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Tim Cain's Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Muffins ---------------------------------------------------- They're the Shadowking's favorites! 1 2/3 cup flour 1 cup sugar 2 tsp. cinnamon 1 tsp. nutmeg 1/4 tsp. cloves 1 tsp. baking soda 1/4 tsp. baking powder 1/4 tsp. salt 2 eggs 1 cup pumpkin (half of a 16 oz. can) 1 cup chocolate chips 1/2 cup butter (1 stick), melted Preheat oven to 350. Grease muffin tins (one dozen regular sized) or use baking cups. Mix flour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, baking soda, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl. Break eggs into another bowl. Add pumpkin and butter, and whisk until blended. Stir in chocolate chips. Pour over dry ingredients and stir until just blended. Do NOT over-stir! Scoop batter into tins and bake 20-25 minutes. After cooling, keep muffins wrapped in plastic to avoid drying.
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â TAGS â boxer!jk, heâs a fanboy, pouty jkkkkkk, ocâs a idol, sugar daddy elements, fluffy, rom-com vibess, jkâs secretly a little sub who loves praise, praise kinks, making love, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, rough sex, pussy-eating, unprotected sex, creampies, very light dirty talk, ocâs a tease, jk just loves oc, some violence (nothing serious jk punches a guy), ocâs a pillow princess, mainly dom!jk, subby!oc who is a menace, jk is super protective and a good bf, he beats someone up for you, tit play
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Jeon Jungkook was many thingsâcharismatic, âlover boyâ, charmingâbut the biggest one of all: a pain in the ass (for Yoongi). Jungkook was the type of guy to do whatever he wanted WHEN he wanted.
The kid had a strong backbone, Yoongi will give him that but it was an absolute nightmare dealing with the press for someone like Jungkook. Yoongi can count on his fingers how many times Jungkookâs gotten into heat for his loud ass mouth. Sometimes not all publicity was necessary whether it was good or bad in Yoongiâs opinion (not that anyoneâs ever asked).
âWhere is he? That little shitââ Yoongi growls behind gritted teeth as he storms through the gym towards the private training room Jungkook usually practiced in.
He slams the door open and locks eyes with his target, âThere you areâ!â
Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns around in surprise, âHyung?â Heâs confused as fuck because heâs been behaving himself lately, sooo what did he do now? âYoongi hyungâow! What the hell was that for?â
âHow many times did I tell your ass to keep your little flings under the radar? I told you: if youâre gonna be fooling around with people do it on the down low but no, you just gotta fucking let the world know huh?â Yoongi seethes, literally trembling with rage from where Jungkook stands.
Jungkook makes a confused noise, âBut I didnâtââ
âThen, what. The. Fuck. Is this?â Yoongi slaps his phone in Jungkookâs face, on it thereâs some tweet with an article linked to it.
Jungkook squints his eyes mumbling under his breath as he reads the tweet out loud, â..Idol l/n y/n caught in a dating scandal with infamous boxer Jeon Jungkookâwhatâs the big deal though, everyone usually ignores these types of things.â
Yoongi looks like he wants to scream, âKid you realize youâre a celebrity right?â Nod. âOkay, and sheâs a celebrity too right?â Nod. âSo why in the FUCK wouldnât this be a big deal? I mean, itâs not like weâre not talking about the nationâs âsweetheartâ here, the countryâs fucking pride and joy.â He really needs a fucking smoke right now.
âHyung itâs just a fucking rumor she probably doesnât even care or know about it, I donât see why youâre stressing out. Not like I know her either,â Jungkook carelessly says as he throws a few punches at the bag, âyouâre gonna end up bald with how youâre stressing right now.â
Yoongi takes a deep breath, in, out, in, out. âBecause, idiot,â emphasis on the idiot, âthis shit is getting out of control, you have any idea how many fucking news outlets are talking about this? For fucks sake the entire country is in shambles cause their âpreciousâ y/n is supposedly dating some lowlife boxer, no biggie really itâs not like I havenât been getting threats either over this little stunt of yours.â He glares.
Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh as he stops in his tracks, âHyung I didnât do anything, so fucking what if I posted a pic with my photocard, itâs MY photocard! Donât her fans do that shit too, so why is it a problem that I do it too?â
âBecause people think youâre dating now! They think youâre soft launching her or something!â Yoongi tugs at his hair, âYou realize if people find out you fucked with her just to get in her bed theyâre gonna lose it and not just on her but you mainly. You want a fucking witch hunt out for you? Because you know damn well they love her more than you.â
âOuch.â Jungkook grumbles petulantly.
âNo, ouch, use your fucking brain think about the damage youâll take all because you wanted to fuck their little princess.â Yoongi glares.
Jungkookâs almost offended that Yoongi would think of him like that. Sure he had his fair share of groupies and models but Jungkook wasnât a complete asshole about it! He had feelings too, heâs not sorry that he was fucking casually like any other normal person who was looking to unwind. It also isnât his fault that they labeled him a playboy.
In the eyes of the public Jungkook was a menace as there were rumors of him knocking models up and cheating on the girls heâs ever gotten spotted with. Everyday he woke up and there was something new that came out whether it was him âdatingâ or his flings coming out to talk about their one night stands.
Needless to say he didnât have the best public image.
âOkay let me stop you there, Iâm not after her for sex or anything. If you really want to know, I'm actually interested in her. I wanna get to know her some more and take things further yâknow?â He huffs and wipes the sweat off his brow with his shirt.
Yoongi scoffs, âYeah right, Iâll believe it when I see it.â As he finishes his sentence the door opens and Namjoon pops in with Seokjin, the two team members hauling in some duffle bags in tow.
âWhatâs going on? The hell Yoongi look so red for?â Namjoon huffs as he drops the bag gracelessly, âJungkook what did you do now?â He clicks his tongue in disappointment, tutting him like a misbehaved child.
Jungkookâs mouth drops open, this traitor! Heâs supposed to be on his side, not Yoongiâs. Seokjin interrupts with a loud cackle, âWhat didnât he do?â Another traitor! Jungkook canât believe this, his own hyungs against him.
âLong story short Romeo over here is in a dating scandalânot with just anybody though, fucking l/n y/n. Yâknow, the poster child.â Yoongi spits harshly, shooting Jungkook another pissy look while heâs at it.
Namjoonâs mouth drops open in shock, Seokjin actually looks pretty terrified too which is funny because if only he could see the face heâs making right now.
âNo way youâre insane for that, shit good luck with the press because they donât play about their little popstar.â Namjoon manages to utter once the shock passes.
Jungkook glares, âI didnât do anything! Theyâre mad Iâm showing off my photocard, I bet you that theyâre jealous because they donât have this one.â He huffs and thrusts his phone out to show them his phone case.
âWhat exactly did you do?â Seokjin laughs.
âNothing! I posted a mirror pic and I didnât expect a bunch of crazies to over analyze shit and spot the photocard. Not like itâs MY fault people make up narratives and shit.â Jungkook rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away safely in his pocket, âBut you know what, just wait and see.â
âWait and see what?â Namjoon snorts in amusement.
âHyung doesnât believe me but Iâm serious about her, Iâm gonna ask her out and from there maybe talk and get to know each other. One thing for sure sheâs gonna be my girl unless she slaps me in the face and tells me to leave her alone or somethin,â Jungkook grins as he elbows his still pissed off manager.
Seokjin looks at him with a shit-eating grin, âSure let me know how that ends up going for you.â
Jungkook purses his lips, âYouâll see..â
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They end up in Miami for a boxing match Jungkook has pending but his opponent ended up coming down with something so it got canceled. Now Jungkook has no clue what to do for an entire week and it doesnât help that heâs jet lagged, hungry, and tired. Not a good combination.
âDid they say when the match will be back on?â Jungkook mumbles boredly from his spot on the lounge chair in his hotel. Heâs slumped over scrolling down his phone looking at random shit on his feed.
âHard to tell Kook, apparently the guyâs really sick and can barely get outta bed or somethinâ. They said it was better to wait it out for a week and see what happens with him.â Yoongi sighs deeply, âFuck, just our luck too.â
Jungkook nods in agreement, âWhat do we do now hyung? Do we go back or..?â
Yoongi takes a seat on the opposite side of him with a shrug, âDunno, do whatever you want since the match is canceled. Me and Joon gotta stay back to talk with the event organizers and shit.â
He goes quiet for a few moments before sitting up, âOh wait thereâs an award show going on right now, they sent me an invite for you but I donât know if you wanna go or not.â
âAward show?â Jungkook makes a face but what other shit does he have to do? Itâs not like heâs got a match anymore anyways, maybe the after party will be cool or something. âI guess, why do they want me there?â
âAppearances for the pressâyou know, the usual.â Yoongi hums.
Jungkookâs lips are pursed as he looks around deep in thought. DOES he wanna go? Itâs not like this would be the first time theyâve asked him to make an appearance but Jungkook doesnât really like these types of things. Red carpets and interviews are so tedious and time consuming.
Waitâ
âHyung!â He suddenly gasps, âHoly shitâpass me my suit.â He says as he bolts away into the bathroom.
Yoongi looks at him in confusion, âWhat..kid what the hell are you on?â He snorts, âDonât tell me youâre excited to go to this thing.â Nonetheless he still takes out Jungkookâs suit for him and lays it on the bed.
âNo you donât understand,â Jungkook cuts off as he splashes his face with water, ây/n is probably gonna be there!â
ây/nâJungkook really?â Yoongi groans, âI thought you were playing around last time, I didnât think you were actually serious about it.â
Jungkook holds back his whine, âHyung you always think Iâm playing around, why isnât anyone taking me seriously about her! I swear I have good intentions.â
âI dunno, maybe cause you have a habit of sleeping with anything that walks and looks pretty to you. Or maybe the fact that youâve done this before. Should I remind you of that one model from Cancun?â Jungkook pouts, âOr the bartender chick from LA?â His pout deepens, âOr the girl from Paris?â
âOkay I get it!â Jungkook grumbles, âBut this time Iâm serious hyung, more than I ever been about someoneâespecially her.â He says with a sigh while changing out of his clothes and into the suit Yoongi laid out for him.
Yoongi sighs deeply, âLook all Iâm saying is to be careful how you go about this, itâs a lot at stake right now not just because of you being involved with her but the fact that the public has their opinions about you already as it is.â
Jungkook appreciates the sentiment but he doesnât need anyone to approve or disagree about his feelings. The public didnât deserve any explanations over what Jungkook chooses to do with his life, heâs here to fight and thatâs it. Not to be anyoneâs marionette or dress-up doll.
âI know hyung, thanks.â He smiles back and slips his blazer on, âIâll text you later on and tell you what happens.â Yoongi doesnât reply verbally rather with a low grunt, âSee ya.â Jungkook says with a final grin and heads out of the room down to the main lobby and into a car Yoongi had waiting for him.
On the way to the venue he checks out the award show on Instagram, he sees a lot of people he recognizes and a few new faces. His eyes scan over the page eagerly in hopes of seeing you on there. Are you performing tonight? Were you already there on the red carpet? Oh he bets you look absolutely divine tonight (you always do).
âYes!â He says a bit too loudly startling his driver in the process as he sheepishly apologizes.
Jungnkook finally comes across a post about you and he reads over the caption with an excited hum, biting his lip when he sees that you are performing after all. Heâs getting a mean adrenaline rush right now like the ones he usually gets before his matches. Just thinking about how heâs gonna get to meet you tonight is getting him all worked up. He wonders if youâll even give him the time of day.
Only one way to find out.
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âJeon over here!â
âJeon, look here!â
âJeon, is it true you and y/n are dating?â Jungkook makes a point to ignore this and act like he didnât hear it even though heâs screaming on the inside.
The red carpetâs full of singers and models, the fans are screaming and reporters keep getting in his damn way as he tries to make his way through the crowd. Of course he stops for a picture or two with a fan, poses for the paparazzi too but heâs not concerned with them right now. He knows he must look a little lost with the way he keeps looking around like heâs trying to find something (yeah, you).
Jungkook almost frowns like a child who didnât get their way once he sees youâre not anywhere in sight. You probably already headed inside which sucks cause he really wanted to see you beforehand since it was probably arranged seating in there. At this rate he wonât be able to even say hiâ
âOh shit, my bad.â Jungkook says when he bumps into someone behind him. He turns around to apologize properly when his heart fucking stops. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygodâitâs you.
You look up at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, face scrunched up cutely (your lips pouty) in confusion as you tilt your head up (UP!) to look at him, âUm, youâre stepping on my dress.â Even your voice is so prettyyy.
âSorry my fault,â Jungkook steps back and kneels down to fix the rumpled state he left it in, vaguely aware of the fast flashing (the paparazzi must be eating this up), âlemme make it up to you though.â He says once he comes back up.
You tilt your head, âAnd how would you do that?â
âIâll buy you a new dress.â Jungkookâs dead serious too, if you asked him to buy you a whole house heâd do it in a heartbeat. Take everything at this pointâhave it.
âAnd who said I want you to buy me things?â You muse softly.
Jungkook chuckles softly and leans down to talk in your ear because the crowdâs getting louder and itâs hard to talk to you, âDonât be like that, if you let me take you out Iâll show you all the things I can buy you.â He murmurs low, voice husky.
You tilt your head to look at him, eyes dropping down to his lips and then back up as a coy smile plays at your soft lips, âYouâre funny.â You pat his cheek with a soft manicured hand and walk away.
His heart nearly skips a damn beat when you do that. Oh he swears he can still feel your soft hand sliding over his cheek when you walked away from him like the little tease you were. He doesnât know how long he stands there until he gets moving, a stupid grin on his face the entire time as he replays the moment over and over again in his head.
Jungkookâs not gonna lie, this little cat and mouse game that just started has him eager for more. Heâs so getting your number by the end of the night, call him delusional but he swears youâre digging him too with the way you checked him out just now.
He spends the entire night throwing a few sneaky glances your way, hell when you got on stage to perform he nearly folded then and there. Everything about itâsultry gaze, soft husky voice, and sensual body rollsâwas perfect. Jungkook donât even care that people are watching him ogle you in 4K, he doesn't bother to hide the fact that he likes what heâs seeing right now.
To make things worse you pass by his seat and shoot him a dazzling little smile, waving your fingers coyly at him which makes the people go wild. Oh heâs in love. Jungkook makes a point in looking for you afterwards at the afterparty. Youâre changed out of your outfit from earlier, now in a pretty babydoll and your little Prada loafers.
When he makes eye contact you shoot him a smile, âThought Iâd wear something you canât step on again.â
Jungkook snorted softly, âI already told you, I dunno why youâre being stubborn, quit playing and let me take you out already.â He says smoothly and wraps his arm around your waist, surprised that you donât push him off or anything.
You look him up and down with a soft hum, âMmmm Iâm kinda in the mood for some paella.â
âThen letâs go.â Jungkookâs ready, he will literally drop everything to get you some paella.
âNot from here though, I hear itâs way better in Spain.â You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down so heâs eye level with you, âSo unless youâre willing to take me to Spain, Iâm not going anywhere.â
Jungkook licks his lips, âFuck it, letâs go.â He starts leading you away, peeping the way you look surprised, âWhat?â He laughs.
âYouâre serious, right now?â Once you recover from the initial shock you smile at him with a quiet giggle, âYouâre crazy.â
Oh he just adores that cute eye-smile of yours, âLetâs get you some paella yeah?â
Itâs a nine hour flight you both impulsively leave on with no bags, didnât even tell your managers, and only your phones and wallets. No one questions when Jeon Jungkook walks through first class hand in hand with you trailing close by, youâre even wearing his blazer over your shoulders because you complained about how chilly it was.
Jungkookâs smiling like an idiot the entire time heâs sitting with you in the first class cabin. You donât seem to mind how touchy he is so he keeps an arm over your shoulder so youâre pressed close to his side. He nearly screams when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off into a peaceful slumber.
You left Miami around one in the morning and got to Madrid at nine with Jungkook booking you two a room at the infamous Four Seasons hotel. You knock out with him for a few more hours until youâre complaining about your paella.
âHurry up, I'm starving and you promised me my paella.â You grumble and poke at his face.
âYeah, yeah Iâm awake.â Jungkook murmurs calmly as he rolls out of the bed to make himself presentable.
Jungkook feels like heâs in a dream right now, god this better not be because the sight of you looking so happy in front of him while eating your beloved paella is one for the books. Your little brunch date turns into a shopping date because you complain you donât wanna be wearing clothes from yesterday since the two of you decided to stay in Spain for the weekend.
He has a goofy smile on his face as he swipes, taps, and inserts his black card at different stores you drag him to. He lets you spend his money how you want to, relishing in the way the BVLGARI store workerâs eyes nearly bulge out of their head when Jungkook pays for a forty-eight thousand wrist watch, all for you.
âDoesnât it look pretty?â You grin softly while holding your wrist out to him.
Jungkook gently takes your hand in his and admires the watch, âPerfect, really suits you.â He grins softly as he thanks the employees and heads out with you to another store to see what you find.
By the time Sunday comes Jungkookâs spent well over one-hundred grand on you but does he care? No, not really because he did say heâd show you all the things heâd buy you. Jungkook doesnât wanna go back to Miami but Yoongiâs bitching at him to go back because apparently his opponent got better and the match was back on and set for Tuesday the earliest.
âLet me make you mine already.â He finds himself mumbling low in your ear as he tugs you into a loose hug, not caring that you two were standing in the middle of the airport about to board different flights back (of course he pays for your first class ticket home).
You look up at him with coy eyes and a soft little smile on your glossy lips, god he just wants to kiss the fuck out of you but he doesnât because you havenât give him the okay for anything past non-sexual intimacy which heâs fine with because he does wanna take time to get to know you.
His breath hitches when your finger comes up to trace over his lips gently, âCute.â You donât say anything else and walk away after the intercom announces your flight. You leave him standing there in the middle of the airport, dreamier than ever but sadly itâs cut short by his phone ringing.
âWhere the hell are you?â Yoongi growls.
âCalm down hyung, Iâm boarding in a few minutes.â Jungkook sighs as he rolls his eyes, âI got so much shit to tell you.â He smirks to himself and begins walking.
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Sometime into the next week when Jungkook lands back in Korea he asks for your number through Instagram. Heâs kinda surprised you gave it to him instead of dodging him like before, nonetheless heâs happy and giddy about it. He quite literally looks like a schoolgirl kicking her feet in bed texting her crush, thatâs how he feels like right now.
Youâre a quick texter which he likes and you donât seem to mind him spamming so thatâs even better. Jungkook spends his week giggling over dumb shit (itâs not) you say which has Seokjin making fun of him for it, which speaking of them they still couldnât believe Jungkook pulled you.
âNo way let me see.â Seokjin had demanded, âYouâre lying, she would never, she looks like she has standards.â Jungkook canât tell if heâs jealous or something, maybe heâs a secret stan too who knows.
Jungkook long established he was down bad for you ages ago but this just took the cake, a whole new level of simping. It starts when Jungkook decides to post a training video of him boxing/training, he goes viral and trends for a week because in the background heâs playing one of your songs. Heâs got a shit ton of people calling him a âgirly popâ or âcunty boxerâ but most tell him he knows whatâs up.
He doesnât know but by him doing that it opens a new door to your developing relationship because you start asking him to do things for you. It starts with you telling him to change his profile picture with a pic from your latest comeback (he gets made fun of by your fans but he doesnât care).
Then you make him tweet: âstream y/n for clear skinâ while promoting your music video through him (again heâs a laughing stock). The nail in the coffin is when you prettily request him to wear a shirt from your merch collection after one of his boxing matches.
âOh my god.â Yoongi says with his mouth dropped open in shock as Jungkook steps out of the backroom wearing a baby pink t-shirt with your face all over it, the cameras flash like crazy and reporters yell out a slew of different questions.
Jungkook runs around carefree in his little pink shirt posing for the cameras and grinning like an idiot because he knows youâre probably at home watching this. Yoongi asks him why he does these things and Jungkook just shrugs, he likes the praise you give him for doing everything you ask him to. He knows itâs light-hearted fun and youâd never do anything to humiliate him intentionally, if youâre happy then thatâs all that matters.
jk: did u see me tonight?
y/n <3: yess lol canât believe you actually did itttt
you looked super cute too, you should wear more shirts with my face on them.
jk: mayyybeeee you can come to one of my matches? donât u think i earned it?
y/n <3: when is it?
