a few times then holds me to him as he cums, yelling

After he lays down next to me, breathing hard

I get up, wobbling on my legs

Cum still slides down my legs when I stand but this time I don’t know who's it is, since four of them came in me one after the other

Just thinking about that makes me feel like a slut

I shrug to myself, I probably am but God did I love this

“I’ll be right back”, I say and walk to the bathroom

My legs feel like jelly as I walk

I get to the bathroom, then clean myself up with soap and water

I walk back to the living room

All the guys are laying around, eyes closed or watching me

All but Yoongi

Who's sitting, still stiff and watching me

I saunter over to him

“You’re turn”, I whisper to him

How I have the energy to still go I’ll never know

But I don’t want to be unfair to him

Everyone else got off, he should too

Yoongi glares at me but instead of being scared, it turns me on

He’s so fucking sexy and he doesn’t know it

And it gets me wet

“I’m not scared of you Yoongi. Never was, never will be”

It’s true

He can look and even be mean but I’m not scared of him

I just give him his shit right back to him

“So you can glare at me all you want”

I grab his hand and put it on my pussy so he can feel how soaked I am

“It doesn’t do anything but turn me on”

He moans and bites his lip as he slides his fingers around and inside

“So if you wanna give me an attitude, you know you’ll get one back. And if you wanna act like an ass, I’ll walk away, let someone else fuck me and you can jerk off.”, I threaten

“No. No. I’ll be good. I promise”, he says quickly

“Good fucking boy”

He nods his head quickly, “Yes, I’m your good boy"

I cock my head, “cute”

I pull his hand away and he whimpers

Big bad Yoongi, whimpering for sex

I love it

I climb on top of him, hovering right over his hard leaking erection

“Take it Yoongi”, I whisper

He doesn’t need to be told twice

He grabs my hips and slams me down on him

“Fuck!”, we both scream

“Move Jo. Please Fuck me. I waited like you asked. Fuck me”, he begs

“Anything you want Yoongi”

I slam up and down on him, hard and fast, moving on him like I did before, making sure his cock hits my spot, pleasure roaring in my body

His eyes are squeezed closed and his grip on my hips are turning his knuckles white, him panting rapidly. But the pain feels so good

“Yoongi, baby, you’re cock feels so good”, I praise

It’s true

Yoongi’s cock is the biggest and thickest out of all of them

Bigger than Jungkook and like Jungkook, I don’t have to squeeze him for it to be tight

But I do it anyway to make it tighter for him

“You’re so tight Jo, you fuck me so well”, he moans, my pussy making a squelching sound every time I take him in

I kiss him, putting my arms around his neck, my hands sliding in the back of his hair

I'm slamming harder and harder, clenching him tighter, while he moans under me.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull his head back against the chair cushion and plant kisses all over his neck

He moans loudly when I kiss one spot and I smirk against his skin

I concentrate on kissing and licking right in that spot he likes

“Fuck. I don’t want to leave your pussy. Please Jo, don’t make me leave”, he begs

“Shhh, Yoongi, you don’t have to baby. You can stay”, I murmur, riding him as hard and fast as I can, my pussy leaking and clenching hard around him

“God Jo, you’re so good. I’ve never been fucked this good before”, he whimpers

I smile, happy about that

I lean down and whisper in his ear, “Cum Yoongi. I want it so much”

He’s breathing so hard but he manages to get out, “Yyyy….you first. I…fuck….I want to feel you cum on me”

Fuck, his words turn me on so much and I feel the familiar pressure of an orgasm coming

I slide up and down his shaft a few more times before I explode as an orgasm tears through my body

“Yoongi, fuck!”