Jungkook damn nearly yells out in excitement, heâs literally shaking as he types out a fast response like youâre about to change your mind or something. He sends you the time and day for it, promising front row seats so youâll have a good view as he kicks this guyâs ass. You have him cheesing when you say this is going to be your first boxing match too, heâs so excited now.
âCalm down kid youâre gonna give me a headache with all that tapping.â Yoongi grunts as he slaps his hand against Jungkookâs knee, âI donât know why youâre nervous, she already told you sheâs here.â
âBecause hyung! This is a big deal to me, sheâs here at one of my matches and sheâs gonna get a front row view of the fight. Now I have to win this, I have to make it worth her time.â Jungkook grumbles with a pout.
Somewhere off to the side he hears Namjoon snort at him, âSheâs really got you wrapped around her finger donât she?â He says while hauling in a cooler with water bottles.
Jungkook doesnât even refute that statement, he barely bothers to acknowledge him because heâs reading over the texts youâre sending him. âHyung she said yes to coming to the after party!â He grins cheerfully.
âGood now get your head out of your ass and focus on what Iâm about to say. You have less than five minutes before youâre up in that ring and I need your head in the game.â Yoongi says sternly as he plucks Jungkookâs phone out of his hand, âYou remember what I said about pacing yourself?â
Jungkook sits there listening as Yoongi goes into trainer mode, he knows his hyung means no harm and just wants him to win this so Jungkook canât really be mad at him. He must have zoned out because Yoongi brings him back with a sharp smack to his arm, âAre you listening to me?â
âYeah,â Jungkook smiles as he stands up, âletâs do this.â
âGet out there and make me proud.â
The entire atmosphere outside has Jungkookâs adrenaline kicking in already. He hears the crowd chanting his name, the loud booming music, and the chatter from the on-goers. He mentally psyches himself, lightly bouncing on his feet as he closes his eyes and mumbles a small prayer. Once he hears his name echo loudly and the screams he steps out with his gloves in the air.
This is what he lives forâthe crowds, the music, and the atmosphere. He looks around the arena with a grin as they chant his name over and over again, stopping here and there to pose with fans. Jungkookâs not entirely focused on them though, his eyes wander through the front row looking for you and when his gaze finally lands on you he canât help the big smile he sports.
You look so pretty with your MIUMIU glasses over your head. Youâve got on a plain baby white tee under your black leather jacket, some low rise jeans and your loafers. Right now youâre the center of attention in your section with people taking pics of you from every direction and some asking for an autograph. You even brought your little friend (Jeon Soyeon?) along.
As he passes by Jungkook shoots you a wink to which you wave back with a flirty little smile. He doesnât miss the way your eyes skim over his bare chest and the desire begins fueling him with more determination to win. Sure he likes winning because who doesnât? But now he has more reason to win, he has to impress his future girl.
Jungkook gets pulled up on stage with his heart drumming against his ribcage, heâs so ready for this. The ref calls out both of them and soon enough after slipping his mouth guard and gloves on he rises to his feet and stalks forward slowly with a glint in his eye.
âI want a clean fight okay,â the ref says to both as Jungkook nods, âalright, to your corners.â He sends them both away, the announcer saying some shit Jungkook doesnât really concern himself with.
Jungkook makes eye contact with you one last time, the two of you mutually nodding before the sound of a bell has Jungkook immediately shifting his focus. Heâs light on his feet and takes his time watching with diligent eyes as his opponent circles around him, waiting to get the hit on him but Jungkookâs faster.
The guy swings but Jungkook easily dodges, another swing and Jungkook manages to catch him off guard with a sucker punch to the jaw sending the guy reeling backwards. Jungkook feels like he had enough time to warm-up, he doesnât play around anymore and launches himself towards his opponent with determination.
Punch after punch and round after round ends with Jungkook delivering one final blow, easily sealing this poor guyâs fate as the guy just lets go and falls to the ground. The referee jumps in, counting down from ten as Jungkook watches with anticipation and adrenaline, ready to go again if this guy gets up. He sees Yoongi sitting with clenched fists and a hopeful look in his eye, and then he sees you.
Youâre looking at Jungkook with worry, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyes filled with concern. He manages a bloody smile despite the fucking world of pain heâs in right now (heâs not looking forward to the ice bath after this). He swears the world around him blurs until he finally hears the bell and the announcerâs voice echoing through the arena.
âKnockout!â
Jungkook sags in relief as he hears cheers and yells all around. The paparazzi flash him with their cameras as the crowd loses it, Jungkook turns in time to see Yoongi crawling into the ring and bringing him in for a tight hug, âYou fuckinâ did it kid,â he laughs in disbelief as he has Jungkook spit his bloody mouthguard out.
âFuck hyung, water.â Jungkook rasps out as Yoongi yells for Namjoon to come over.
âYou good?â Yoongi asks, âLook at me kid, you okay?â He pats his cheek as Jungkook nods tiredly given that the adrenaline rush was now gone, leaving him bruised and exhausted.
Namjoon comes over with water as Jungkook takes sips, spitting it out into a bucket Yoongi holds out for him to rinse his mouth out. The referee comes over to announce Jungkook as the winner as he stands there barely holding on from pain. He makes eye contact with you again, smiling through the exhaustion despite feeling pretty shitty right now. He slowly makes his way over as you simultaneously rise from your chair to meet him halfway.
âSo, what do you think?â Jungkook smirks as he crouches down and hops out of the ring.
You pout cutely with a frown, âYouâre hurt.â You softly murmur as your delicate hand comes up to cup his face, âIâm happy for you though, you did really amazing.â You smile.
Jungkook feels his heart swell with happiness hearing that, he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder but stops in pain. He forgot about this part as a low groan slips from his lips, âShit he got me pretty good.â
âDonât overexert yourself,â you help him wrap an arm around you, âgotta be careful, you took some pretty hard hits in there.â
Jungkook laughs tiredly as he lays his head on top of yours while you walk together to the back, âShoulda seen the other guy.â He says low, ignoring the pointed glare you shoot at him, âYeah, yeah, Iâm just messing with you.â
You grumble something under your breath but he doesnât catch it, heâs riding off on the high from winning and being so close to you. He likes this and wouldnât mind having you in his life more after this as heâs long made peace with the idea of you being in his future. All he can think about at this moment is you, you, you.
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âSay you can't sleep, baby, I know that's that me, espresso,â
Jungkookâs laughing and talking with his friends, heâs got you wrapped up in his arms pressed against his chest as he nurses a whiskey in his other hand. You play with one of his necklaces and tune out his conversation which he doesnât notice until he turns to you and sees how sad you look, âWhatâs wrong?â
You look up at him and shake your head, âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â He gently prods, shifting his entire attention to you.
âYou didnât look so good earlier..how do you do it? I mean, I get you trained for this but I dunno, kinda scared me seeing you all beat up.â You softly murmur, âItâs just a thought of mine, I donât mean to offend you or anything.â
Jungkook softens at that, he thinks itâs adorable youâre worrying about him like that. Almost feels like.. âLetâs dance?â He asks when a favorite song of his comes on, âCâmon, itâll take your mind off things.â He grins.
You smile at him softly and follow him to the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you by the hips with gentle hands. He hums along to the song playing in the background with his dark eyes trained on yours. You look so beautiful under the dark lights and he canât help but lean in.
âYouâre super pretty yâknow that?â Jungkook softly hums as he presses his forehead against yours.
You softly laugh, âTell me something I donât know.â
âMmm did I mention I really like your lips?â His lip curls in a smirk, âLove how soft and plump they look, âspecially when you wear lip gloss..â He slowly trails off as his lips hover over your own, âCan I kiss you?â
The way your eyes light up, crinkling with joy as you eagerly nod. Jungkook presses his lips to yours in a gentle manner, itâs sweet and slow, just like how he likes it. Your arms tighten around his neck and you tug him further down until he's towering over your figure, blocking you from everyoneâs view.
Feels like everythingâs complete now and Jungkookâs never felt happier than ever.
He slowly pulls off from the kiss as he stares down at you suddenly feeling shy, âCan I, um, maybe drive you home? Just to make sure you get home safe ân stuff. You donât have to if you donât want to, just thought Iâd ask.â
âYeah, Iâd like that.â You gently reply.
A slow smile spreads over his lips and he nods, âLetâs go then.â He guides you out of the party and into his sleek black car thatâs parked out in the front.
The car rideâs quiet and peaceful, he has the windows rolled down as the fresh breeze brushes over the two of you. Jungkook wishes the car ride lasted a little longer but itâs late (two in the morning actually) and he knows youâre tired. He makes a mental note to take you out on a drive next time you guys meet up.
âWeâre here baby.â He murmurs softly, gently waking you from your sleep.
âHm?â You sleepily blink and look around, âDamn, Iâm more tired than I thought.â You smile tiredly while stretching your arms out.
Jungkook chuckles, âDonât worry I got you.â He steps out and rounds the car, opening your door for you and helping you out, âWant me to carry you?â He teases.
You shoot him a sleepy pout and shake your head, âIâm good, maybe next time though.â You breathily chuckle.
âThereâs a next time?â He teases.
You toss him a knowing look, stopping in front of the building door, âGood night, or morning I dunno Iâm tired.â You spin around and lean over to smooch his cheek gently, âIâll see you tomorrow.â You softly murmur.
Jungkookâs completely entranced by you as he nods slowly, âNight.â
âMorning.â You teasingly correct him as you make your way inside.
Jungkook doesnât leave until he sees you hop into the elevator, and even then you still wave at him before disappearing inside. Once youâre gone Jungkook lets out a deep sigh as he leans back on his car, what a night.
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A few weeks pass and itâs nothing but bliss for Jungkook. Seeing that he has no matches lined up or anything he decides to hang out with you nearly everyday whether it be you and him going out for ice cream dates or Jungkook just taking you out for evening drives out of the city.
Heâs on cloud nine right nowâheâs got the girl of his dreams, his payout from the last match was pretty big, and everythingâs going right for him. Sure you havenât sat down to actually clarify what you two are but Jungkook knows you feel the same way about him. Maybe it isnât such a bad thing with the way things are right now, the youâre mine and Iâm yours is left unsaid but itâs there.
Youâve both been hard launching each other on your socials for the past few weeks anyways. By now people knew there was something up with you and him, given that Jungkook wasnât exactly discreet when he posted on his stories with you in them. Jungkook knows youâve been doing the same thing too so by now the media kinda labeled the relationship.
Will he say anything? Probably not. Does he care? Nope. He didnât owe anyone an explanation, he just wanted to be able to date you in peace.
Sometime in the week though you send him a message asking him if he wants to come with you as your plus one to some award show taking place in Hong Kong. He says yes of course duh, why the hell would he say otherwise?
He posts a pic with you in the private plane before calling it quits and ignoring his mentions/comments for the rest of the day. Todayâs your big day and while youâre not performing he wants to put his entire focus into being there for you.
âHow do I look?â He hears you say as heâs getting ready.
Youâre dressed to the nines styled in vintage Chanel and Jungkook had a suit tailored to match your aesthetic for the evening. He knows you both are gonna look so good tonight, no doubt youâll blow anyone away with your unwavering beauty too. âYou look amazing.â He says as he stands behind you.
Your eyes flick up in amusement, âThatâs all?â
Jungkook lays his chin over your shoulder and grins softly, âBreathtaking, beautiful, ethereal, stunningââ You cut him off with an embarrassed laugh as you swat at his hands.
âOkay, okay, I get it.â You turn around and play with the buttons to his shirt, âYou look really good too.â
âThatâs all?â He grins back.
âDonât push it, you make the compliments here.â You smirk and lay a sweet kiss over his lips, to which he happily and eagerly reciprocates.
He might have gotten a little carried away with it because heâs pushing you against the sink counter and kissing you stupid like heâs been doing these days. A soft muffled groan leaves him as he circles his hands over your hips and uses his grip to pull you into him until your lower pelvis is pressing against his own, dangerously close to his friend down there.
âJungkookââ You sigh, âWeâre gonna be late.â You say in-between his eager kisses.
âDonât care, let me kiss you stupid.â Jungkook replies as he closes the distance between you two again, moving his lips passionately against yours.
You let out a sweet little moan as your fingers card through his hair, he doesnât even care if you mess it up either. Looks are superficial and at the end of the day regardless of how people see him theyâll never know him or you and Jungkookâs okay with that.
Suddenly the sound of a knock interrupts the two of you and you pull away with a breathless sigh, âYeah?â You call out.
âThe carâs here and trafficâs looking pretty bad so it might be good if we leave right now. We got thirty minutes to get there since the red carpetâs already started.â Your manager says through the door.
You look at Jungkook with a soft smile as you lean up to smooch his lips, âWeâll meet you down there.â
No one expects you to come out hand in hand with Jungkook and he relishes in their shocked faces/reactions. He likes the thrill and canât help but pull you closer by the waist with his arm tucked tightly around you. They yell and beg for pictures as you walk on by with him, ignoring their weird comments or stupid questions with no meaning.
âYou wanna head inside baby?â He leans down to whisper in your ear after a few rounds of interviews and photos with the paps.
âYeah Iâm getting bored.â You hide your shoulder in his shoulder and follow as he guides you towards the venue with a hand splayed protectively over the small of your back.
He can tell youâre nervous about tonight with the way you sit with your hand tightly wrapped in his. Youâre currently nominated for two major categories with one of them being album of the year. Heâd be shitting himself too if he was going up against other talented singers. Youâre gonna win though, you have to and if you donât heâll fight them to recount the votes.
âEasy baby,â he whispers low, âyou got this okay?â
âI know but what if I lose?â You purse your lips, âI did really well this year so Iâm hoping maybe that I do win.â Jungkook doesnât like how sad and worried you look right now.
âIf you donât win Iâll buy the fucking thing.â Jungkook snorts, âNo one had the highest record sales and streams like you did baby, you basically have this in the bag and everyone knows it.â
You huff out a laugh and look at him in disbelief, âJungkook you can buy me all the things you want but youâre not buying me an award. Donât be ludicrous.â
He shrugs carelessly, âI wonât if they just give it to you.â He says seriously as he leans over to kiss your cheek, âI believe in you no matter what.â You look at him with a precious smile and turn your attention back to the show.
Performance after performance passes until soon theyâre announcing the winner for album of the year. You didnât win the other category but Jungkook knows for sure youâll win the next one. He can feel you nervously bouncing your knee and gripping his hand extra tight while the presenter takes their sweet time opening the envelope.
âAnd the award goes to,â pause, ây/n!â The crowd erupts into loud screams and cheers, hell Jungkook yells out as he looks at you with glee and helps you stand up.
âYou won baby!â Jungkook hugs you tightly as he sways side to side, âSo fuckinâ proud of you.â
You happily laugh and bury your face in his neck, âI was so scared, oh my god.â You accept his hand as he helps you step up on stage so you could get your award. He stands back filled with pride as he watches you stride with confidence towards the main stage, walking past all these other people he could care less about.
After the show Jungkookâs surprised you choose to go back to the hotel instead of the afterparty some other singer invites you guys to. He doesnât protest because heâs been dying to get away from all these people all night (you reprimanded him for suggesting that you guys leave right after you get your win). He walks hand in hand with you, smug as fuck because his girl bagged album of the year, just like he knew you would.
âSmile,â Jungkook holds his phone up, the flash going off as he hears you complain about not being ready, âyou look fine, I donât know what youâre talking about.â He snorts and shows you the picture he took.
You shoot him a pouty frown and take his phone, âDelete it I look bad,â you huff, âyou better take a better one.â
âWhatever you say princess.â Jungkook takes a series of photos for your Instagram and his, you look so pretty in each one he takes, itâs disgusting how much heâs obsessing over them, âDamn you look sexy.â
âI always do, thank you very much.â You huff and sit back in your seat, enjoying the rest of the ride back.
Jungkookâs immediately on you when the two of you get to the hotel. Heâs been wanting to pick up where you two left off earlier before your manager interrupted. If it was up to him you two wouldnât have even gone to the damn show, heâs been dying to get you out of the dress the minute he saw you in it.
âJungkook waitâmmph,â youâre cut off as he slips his lips over yours, his hands coming up to cup your face as he swallows your lips in a passionate-hungry kiss.
âCanât,â Jungkook whispers, âbeen waiting all night baby.â He reaches behind you to push the door open, kicking it open all the way as he tugs you close and walks you backwards into the room.
âMoment I laid eyes on you I was gone, knew I had to have you.â Jungkook whispers as he leans down to bury his face in your shoulder and neck leaving a flurry of hot kisses all over, âWanted to rip this shit off you.â He growls softly.
You whined in protest, body falling backwards when the back of your knees hit the lush bed, âNot my dressââ
âIâll buy anotherâhundreds baby, donât you know who your man is?â Jungkook smirks as he climbs over you, âCan I take it off you baby?â He knows heâs being a bit too eager right now, so naturally he wants to make sure youâre both on the same page.
âYeah.â You softly breathe out, âI want you to take it off,â you trail off looking at him with those siren eyes, âmake me yours.â You say as you let the strap of the dress slip off your shoulder invitingly.
Jungkook swallows hard, hands itching and trembling with excitement as he reaches up to pull the other strap, âYou already are.â He muses.
âAll the way,â you intertwine your hand with his with a precious little smile on your face, âwant everyone to know who my man is.â
Fuck. Jungkook bites down on his lip and nods, âYou want them to see my marks, want everyone to know whoâs fucking you good?â He purrs and leans down to hover over you, lips against lips.
You nod with a cute âmmhmâ, âI want it all, you promised youâd give it to me.â You softly pout, âOr was that a lie?â
âFuck no, take it baby, âs all yours.â Jungkook hurriedly unbuttons his dress shirt, hastily throwing his belt off and peeling his slacks off, âGonna give you exactly what you need till you canât take it.â He says as he reaches for the zipper to the dress.
He all but rips the thing off of you and tosses it to the corner of the room (mind you itâs worth over twenty thousand). Itâs the first time seeing you like this under him and he wants to make it special for you, a night youâll never forget.
âFuck, youâre beautiful baby.â He comments as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses along your chest and tummy,slowly slipping down the bed as he inches towards your panty covered pussy.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been dreaming of this, been thinking about all the ways I could have you,â he whispers and lays a kiss over your damp folds, âI didnât know if I wanted to lay you on my bed or bend you over the carâyou make it so hard to control myself, you have no idea.â
He sees the little tremor that passes over you when he says this. Your eyes are filled with want and need but like the stubborn little thing you are, you donât say anything. Jungkook canât have that either, he wantsâno needsâto hear your sweet little voice beg for him.
âWhatâs the matter baby? You need something?â Jungkook softly croons as he peppers soft kisses against your inner thighs.
You bite on your lip and nod, âNeed you.â
âBut you already have me?â He grins, he can see the frustration bubbling up on your face.
âHere,â you softly breathe and reach down to tug your panties upwards, the material digs into your cunt giving him a perfect outline of it, âwonât you give it to me?â Your voice pulls him in like a siren singing to a sailor, heâs so entranced by it he almost feels like heâs gonna drool right now.
Jungkook wastes no time in yanking the damp materials down your thighs, not bothering to slide them completely off as he lifts your legs up. Theyâre pressed together with your soft pussy lips pressed together for him, tempting him with a glob of shiny slick running down your soft asscheeks.
âFuck,â Jungkook growls as he leans in to smother his face with your cunt, tongue slipping through your drenched dewy folds to lap up the globs of slick.
You kick your feet in the air with a tiny whine, hips wiggling in an attempt to get him on your clit. He laps at you messily, circling the tip of his tongue over your throbbing bud thatâs squished between your folds. The moan you let out sends shivers down his spine and heâs eager to hear more.
âSo fucking good,â he pants, âjusâ like I imagined pretty baby.â He slurs out, pussy drunk already.
He can feel you reaching down to tug your panties all the way off but he canât be bothered with stopping, not when your cuntâs gushing for him. Jungkook licks with vigor, swiping over and over against your tender clit. Your cunt opens up beautifully with a low squelch and your thighs begin trembling under his strong hold.
It gets harder with each passing second to contain himself, his cock feels like itâs literally about to burst. He pulls away from you and lets your shaky legs fall back as he tears your panties off completely.
âGonna fuck you so good baby,â he climbs over you and reaches down to pull his heavy cock out, âcanât wait anymore.â
Your legs easily fall apart for him and make room as he shuffles closer between them. Jungkook sees the way your eyes go dark when they land below between his legs where his cock hangs heavy, swollen at the tip with beady trails of precum oozing from the head. You lick your lips and reach down to grip him in your soft hand, tentatively squeezing and stroking as if you were feeling him up.
âLike it baby? Gonna have my fat cock fill this little pussy up?â Jungkook has a sleazy grin splayed over his lips as he watches you, âHm?â
âYeah, âm not gonna let you cum anywhere but inside,â you deviously smile back like the nasty little minx you are, âtill itâs dripping.â
He groans at the thought of that and kicks his hips forward, âLemme in baby,â he slurs out, âslip it right in for me, there you go.â He purrs when he feels the head slide over your messy pussy, smearing your slick and his precum all over your cunt before youâre guiding him towards your winking sopping hole.
You bite down on your lip when the tip catches against your rim, it pops inside feeling you inch for inch slowlyâcockhead spreading you open until heâs fully seated in your tight cunt. He canât help but bite his lip with the way youâre squeezing him so tightâso snug and warm.
âSo nice ân warm for me,â he hoarsely says as he rubs his hands along your sides, gently squeezing at your hips as he pulls you closer until your pelvis is smacked tight against his own.
You let out the most sinful fucking moan ever when his cock slides deeper. Back arching and toes curlingâhe just loves how beautiful you look spread out under him with your pretty pussy snug against his cock. You release a stuttered moan as you reach for his hands and squeeze tightly.
âHurts a little,â you say through gritted teeth, âwhy the fuck are you so fucking big?â
Jungkook nearly laughs at that because he doesnât think heâs ever heard that many curse words leave your mouth before. âYou want me to pull out?â
âNo donât you dare,â you glare, âtook me a minute to get this thing in and you want me to do it all over again?â
Jungkook looks back down with a low whistle, âLittle pussy looks like itâs struggling to keep me all in baby, you sure you can handle it?â He teases as he reaches down to flick his thumb over your swollen clit.
Your hips jump and you whine out for him, âStop playing around Jungkook,â you turn to hide your face in the soft sheets, âyou know I can.â You mumble softly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
Jungkook bites down on his lip and rolls his hips slowly, âI know, you were made for this dick.â He smirks and lazily flicks his thumb pairing it with his slow but deep thrusts.
Your moans come out soft and breathy, everytime he backstrokes thereâs a light sheen of slick covering his cock from the base near his pelvis. Your cunt makes these adorable little squelching noises as he pushes back in, balls lightly pressing against your taint when he buries himself back in. Occasionally he stops for a few seconds before he resumes his lazy pace.
He never imagined itâd feel this good with you, something about the way your little pussy refuses to let go for even a momentâsqueezing him so tight itâs almost impossible to move. His own noises come out soft and husky, he canât help the moans and soft sighs he lets out from the hot pleasure coiling in his stomach.
âBaby,â he gasps as he leans forward to hover over you with hands on either side of you, âthis good?â He asks as he steadily increases the pace in his thrusts, hips smacking wetly against your ass and balls swinging now.
You nod eagerly, âMore than goodâmm, jusâ like that,â you sound blissed out, gaze half-lidded and dreamy as you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.
âLike that?â He groans, âOr like this?â Suddenly Jungkook snaps his hips up, a loud smack filling the room alongside a warbled cry of his name, âOh you like that, donât you? Baby likes it rough?â He purrs.
The slideâs fucking nasty with a mix of precum and your slick, he feels it slide down your taint where his balls slap repeatedly. The noise is filthy and sends pleasant tremors down his spine, âOh, fuck,â he groans softly, âdoing so good for me.â
Jungkook begins moving earnestly now, slamming his cock in and out of your bruised and battered cunt. Slick spills everywhereâthe sheets, your inner thighs, his pelvisâitâs like music to his fucking ears right now. He canât resist and leans down to smother your lips with his, swallowing every little cry and moan you let out.
Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you hold on tightly, he reaches down to wrap a leg around his waist as he manages to slide in deeper with the tip brushing over your g-spot. You let out a loud cry into his mouth and bury your fingers in his hair, your thigh starts trembling again only this time more intense than before.
âYou gonna cum for me baby?â He pulls away with a moan, âCâmon, be a good girl and make it messy.â He purrs against your lips while watching your expressions closely.
You stare into his eyes with unshed tears as more whimpers and whines escape, âSo close,â you manage to wrap another shaky leg around him, âplease, please, âm so close.â You whine out as your legs cross behind him on his back.
Jungkook doesnât wanna disappoint or hold out any longer as he manages to stick a hand down between you to roll your clit between his fingers, âCum for me, give it to me baby.â He growls softly as he plows into your tender and sore cunt.
The squelching gets louder and your moans turn into weak whimpers as you lie there and take it. His cock stirs at the sight of you nearing your end, he decides to give you a little extra push as he meanly pinches your clit. This causes you to cry out and go stiff under him, body shaking like a leaf as you gush around his cock.
âJungkook,â you gasp repeatedly as your eyes flutter shut, face pinched in pleasure and overstimulation, âso good.â You slur out.
Jungkook lets your tender clit go and focuses on his own pleasure now that heâs got your orgasm out of the way. He grunts quietly and buries his face against your soft tits, mouthing at your sore stiff nipples. You squeeze around him tighter and tighter until the coil in his stomach snaps and he lets out a long moan of your name.
âFuck..â Jungkook whispers breathlessly as he presses your pelvises close together, burying his cock balls deep till every last dropâs inside your battered pussy.
You moan quietly and let your legs fall from his hips, limbs feeling like jelly as you lay there panting softly. Jungkook rests his forehead against your tit and sighs deeply, âAre you okay love?â He asks softly.
âYeah, jusâ really tired.â You whisper hoarsely and close your eyes, âFuck, no offense but I feel really gross right now. Start a bath for me, pretty please?â You softly ask with a lip jutted out in a pout.
Jungkook of course canât say no, âCourse,â he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and lifts himself off of you, âIâll be back.â
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Your companyâs the first to make a statement confirming what everybody already knew, and then Yoongi followed shortly after. If Jungkook had thought it was bad before, people went ape shit now that itâs been officially confirmed by you two.
Before, they put all the heat on Jungkook because it was easier to blame him for it given the publicâs opinion about him. It was easier to blame him because why not? He was some low-life boxer in their eyes. But then the attention shifted and people started targeting their hate towards you which pissed Jungkook off to no end.
Why the fuck was everyone so invested in what you did and didnât do? Why was it that they felt entitled to dictate who you date and donât date? Jungkook really needed these people to get jobs or mind their business because clearly they had no life outside of hating on a stranger for finding their own happiness.
He saw those vicious comments people left all over your posts and he fucking hated that he couldnât do shit to stop them from coming back, pissed him off even more because his girlfriend didnât deserve this. You deserved the world and more, not this shit.
So, Jungkook did the next best thing he could think of. He started taking names and screenshotting profiles before turning them over to a attorney he hired, if he couldnât beat these stupid fuckers himself heâd let them have it with his private team. He made headlines after people started noticing that he was suing the people opening their big ass mouths.
âBaby, itâs okay really.â You softly complain, âYou donât have to waste your time with these weird people, Iâm sure theyâll get over themselves if we ignore them.â
Jungkook shakes his head, âNo, Iâm sorry baby but I canât sit there and watch these fuckers call you degrading names and demand shit like they know youâseriously who the fuck do these people think they are?â He growls under his breath as he paces back and forth, âAnd thatâs not even the gist of it, these idiots are lucky I donât catch them out in public because Iâll beat the fuck out of them.â
Out of the corner of his eye he sees you curl up on the sofa with a sad smile, âI know, but you canât go around beating up millions of people for leaving a hate comment. Itâs normal, this happens all the time I learned to live with it.â Youâre trying to sound sure of yourself but he doesnât buy it.
âBaby look at me.â He comes over and kneels down in front of you, âThis shit is not normal nor is it ever okay, fuck them for making you feel like this. I hate seeing you look so dejected reading all those hateful comments,â he takes your hands in his and kisses them, âjust lemme take care of it. Please?â
You look conflicted like youâre not sure if you should say yes but with a little more coaxing you finally sigh, âFineee, just donât do anything crazy. I donât need my boyfriend in jail, thank you very much.â
Jungkook cracks a smile and buries his face in your lap with a happy sigh, âI promise baby, if I go to jail, who else is gonna cook you fried rice at three in the morning? Who else is gonna give you their black card?â He teases.
âYeah, yeah now come here.â You open your arms for him, âYou know I only need you and thatâs all.â
Jungkook kisses that soft pout off your face as he nods, âI know you do baby, didnât think otherwise.â He grins and lays his head on your chest with closed eyes.
The two of you sit there in silence together with the TV playing low in the background. Jungkook for the most part behaves himself despite being so close to your soft tits that are poorly hidden under your camisole. He can literally dip his head in there and get a sneak peek, maybe even a mouthful of tittiesâ
âJungkook, really?â You sigh, âYouâre such a pervert.â
âYou like it,â Jungkook winks as he mouths at your tit through your little camisole, âcan I?â He knows you canât resist and judging by the way your thighs press together, âPretty pleaseee baby?â He gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster, all a man wants is some titty loving, thatâs all.
You donât even finish saying yes before heâs diving in and tugging your camisole down so that your tits spill out and into his face. His eyes light up and he immediately wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling gently as he laves his tongue over the stiff bud in his mouth. You quietly sigh and sink into the sofa with him following as he rolls his tongue over your nipple and flicks it repeatedly.
âYouâre such a baby you know that?â You murmur, âBut youâre my handsome bun,â the nickname has him perking up, âmy strong, big, handsome bun.â You coo softly while stroking his hair slowly.
Jungkookâs eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the warm feeling, his sucking slows down until heâs barely moving his tongue anymore and simply suckling on your teat. âYou like hearing how strong you are donât you babyâlove knowing you can easily beat someoneâs ass for me?â
He nods pathetically with a low groan, âOf course you do,â you softly coo, âitâs why I picked you, knew youâd be able to take care of me the way I deserve.â You scratch his scalp lightly, moaning softly when he makes another noise, âTreat me so good like the princess I am.â
That he does. Jungkook is in heaven right now, he feels like he can just pass out right here and now with a titty in his mouth. He canât help but shudder as he slips into a dream-like state, âGo ahead baby, just rest yeah? I got you.â You softly say while cradling his head and going lax under him, âTake what you need.â
And he does. He ends up falling asleep, one of the best fucking naps ever with your tit still in his mouth even when he wakes up. He so needs to do this another time, shitâs relaxing and a good stress reliever. Jungkook doesnât think youâll have any complaints either.
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Itâs a busy week for Jungkook because he has a match coming up in a few weeks and Yoongi has him completely locking in at the gym for training. You donât mind it and being the best girlfriend you are you come as support during his sessions. You also confirmed his suspicions that Seokjin was a secret stan because his hyung fanboys out when he meets you.
âHyung stop it.â Jungkook glares, âLeave her alone before I punch you.â
Seokjin scoffs, âNo way, I get to meet my idol and you wanna ruin it for me? Whereâs my respect, you brat.â This guyâneedless to say Jungkookâs shooting daggers at his hyung the entire time heâs there.
The real challenge comes during the press conference/weigh-in Jungkook goes to like he always does. It starts off normal, the guy doesnât trash talk and Jungkookâs not one for it either unless the fighterâs cocky then yeah heâll put them in their place but this guyâs alright which he appreciates. Itâs the fucking reporters that get Jungkook heated sometimes.
âJeon, how do you feel about this upcoming match? Any thoughts on your opponent?â One asks with his recorder held out.
âIâm excited like always, I know potential when I see it so Iâm hoping to have a great match with my opponent. He looks like he can give me a run for my money.â He laughs softly into the mic.
Another reporter asks something but itâs directed at his opponent so Jungkook just nods off listening to the two. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone laughing when he looks at him, and at first he doesnât pay attention and just keeps his focus on the reporters. But then this guy comes to the front and Jungkook just knows heâs about to hear the stupidest shit in his life.
âJeon, so how are you and your girl doing? Heard the news and wanted to congratulate you.â He says with this sleazy grin.
It rubs him the wrong way but Jungkook keeps his temper in check as he forces himself to politely answer, âGood, thank you.â He curtly replies.
He hears Yoongi clear his throat next to him with a fierce glare, âLetâs try and keep this about the match, he's not here to answer questions about his life, this isnât a personal interview.â
Youâd think that after being called out like that heâd stop there and move on but no, this guyâs a piece of work. âI mean I was just askinâ cause I was kinda surprised with the news since you know, she been ran through by the entire industry.â This gets Jungkook to react as he pushes his chair back, causing it to fly backwards as he slowly stalks forward.
âNew guy every monthâsay, you the new boy of the month Jeon?â He smirks.
Jungkook doesnât even think before he lunges at him, he hears Yoongi call his name as Namjoon springs into action to get Jungkook back but itâs too late.
Jungkookâs fist connects with the side of this manâs jaw and sends him flying to the ground as Jungkook lifts his (now) bloody fist up to strike him again with a sick sound. Heâs so far gone right now he doesnât even feel when Namjoon yanks him off the guy.
âJungkook! Calm the fuck down and get off him!â Namjoon yells through the chaos as reporters scramble to get shots and videos of this.
âNo, get off me hyung! Let me fuckinâ go where is this little shit? If youâre such a fuckinâ man come say it to my face one more fucking time, I dare you! Say it!â He yells as he struggles against Namjoonâs strong hold.
It takes three guys to get Jungkook away from the reporter, Yoongi deals with the rest but Jungkookâs so fucking mad he canât even sit right now. Heâs pacing back and forth in the little backroom they got him in as Namjoon watches with concern in his eyes. He hasnât tried to calm him down because even he knows the danger of trying to talk to him while heâs this mad.
The door slams open and Yoongi steps in, âJungkook what the fuck was that?! That guy went to the hospital, do you even realize the mess you caused? Heâs gonna press chargesââ
âI donât give a fuck!â Jungkook interrupts, stunning Yoongi into silence, âHe fucking disrespected my girlfriend thinking that shit was funny. I could really give two fucks if he wants to press charges or not!â Namjoon watches the two in silence, but heâs ready to jump in if Jungkook turns on Yoongi or something.
Yoongi, who usually has something smart to say for everything, for once doesnât have shit to say. He just stands there watching Jungkook kick the chair over and pace around the room furiously. âKid, look, I get you. I would do the same too if I was in your place but this shit isnât worth it. You canât be letting them get to you like this, thatâs what they want.â
âWell he fucking got what he wanted.â Jungkook scoffs with a humorless laugh.
âJust go home, Iâll deal with the press.â Yoongi sighs as he rubs his temples, âPlease, for once just do what I say.â
The news is bad, thereâs a shit ton of articles coming out within the next hour about how Jungkook attacked the reporter and left him a bloody puddle on the ground. Itâs all over the place and thereâs a shit ton of people commenting about it on online forums and comment sections. One side praises him for defending you, and then the other criticizes his inability to keep himself under control but Jungkook doesnât care.
The REAL cherry on top is when you post your response to the newsâyou use that video of Latto saying âthank you to my manâ along with a cute selfie of you cuddled up in bed with Jungkook. Even you made it clear as day you didnât give a fuck about that guy either.
Your fans who had previously had negative reactions to your dating news were coming around too in favor of Jungkook. They said shit like âfree JK he did nothing wrongâ and voiced their support for him. Some were even harassing the reporter who had dared to say those things about you, demanding that he lose credibility as a reporter amongst other things.
Jungkook thinks itâs going to be okay because that guy totally fucking deserved it (and more).
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The weeks fly by and the day of his big match comesâthe biggest one yet because bets are high and on top of that Jungkook has a winning streak to keep up if he wants them to give him the title of âundefeatedâ. Following the conference nothing really happened, the guy turned out to have some shady shit on him so he decided not to press any charges in the end. God bless Yoongi for digging shit up.
With that being dealt with Jungkook could finally put his entire focus on the match. He had heard the entire arena sold out and some of the richest people on earth were attending. This was a huge deal and he had everything to lose. Jungkook was confident in his win but this guy was also the deal too, which only means Jungkook has to keep his guard up.
âYou ready kid? This is about to be the biggest fight of your career.â Yoongi says as he comes to sit in front of Jungkook, âYouâre gonna have to kick it up a notch this match, the guyâs good but he isnât better than you.â
He nods at that because Jungkookâs confident in his fighting abilities, âI know hyung, I have a really good feeling about tonight.â He smiles, âDonât worry about it, I got this under control.â
âGood, thatâs what I like to hear from you.â Yoongi grins back as he pats his back, âNow get out there and make me proud.â
The arena buzzes with life when Jungkook enters the room, heâs hit with flashing lights in every direction as people scream and chant his name. Heâs getting worked up again as the adrenaline slowly kicks in. Jungkook makes his way up to the ring, passing over your section where youâre sitting with Namjoon and Seokjin.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment, blocking out the crowd and music as he tries to focus. He can do this, he can do this. He will win, for you.
The guy packs a good punch and each round gets progressively harder and harder to fight him off. During one of the breaks in-between the rounds, he slumps into his corner as Yoongi immediately springs over to help him with his mouth guard.
âHeâs tiring you out Kook, heâs gonna wait until youâre low on energy to give it his all.â Yoongi warns, âYou need to match his pace instead of wasting your energy so early.â
Jungkook pants tiredly as he shakes his head, âHyung heâs gonna knock me out.â He says deliriously, filled with pain and adrenaline.
âNo he isnât, because youâre not going to let him, you hear me? Youâre going to get back out there and show that punk what youâre made of.â Yoongi sternly replies, âDo it for the pretty girl waiting for your win.â
Jungkookâs eyes snap over to where you sit, you look really scared and on top of that worried. He sees the way your knee bounces and how you pick at your fingernails. This isnât what he wants to see.. This isnât what he wants at all.
âOkay.â Jungkook grunts with renewed energy, âFuck, okay.â
Yoongi pats his back gently and steps away from the ring, âRemember: match his pace.â
Jungkook rises to his feet and gets ready for the next round. He only has a few more before a winner has to be announced or the match is tied. Only one of them will walk out a champion, and itâs going to be him.
He takes Yoongiâs advice and matches this guyâs pace, he observes his every move and studies the combos he throws out. The guyâs a corner tech type so Jungkook avoids the edges and keeps him in the middle. He also notices that he goes for uppercuts and rear hooks.
As Jungkook prepares to strike he loses his footing and the guy takes the chance to hook him across the face. It sends Jungkook to the ground as he falls with a groan of pain. âFuck.â He whispers.
Heâs not sure how much longer he can keep up, can he even get up? His vision is beginning to blur a little and his hearingâs a little hazy too. He barely even makes out the referee counting down to a knockout.
Through the blurriness he sees Yoongi run over to the side of the net, âGet up, kid! Fuck, câmon Jungkook get up!â He desperately says.
Jungkook wants to, but everything hurts so much and heâs so tired right now. He weakly tries to get up, barely managing to hold up on all fours as he pants heavily with blood dripping down onto the mat below. He lifts his head up slowly and suddenly the world stops.
Youâre standing there with tears in your eyes, your mouthâs moving rapidly (most likely pleading with him to get up). Jungkook doesnât like that, he swore heâd never let you feel that way again after you attended his first match and saw how bad it was. Fuck.
âFourâŠthree..â
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.
Jungkook grits his teeth and stumbles forward, barely managing to catch himself on the nets as he looks back at his opponent with renewed strength. The countdown stops and the match continues, he is going to win this if thatâs the last thing he does.
He lunges forward and the guy doesnât expect it coming as Jungkook manages to get him cornered before he lets loose. He rains a slew of punches, too fast for the guy to keep up who doesnât expect him to suddenly be this fast.