As I clamp down on his cock, he grips me tighter and puts his head against my chest, yelling while he cums

“Joanne baby, shit”

He leans back when he’s finished, still in me and he’s still hard as a rock

“Yoongi, you’re still hard”

“Huh?”, he asks, his head lifting up

I get off him and he looks down

Our cum is mixed on his cock but it’s still fully erect

I’ve never seen this before

Namjoon has been extremely horny before but it takes him at least ten minutes before he gets hard again Yoongi just came and nothing changed

He’s still hard

Wow

“Huh”, he says as he looks at himself then he looks back at me

“Get on”, he demands

"What?”

“Get on. You kept your promise to fuck me good and you're right, I’m going to be thinking about that for a long time. But now I’m gonna fuck your brains out and you won’t want anyone but me to fuck you anymore.”

I smirk, “You can try”

“Then get on my cock and let me wreck you”

I get so wet and excited, I immediately slide on his cock

“Fuck, Yoongi, you fit so good in me”, I whisper

“I know baby. I don’t want to be anywhere else”, he replies, quietly

Then he says, “We got an audience”

I turn and see the guys watching us, hands on their erect cocks

“They’re gonna jerk off to us”, I giggle

He shrugs, “I don’t care about them. I want you right now”

“Then fuck me hard Yoongi”

He smirks and thrusts up hard causing me to scream

He holds my hips again and lifts me up, then slams me down as he thrusts up

The pleasure is so fucking intense

More intense that when Tae and Jin were in me

He keeps going so hard and fast

I fucking love it

He’s hitting all the right places and pretty soon he has me coming again

“Yoongi, ahhh”, I scream

He doesn’t stop, he gets up and carries me to the couch

“Get off”, Yoongi yells at Jimin and Jungkook

They scramble off and he lays me on the couch on my back

He rips open my legs and thrusts inside, immediately pounding ruthlessly into me

It feels amazing

He leans over and kisses me, his tongue sliding in my mouth and I love the way it feels

He kisses my neck and down to my breast

He sucks on one of my nipples while he squeezes the other with his fingers

I gasp as the pleasure and all too soon I’m ready to cum

But just as I’m going to, he pulls out

“Fuck”, I yell

He smirks at me, “Don’t like it huh?”

“No!”, I snap

“Now you know how it feels”

Yeah, not fucking fun to be pulled out of pleasure like that

But I’m still not sorry I did it to him

I roll my eyes while he kisses my body, licking and sucking on my skin

He sucks on a nipple again and I’m even more drenched

“Damn Jo, you want me that much? You just fucking soaked the cushion”

I glare at him, “Then shut up and fuck me”

“Ok”, he shrugs and pleasure returns to my body as he pushes in

He puts my legs on his shoulders and slams in deeper than any of the guys went

This position makes my orgasm come much faster

Then the pleasure leaves my body as he pulls out again

“YOONGI!”, I scream, frustrated

He laughs

He fucking laughs

That’s it

“Hobi come fuck me now”, I yell

“No he can’t.”, Yoongi answers

“Yes he can. He fucked me the best tonight and he can do it again.”

Yoongi’s eyes flash and he growls, “No he’s not going to. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you scream louder than Namjoon does. I’m going to be the one who fucks you the best out of any guy you ever fucked or will fuck. You’ll never forget about me, the same way I’ll never forget about you!”

I stare at him in shock

He’ll never forget me?

He actually said that?

I can’t think of anything to say

But then I don’t have to because as soon as he’s done speaking, he goes back in harder and faster than before

Again once I get close, he pulls out

I get so fucking pissed but I don’t say anything this time

He teases me two more times and I just get more frustrated

He smirks at me and kisses me

I’d turn my head but I like his kisses

He goes back in, legs still on his shoulders

It feels fantastic

I’m scared to give in to the strong pleasure because he’s gonna pull out again and everything is going to stop

So I just breathe heavily, not screaming because what’s the point if it’s just gonna stop?

“What’s the matter baby?”, he asks

“Nothing”, I answer

“You don’t like it?”

I shake my head, “I do. I love it but you’re just gonna stop again and I’m waiting for that.”

“Not this time baby, I’m gonna let you cum.”

“I promise Jo.”