Jungkook feels like he blacks out during all this, landing hit after hit until heâs finished with one last uppercut and then everything stops. He feels a pair of hands pull him back as the referee begins the countdown. Jungkook stands there heaving as he watches tiredly.
â..Two..one..â The bell suddenly rings and the crowd cheers.
He did it. Holy shit, he did it!
Both Yoongi and Namjoon rush into the ring together, bringing him into their arms as they jump with joy. âYou fucking did it!â Namjoon smiles happily.
âWhereâsâŠwhereâs y/n?â Jungkook blearily asks as he looks around.
âSheâs right there,â Yoongi points out, âsheâs still here Kook.â
He pulls away from the hug and trudges over to the net, holding it up and holding his arm out for you, âCâmere baby.â He calls out.
You immediately stumble over and climb into the ring with him, sinking right into his arms when he tugs you close. âIâm here,â he whispers, âIâm here.â
âDonât ever scare me like that again! You hear me? I donât ever wanna see you like that.â You whimper and cup his face, âOh Jungkook..â
He smiles softly and leans down to kiss you passionately in front of everyone. You easily melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. When he pulls back he looks around with a stupid grin on his face, âFucking won but everything hurts.â
You frown cutely and ignore the reporters that begin to swarm the two of you. Jungkook keeps you tucked into his side as he answers their questions, âFeels really good I canât lie, even if I feel like shit right now though. But Iâm just glad I won, I've been wanting to dedicate this win to my beautiful girl.â He smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head.
They start throwing more questions at him after that. Theyâre all kind of the same regarding their relationship because theyâre just dying to know all about his relationship to you. They even try to ask you some questions but luckily Yoongi intervenes when it begins to get out of control.
âAlright back up, give Jungkook some space.â Yoongi says as he pushes some reporters away, âYou ready to go Kook?â
âYeah, get me the fuck outta here.â Jungkook groans as he follows after his hyungs with you close by.
Yoongi and the others help Jungkook get into an ice bath as soon as they get into the back room. You work on cleaning the blood off his face and icing his wounds, âDoes it hurt? Well, more than usual?â You softly ask.
âNo babe Iâm fine.â Jungkook replied calmly as he closed his eyes, âThe ice feels really good, Iâm sore all over.â
You hum, âLet me know if Iâm hurting you.â
âI will.â He hums back and sinks into the ice with a relaxed sigh.
The cold sensation on his body is working wonders on his sore muscles. It feels like heâs living the dream right now. He doesnât think he wants to even party after this, sure a big win calls for a celebratory dinner or something but right now cuddling and going to sleep sounds way better.
Yeah, way better.
.
âI thought you were too sore to do anything, what happened to that?â You laugh softly while looking down at him.
Jungkookâs pout deepens, âI can still move my hips, see?â He says and demonstrates with a little thrust up, âPleaseeee! For me baby? I promise Iâll tell you if it hurts or something.â
You look at him in disbelief, âYou literally just got beat up what do you mean please? Look at you! Why the heck is sex even on your mind right now?â
âBecause, you looked so sexy on that billboard on our way back here.â He huffs casually leaving out the part where he raged because everyone can see you and no doubt millions have.
Not that heâs petty but heâs petty, he wanted to tear that shit down and keep it for himself. âThatâs not the point,â he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow, âI can still move and itâs not like my cock got beat up too.â
âYou are so nasty.â You laugh softly and sit back on his lap, âIf I ride you will that make you happy, hm?â
Itâs comical the way his hair bounces when he nods vigorously, âYes.â He says without hesitation, âItâs like a reward.â He grins toothily.
You roll your eyes at him with a sigh, âYouâre so spoiled,â you mumble while reaching down to help him pull his boxers down.
âWait!â Jungkook looks up at you with pouty eyes, âCan you..?â He tugs at the loose shirt youâre wearing.
Immediately you know what he wants and you nod, âMy baby deserves it doesnât he?â You softly say while tossing the garment somewhere else, âDid so good out there,â you purr and lean over him.
His eyes sparkle as he nods, âI did,â he whispers and licks his lips, âmeans I get a reward right?â
âYes you do.â You gently coax him closer as you lean down to press your soft tit to his lips, âTake it, âs all yours.â He latches on without wasting another second.
Your lips part as a soft breathy moan escapes, your soft hand reaches down to fish his hard cock out of his boxers. He shudders when you start stroking him, itâs slow and sensual as you gather bits of precum with your thumb and slowly work your way down around the shaft.
His balls sit heavy and they ache with need to empty themselves in you. Jungkook has to fight the urge to buck his hips as he accidentally grazes his teeth against your bud.
You yelp softly and he pulls away apologetically, âEasy, not so hard.â You softly chastise.
âSorry.â Jungkook murmurs and presses a kiss on your tit before moving to the opposite one.
âJust sit back and relax baby,â you murmur, âI got you.â
You position the head at your weeping pussy, slapping it repeatedly in small taps until the tip catches on your hole. Jungkook holds his breath as you begin to slide down on his sensitive cock until you're bottoming out with your ass meeting his thighs.
âGood?â You softly whisper.
Jungkook nods and goes back to suckling on your nipple in peace. You rock yourself in his lap steadily like youâre scared youâre gonna hurt him but Jungkook encourages you with a little buck. This makes you sink down in his lap with a lewd moan, his cock shifting deeper inside.
âUse me,â Jungkook quietly pipes up, âI can take it.â His breath hot and heavy over your pebbled nipple.
âYou sure? What if I hurt you?â You murmur.
âIâll be fine baby, Iâll let you know if something hurts. Please?â He opens his mouth to take your nipple back in.
You shiver and bite your lip still a bit worried but you end up giving in. You slowly pick up the pace, switching from grinding to bouncing. Thereâs a low smack here and there but itâs nothing too crazy because youâre going as gentle as you can.
Jungkookâs lips tighten around your nipple with every grind and bounce. Your pussy tugs at his cock with the right amount of pressure sending shivers down his spine. He moans softly and moves one hand up to grip your bouncing tit.
âFuck you look good like this,â he breathes out in pleasure.
You groan softly as he squeezes your tit in his strong hand, massaging the soft mound of flesh afterwards. He pulls away to push both tits together and buries his face between them with a happy sigh, âNever wanna leave, I could die a happy man like this sweetheart.â
âYouâre just a perv.â You chuckle with a moan.
âFor you.â Jungkook grins and then lays back, âDonât tell me youâre getting tired already.â He notices that your bouncing has slowed down.
You glare cutely at him and sit up, âI donât like doing the work in case you havenât noticed.â You mumble while grinding back and forth over his cock, âYouâre lucky I love you enough to do this.â
His eyes widen when he hears the words âloveâ and âyouâ in one sentence. It makes his sappy little heart beat with joy and pride hearing those words leave your lips, he canât help but buck his hips upward eagerly.
âJungkook..!â You gasp throwing your head back.
âSay it again baby,â he huffs as he uses his strong grip to haul you up and plop you back down on his lap, âI wanna hear itââ He cuts off with a breathy moan.
âI love you.â The words make him groan louder as he slaps his hips upward.
âFuck I love you too,â he moans, âso, so fuckinâ much, you have no idea.â He whispers and looks up at you through hooded eyes.
You bite your lip hard and throw your head back with a whine, â âm coming.â You whimper.
âOh you like hearing that donât you, knowing damn well that you got me wrapped around your fingers.â Jungkook huffs with exertion as he fucks into you harder.
âY-Yes, love it so much knowing youâre mine,â you mewl softly and grind on him, âfuck, fuck..!â Your pussy clamps down and suddenly youâre coming all over him in slow waves of harsh pleasure.
Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss as he holds you down against his pelvis. A few more rolls has him coming too, cock throbbing and twitching. He lays there panting heavily with hazy eyes while you whine about him being careful.
âDonât put pressure on your side,â you grumble, âI told you we shouldnât have fooled around.â
âIâm fine, see? Nothingâs wrong.â Jungkook laughs and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, âNow tell me you love me again. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips.â He mumbles and traces over your bottom lip.
âI love you.â You fondly sigh.
âAgain.â
âI love you.â
âAgain.â
âYouâre so annoying! Iâm going to shower.â You huff and stomp off with cum leaking down your inner thighs.
Jungkook lays there with a soft grin as he watches you go, âYeah, yeah, I love you too though.â Forever.
And ever.
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i'm BEGGING for a collegefling! jeonghan plzz
thank youuuu đ love your work <33
warnings: smut, teasing, flirting, fingering, penetrative sex, cock riding, semi-public sex, library sex, loud!jeonghan, jealousy, he's such a cutie too.
college fling!jeonghan who's not the type to play around with mixed signals. if he wants something, heâs pretty direct about it. likes gamesâjust not the confusing kind. so, yeah, when you first met him, you kind of got what he was about from day one. freshman year was chaos. the universityâs big events had everyone talkingâwater games, shirtless dudes, bikinis, everyone all bronzed and glowing under the sun. but jeonghanâ heâs not about the whole "show off my body" thing. kept his shirt on, like he didnât need to prove a damn thing. confident as hell, and you hated how much that got to you.
he was the one who came up to you first, of course. said something like, âmy friend thinks youâre pretty.â such a casual opener, like it was no big deal. but then he took it further, all smooth with a teasing smile. âbut i donât really trust his taste, so i had to see for myself.â
you remember just rolling your eyes, thinking, this guyâbut also trying not to let on that his vibe was doing things to your brain. when he went on to say, âso, are we making out now, or later?ââyou laughed in his face, hard. hard as fuck, actually, and told him straight up that wasnât happening, and his response? a smirk. that smirk that would become the smirk, the one you'd start seeing every time he spotted you from across campus, during parties, even in the quiet corner of the library when you thought you were safe.
after that day, it was like this... game, but not really a game. like, youâd be minding your business, trying to get through your classes, and boomâjeonghan would be there, casually sliding in with some flirty comment, always teetering on the line of too much. but never quite crossing it. like one time, you were sitting with your laptop, probably stressed over a deadline, and he just popped up with, âyou look like you could use a distraction.â you shot back, âdonât you have someone else to annoy?â and of course, he answered, ânah, iâm committed to you.â committed. like it wasnât just a stupid flirty thing.
and it kept going. year after year. no kissing, no hooking upâjust this ridiculous back-and-forth, every time he saw you, making your stomach twist up in knots. it was frustrating as hell, âcause even though he flirted like it was second nature, he never actually pushed you to do anything more. he knew the game. he knew exactly how far to take it before pulling back, leaving you wanting more but hating that you even did.
one night, you were at some random house party, loud music, too many people, and of course, there he was. leaning against the kitchen counter, looking all too comfortable in a place that was way too crowded. he saw you first, waved you over with that lazy smile that you wanted to ignore but couldnât. âyou lost or just looking for me?â he asked, knowing damn well you werenât looking for him.
âneither,â you lied, grabbing a drink from the counter just to have something to hold. but he wasnât buying it, stepping a little closer, crowding your space just enough to make your breath catch.
âright,â he said, that teasing lilt in his voice. âso youâre not here just to finally kiss me?â
you laughed again, but this time, it didnât feel as easy. âjeonghan, youâve been trying for years. give it up.â
ânoo sweetheart,â he pouted, voice smooth like honey. âiâm just playing the long game. i like it..â
the long game. because even though you never kissed, never took it past flirting, there was always this tension, simmering just below the surface. youâd catch yourself thinking about him sometimes when you werenât even around himâwondering if he ever thought about you the same way.
but he never made it weird. never tried to make you feel like you owed him anything, which was maybe why you didnât hate him for it. because at the end of the day, it was fun. infuriating, yes. but fun. heâd make a comment, youâd brush it off, but deep down? yeah, there was always a part of you that kinda wanted to see what would happen if you let the game go on a little longer.
and jeonghan... he was patient. too patient, if you were being honest.
there was something stupidly comforting about jeonghan always being around. like, even on your worst daysâthose days when you couldnât even be bothered to try. oversized hoodie, messy hair, not a scrap of makeup. you were barely surviving, and there he was, still managing to make you feel noticed. heâd walk up, casual as hell, and say things like, âyour hair smells nice today,â or heâd reach out, fingers grazing your hand, just to say, ânew nails? they look cute.â
and then there was that one time, oh godâyou remember it clear as day. youâd barely rolled out of bed and showed up to class, hoodie pulled tight around you, and jeonghan slides up beside you at the cantine, glancing down at your hand. âyou know what would look cute wrapped in there?â heâd said, all casual. and for a split second, you didnât catch on. you were about to ask what he meant, then it hit youâcock. he meant cock.
you felt your face heat up, your brain misfiring as you shot him a look, trying to figure out if anyone else had heard. your eyes scanned the tables, praying no one else had clocked his little comment, and when you finally turned back to him, there he wasâsmiling like butter wouldnât melt in his mouth. âwhat?â he asked, all fake innocence, like you hadnât just caught onto his bullshit. âi was talking about the energy drink can.â and he pointed at the one in your hand, the one you had just bought. âit matches your nails.â
you laughed. you couldnât help it. he had this way of making everything lighter, even when you were convinced it was gonna be a trash day. and he smiled too, like your happiness was his mission for the day. it was always like that. jeonghan would flirt, youâd roll your eyes or laugh, and things would feel a little easier. it was comfortable. safe, even.
but then⊠spring party. fuck.
there was something so painfully uncomfortable about seeing him with her. it wasnât even the fact that they were togetherâit was the way he smiled at her. the way his arm was casually around her shoulders, pulling her closer, and then the cheek kiss. you saw it, and it felt like something lodged itself in your chest. like, what the hell.
it hit you like a ton of bricks. you liked the game too much. you liked him too much, but you hadnât taken the shot. you never thought it was serious enough to matter, but seeing him with someone else? it felt like you were watching something that shouldâve been yours. the whole night was a blur after that. no amount of party energy could bring you back up after seeing that.
you left early. didnât even bother sticking around when the lights got lower, the music got louder, and everyone else started to get more and more drunk. you just⊠left. walked back to your dorm, the sound of your flower crown jingling a little with each step, the one your friends had insisted you wear. it felt stupid now. why the hell did you even care?
and then, as if the universe had it out for you, you saw him. just walking out of the dorms. not just any dorms. the dorms. the girlsâ dorms. and you knew. of course it was her. she was in there, probably waving him off after some perfect little goodnight, and here you were, walking around with jealousy you didnât even want to admit you had.
he saw you before you could duck away. smiled at you like nothing was weird, like you hadnât seen him with her just hours before. âmhmmm... whoâs this princess, huh?â he wolf-whistled, because of course, of course, he would. his eyes twinkled when they landed on your flower crown, clearly amused.
you werenât. âfuck off, jeonghan,â you muttered, trying to brush past him. but you knew it. he heard it. he caught the tone immediately because even when he got on your nerves before, you were never this cold.
âwhoa, whoa,â he called after you, stepping in your path with that all-too-familiar smirk, though now it felt different. heavier. âwhereâs this coming from? what happened? donât tell me the princess has had a rough night?â
âiâm not in the mood,â you snapped, making a beeline for your dorm. but he wasnât letting it go. he blocked your way again, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes studying you like he was figuring out some kind of puzzle. you saw his eyes lighting up.
âwait a minute⊠are you jealous?â
the way he said it, like he was genuinely surprised and also deeply entertained by the thought. you didnât even want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, but your eyes flicked up anyway, glaring.
âyouâre ridiculous.â
âiâm ridiculous?â he laughed, stepping a little closer. âso you saw me with her, huh?â he teased, and you could see the moment he clicked it all together. âoh my god. you are jealous.â
âshut up, jeonghan.â
but he didnât. he was full-on laughing now, not even trying to hide how amused he was by the whole thing. âokay, okay. listen, that was my sister, y/n.â
you blinked. âwhat?â
he wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. âmy sister. we had a family thing tonight, and she was visiting the campus for the spring party. sheâs staying over, thatâs why i was in the girls' dorms.â
you felt the embarrassment hit you like a wave. like, of course, youâd worked yourself up into a jealous mess over nothing. but still, the way he was looking at you, the way his laughter softened when he saw your expression changeâit wasnât like he was making fun of you. if anything, he looked⊠kinda pleased.
âyou really thought iâd ditch you for someone else?â he asked, scrunching his nose. âafter all these years?â
you wanted to hit him. and also kiss him. but mostly hit him. âshut up,â you mumbled, shoving past him to finally get to your door.
but as you fumbled with your keys, you heard him laugh again, this time lighter. âyou know, if you want to kiss me that badly, you could just ask.â
"just ask?" you placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow at him like you were calling his bluff. jeonghan just nodded, all nonchalant, like this wasnât the moment of his life.
you took a step closer, the space between you two disappearing until your noses were nearly touching. you could see the way his eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back up, like he was trying to stay cool, but you knew better. underneath all that fake calm, he was freaking out.
you just smiled. you leaned in, just close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips, and whispered, âgood night, jeonghan.â
you pulled back, turning on your heel, leaving him standing there. you didnât need to look back to know the effect you had. you could feel the tension in the air, the way his posture faltered just slightly. when you reached your door, you glanced over your shoulder, catching his eyes one last time before you disappeared inside. he was still watching, a grin playing on his lips. as you leaned against the door inside, hand over your racing heart, you couldnât help but smile too.
a few days later, you were at the library. it was one of those late afternoons where the campus was almost eerily quiet. most people were either at the football field, hanging out on the green, or already done for the day. youâd volunteered for this stupid school board vote thing, which meant you were stuck painting posters on cardboard, your hands covered in smudges of red and blue paint.
the library had this dim, cozy lighting, the blinds half-drawn so the soft glow of sunset was creeping in from the windows. but the table you were sitting at had this one bright, focused yellow lamp, shining right on your work as you dragged the wet paintbrush across the poster.
you were in your own world, humming softly, when you suddenly felt something⊠someone close. too close. a soft breath ghosted over your ear, so light you almost thought you were imagining it.
âboo!â a voice whispered, low and teasing, right by your ear.
you flinched hard, tensing up, your whole body jerking back so fast the paintbrush slipped in your hand. and of course, it was him. jeonghan stood there, barely an inch away, grinning like the asshole he was. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out and touching you.
âwhat the fuck,â you muttered, heart still racing from the scare, eyes glaring up at him. but he was having the time of his life, watching the way your body reacted, still all wound up.
âshhh,â he whispered, stepping even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear this time. âweâre in a library.â the fake seriousness in his voice almost made you laugh, but you were too annoyed to let him win that easily.
âdo you ever chill?â you asked, leaning back in your chair to give yourself a little space, but jeonghan wasnât having it. he leaned down, resting his arms on the back of your chair like he was claiming itâand you.
âwhy would i, when scaring you is so much fun?â he shot back, his grin widening.
your heart was still pounding from the surprise, and now from him being so damn close, but you rolled your eyes, trying to act like you werenât affected. âyouâre annoying.â
âyou love it,â he whispered, the teasing edge in his voice making you want to scream. but instead, you reached for your paintbrush again, ignoring him, or at least trying to. jeonghan, though, wasnât going anywhere. he hovered over you, eyes scanning the half-finished poster on the table.
âwhatâs this?â he asked, gesturing to your work. âyou painting a masterpiece?â
âjust posters,â you mumbled, trying to focus on the brush strokes. but you could feel him there, his eyes practically burning into your skin. you hated how aware you were of him, of his warmth, of the way his breath still lingered on your ear.
âhmm,â he hummed, leaning a little closer again, his cheek almost brushing yours as he pretended to inspect the cardboard. âyou missed a spot.â
âjeonghan,â you warned, glancing up at him through narrowed eyes. but all he did was flash you that familiar, maddening smirk.
âwhat? just trying to help.â he finally pulled back, standing up straight again, but not before letting his fingers brush lightly against your arm, just enough to send a spark through you.
you cursed under your breath, trying to focus on your work, but it was useless. his stupid little whisper and the way he hovered over you had already ruined any chance of concentration.
âyou know,â he said casually, pulling out a chair next to you and sitting down like he had nowhere else to be. âyouâre fun to mess with.â
âcan you shut up for like, two seconds?â you shot at him, your voice carrying more frustration than you meant.
instead of taking the hint, he just wriggled his eyebrows at you, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. he never stops. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to gather your thoughts, but the annoyance, the tensionâit all bubbled up inside you, and before you could overthink it, you opened your eyes and leaned in, kissing him.
just a quick peck, a little âshut the hell upâ moment, nothing more. but the second you pulled back and caught the look on his face, you almost regretted it. almost. jeonghan was stunned. like, full-on wide-eyed, frozen in place, like he couldnât believe what just happened.
your cheeks immediately burned, but you kept your cool, clearing your throat before going back to the poster like nothing happened. âsit down and be quiet now,â you muttered, keeping your eyes on the cardboard.
for once, he actually listened. he sat down next to you, still staring, clearly trying to process what you just did. the silence that followed was awkward as hell, but it didnât last long. because, of course, it didnât.
he lasted about five seconds, max. then you felt his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him. before you could react, his lips were on yours again, but this time, he didnât hold back. it wasnât some quick, shy kiss. no. his lips moved against yours, hungry, and then you felt itâhis tongue pushing past your lips, invading your mouth like he had no patience left.
his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and before you knew it, you were completely lost in him. your body responded faster than your brain could keep up with, your hand instinctively reaching out to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself.
when he pulled back, just slightly, his breath was ragged, his lips hovering over yours as he whispered, âcan i?â the neediness in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight through you.
you nodded, not trusting your voice. and thatâs all he needed. his hand slipped down, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt before pushing it up just enough to get underneath. his fingertips brushed over your panties, teasing you, and you could feel yourself already getting wet.
jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, his breath hot against your skin. âyouâre already soaked, cant wait to suck this pussy,â he whispered
you opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky breath as he slid one finger under the fabric, barely grazing your folds. he was taking his time, dragging his fingers slowly, deliberately, over your wetness.
âso wet for me,â he whispered again, his lips brushing against your ear now. âyou want me to keep going?â
you nodded again, your hand gripping the edge of the table tighter, and you heard him let out a small, pleased hum before he pressed a single finger inside you. the stretch was slow, his finger curling as he pushed in deeper, and the slick sound of your wetness filled the quiet library, pussy swallowing easily the long finger.
it was embarrassingly loud. the soft squelch of his finger moving inside you echoed in the stillness, and your head fell back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it.
âshhh,â jeonghan whispered, mockingly, his other hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat. âquiet, be quiet f'me okay??â
you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible when he was teasing you like this, his finger moving slowly in and out, curling in just the squishy spot. he was taking his time, dragging it out, the wet sounds growing louder with each shove of his finger.
âyou like that?â he asked, his lips brushing against your neck now. âyou like when i finger you slow like this?â
you could barely answer, your voice catching in your throat as he added a second finger, stretching you just a little more. the way your body responded was automaticâyour legs spreading wider on instinct, your hips rocking forward to meet his hand.
jeonghan grinned, his fingers moving a little faster now, pushing deeper, the squishing sounds even louder than before. âfuck, youâre so tight,â he muttered.
your head fell back against his shoulder, your body giving in. you could feel every inch of his fingers moving inside you, every curl, every thrust, the knuckles, it was driving you insane. you reached out blindly, your free hand finding his thigh before sliding up to palm at the bulge in his pants.
he let out a soft groan, his hips shifting slightly as you pressed your hand harder against him. âyouâre really trying to make me lose it, hmm?â he muttered, his voice strained as he continued to finger you, his pace quickening.
your hand fumbled with the zipper of his pants, trying to get him out, but it was hard to focus when he was fucking you with his fingers like this, your wetness dripping down onto his palm.
âshit,â he hissed when your hand finally slipped into his pants, your fingers wrapping around his length. he was hardâso fucking hardâand the way you gripped him made his head fall back, eyes rolling as he thrust his fingers even deeper into you.
âyou like that, baby?â he asked. âyou like when i fuck you with my fingers?â
you moaned softly, nodding as your hips bucked against his hand. your walls clenched around his fingers, and the wet squelching sounds got louder, filling the quiet library.
âfuck, you sound so good,â jeonghan groaned, pulling your panties to the side so he could spread your legs wider, giving himself better access. his fingers moved faster, pushing deeper, and you felt your body start to tremble, the pleasure building so quickly you could barely breathe.
âjeonghan,â you whimpered, your hand tightening around his length as your other hand gripped the table for dear life. your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate.
âthatâs it, mhmm just like that baby,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear again. âcum for your hannie.. so nasty baby, letting me fuck this pussy with my fingers...what if someone see this hm?.â
before you could stop it, your body seized up, your walls clenched tight around his fingers, your back arching as you came, the wet sounds of your release echoing in the quiet library.
jeonghan groaned softly, his hand still moving, fingers still pumping in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.
jeonghan watched as you giggled softly, in overstimulation, your head nestled into the crook of his neck, making him smile too. his arms wrapped around you tight, holding you against him.
a single line of slickness dripping down between your legs, a translucent trail of your release that shimmered against the dim library light and hit the floor with a quiet, inappropriate drip. he stared at it for a second, mesmerized by how fucking wet you were.
before you could even react, jeonghan slid his fingers from between your legs, sticky with your juices, and without hesitation, brought them to his lips. he sucked your wetness off them like it was nothing, like this was casual. but the way he moaned softly, like he was tasting something forbidden, made your cheeks burn.
âjeonghan!â you hissed, scolding him, giving him a little slap on the arm. âwhat the hell?â
he just shrugged, lips curved into that cocky smile. âcouldnât help it,â he muttered, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. âyou taste so fucking good.â
your face flushed even more, but you couldnât hide the way your body still buzzed with need, even after heâd just made you come. your eyes flickered to the doorâstill shut, no one else aroundâand something wild sparked in you.
before you could second-guess it, you stood up from your chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him fast. jeonghanâs eyes widened in shock, hands automatically flying to your hips, but not stopping you. ây/n,â he stammered, voice shaky, his breath catching in his throat, ân-no, we canâtââ
âwhy not?â you whined, rocking your hips forward just enough to brush his cock agasint your folds, and fuck, it felt good. you were still wet, soaked from your orgasm, and the friction was enough to make you both let out quiet, needy moans.
jeonghanâs hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggled to keep his composure. âfuck,â he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip hard, his whole body trembling beneath you. âbecauseâshitâi canât keep quiet.â
âplease,â you begged, your voice dripping with desperation, leaning closer so your lips ghosted over his. âjeonghan, iâm so horny⊠been wanting you for years too.â
those words did something to him. years. and it hit him all at onceâthe weight of everything, of all those years of teasing, flirting, the back and forth that never went anywhere, the way heâd always kept it just at the edge, never crossing the line. and now, here you were, straddling him, begging for him like it was all too much to hold back anymore. he could feel it tooâthe years of tension, of watching you from a distance, making you smile just to hear that laugh, all leading up to this.
âfuck,â he whispered, voice strained as he watched you grind against him, his hands flexing on your hips. his eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built between you, your slick folds dragging against him. his body was wound so tight he felt like he could snap any second.
âjeonghan,â you whispered again, your breath hot against his lips, and then you reached down between you, a gasp escaping him when your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him.
âwe canât,â he whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice, not anymore. his hips bucked up into your hand, betraying how badly he wanted this. âwe canât do this here.â
âthen be quiet,â you murmured, lips brushing over his as you guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. your wetness coated him, slick and hot, and jeonghan groaned, his head falling back against the chair as you slid him along your folds. he was so hard, so sensitive.
âfuck, y/n,â he gasped, his body trembling under your touch. his hands shot to your thighs, gripping them hard as you teased him, your slickness coating his cock, making everything feel too good, too intense.
âplease,â you whispered again, pressing down just enough for his tip to catch at your entrance, and jeonghanâs whole body shuddered. âi need you.â
he bit down on his lip, his hands shaking as he tried to stop himself from completely losing control. âyouâre gonna kill me,â he muttered, his voice rough with lust. âi wonât be able to stay quiet.â
but you didnât care. you wanted him too badly, needed him too badly after all this time, all these years of unspoken tension finally coming to a head. you were practically shaking with need, your hips moving on their own as you slid his cock along your folds, teasing yourself with the tip.
jeonghan let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as you rubbed against him, the wet sounds of your slickness filling the quiet space. âshit, baby,â he whispered, his hands trembling as they moved to grip your ass, pulling you even closer. âso fuckin good around me, fuckâ i dont know if i will last.â
âthen fuck me,â you whispered back, your voice desperate now, grinding down against him, your slick folds swallowing his cock inch by inch. you felt him twitch, felt how much he was holding back, and it only made you want him more.
he groaned, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours. âcanât keep quiet, canât canâtââ he whispered again, his breath ragged, but the way his hips bucked up into you told you all you needed to know.
you let out a soft whimper as you finally sank down onto him, his cock stretching you so slowly, so perfectly. the feeling of him inside you after all this time was almost too much, and you moaned softly, your body trembling as he filled you up, inch by inch.
you started rocking your hips slowly, back and forth, barely pulling off him before sliding back down, letting him feel every inch of you. the way his cock filled you so perfectly made you clench around him, and you could hear jeonghanâs breath catch, a low groan slipping from his lips that he tried desperately to swallow.
his hands shot to your waist, gripping you tight as you moved. your rhythm was teasing, dragging your slick folds over him as his length stretched you with each motion. you knew what you were doing to himâthe way his hips bucked up every time you slid down, his thighs tensing under your legs. he was struggling to hold it together, and you were reveling in every second of it.
you leaned forward, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, âyouâre so fucking hard for me hannieâ
jeonghan let out a deep groan, his head falling back against the chair as he tried to keep quiet, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. ânghâfuckââ he hissed, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to control himself, but the way you were moving, so slow and deliberate, was killing him.
you smirked against his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin before whispering again, your voice low. âyou love how wet i am for you, hm? bet youâve been thinking about this all of those years, huh?â
that did it. jeonghanâs whole body trembled, and he let out a strangled moan, âahhâshitââ his fingers dug into your hips, trying to pull you down harder, but you kept the pace slow, teasing, letting him feel every second of it.
âfuck, y/n,â he groaned, his voice breaking as he threw his head back, his lips parted and eyes fluttering shut. âyouânghâfeel so fucking good.â
his reaction only fueled you more. you started grinding your hips a little faster, rolling them in circles. you leaned closer again, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered filth, your voice dripping with lust. âyouâre such a good boy for me, letting me ride you like this..â
jeonghan let out another deep groan, âo-ohâfuckââ his hands slid under your skirt, gripping your ass as he helped guide your movements, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. his eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, and you could feel him trembling beneath you, trying so hard to keep quiet, but every whisper from you had him moaning like he couldnât control it.
âyouâre such a dirty boy,â you whispered, âcan feel how bad you want to cum inside me.â
âfuckââ he groaned again, louder this time, and you quickly leaned forward, pressing your lips to his to muffle the sound. the kiss was desperate, messy, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth as he kissed you back hard, his hands pulling you down on him as you rocked your hips faster. you could feel him shaking, his control slipping with every thrust.
you pulled back, breathless, your lips hovering over his as you whispered again. âyou gonna come for me, jeonghan? gonna fill me up like the good boy you are?â
his eyes rolled back, his hands gripping your ass even tighter as he thrust up into you, his cock twitching inside you. your fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady yourself, your nails digging into the wood as you rocked against him, feeling his cock throb inside you. his hands slid back up your hips, pulling you down gently as his cock twitched one last time inside you, the warmth of his release spreading through you.
you reached down between you, sliding your fingers through your own slickness and bringing them to his lips. âtaste it,â you whispered, watching as his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust.
he groaned softly, but didnât hesitate, his tongue slipping out to lick your fingers clean, tasting both of you mixed together. the sight of it made you shiver, and you couldnât help the soft moan that escaped your lips as you watched him suck on your fingers, his eyes locked on yours.
you could feel the heat between your legs still burning, still aching for more, and without thinking, you started to move again, grinding your hips against his slowly. jeonghanâs eyes widened, his hands gripping your waist as he realized what you were doing.
ây/nââ he whispered, his voice shaky, âwhat theâweâfuck, we canâtââ
âshh,â you whispered, your lips brushing over his as you rocked your hips again, feeling his cock start to harden inside you. âjust one more time.â
jeonghan let out a low groan, his hands sliding down to your ass again as he gave in, his body already reacting to the feeling of you moving on him again. âfuck,â he whispered, his voice rough with need. âyouâre gonna kill me.â
you just smiled, pressing your lips to his as you whispered against his mouth, âthen die happy.â
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SAVIOR - LN4
summary : When y/nâs absent neighbor shows up, causing her great annoyance with smoke and repetitive beeping, she marches over to tell the man off but is met with a handsome face and strong hands that are in distress.
listen up : no warnings!! landoâs hands>>
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The sound wonât fucking stop.
I hadn't been worried before, just sitting back with my ice cream and gossip girl, until I smelt the smoke.
I groan, yeah sure there may be a fire but nothing is more important than the thanksgiving episode! I pull in a baggy off the shoulder shirt to cover my bra and walk out into the hall.
I slam my knuckle against the door. Who the fuck bakes at this time of night? I knock again and within seconds I hear feet pattering against the floor before the door clicks open.
I donât mean to look surprised.
But when a hot man opens the door when I was expecting an old rich guy with a mistress, I raise a brow, âIâm so sorry!â He says quickly. There are oven mitts on his hands and I almost laugh because he looks like a cartoon character in distress.
âAre you okay?â
He is not, indeed, okay. As his body turns, I realize his kitchen is filling with smoke and something is still beeping. âI am so sorry!â He repeats again as I walk in.
I open the windows first, idiot. Then while coughing, I fiddle with the oven to make it shut up. I hear him audibly sigh behind me.
âYouâre saving me here.â his smooth accent cuts through the burning smell.
I stand, âFrom a fire, yeah. Donât really want my apartment building to burn down.â I shrug and take the mits right off his hands, placing them on my own and opening the smoke filled compartment.
I swat the air and hurriedly take out the pan. When I place it down on the counter, I laugh.
âIâm not a good baker, I know!â He crosses his arms.
âCupcakes?â I smile, the smoke slowly leaving through the windows, âYou donât seem like the type. Especially at half past one.â
He shrugs and I finally take him in, with dark curls and stunning eyes, heâs got a familiar face. He's in pajamas of sorts, with bright orange slippers.
âCouldnât pick a dinner option honestlyâŠâ He glances at the burnt baked goods, âI really appreciate it⊠Iâd offer you something but- I donât want to poison you.â
I smile and he looks proud that he made me do anything thatâs not coughing, âNot a problem.â
A second passes before he speaks up, âI havenât seen you around.â He says as I take the mits from my hands.
âProbably because youâre never aroundâŠ?â Itâs true. I love living on this floor because my neighbor is barely ever in. It is a bit strange now that I think about it.
He laughs, âRight. My work, and allâŠâ okay mafia boss energy. Though his kind face and wall decor tells me differently.
I nod awkwardly, âWell⊠if you donât need any more saving, I'm gonna go.â
âOf course! Thanks again. And if you ever need anything I'm here- I mean⊠I do owe you now.â I hand him the mits and as he grabs it my eyes stray to his hands.
Christ heâs fit. How have I never seen him before?
I look away from the veins and smile politely, âSee you aroundâŠâ I donât know his name.
âLando.â He smiles and the way his eyes meet mine makes my knees go soft.
âY/n.â He shakes my hand, quite sternly might I add.
âWell Y/n⊠pleasure having you in my apartment and saving us from an evacuation.â He opens the door for me.
âStay safe, Lando.â he winks.
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hey so can I possibly have a scenario where Azul reveals his octopus form to his s/o and s/o is surprised, but doesnât mind it. When he keeps being unsure and hides under water, s/o just dives into the water right next to him and kisses him under water? They canât breathe under water unlike Azul being human.
this is so sweet!! I hope you don't mind, I did a fic instead of headcanons cause it felt right to me
*à©â©â§âË "I'd owe you"
summary: in the context of a first kiss type of post: short fic characters: azul additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, established relationship
It's not that Azul is nervous.
Of course not. He's long gotten over the "crush" phase of your relationship. No more butterflies or blushes when he sees you, and for the better.
You're... a part of his life now.
He's not a fool, though.
He knows that each phase of the relationship comes with a different test to pass. And he has passed; the butterflies, the blushing and stammering, the confession, the first date, all with flying colors and his usual bravado.
Now, a month in, he knows the next is imminent.
He is NOT nervous!
He wants to... to be prepared, that's all. But he can't put it off forever.
"Is this strange for you?" he asks, neck-deep in the water.
You, beautiful, effervescent in the moonlight, are sitting on the dock, kicking your legs back and forth. It's high tide, and dark. "No,"
Somehow, in his mind, he thought this would be fine.
"Are you certain? We could go back to school, if you'd like," he says, hopeful you'll change your mind.
"I'm sure," Damn it.
"You haven't let me see you yet, anyway."
Damn it, damn it. Was being in the water in his natural form not enough?
Azul curses himself again. He did agree to this, foolish as it was.
Hesitantly, he lifts one, just one tentacle out of the water. He's trying very hard to keep calm, but he feels like he's being crushed.
You don't react. At all. No teasing, sure, but no reassurance, no smiling, not even that look of awe you so often have. He suddenly feels much colder than the water, and, without thinking, goes to hide.
Again.
The last thing he sees are your eyes, widened in surprise, and then he's underwater.
Azul knows he'll have to come out eventually. He can't just leave you alone on the dock. And he has an exam first thing in the morning, anyway.
But for now, he'd like to wallow. And so he will.
Of course, he should have known better than to think he'd get away with that. In seconds, the surface tension of the water breaks, his calm interrupted by you, you, of course you, suddenly with him.
Azul wants to say something, he wants to hide, but before he can even move, your hands are on his cold cheeks. And then, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, you're kissing him.
The world stops.
For the first time in a long time, he doesn't know what to do.
So, he lets you lead. It's... sort of nice. In a way. Then it sort of feels like you're holding your breath, which is a little- oh, right.
He comes back to his senses, grabs your shoulders, and swims you to the surface.
"Look at you," he sighs. "You're shivering. We need to get you back to school before you catch something."
You say nothing. You're smiling.
Azul sighs again. It's like you hadn't heard a word he said. "Too late for that, then. What are you staring at?"
"You're beautiful,"
His hearts stop. He doesn't respond; if he tries, he knows he'll just make a fool of himself.
Of course. After he was so confident he'd left this awkward phase behind, you manage to give him butterflies all over again.
Finally, he clears his throat. "...Thank you,"
"...But don't think that'll excuse you from drying off and getting warm. I won't have you sick on my behalf. I'd owe you."
Your smile warms with something he recognizes, but can't think of now.
"I think you already do,"
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Katsukiâs POV:
I fucking hate myself. I was never supposed to become this type of sick idiot.
But here I am, across the room staring at her because sheâs laughing, and itâs one of those full body laughs. Sheâs not trying to cover her face or stifle it at all. Sometimes she gets self conscious about her laugh being too weird or too loud but she couldnât give two fucks about that right now and I physically cant tear my eyes away from her.
Iâm aware that Eijirou is talking to me, but Iâm not hearing anything heâs saying. Itâs not until Denkiâs face pops up in my line of vision that I finally snap out of what ever fucking trance the temptress had put on me.
âBaku-bro you should really close your mouth before something flies in it.â Denki says with a goofy grin on his face.
âYea well, you should close your mouth before I shove my fist in it dumbass.â
âHey, leave him alone. Heâs in love.â And Eiji bumps his shoulder up against me. âItâs super manly.â
âDo you idiots ever shut up and mind your business?â I shout because I hate being called out about her. I swear Iâm trying my best to not follow her around like a lost puppy but all that does is have me tracking her around with me eyes like a goddamn stalker.
âDude, no one is saying itâs a bad thing. Sheâs super hot. Sometimes you canât help but stare at her.â Denki says with a smirk on his face. Heâs goading me. â but you know whatâs better than staring⊠touching. I might just run over and give her a big old hu- woah dude. Iâm kidding calm down.â
My hands grabbing the front of his shirt and I can feel the sparks about to start flying from my hand. Then I feel a soft hand on my forearm and the effect she has on me is immediate.