I nod and just give in to the feelings

“Scream for me”, he asks

He slams in and I can’t help it, I scream

No words, just noise

I can’t think to form words

“Yeah my baby girl, scream again”

I just can’t handle it

I’m hot, I’m sweaty, and I just want to cum

I let out a long scream from his fucking amazing cock hitting the right places

“Cum, baby girl. I know you want to”

It’s like my body is his because as soon as he tells me to, I cum so fucking hard

My body shakes so much I can’t stop it, my mind turns off and stars burst in my vision as I just scream from the fucking intensity

My back arches off the couch and I have to close my eyes because I can’t keep them open

And at the same time, Yoongi is urging me on

“Yeah baby, I love you fucking shaking. You’re screams are music to my ears.”

It’s the best fucking orgasm I ever had

Fucking incredible

After it passes my body comes back down to the couch and I relax a little

“Oh no, Joanne, I’m not done with you yet”, Yoongi informs me

What?

I can’t

That last one took too much out of me

“Yoongi, I can’t…”

“Yeah you can. I know you can”

“Yoongi..”

“Shhh baby girl. Just feel and enjoy everything ok?”

I nod

I can’t argue with him

I don’t want to

He spreads my legs wider, holding them open wide

He just slams over and over, the pleasure building again

Then he hits so deep and hits my spot that has me screaming

“There it is. I was looking for that”, he smirks, “Are you ready to cum over and over again Jo? Cuz I’m gonna make you”

I nod

I’m not ready but I want it

He slams the spot over and over, waves of ecstasy crashing over me again and again

“Come on baby, cum for me”

He hits me again in my spot and I lose control of my body and cum all over him again

“Good girl. Again”, he shouts

He hits the spot

Another orgasm

“Who fucks you the best?”, he demands

“You Yoongi”, I cry as another orgasm over takes me

“Who makes you cum over and over?”

“You!”, I shout and I cum again

I can’t control myself

He’s controlling my body

Every time he slams the spot I orgasm automatically

I never felt this much ecstasy in my life

Even though I’m coming within seconds, it feels so so incredible

And I want more

I don’t want him to stop

“Who gave you the best orgasm of your life?”, he yells

“You did Yoongi, fuck, you did!”, I scream, coming again

“Fucking right. Who do you belong to? Your body, your pussy, you? Who?”, he demands

“You Yoongi, You!”, I cry as another orgasm takes my body

Fuck yes

I’ll be his

Yoongi puts my legs around him and he leans over, picking me up and holding me up like Hobi did

Except Yoongi holds me closer to him

“Who does your body listen to baby?”

“You Yoongi!”, I shout

“Good girl. Now cum on me again”, he orders and again my body obeys him

“Yoongi!”, I scream, shaking and holding his arms so tightly while I cum

“Good baby girl. You're such a good girl for me.”, he moans

“Yoongi!”, I whimper

“What baby?”

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, please”

“You want more?”

I nod I lost count of how many times I came just with Yoongi

But I want more

“I’ll give you anything you want, anytime”, he says, giving me another orgasm

“This is fucking insane”, one of the guys says

“How is she coming so much?”

“How has he not cum yet?”

“Fuck, just watch her begging him for more is hot”

“I think you’ve been replaced Namjoon.”

“Shut up”

Yoongi kisses me as orgasm after orgasm roll over me

“You’re fucking kisses are amazing Joanne. I never want to kiss anyone else.”

God what he’s saying is making me feel so good

“My good girl”, he murmurs, holding me close while still moving

After I cum again, he says, “Jo, can I cum now? I can’t take it. The way you feel, the way you pull on me, I can’t last anymore baby girl.”

“Yes Yoongi, cum baby”

He nods, the rams in my spot once more causing one last orgasm before he screams and cums hard

He puts his face in my neck, screaming and crying out loud, while he cums, his orgasm lasting a lot longer than it normally should

He pulls out when he’s done, lays me back down then just lays on top of me, out of breath, his heart racing

“You’re heart’s beating so fast”, he breathes

“Yours too”, I reply

I’m fucking exhausted

I lay back and close my eyes

“Jo…cccc…can I stay here until I can breathe normally again?”