I cut my eyes over and catch her smiling at me and just like that the sparks stop because Iâll be damned if I ever do anything that might end up hurting her.
âKats⊠what have we said about hurting our friendsâŠ.. they may be stupid but that doesnât give us a right to kick their asses right???â Sheâs speaking slowly like sheâs trying to talk down a jumper.
âYea Kats. Donât beat up your friends.â Denkiâs smug voice caused my hand with his shirt to clench a little tighter.
âDenki dude. Youâve gotta cut it out before he murders you.â Eiji says that like heâs trying to help but the asshole is also snickering.
Then the hand on my forearm slides up my arm, across my chest and ends up wrapping around my neck and thatâs it. Sheâs got me.
âCome on bub. Iâm hungry, letâs go get food. Leave the evil men to cause chaos amongst themselves.â Then sheâs pulling me away and all I can do is follow.
I turn my head quick tho and shout, âwatch your back dunts face. I still owe you an ass whoopin!â
âYea yea lover boy.â And his friends chuckle behind him.
And thatâs what i am now isnât it? Itâs what sheâs turned me into. A man so deep in fucking love that all she had to do was say the word and Iâd fall to my fucking knees for her.
This shit is so embarrassingđ
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Billy and Stu with dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+. Backstory: You always manage to catch Billy and Stu's eyes on you, whether it be in the college classroom, or when you're purchase horror stuff, they always seem to follow you. Even in your house you still feel their gazes
The dimly lit college classroom was buzzing with chatter, but not loud enough for the professor to call on anyone. Minding your own business as you were taking notes and sketching little side characters on your notebook out of boredom. Eyes were lingering on you, It wasn't the typical glance or side glance.
The lingering eyes were strong and made you feel a cool sensation run down your spine. With a simple turn of the head, you spotted the two. Billy and Stu, how could not know them? Not only did they garner attention all over the college campus. You would always, always catch them staring, although they may be fast to react and look away.
It can't be a coincidence they just always stare at you, not to mention being in the areas you were, your favorite locations, dining areas.
But the really not-so-funny part is, every time you do end up making a friend at this college, they end up disappearing. It had gotten so bad that even your fellow students grew weary of you, believing you were the infamous 'scream' killer.
However after a night in jail and the kills were happening when you were locked up, you were cleared of suspicion but of course not from the college students.
Once the class ended. You made your way out slinging your bag over the shoulder and sighing.
Almost meticulously, with severe calculation Billy had bumped straight into you. He gave a pretty smile as Billy watched you pick up his books. "Thanks, hah," Billy said his eye gleaming with an intense undertone of desire and pure want.
"It's my fault, I should watch where I was going...lost in thought." Your husky voice mutters, stacking Billy's books neatly in your hand before returning them, noticing the subtle hand movement of Billy where his hand brushed against yours.
Turning your gaze to Billy's friend Stu. Stu was silent, his eyes roaming you. The typically loud and humorous friend was silent strange enough, he licked his lips and gave a big smile. "Wow! I love that shirt!" Billy's face fell at Stu's words, elbowing him in the stomach, not enough to cause him severe pain but make him go 'ow'
"What was that for?!" Stu muttered with a pout. "You idiot, his shirt is just plain gray! what do you mean you like it?" Billy scolded, hinting that he knew Stu was checking [Name] out, and now you probably knew that Stu was eyeballing you.
"Ohhh." Stu muttered, as they continued to whisper and bicker among themselves.
Your chuckle made them pause. "sorry, sorry, you guys are just--funny that's all." You spoke softly, you thought they were cute. Bidding them goodbye, you walk out of the classroom.
Billy stared at stu.
"Whattt? Not my fault he's so sexy!" Stu grumbled out.
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Later that day. You were at the DVD shop, looking through the thriller/horror second, making sure to get your hands on some classics.
With a loud and abrupt clank, your gaze faltered on the row across from you.
"Oops, did I ruin your guy's peeping session?" Randy had asked Billy and Stu. Stu gritted his teeth, Billy gave a urked glare. But the two of them knowing, your gaze was on them resisted doing something they were dying to do. They would just have to get back at him later.
"Wow! [Name], Thriller & horror movies? Nice dude!" Stu cheered pretending as if he didn't already know that about you...
Stu had started to chitter-chatter with you, while Billy was shooing and waving Randy off. Soon after Randy complied (after rolling his eyes and snarky comments) leaving the three of you alone.
"Ehm,--Well Billy and I, we love those types of genres!" Stu happily said as Billy's attention was now drawn to you, his feverish gaze landing on your lips every time you spoke. Taking a pause you spoke, "Really? why don't you two, come over sometime, we can watch them together?" You ask, as the two slashers freeze, slowly turning to look at each other and then back at you.
"What's the matter?...you don't want to---" Before you could finish what you wanted to say, Billy cut you off. "No-! No, we would love to."
Nodding you smiled, "Sure next time in class, we should set up a time and date." After bidding farewell, and purchasing the movies you got, you left, leaving Billy and Stu to celebrate together.
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Pausing the movie, you itched the back of your neck, a feeling of a sense of dread washed over you. You had it again. Like someone, was watching, analyzing, observing you.
"Fuck." a whisper, under your breath, as you got up to check your popcorn. Walking to the kitchen, you take out the bowl of popcorn, setting it down as the phone rings.
"Hello?" "What's your favorite scary movie, [Name]?"
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Little Warrior
Kristie Mewis x Sam Kerr x Child!R Warning: Seizures, Vomiting (once)
Just a reminder that everyone experiences things differently and there are many different types of Seizures and Seizure first aid is different from person to person (I have based these off something I know and have experience with - because of people in my life)
It was the day after your Mumâs game against Denmark, and two days since your Mama had played Sweden. Only your Mum was continuing in the tournament, your Mama having been knocked out. However you donât really mind, as it means you get to spend more time with your Mama in the coming days, but currently you are with your Mum as your Mama was at a lunch with her team. As your Mum is still in the tournament you also get to spend more time with Harper too, you usually only see Harper sometimes, as you are very well integrated into the Chelsea team (Emma canât stand Millie, Erin and Guroâs whining when you arenât there so she insists on you being there for training, and media days, and matches, and recovery and everything else). However, today you didnât want to play with Harper, you were more quiet and reserved than usual, so your Mum made sure she kept a close eye on you, she had a feeling as to why you were more quiet and she would hate it if she wasnât there for you when it happened.Â
You were sitting between Caitlinâs legs, as you rested back against the couch when it happened, and your Mum immediately noticed out of the corner of her eye.
âCait donât move, sheâs having a seizure,â your Mum says very calmly, almost too calm for Caitlin, but she reminds herself that youâve had these for quite some time now, and although you havenât had one in a while you used to have them often. Macca and Alanna made quick work of getting everyone to leave the room to give you and your Mum some privacy and Steph has gone to get some things your Mum might need when you wake up.
Your body has sagged against Caitlinâs leg and your eyes rolled back, your eyelids continue to flutter as your spit runs down the front of you and Caitlinâs leg slowly, however that is the least of her worries currently.
âYouâre okay baby girl, youâre doing great,â Sam tells you as she sees you start to come too.
âMummy,â you whine before you start crying, and reaching aimlessly for her, she quickly plucks you from Caitlinâs legs and balances you on her knee as she takes your shirt, which is soaked down the front, and used the back of it to quickly wipe majority of the wetness off your face and neck before allowing you to collapse into her chest, rubbing your back as you fist the material of her shirt tightly. She stands up and starts bouncing you and she walks, hoping to calm you down, eventually the motion soothes you and you fall asleep, your seizure leaving you exhausted.
Steph comes in with some towels and your water bottle filled with cold water, along with your stuffy and blanky. She passes a towel to Caitlin who wiped her leg dry.
âDo you want us to call Kristie?â Caitlin asks.
âSheâs having lunch with the team before they all go Mum,â your Mum says.
âSam, Iâm sure she would leave anything for either of you, no matter how important the event and I think she would want to know,â Steph told her, causing her to sigh and nod slightly.
âIâm here, is she okay?â Your Mama asked as she walked into the room, you had started to wake up slightly and made grabby hands for her as you heard her voice and so your Mum placed you into her arms.
âOw-Outâ you mumbled into her chest as she rocked you side to side.
âYou want to go for a walk?â Kristie asked you and you clumsily nodded your head.
âDo you guys want to come for a walk outside with us? Itâs all good if not,â Sam asked Steph and Caitlin who nodded their heads. Kristie continued to hold you against her chest as they started to walk outside, you seemed to be waking up more, laughing slightly at some of the jokes the adults made, and you seemed less floppy.
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âMamaâ you slowly slur, before your body goes limp in Kristieâs arms, causing all four women to stop walking and Kristie to lean up against the building, it wasnât unusual for you to have multiple seizures in a row, and so they just had to ride it out.
An alarm on Samâs watch went off, and she realised it was time for the team meeting, âYou guys go. Thank you, can you just tell Tony what's going on?â
âAbsolutely, let us know if you need anything,â Steph said before they both headed back inside.
âCome on baby girl, weâve got you, we just need you to come back to us,â your Mama said as they waited for you to come too.
âWhen is our next appointment?â Sam asked
â4 months still-â she was cut off by you stirring, âoh hey baby girl, youâre okay, Mummy and Mama are here and we were just outside,â Kristie says as you whine.
âDo you want a towel?â âItâs all good, Iâll need a new shirt anyway,â Kristie told her as she used the bottom of her shirt to wipe your face, whilst she continued to comfort you, rocking you side to side.
âShould we go get some dinner baby girl? Mama come with us?â Sam asked as you laid on her chest now, your Mumâs felt more comfort in you sleeping on them when you had seizures as you couldnât suffocate yourself, it was also recommended not to move you if your face was uncovered when you had a seizure so holding you meant that they could provide you more comfort and it also meant you wouldnât hit your head. It helped that you were always tired and clingy after your seizures so you liked sleeping on them.
âYou sure Iâm allowed, I mean I-â âAfter the day we had I donât think Tony would mind and I donât want to rub salt in the wound or anything but its not like-â âItâs not like I can cheat or anything anymore, yeah okay,â They got up out of the bed, having travelled there after you last seizure and started to get ready to go down for dinner.
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âDo you want some dinner bubba?â Your Mum asked you as you entered the room, and you shook your head, âThatâs okay, why doesnât Mama take you to got sit at a table with her and Iâll get us some food,â you were transferred between your Mumâs arms and Kristie went to sit down at the table with Steph, and EVE, it was the start of dinner so not everyone was in there yet.
Kristie was eating with one hand as her other held you, who was still lying on her chest, when your body suddenly felt light a dead weight, Sam quickly put one of the towels they have just encase on Kristieâs shoulder before carefully guiding your head, which had flopped back, onto Kristieâs shoulder, you having been looking at Steph just moments ago.
âOh baby girl, youâre not having a good day are you,â Kristie cooed at you.
âMama, we sit with y/n tonight?â Sam heard Harper ask Mini as they walked into the dinning room, Mini looked up at Sam who shook her head.
âNot tonight Harps, y/n/n isnât feeling very well, but maybe tomorrow night.â Sam could hear Harper start whining and she felt bad for Mini as she shouldnât have to be dealing with a meltdown by Harper but it was what was best, especially for Harper who wouldnât understand what was going on.
âHey bubba,â Sam said as you started whining, âhere Iâll take you, you eat,â she said as she took you into her arms, your whining turning into full on cries, she took you out into the common room and started walking around as she bounced you trying to get you to calm down. You lifted your head and looked at her, âHey bubba, youâre okay, Iâm here and I can go get Mama,â she said just before you gaged. âOkay, okay, itâs okay bubba,â she said as you vomited on her, just as Kristie walked out.
âShit, should we take her to the medics?â Kristie asked and Sam nodded before they walked to the medics, where you were stripped and Sam took her top off, before you cuddled back into her, and Sam suddenly felt the heat radiating off you.
âSheâs got a fever, only slightly, itâs most likely the stomach flu, just keep her hydrated and rested but if her condition worsens or you're concerned with her seizures call us and weâll be right up. But she should be all good.â The medic said as she handed your Mama some sick bags and bowls, before they walked out of the room and back up to yours and your Mumâs.
âWell at least we know why she had the seizures and it's not her medication not working anymore,â Sam sighed as they stood in the elevator, illness was one of your seizure triggers and you would commonly have seizures before you got sick, you just hadnât been sick in some time.
âWeâre still going to be up all night though,â Kristie said, âbut you sleep, you need it more than me, Iâll stay up, and you're more likely to get sick yourself because youâve been with her so you need the rest.â
Your Mums sent a message to the group chat before they gave you a bath and got you ready for bed. They spent the rest of the night staying up, for a different reason to what they wouldâve originally thought.
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Espresso (Atsumu x Reader)
âNow heâs thinking âbout me every night oh isnât that sweet? I guess so.â
Atsumu had a problem. He groans and rolls over in his bed, glancing at the clock by his head. 3:02 it reads, causing Atsumu to groan again. His mind hadnât stopped racing all day. The mind once so filled with volleyball now had another thing taking up space; you, Atsumuâs classmate. He throws an arm over his face, moving around in his bed again and earning a shout from his twin.
âStop movinâ asshole, Iâm tryinâ ta sleepâ Osamu grumbles and kicks at the mattress above his head. Heâs had to listen to Atsumuâs whining for hours now. Finally fed up, he begrudgingly asks Atsumu why he's been like this. âIâm tired of listenin' yer bitchinâ, the fucks wrong?â
Atsumu groans once more, sitting up in his bed. âYa know y/n from my class?â
âYeah, what about em?â
âI canât stop thinking about em.â Atsumu mumbles out, earning a laugh below from Osamu.Â
âThe oh so great Atsumu, humbled by some guy from his class.â Osamu snickers. "Thought you didn't care 'bout what people thought?" Atsumu huffs at the teasing remarks and throws a pillow underneath himself at his twin who manages to dodge it. âFuck off, why donây you text em or somethinââ Osamu tosses the pillow back up, hitting Atsumu.
Atsumu stops for a moment before reaching towards the window sill for his phone. He turns it on and searches through his messages until he finds who he was looking for. He takes a deep breath in before clicking on your contact typing out a message. He passes the phone to Osamu on the bottom bunk before he sends it. âThis good enough?â His voice has an out of character uncertainty to it.Â
Osamu grumbles and grabs the phone, reading the unsent message out loud. âHey you up?â He rolls his eyes. âAre ya fuckin' serious Tsumu? Ya sound like some playboyâ Osamu continues his scolding as he types out a new message, passing the phone back up to Atsumu. âThere. That sounds a little better and like you wrote it.â Atsumu flips his brother off before he reads the new message. His eyes lit up and he immediately pressed âsendâ. âThanks Samu! I owe ya!â Atsumuâs unease seems to have dissipated.
âI know yer not gonna repay me.â Osamu rolls over in his bed, pulling his blankets up. âNow be quiet, some people donât wanna be tired an' hear âbout it from the captain.â With that Osamu pushes his pillow to cover his ears, getting a head start on blocking Atsumu out for the rest of the night.
Atsumu stays put, watching his phone desperately. He feels almost stupid, heâs never once cared about what another person thought about him, so what does he care now? As soon as these thoughts enter Atsumuâs mind he sees the three dots appear at the bottom of his screen. You were texting back. He watches excitedly as the message pops up, almost stealing his breath away.
Atsumu: Hey I can't sleep. If youâre awake do you wanna ft? You: Sure :)Â
Atsumu feels a wide grin take over his face as he hearts your message. He feels giddy on the inside. Maybe caring about what this one person thought wasnât so bad.
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sapphire-hearted (part one)
Aemond Targaryen x f!reader
The start to an angst-ridden little story, wherein the reader, Aemond's dearest friend (and clandestine love) learns of his apparent new paramour, Alys.
themes/warnings: angst, jealousy, fwb type situation, Aemond is kind of a clueless twat
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edit(!): this oneshot seems to have taken a life of its own, like most of my fics, quite unexpectedly! I've changed the title from (sapphire) blue heart to sapphire-hearted, and part two will be out in a few hours! is out now!
"Why do you not look at me?" He gently pries your face towards him with his free hand, as you both lie naked on his sheets, his arm wrapped around you. "Have I done something wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing, Aem." You shake your head, letting his hand fall.
He takes one deep breath. He knows you like the back of his hand; he knows something isn't right.
"You're not fooling me, gevie." Beautiful, he calls you, as you sit up and bring your knees to your chest. You feel the cold air on your back, and then, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin.
Gevie. You wonder if he calls Alys the same. After their rumoured trysts. After she is seen leaving his bedchambers. Has she lain among these very sheets herself, where you are now?
You and Aemond were not together, no. You were not betrothed. Your House was too lowly to allow you to wed a Targaryen prince. But he had said he was yours. Just yours.
How has that changed so quickly?
"Speak to me," he pleads. He sits up behind you, kissing the back of your neck. "You know I have my methods of making you do so. Shall I employ them?" You can hear the amusement in his voice, the assuredness.
You thought you loved it more than anything, but now it feels like some cruel jest.
You turn to face him directly. "Is she better than me?"
He leans back, fully aware of who you mean. "Hmm," he purses his lips. "Jealousy does not become you, it seems."
"I'm glad you think me amusing." You bite back, looking away.
"This is amusing. How can you be jealous of her?"
You aren't sure what to make of that question. Is he mocking you, and the justification of your envy? Who are you to him anyway? Just a friend, no?
"Aemond. I thought... that we..."
"You know what we are. How we are. Isn't it enough?"
"Not if I have to share you with some witch!" you rise from his bed, and wrap your cloak around yourself. "I've turned down the finest suitors, simply because you wished me to. Simply because you were jealous. Don't you think you owe me the same courtesy?"
His voice is colder when he responds, "What do you think I am doing with Alys, hmm? Do you think I enjoy having her grace my bedchambers, and have her clawing at me?" He stands too, towering over your stature. "I have never wanted to bed anyone other than you. What I am doing with her... what I have to do with her... It is for the good of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Spare me, Aemond." You swat his hands away, when he reaches for your arms. "Don't..." He tries again, much quicker this time, and he holds your forearms tightly against his bare chest.
"She has magic." There is a wild look in his eye when he says this, and it makes you uneasy. "She sees things, Alys. She can predict what the enemy's next move is, where they'll be. What I am doing with her, lying with her, is but a small price to pay."
"What if you don't lie with her? You don't have to..."
"She asks me to."
"You don't have to. You're the prince! She answers to you, not the other way around."
"I refused, of course, in the beginning." He holds your face gently in his hands now, trying to make you understand. "That did no good. She gave me nothing. I could have her tortured. But this will only serve to distance her even more from our cause."
"So, to get what you want... to hear her incredible visions and benefit from her magical spells, you have to fuck her? Very astute of you, Aemond."
"Careful, my love." He tilts his head, trying to work through your anger.
You use your palms on his chest to push him away. He only stumbles a little, the faint sound of his low growl reaching your ears.
"You know what I'll do?" you threaten, your cloak falling back to the floor as you wave your arms dramatically. "The next dashing Lord that asks for my hand, I'll take. It could be Lord Manderly's son or... Lord Beesbury's eldest boy has made an offer, too. I'll wed him, whoever he is, why not? Even if I don't love him, it will only be a small price to pay," you sneer, mirroring his words from before. "It is what's expected of me, after all. It is for the good of my House."
Aemond's jaw clenches in his rage. "Then I shall have him captured and quartered to pieces in the dungeons before he can even get the chance to - "
"No," you shake your head at his nonsense. "No, you would not. You would not do something like that to me. How would that be fair? You and I, we'll never marry. As it stands, you'd sooner wed your witch than I."
"I would marry you in a heartbeat." He moves closer now, desperation creeping in his voice. His lips meet yours in a haste. Wet and demanding. When you turn your head, he only continues kissing the side of your face. Then he stops, pressing his forehead to your temple. "You know this, my love. You have to know this. Alys is nothing compared to you. Without her, I might lose the war. But without you... I lose myself."
You nearly cave in at that, as you always do when it comes to Aemond. But now, you remind yourself to stand your ground.
"Then prove it to me," you whisper, and a stray tear falls down your cheek. "Do as I ask. Stop being with her."
Seconds pass. Aemond's mind races at the possible outcomes. His heart aches at the sight of your sadness, but he feels compelled to think of other things too.
The war. Defeating the Blacks. Easily gaining the upper hand through dark magic.
At the end of it all - and if he does what he does, it should all end very soon - he will still have you. He's sure of it.
You will always come back to him. You will understand.
"I cannot," he says, his words striking through your heart.
You feel numb all over, but you force yourself to step away from him, and hurriedly put your dress back on.
"My love, please..." He watches helplessly as you tie the strings of your skirts, preparing to leave.
"My prince," you cursty, when you've managed to put yourself together. "I am not certain when, but you're invited to honour us with your presence at my coming marriage ceremony."
"I'd sooner command Vhagar to burn Westeros to ashes."
"You mean, you'd sooner bask in the pleasures that only your witch can offer?" you laugh mirthlessly. "Of course."
You start walking away, determinedly. Ice has flooded your veins and your heart, turning you cold and blue. But you press on. The pain will have to wait for later.
"You'll come back to me," he calls after you.
"Oh, I wouldn't hold my breath, if I were you."
You slam the door behind you.
Angst!!! We all need this sometimes. I swear it riles me up so good, I almost wonder if something's messed up with my romantic ideals ....
.... who are we kidding? Of course there is. Because I would marry our one-eyed Vhagar-riding war terrorist in a heartbeat.
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Hi hellooo <3 I love your blog and since I have a thing for this bug-eyed boi, I wanted to ask you to please write a headcanon or a small one-shot (whatever you are comfortable) about teenage!illumi SOMEHOWWWWW having a secret friendship and he meets reader in the forest etc :)
Assassins Don't Have Friends
Characters: Teenager!Illumi Zoldyck Type: Fluff, oneshot, Teenager!Gn!reader
this turned out kinda long >.< idk how to feel about it tbh
Warnings: mention of human trafficking kind of?
Illumi Zoldyck was a perfect assassin and a perfect son. He never showed fear, vulnerability, was excellent at his job and followed all the rules to a t. Or so everyone thought.
It wasn't long ago that Illumi had went on the job that would unknowingly change his life, maybe about three months give or take. He was assigned to take out a member of the mafia known for trading illegal goods. Apparently he had owed the man who hired Illumi money and had no means of paying it. He was to dispose of the target swiftly and silently.
After the job had been done the young Zoldyck somehow failed to notice the figure in the corner, who had been watching him with surprised and tired eyes. Upon realizing he was not alone, the boy was quick to pin the figure down, ready to take their life at any given moment. Now that he was up close to this person, he realized it was another kid around his age, wearing tattered and dirty clothes. The part that intrigued him most is that they didn't seem afraid of him.
The mysterious person only smiled at him, eyes softening with admiration as they spoke.
"Thank you for saving me."
The young assassin stared blankly in confusion. Saving them? All he did was his job and you just happened to be there, he didn't really try benefiting you on purpose. Illumi lowered the needle he had pointed at the persons neck, eyes narrowing before he responded.
"What are you talking about?"
"That man you killed. I was just auctioned off to him and needless to say he was a horrible man, so thank you. I'm Y/n by the way."
Illumi got off of Y/n, turning around to leave before speaking up once more.
"I didn't kill him for you, I was doing my job. I should kill you too for being a witness, but I'll let you go this once."
The Zoldyck boy began to embark on his journey back home before he heard footsteps running to catch up to him.
"I never caught your name? Who are you anyway?"
He continued to walk, not once turning to face Y/n.
"Quit following me."
"But I have nowhere to go-"
"I don't care where you go, just get away from me."
It was silent for a few moments as the teens continued to walk. Y/n ignored Illumi's demands as they neared a path that stretched through a vast forest. At the end of the trail there was a large mountain. Illumi knows he shouldn't have led this stranger so close to his home, but something inside him wouldn't let him push them away.
"You still haven't told me your name. Are you like a secret spy or something? Geez we've been walking for so long- don't tell me we have to walk all the way up that mountain!"
The young assassin stopped when they got to the base of the mountain, causing Y/n to run into his back with a small 'oof'.
In front of them was a large stone wall with metal doors in the center.
"This is as far as I can allow you to get. I shouldn't have let you follow me for so long but frankly you don't pose any threat."
"Aww, I think you just let me follow you so far because you like me! Noowwww can I finally know the name of my new friend?"
Y/n smiled at the stoic male in front of them, blinking and awaiting a response.
"Assassins don't have friends, now leave."
Illumi approached the seven large doors of his home and began to push them open before pausing.
"It's Illumi."
He entered through those doors while Y/n stood confused for a few moments before realizing.
That was his name.
While the doors were closing he heard a voice yell from the opposite side.
"Okay Mr assassin! I'll come back here here every day to see you!"
{Pov switch? kinda?}
And that's exactly what you did. Every day for about a week you showed up at the foot of the mountain, sometimes convincing Zebro to call the butlers quarters.
After Illumi found out about this, he finally went down to meet them. This time you looked much cleaner, holding a small basket with a cloth over it.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I told you I would visit every day, didn't I? Oh, and this is for you. I managed to make a little money by fighting so consider this as a "thank you'. Y'know, for killing that guy?"
You held out the basket, gesturing for the boy in front of you to take it. He lifted the cloth to reveal some baked goods underneath. Illumi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You can't keep trying to call the house. I told you assassins don't have friends."
"Welllll can't you make an acception for little ole me?" you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. "It could be our little secret!"
Without a word, Illumi grabbed one of your wrists and began walking into the forest surrounding his home. He stopped as the both of you came to a clearing, sitting down against the trunk of a tree.
"You're annoyingly stubborn."
You only smiled before sitting down next to him, reaching into your basket and pulling out two custard buns.
"Well it seems to work," you started, offering him one of the buns. "We're friends now, after all."
Illymi accepted the sweet treat with a sigh and ended up sitting there with you for hours. At some point you had both agreed to meet there once a week.
After these visits Illumi began developing a soft spot for you. He anticipated the days you would show up and the time you got to spend together.
Maybe he wasn't a perfect son.
He had secretly been seeing you without his family knowing and you were beginning to break down those walls of his.
Maybe he wasn't the perfect assassin.
Because after all, assassins don't have friends.
#hxh 2011#hxh x reader#hunter x hunter#hxh#hxh illumi#illumi zoldyck#illumi x reader#illumi hxh#illumi x you#illumi x y/n#illumi zoldyck x reader#illumi
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Match my freak
Who knew arrogant playful and king of unserious antics was a cam boy? But can you match his freak?
Warning: Gojo is the warning. fingering, oral, back shots.
inspired by this, also this and especially this from twitter
part 2 here
âMy glorious blue eyed kingâ you sweet talk into the phone a shrill tone in your voice. Adrenaline had still been pumping through your veins from the loud music of the clubâ it was supposed to be girls night with your friends. Until someone decided to climb on the speakers, fall and send blood across the floor.
âFlattery gets you everywhere with meâ your bestfriend and â
of your friend group rasp into the phone and he sounds slightly out of breath. âSo you must want somethingâ he deadpans and you release a dranatic gasp.
âHow dare you?â You scoff the banter between you two stirred up so easily. The flash of police lights in the distance lets you know the club wont be opening back up tonight and why take the train an hour back home when he owns a penthouse in the city about 15 minutes away.
âMaybe i just wanted to check on youâ you huff adjusting your lip gloss the wind blowing strands of your jet black middle part 30â bundles into it.Â
âMhmm. '' and he doesn't even try to make it sound believable and you shift on your feet the strap of your heels hurting but you refuse to take them off and raw dog the ground barefooted.
âYou knowâ because I'm a good friend.â you add twirling the front layers of your hair around your finger.
âSure princessâ hes rolling his eyes playfully and you hear him shuffling through the phone.
âAnd i just couldnt imagine you being so lonely in that huge penthouse by yourselfâ you finally giggle into the phone hearing him chuckle.
âUber black?â He ask the phone now on speaker and you can hear him typing into the phone.
âThis is why youre my glorious blue eyed kingâ you tease before hanging up knowing your friends were about to start gushing again for the millionth time about how you two should just start dating since you flirted so much. But they just didn't understand your relationship it was similar to how you and Suguru were as well.
The car ride is smooth and he sends nothing but the best, when you arrive the driver opens the door, bids you a good night and only pulls off once he's sure you've made it indoors. Not wasting much time in the lobby you use the keyfob to let yourself up letting Satoru know you were close so he could have the door open.
âYou look like a prostituteâ he teases the minute he opens the door for you, taking in your outfitâ a black mini skirt that exposed almost half of your butt cheeks and the crop top pushed your titties out so much they faced your chin and the heels⊠it was a suprise you didnt hurt yourself.
that playful demeanor that never dwindles when hes around you but you still punch him hard in his shoulder.Â
âOw! Id pay for you thoughâ and this time he knows the hit is coming so he dodges creating enough distance between you two.
âPlease, youre the one who answered the door shirtless bird chest outâ you joke back letting your purse strap fall off your shoulder heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
âJust cause you gawk at my 8 pack and muscles doesnt make it a bird chestâ he flexes running a hand through his snow white hair sending you a wink.
Before you could answer his phone rings and the black koi fish display picture lets you know it's suguru the 2nd of your friend trio.
âYeah i gotta take this, you know where my clothes areâ he tells you, nodding you setting your purse on the table and plugging your phone up to his charger. You werenât a stranger to having sleepovers, stealing his clothes and his whole bed. He actually enjoyed your platonic yet teasing relationship.
heading into his room everything is neatly in place except for his bed sheets and there's a light blue glow coming from his computer screen.
Ready to ignore it until you see your nick name for him on the screen âblue eyed kingâ and your eyes are instantly locked in on the saved livestream of him holding his dick in his hand. Being the nosy nancy you are you begin scrolling down seeing clips of him with a cock ring on, a vibrator on his tip and even one on some throne. Each video had a large amount of money next to it and some of the video's viewers count almost close to reaching the millions.
Each of them you notice heâs wearing his blind fold maybe to hide his identity, maybe its a kink people have you arenât able to dwell more on it because his voice breaks your thoughts.
ââtop shelf and you cant reach theââ he stops in his tracks the arrogant smirk on his face falling once he notices what your eyes are on. He freezes completely once he realizes his fuck up hes honestly not even sure how much youve seen and hes ready to begin apologizing but his lips wont move.
You on the other hand have never seen thee Gojo Satoru freeze let alone have a deer in the headlights expression and you want to milk it but you can imagine the thoughts swirling in his head and the way his ears are burning red youd just have to committ it to memory and get him another day.
âIs this why youre so rich?â You ask glancing back at the screen and this time your eye catches the âaudio onlyâ tab and questions begin floating in your mind faster than you have time to form a sentence. But he knows you and knows whats coming he doesnt want to talk about it and hear you call him weird or disgusting so he rushes forward trying to play it off.
âWell arent you a peeping tomâ his smirk returns as he goes to one of his closets grabbing an old jujutsu high tshirt for you trying to divert your attention but you dont take the bait.
âA peeping tom is someone who watches i was just a nosy nancyâ you speak matter of factly before realizing what you said when his smirk broadens as he stands infront of you holding out the shirt and ready to close the screen. He doesnt expect for your hand to reach out and stop him.
âAll of the dates are from friday nights, you go live then?â You ask and he tries to shake your hand off when did you get so strong?
âWhen you and suguru are typically to busy to interruptâ he finally gritts out still trying to keep a cool demeanor. Since this is the last thing he wants to talk about, hes ready to use his other hand but you grab that too the shirt falling on the floor between the two of you.
âIs me being here interrupting?â You ask curiously and his eyes meet your wide eyed curious expression and he hates when you give him that look or got serious with him. He loved the playful banter seriousness was for suguru not you.
âOf course not my first priority is making sure youre okay and safeâ he tells you scratching the back of his head, you wish you could record this moment and save it cause gojo acting awkward when you were sure his only personality trait was an arrogant flirtatious know it all.
âSo prove it, go live then while i'm hereâ you taunt and you couldn't blame the alcohol you only had 3 shots and you were sure they've worn off by now this was pure curiosity and a slight bit of arousal. But to Gojo it was a challenge he saw right through you.
âFineâ he shruggs looking at the time making sure it wasnt to late though hes sure hes built his fanbase up enough to the point of them waiting all weekend for him.
âAnd i want to watchâ you tell him taking a seat on the desk looking around his room for a brief moment but his quietness grabs your attention so when your eyes settle back on him and he has his usual arrogant smirk you know hes about to say something stupid.
âSweetheart if you wanted to see if my cock was really that big in person that was all you had to sayâ he teases crossing his arms not expecting you to match his stance.
âI do so chop chop glow stick boy and dont be shy. And stop calling it that its a dickâ you tease at the cultural difference in the word.
Satoru positions you out of the frame, dims the over head lights adjust his blindfold and starts the live stream an alert going off to his subscribers that hes online.
A particular ding sound catches your attention and you look over seeing people are sending him money with notes.
$5 take it off.
$8 lose the sweats
$9 jerk off through the sweats.
$3 tease us.
$20 to grab it through the sweats.
$15 to show off your happy trail
$40 to say hi princess
$10 to say hi princess
And he chuckles licking his lips. No way he just made $100 and hasnât even said a word, pretty privilege is real.
âHi princessâ and your mouth waters slightly it was the exact same tone he used with you and although he had a blind fold on you knew he was looking directly at you.
Its not long before his pants are around his ankles and his boners peaking through the cotton gray boxers, a wet stain from the precum as grips himself through his boxer's voice getting heavier with lust.
Its when he hooks his thumb in and lowers it exposing his sculpted vline even further, then his happy trail that leads to his neatly trimmed white bush and finally his long length with a slight curve and pink oozing tip.
For the first time that night your legs rub together and it doesnât go unnoticed by satoru. He instead decides to make a show taking longer pumps off his length putting emphasis on his curve and smearing the precum letting out little exaggerated groans.
There's a constant stream of dings before he chuckles heavily and this time you cross your legs a weird stir youâve never felt before heats up your core listening to how deep his voice is.
âYeah i am more vocal tonight withâ mnnnffff- my groans. I have an audienceâ he tells his viewers and a few more dings come through.
$10 thats so hot
$50 fuckkkkk imagine being in the room with him.
$51 id pay to be in that room.
$30 why am i hard (im a girl)
âSheâs actually the reason Iâm streaming tonight so say thank you to herâ he admits and the dings start shooting faster
$5 thank you
$37 there is a goddess
$60 thank youuuu
$90 thank you to the blue eyesâ princess
âLook at how much you madeâ he tells you a silent promise he'd give those tips to you before chuckling at the princess comment. âShes such a good girlâ
And that comment has you rubbing your legs together once more. When did it get so hot in here?
âYou ok, princess?â He ask licking his bottom lip slowing down his pace his eyes focused on the thickness of your brown thighs squeezing together. You nod but thats not enough for him. âCome on use your words for meâ he stays in character forcing you to speak.
âYes Toru, i-im okayâ your voice is soft and sultry and he definitely has never heard it that low it does something to him and he has to change his focus before this whole thing is over to fast.
 A few more dings ping through at the sound of your voice
$19 she sounds hot
$23 fuck there is another person there
$45 ugh i just know hell talk you thru it
$30 the stutter was so perfect
$50 her voice is so sext
$2 sexy*
$35 she sounds so innocent
âInnocent? Sheâs anything but! she actually has a cute little but plug in right nowâ he scoffs before letting spit drop from his lips onto his dick and your fingers grip the seat he takes notice smirking at you now. Your jaw drops and you honestly arenât sure if its from his action or words.
âFeeling tense over there? You are the one who wanted to watchâ he smirks before biting his bottom lip only to stiffle a mosn.
âIt looks cute with my skirt!â You snap back wanting to defend yourself but that just sends the dings back in action with pleas to show them the plug.
âNoâ he immediately tells them not thinking it Would go that far and honestly wanting to respect your boundaries, this wasnât something the two of you talked about and he wasnât going to put you on the spot.
But you stand stepping into the view of the camera bending over slightly to show a glimpse of the plug. It's silent between the two of you. The only sound is the dings and comments. The light reflects of the body shimmer on your brown skin perfectly.
He doesnât realize heâs frozen after you sit down for a moment in complete shock you quite literally showed your ass. A thick bead of precum rest at his tip and he had to take a deep breath to not cum right there.
âShe's such a cock tease isn't sheâ and that spurs you on. You're quick to stand again though before you can get fully in frame Satoru stands black scarf in hand as he ties it around the lower half of your mouth protecting your identity.
The minute he finishes youre bent over, slight arch showing the ring and Gojo decides fuck the comments at this point and the new viewers and subscribers. Sitting on the bed next to you he arches you forward even more now giving a slight view of the wet spot on your cherry red panties.
But your pussy lips are so fat they suck in the fabric giving more of a view though it blocks the ring. Slowly reaching out to grab the string of your thong he notices you donât even flinch at his fingers brushing your core. He hooks a second finger in sliding down to your lips, knuckles brushing against your clit making you whine slightly.
The sound pulls him from his heaven and his face is instantly lined up with yours.
âIm sorry sweetheart, you donât have to do thisâ he quickly apologizes and it dies on his tongue with the eye roll you send him.
âWhat? I just want to know if i can have the money they send⊠itâs only fair since its my assâ you ponder making your butt jiggle with a shake of your thighs the dings of money increasing as you prove your point.
Pulling up your mask enough to reveal your lips Gojo leaves a sloppy kiss tongue tangling with yours over you lean back into it.
âHollow. Thatâs your safe word. Say it and Iâll stop, okay?â He chases your lips once more sucking on your bottom lip before adjusting your mask and going back to your thong.
Spreading you open, Satoru feels his dick twitch watching the wet sticknyess pull apart on your folds followed by the soft sound it makes.
$38 shes so wet
$57 you can hear the wetness
$50 you can see how wet she is
His fingers trace further down your lips spreading your puffy folds, admiring so much he almost forgets what is happening. He sucks a long digit in his mouth before slowly pressing it into your hole with slight resistance because youâre so tight.
Your soft gasp makes him pull out even slower rubbing the juices on your clit in circles before pressing the digit back in. Having Satorus finger in you wasnt at all how you thought your night would go but as he starts pumping with a particular curl you let out soft moans.
âYour pussy is so pretty and wet princessâ he rasp adding a second finger smacking your ass with the other hand. The sharp sting is followed by a soft rub and you can feel yourself getting wetter the more he pumps his fingers.Â
He uses his other hand to circle your clit, leaving open mouth kisses on your hip playfully nipping a cheek.
âMmphhhâŠfuck toruâ you moan softly pushing back slightly on his fingers when he applies a tad bit more pressure to your clit. But theres a slight hesitation to his actions you can tell a part of him is nervous to break the boundary but his fingers are already inside of you.
âToruuuu pleaseâ you whine clenching on his fingers and hes not sure what does it but he begins pumping his fingers faster with more force. Your moans come out louder at a particular curl of his finger making his breathing heavy.
âTell me how good it feels princessâ he demands but there's a slight whine to his voice as if he needs it, needs to hear how good he's doing. Of course he has a praise kink.Â
âSooo good, feels so goodâ you whine equally as needy he pulls his fingers out popping them into his mouth letting out a groan of his own. He twist his fingers in your core once more before licking all over them savoring your taste.
âI want you to ride my tongueâ He husk out, applying a lot more pressure on your clit making you lurch forward the wetness running down your legs now. You nod and he's on his knees in no time head between your legs and tongue licking over your underwear.Â
Your leg buckles and hes quick to use the moment as an oppurtunity to place a hand on either cheek massaging and spreading as he devours your clit through your underwear. It was so needy he was at your complete mercy like this and you loved it you could feel the wetness gushing out of you.Â
He finally rips your underwear off and latches on to your clit licking, sucking and flicking his tongue while pushing another finger in your core.
âFuck toruâ you whine the pleasure shooting through your whole body a hand sinking into his hair with a light grip which only spurs him on.Â
âTaste so goodâ He moans watching you from his spot beneath you before leaving two sharp smacks on your left cheek groaning at your wetness.