“Yeah Yoongi, it’s ok”

“Thanks”

I hear the guys moving around and talking but I’m so tired

I don’t even realize when I fall asleep

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My phone buzzes and I pick it up

It’s a text

From Yoongi

“Hey Jo. Can you come to the dorm today to hang?”

“Yeah sure. What time?”

“Uh I’ll text you. We’re at practice now”

“Sure, lemme know”

He sends a thumbs up emoji

It’s been a month since the BTS orgy I participated in

It was really fun

I ended up falling asleep on the couch Yoongi did too, on top of me

None of the guys moved us, they just went back to their rooms

I woke up to Yoongi’s hair in my face

He jumped a mile when I poked him and I laughed

I told him I needed to go home and asked if he could please get up

He blushed and moved off so I could get up

We both got dressed and he let me out

Ever since then everything has been normal between all of us

We all still hang out together

We just don’t have sex and we don’t talk about it

It doesn’t bother me as long as I have them as my friends

Nothing ever happened between me and the member I’m in love with

We just had sex and that was it

He never said anything to me, just continued as we were

I’m disappointed but I can’t make him love me

And I can’t wait around for him

I have to get over it

That’s why I agreed to go on a date with another idol

Namjoon’s friend Jackson from Got 7, asked if I’d possibly agree to go on a date with his group member, Jin- Young

I said yes and the next thing I know, Jin-Young calls me, asking me out

So I agree and we’re going out on Friday

He’s cute but I don’t know him

I have to give him a chance though

I don’t want to be alone all my life pining over someone who’ll never love me

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“Hi Jo”, Jungkook says as he opens the door to the dorm

“What up Kookie?”

He laughs, “You’re so weird”

“Ha! Look who's talking. So what’s up?”

“Uh nothing”

“Yoongi here? He asked me to come over”, I ask

“Yeah he’s in his room.”

“Rude. I texted him that I’m here. You think he’d come and open the damn door.”

“Are you surprised?”, Jungkook asks with an “are-you-kidding-me” look.

“Not at all”, I smile, “I’ll see you later”

“See ya”

I walk to Yoongi’s room

His door is open and he’s at his desk writing something, his back to me

I see his phone is on his bed

I roll my eyes

He probably didn’t even read the text I sneak up on him and he doesn’t even hear me

I glance over his shoulder real quick to see what he’s writing

Looks like lyrics

About a girl

'Her eyes are beautiful dark pools I love to get lost in'

Damn

He has it bad

Anyway, I decide to scare him

“What are you writing?”, I whisper in his ear

He jumps and shouts, turning around, snapping his notebook closed

I’m laughing so hard, I can’t breathe

He’s glaring at me, breathing heavily

“That’s not fucking funny Joanne.”

“You’re right”, I gasp, “It’s fucking hilarious”

He just keeps glaring and scowling at me until I’ve calmed down

I wipe my eyes carefully, trying not to fuck up my makeup anymore than I already did when tears came out

“Are you done?”

I crack up again

“Joanne! Seriously?”

“Ok, ok, I’m done”, I say holding back a smile

He huffs

“I’m good. I promise”, I say, calmed for now

I flop on his bed and toss him his phone

“I texted you when I was outside you ass. I had to keep ringing the bell until Jungkook opened it”

“Oh sorry. I was busy, I lost track of time”

“Uh-huh, writing love song lyrics?”

“You looked?”, he scowls again

“Relax, I only saw one line about the girls eyes and getting lost or something like that.”

“Don’t read my lyrics.”

“Fucking relax. I didn’t mean to”, I snap

“You know I hate when people read my shit before I finish it.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry ok? I won’t read any of your shit ever again.”

“You shouldn’t have done it now!”, he exclaims

Fuck this

I didn’t come here to be yelled at

I get up, “Fuck off Yoongi. I’m leaving”

I walk past him and out into the hall

“No, Joanne wait! Don’t go”, he says following me

He grabs my arm, stopping me

I turn back to him, giving him a death stare

“I’m sorry ok? I just got embarrassed that you read it ok? I don’t write love songs, I usually leave that to Namjoon. I’m sorry. Don’t leave.”

I hesitate but he’s apologizing

“Ok fine”, I give in

Relief blooms in his face

“Uh can you come back to my room?”

“Yeah ok”, I say and follow him

Once inside he closes the door

He goes and sits in the computer chair by the desk I go to sit in his bed facing him

“So what do you wanna do?”, I ask

“Uh I wanted to ask you something”

“You dragged me all the way here to ask me something?”

“You live ten minutes away!”

“Still”, I say, “You could of just texted me.”

He rolls his eyes

“I asked you to come hang out but I wanna ask you something first.”, he clarifies

“Oh, ok”

I sit and wait

He looks down at the ground

“Yoongi? Hello?”, I call, “What do you want to ask me?”

“Uh, yeah..”, he trails off

I give him a ‘well?’ look

“Do you..uh….will you…”

“What? Just ask Yoongi, you can ask me anything”

We had crazy sex and he’s been everywhere on my body

He can’t ask a fucking question?

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

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Yoongi POV

She blinks, then asks, “Are you…are you serious?”

I know it’s coming out of nowhere and this isn’t like me at all

And I’m not usually this shy around her

But the truth is I love her

I fell in love with her a long time ago

But I’m not good at this stuff and she makes me nervous

“Yeah I’m serious.”

“Where is this coming from? I didn’t even think you liked me like that”, she asks

‘Because I hid it and I’m scared you don’t want me’, I want to say but don’t

I know she’s confused

I never gave any indication that I like her like that

Even after we woke up naked together, I acted completely normal even though I was incredibly happy

Waking up to her arms around me, holding me was the best thing in the world

And the sex she gave me the night before?

The best sex I ever had in my entire existence

I haven’t said anything this last month because I was getting the courage to tell her

But I had to speed things up or I’d lose her

But I shrug, “I don’t know. I just like you”

I am not telling her I love her

Not yet

“You just like me?”, she repeats, “You don’t even sound sure”

“I am”

She furrows her eyebrows, so confused

“Look if you don’t want to just say it”, I answer

This isn’t going well

She’s not answering me and I’m freaking out

“Hey don’t give me a fucking attitude. You can’t just drop this on me after never saying a fucking thing or even indicating that you felt this way. Especially since you’re shrugging your fucking shoulders and not even sounding like you do really like me”, she snaps

My eyes widen and I look down

She’s right

I need to relax and show her that I want her

“I’m sorry Jo. I’m not good at this stuff. The truth is…”

“What?”

Shit

Why did I say that?

“Yoongi?”, she prompts

Should I tell her?

I just said I wouldn’t but maybe I should just tell her.

Get everything out of the way

She’s not going to let it go anyway until I answer her

I take a breath, “The truth is I love you.”

“You..love..”, she stutters

I nod looking up at her, “Yeah, I love you. I have for a while. I don’t know when it happened or even how. I just started noticing that I’d get jealous when you’d go to Namjoon’s room all the time. I just wanted to be around you, hold your hand, kiss you. I don’t like being touched or do that kind of stuff but I want to with you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me until I figured out I fell in love with you.”

She looks totally caught off guard which is to be expected

“But how can you want me after what I did with you and the guys? I fucked all of your friends! If I’d known you felt like this I wouldn’t have done it!”

“You wouldn’t?”, I ask, looking intently at her

Is she just saying that or does she mean it?

“No!”, she cries

I…I don’t know what to say

Why wouldn’t she?

She’s single, she can do whatever she wants

“But why not?”, I ask

“Because I love you, you fucking idiot! God you’re so stupid and fucking blind.”

Now it’s my turn to look dumbfounded

She loves me?

Is she joking?

“I’m in love with your dumb ass and I wouldn’t have fucked all the guys if I’d known how you felt. I only did it because I got to be with you if I did. I never thought you’d ever look twice my way, with all female idols and female staff members you’re around all the time!”, she yells

Is she insane?

I don’t give a rats ass about idols and female staff members

I’ve seen them and they do nothing for me

She is who I want

“Why would you think that? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I can’t look at other girls anymore because they can never compare to you. All I do is compare. I just stopped looking because they’re not you”, I tell her

“Www…what?”, her mouth drops open, “You’re not serious?”

My god, she really doesn’t think I’d want her or look at her at all

She’s gorgeous, she’s all I could ever want and more and she has no clue

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me”, I repeat

She has to believe that I think that

I won’t let her think otherwise

“I love everything about you. How small you are, how fucking incredibly sexy your body is, you hair, your soft skin, you’re gorgeous smile. And your eyes. Your fucking eyes.”, I confess

Her eyes are fucking beautiful and I could stare into them all day

They’re such a pretty dark brown that shine all the time

I could drown in them every day

But I don’t want to think it’s all about her looks because it’s so not

“And don’t get me started on your personality. Because that could take hours for me to describe.”

It really could

She’s my perfect match

“The song…the thing I read…”, she start

“Is about you”, I admit, “That’s why I freaked out when you read it.”

“What you wrote about my eyes”, she trails off…

I blush hard

I don’t write love songs but once I sat down, all this came out

A whole verse just about her incredible eyes

“It’s true. Your eyes are my favorite thing about you, physically anyway. They’re just fucking gorgeous. They’re big and I love their dark brown color and how they’re always shining. I fucking drown in them everytime you look at me. I can’t hear anything anyone says or think about anything except looking in them. I honestly think I could get lost for hours in them.”, I answer, blushing more

She looks adorable with her mouth hanging open

I might as well keep going

She loves me and I want her to know how much I love her

Maybe we can finally be together

“You’re all I think about, all the time. It’s driving me crazy. I just want you around me all the time. I don’t care about what happened with the guys. It was before us, it doesn’t matter. What matters starts now, with you and me together. To be honest I only did it to be with you too. That was the best night of my life, being with you, making you feel that amazing. It was the best sex of my life because it was with you.”

I really don’t care about it

It happened and nothing can change that

I’m not mad, we weren’t together then

I was glad to be with her

“It’s the same for me Yoongi. It was the best because I was with you. You could of just kissed me the whole night and it would of been the best of my life.”, she admits

“I’m sorry Joanne. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before and I didn’t realize you felt the same.”

“It’s ok Yoongi. But why now? Why didn’t you say anything after we had sex?”

I sigh, “I was trying to work up the balls to tell you. But I was scared. Terrified actually. I still am. But then Namjoon told me that you agreed to go on a date with Jin-Young. I couldn’t lose you to someone else without at least telling you how I feel. That’s why I’m telling you now”

When I found out that she agreed to go on a date with this guy I flipped my shit

There is no way I would lose her without trying

No way

It’s silent for a minute

“Yes”, she says

I look at her confused, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend”, she answers

“You will?”, I ask, hoping she’s not kidding

She nods, “I love you Yoongi”

My face bursts into a smile

She sucks in her breath, whispering,

“Your smile is so beautiful Yoongi. I absolutely love it”

I can’t help but smile more, “I love you Joanne”

She gets off the bed and comes to me, kissing me

I kiss her back, pulling her on my lap

She pulls away and touches my face gently, staring into my eyes

“I love your eyes too Yoongi. They’re so beautiful”

Fuck, I can’t believe she’s saying this to me

That she thinks this about me

I run my fingers through her hair and look at her with love

“You’re mine”, I whisper

She nods, “And you're mine”

“Always”, I answer

I lean in and meet her half way, in a fiery kiss