Adding two more fingers before he begins to move faster the squelching sounds increase and when his long slender fingers hit a spongy spot inside of you, your legs buckle.
âYou gonna cum for me?âhe asks and you know this little pervert knows there's a teasing tone in his voice that never leaves no matter how horny he is. You love it!
âT-toru imânghhâ your body clenches as the first orgasm of the night builds up your hands tightening up in his hair âfuuuuuckâ you moan, the juices dripping down his face but he keeps going letting you ride through your orgasm.
His fingers slow down enough for you to catch your breath and when you turn to face the monitor you catch sight of him pumping his dick in his hand. He hasnt stopped licking though instead now hes licking up every drop of your juices messily and its smearing on his face down to his chin and chest.
The sight has your mouth watering again and this time you grind against his tongue at a slow pace and his hands slow down to match your grind. His tongue trails down to your hole thrusting in and out and when you grind faster his fist pumps faster his groans becoming louder and frequent borderlining whimpers. Its when his tongue slips even further back dancing across the plug that you yank him by his hair.
âToru!â Your voice cracks and his chuckles vibrate against your core in typical Gojo fashion to laugh at everything.
âMmmm sorry princess, got carried awayâ his muffled voice speaks, devious tone in his voice still. His hands reach up to pull your skirt and underwear down but he ends up tearing them both off in the process along with your shirt as he stands up.
âSorry princessâ he repeats though this time before you can process his mouth latches onto a brown nipple swirling a tongue around it as he pinches the other pulling a moan from you switching nipples and repeating the process.
Slowly sitting on the bed he turns you pulling you back up against his chest and props your legs up so the camera has a perfect view of what hes about to do.
$30 ive already came 3 times
$10 hes usually a dom but subbing 4 her
$17 are they both switches
$60 theyre giving us more!
$65 her pussy is so pretty
$8 this is my last $8
$13 is she a switch too?
He chuckles wrapping a hand around your neck fingers trailing back down to your clit as he uses his middle finger hes watching the camera and it seems like hes watching the camera but hes really watching you. The way your brows furrow, your eyes alternate between fluttering and squeezing shut has him in a trance, you were so responsive and hes waited so long for this hes not sure if he should take it slow or completely slut you out.
Pushing a finger in your core angled at that spongey spot a loud squelch has your hips bucking into his palm with a long drawn out moan that goes straight to his dick. Using his hand on your neck he forces your head to stay directed at the screen and watch yourself as he picks up speed pumping harder.
âYou look so pretty spread out and open for me like thisâ he praises, kissing the side of your head before his lips trace down to your ear nibbling and groaning in it, sending another shock of pleasure to your core, making you clench.
He's reveling in having you this close feeling the heat of your gorgeous brown skin contrasting against his pale skin, the way your hands are gripping onto him the way your eyes float from watching him through the screen to looking down between your legs.
âOooh you got wetter when i moaned in your ear, you like that? Or is the praiseâ he ask grinning when your hips lift to buck into his hand again. You wrap a hand around his bicep nails digging in lightly as you try to adjust the pleasure building to much and too quickly, but he removes his hand from your neck and pushes your hips down slapping your clit.
You're losing your mind equally as much as him, his cool hard chest pressed into your back, the rich yet light scent of his expensive cologne and the way his soft lips are never off your skin for long. The attraction had always been there but never acted on it for unknown reasons. You were contempt with keeping him as a friend and if that meant being a cam girl and receiving endless orgasms for tonight and never talking about it again you were completely fine with that
âKeep being a good girl for me baby,â he rasp out picking up speed. âYour pussy is so fucking perfect, so tight and gushy i cant wait to feel you.â
The knot begins to build in you at your words your hips with a mind of their own and he slaps your clit twice more. He knew exactly what to say, exactly how to talk you through it without being overly aggressive. Dare you even call him a soft dom.
âYoure so gorgeous, you smell goodââ he breathes in your hair. âTaste goodâ and he licks down your neck.
âSound goodâ and he thrust his fingers harder into your spongey spot making the squelching louder and a âfuckâ falls from your lips.
âYour my good girl, my perfect fucking girlâ and you feel his hips begin grinding into you from behind your hips trying to match his along with his thrust leaving you a stuttering mess.Â
Your mind and legs were equal parts mush from hearing him say that alone and it's suddenly clear why he had audio clips as well, he would do such a good job at talking anyone through it with the constant praise with the perfect amount of sluttyness to it.
âI want you to cum for me princess, show daddy how hard you can cum all over my fingers. I want this pretty pussy to gush for meâ he stutters slapping your clit as he thrust harder and faster not caring about your hips anymore because he had a firm grip and knew what was coming.
When your nails dig in one arm and tries to push the other away he chuckles slapping your clit even harder.
âT-toru iâ nnghhh. Im g-gonnaâŠâ you whine throwing your head back feeling your whole body lock up this time feeling different from the first.
âYeah baby? Gonna cum for me go ahead show me how pretty you look whââ his words are cut off by you squirting your whole body shaking as you do and he cant stop fingering you through it enjoying the way youre wetting up his hands and legs.
âOh fuck! Feels soâFUCKâ and youre gushing even more before the prior one even had time and being the bully he is satoru doesnt spare you he slaps your clit harder listening to your voice get so high.Â
âToru i-i cant⊠i cantâ you whine But youre getting to close to the edge of the bed from sliding that he has to pull you back yet he doesnt stop hes already decided he wants to fucking ruin you, overstimulate you sol when you think about it in the future you cum from the thought.
âCant whaaaaat?â He drags out turning his slaps into rubs on your clit but the speed is still there and from the way your eyes are rolling into the back of your head he has no intentions on slowing down.
âI cant take it⊠fuck⊠iâ you breathe nearly choking trying to escape his grasp but he holds you tighter watching as your brows furrow in pure pleasure body convulsing âi cantâ you dry sob
âYou crying?â He chuckles, slowing down slightly but it doesn't matter, his fingers are still twisting inside of you in ways that you're sure is a way to pull your soul from your body.
âYou can take it and you will cum one more time for me and i promise to stuff you full of my cockâ and thats the magic words because you're gushing on his fingers again at shock of how much could actually come out of your body.
âYou did so good baby, âm gonna give you what you wantâ he promises propping up two pillows and positioning you on your belly on top of them smiling at the way youre to weak to move which was his plan. Satoru loved your friendship as much as you did, loved you as much as suguru but had you given him the chance to fuck your heâd make it worth your time he just couldnât be childish and jackrabbit or even cum to quick.Â
He also knew you were to competitive and dominant if you felt like he was fucking you to intenseley youd fuck back and the thought has had hin cuming in his hand in under 5 minutes multiple times. Rubbing his tip against your folds a few times he watches as your slick covers his tip and if this was a dream heâd want to die in his sleep.
âMy pillow princessâ he chuckles though before you can retaliate hes sliding all 8 inches in filling you to the brim and his fingers wrap around to find your clit again making your jaw drop and eyes roll back.
âFuck baby, your pussys soânnghhâ he groans thrusting slow but deeply he slightly repositions trying not to cum to quick but fuck you were so warm and squeezing him so tight he was glad he gave you so many orgasms earlier cause if you had the energy to flirt the way you typically do hed be done for.
Satoru also wasn't what you expected during sex, you aren't sure what you expected, maybe more teasing aggressiveness⊠you aren't sure but he was definitely a lover. He was soft, diligent, took his time and definitely made sure to please.Â
âKeep that perfect arch for meâ he groans leaning his head back when you sink more into the arch and meet his thrust. Your ass jiggling on him with the feeling of you gushing on him was too much and he needed you to cum before he did.
Licking up your spine tattoo he leaves a bunch of open mouth kisses before leaning forward completely grabbing your neck. He begins moaning the most filthiest stuff in your ear and you swear you see stars at his dirty talk.
âWant you to cum all over this dick, its yours mama. Cum all over your dick make a mess for meâ he whines his voice higher than before and you know hes close the thought alone is enough to make you release on his fingers. A kiss is placed against your head and you feel him smile with satisfaction before fucking into you deeper than before.
âFuck toruâ you scream nails digging into his hand which doesnt stop him theres only one thing that could but from the way you clenched for the hundreth time tonight it didnt seem as if youd be using that word.
âI love hearing you moan my name, makes me want to fill your pussy up with my cum. You w-want that?â He talks louder and yes you do want that.
âHarder toru harderâ you beg feeling your body begin to lock up again at the thought and his hips stutter for a moment before letting out a rough laugh but giving you exactly what you want.
âFuck im about to⊠cum with me princess, give me everything you got baby fuck your pussy feels so good! So tight and you keep gripping me tighter! I want to feel you cum baby please cum on meâ he babbles clearly pussy drunk and somewhere along the way overstimulated himself his rhythm so sloppy now unable to stop his rambling.
âFuck tell me its mine tell me youll cum for meâ he whimpers and you pull his by his hair to your lips kissing him through the mask squeezing youre core as tight as you can
âYoursâ you moan out the second you cum feeling him cum right behind you and its sooo much and so warm as it fills you up you cant stop bucking into his hand from the sensation. He collapses next to you grabbing the camera from the night stand and switching from the computer monitor.
He doesn't say anything except breathes heavy and scoops some of the cum that spilled out and pushes it back into you with his middle finger. The scene sends off more dings and he chuckles.
The next time your eyes open you feel something wet between your legs and almost use the safe word until you notice its just a warm rag between your legs wiping you down.
âIts just me you did so good princessâ you hear Gojos voice purring as he rubs your legs. âSo good for me, youre so perfectâÂ
The praises ring out and all you can do is have a lopsided grin on your face as you bask in the praise of the glorious blue eyed king. He leaves a kiss on your forehead climbing into bed next to you and wrapping an arm aroubd your body pulling you close and away from the wet spot.
Snuggling into him he hums kissing your head again, his hand coming down to massage your lower back. The sound of scattered dings makes your eyes open and he uses a remote to turn the stream off and the computer monitor while pulling off your mask.
He actually doesn't stop kissing your head and cheeks aftercare obviously a strong suit for him amongst everything else.
âI knew you werent rich cause of your brains⊠its your dickâ you smirk peaking with one eye and watching as he smirks pulling off his blindfold showing his bright blue eyes.
âSo you think i give good dick?â He ask arrogant smile on his face earning an eye roll but theres a teasing smile on your face.
âPrincess?â He ask as you roll over to the other side letting out an exaggerated yawn.Â
âWas that a no?â You hear him ask and you let out a giggle.
It's silent for a moment before You feel the tip of his dick at your entrance and shutter when he slowly pushes in the two of you moaning in sync.
âCall me your glorious blue eyed king and ill think about taking it easy on youâ he groans in your ear with a small thrust. Wrapping an arm around the back of his neck and pushing back he lets one hand find a nipple and the other your clit.
âYou have such a filthy mouthâ you tell him remembering everything he said as you reach down to caress his balls making his hips stutter,
âFuck⊠keep doing shit like that and im never leaving this pussyâ he whimpers as your hand keeps massaging, fucking you a bit faster. He cups your clit grunting before flipping you on your back and throwing a leg over his shoulder leaning forward so your face to face.
âTell me how good i feel wrapped around youâ you demand wrapping your other leg around his shoulder and locking your ankles behind his neck. He closes his eyes for a second trying not to lose his mind and go absolutely feral at the way your core just opened up for him with that motion but fuckâŠ
âHope you like lunch because the way im going to fucking you were not going to wake up in time for breakfast.â
âMmmm my glorious blue eyed kingâ you tease watching his eyes glow a little bit brighter.
Well if you made it this far shout out to you this is actually going to be a mini series about satoru suguru and reader becoming poly they actually can all be read as stand alones for my adhd girls/gays/theys and thems and will hold a recap/intro paragraph that explains what lead up to the moment even though i know were all really just here for the smut.
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hiiiii! can I get something about Lando but reader is Charles or Carlos 's sister? Even just fluff. thank uâ€ïž
thank you for your request!! really in my Lando feels atm fuming after qualifying but itâs fineeee, I love this idea sm Iâve been thinking about it all day <3 <3 Youâre Carlosâ younger sister whoâs English isnât so good, but somehow Mr Lando Norris whoâs had an eye on you for years has you under his wing, much to Carlosâs surprise.
warnings: none, I just hope this makes sense because I am half asleep writing this.
âHello.â A British accent filled your ears, causing your head to turn at the familiar voice, hair bouncing with your movement. Stood besides where you sat was Lando Norris, one of your brothers close friends whom he drove with for many years. Your lips immediately tugged up, blinking in surprise at how much heâd grown, despite the fact he was still a year older than you.
âLando, hello!â As you stood, Lando felt his heart beat in a funny way, followed by the sensation sinking down to his stomach. Butterflies. He knew he had the hots for you, Carlosâs younger sister, but now he felt nervous?!
âHow are you?â You greeted him in a friendly hug, wrapping your arms tightly around the taller boy. You were positive there was a time when you both reached the same height.
âUmmm.â You began, unsure of what he just spoke. Your English was nowhere near as good as your brother or sisters, hell even your dads. âAre you good?â He repeated as your smile widened, offering him an amused beam.
âGood? I am good.â Youâd nodded, trying to think the words in English to ask him how he was. âÂżCĂłmo estĂĄs?â youâd furrowed your brows, scanning over Landoâs gentle eyes. They still glistened the exact same way they always did, but here now, he somehow looked 10x more handsome than he ever had before.
âHuh?â He frowned a little, at your giggle, his lips tugged right back up. âGood?â You asked, pointing towards him.
âOhhhh, yes, yes I am good! Are you here to watch Carlos?â Your head cocked to the side, a little confused, offering him a nervous grin. âAhhh, okay, let me just-â he pulled out his phone, whipping out Google translate. Recognising what it was you immediately laughed out loud.
âWhat? I want to talk to you?â He giggled innocently, the words not computing in your mind.
âNo tengo idea de lo que estĂĄs diciendo ahora.â (I have no idea what you are saying right now).
Lando handed you the phone over, playing the Spanish out loud. Google translate distorted the sentences slightly, but it made perfect sense.
I just wanted to talk to you, I havenât seen you in over a year.
Lando watched you chuckle as you typed back your sentence, eyes fixated to your beauty. Every time youâd come to watch a race or a practice he always sought you out, conversation was difficult, something that frustrated him, he always wanted to get to know you better than what he knew surface level.
how sweet, you should come sit, I hurt my ankle the other week so canât sit down for long. I canât believe itâs been a year!
Lando glanced down noticing your bandaged up ankle to which you pursed your lips at playfully before letting out an âow!â Sound, just to prove how much it hurt. âOkay.â He nodded, sitting besides you on the sofaâs of the paddock.
âWhatâre you doing in here anyway? Canât see much of the race from here?â He swallowed, knees knocking against your own bare ones. âÂżquĂ©?â Lando cursed, forgetting every now and then he couldnât just blurt out whatever he wanted.
âItâs ok.â You smiled, using some of the English you knew. The two of you made eye contact, his phone looking extra large in your hands, fingertips brushing against his own. Lando swore you were flirting with him, you were making him feel nervous and Lando never felt nervous around girls.
Time had passed. Neither of you knew how long, but the conversation had flowed so much over Google translate, Landoâs arm resting comfortably behind you. âMy English⊠is⊠shit.â You copied his curse word. âYes!!!â Lando squeaked in amusement, slugging an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you.
âShit, fuck.â You cursed, placing a hand on his leg to stabilise your movement. You saw how Landoâs smirked, licking his lips as his eyes dropped down to where your hand slid off slowly. âNow youâre gonna tell your brother Iâve taught you all this shit.â
âShit?â You repeated in confusion, eyes trailing down his front, back over his lips. Landon thought heâd melt on the spot under your intense gaze. He was trying to meet it back equally as flirtatiously but he swore his nerves just got in the way. If it wasnât for Google translate he was positive it would be much sexier.
youâre going to tell your brothers Iâve been teaching you to swear âNo!â You exclaimed, laughing and nudging his arm playfully. âPlease donât.â
âO tal vez lo haga y te meta en problemas...â (Or maybe I will and get you in trouble). Your Spanish was so effortlessly sexy to Lando, he always loved a girl who spoke in a foreign accent, maybe that obsession started somewhere between meeting you and speaking to you, but heâd never openly admit that.
âI donât even know what youâre saying.â He laughed, shaking his head, fingers trailing over your shoulder slightly. You shared a moment of amused eye contact, heart racing at the painfully sexual, intense moment, Lando thought you were going to kiss him. That was until your eyes trailed behind him slightly. The fluttering in his chest stopped when you started giggling, your brother stood behind with a confused expression. âReally?â Carlos sassed, Lando turning up over his shoulder. âOh hey man.â He spoke casually, too casually. You laughed without even knowing what was being said. âAre you having fun?â Carlos questioned towards Lando, narrowing his eyes at his best friend whose arm was slung over his little sister.
âY/n, ÂżNo me di cuenta de que eras tan cercano a Lando?â (I did not realise you were so close to Lando?) The sound of his name mixed with a foreign language he couldnât understand had him confused. His arm slipped back onto his own lap after realising Carlos was looking rather too inquisitively. Ok maybe he was making moves on his sister, but who could blame him?!
âSĂłlo estĂĄbamos poniĂ©ndonos al dĂa. Muchas gracias señor entrometido!â (We were just having a catch up. Thank you very much mr nosy!) Carlos laughed at his younger sister whoâd already turned back to the Brit sat besides her, she looked completely enthralled by him, giving him all kinds of heart eyes. Carlos knew he was a nice guy but it was weird seeing his baby sister like this with his closest friend.
âHow are you talking?â Carlos then asked Lando who looked a little confused, left out of the conversation prior. âGoogle translate.â He snickered, waving his phone up. Carlos nodded at the inventiveness. âAh. Nice.â It wasnât uncomfortable, but there was a little awkwardness that lingered as the three of you kinda sat there. Truthfully, Lando and you were waiting for your brothers departure, leaving you be, to continue your conversation- if you could call it that.
âÂżNecesitas que te lleven a casa? ÂżMe voy ahora?â (Do you need a lift home, I am going now). Carlos then asked you, knowing he was your only option of a ride home, you couldnât help but feel a little disappointment. You were positive Carlos saw it written all over your face, so did Lando.
âWhat did you say?â Lando questioned. âOh, I just asked if she wanted a ride home. I brought her.â
âI mean⊠I can drive her back. Weâre having a good time.â He cheeked only a little. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to drive her back. Winding up Carlos in the process was a little funny though.
âEste idiota dijo que puede llevarte a casa. ÂżQuieres hacer eso?â (This idiot said he can drive you home. Would you wanna do that?) Your laugh back to Lando caused him to frown back to Carlos who was too laughing. âHey, what did you say to her? What did you call me? What did he call me?â
âIdiota.â Carlos repeated, teasing again as you laughed in amusement at your brothers antics.
âMe quedarĂ© aquĂ y me llevarĂĄn a casa. Gracias, Landoâ (I will stay here and get a lift home. Thank you Lando).
Hearing his words roll off your lips caused his lips to tug up again knowing youâd agreed. âThatâs ok.â His tone was much softer rather than when he spoke to Carlos, or anybody else for that matter. With a quick goodbye and a second eyeing up of the boy chatting up his sister, Carlos disappeared, leaving the two of you be again.
You felt a little nervous, for no particular reason. So when his eyes were on you again youâd begun giggling out of nowhere. âYou are cute you know that?â Whatever he said, you liked the sound of thatâŠ
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games you play | eddie munson
the prelude; the consequences of being late to class... a class that you share with eddie munson and that he, as a matter of fact, has failed.
a/n : i am using this little thing as an introduction to my fic, i will be posting the first chapter as soon as i can. <3
âBilly- Billy, Iâm gonna be lateâ you try to reason with him, but he keeps peppering you with kisses, making you squirm under his body. âCome on, you- fuck- You know how OâDonnell gets.â
You hear Billy sigh, and you do too when he releases you. You miss his kisses already, but you simply cannot be late to miss OâDonnellâs class.
His blue eyes look into your own adoringly, a small smile playing on his lips. âFine, but you owe me. Tonight?â
You canât say no when he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes. And truth is, you donât want to.
âBetâ you giggle, causing a chuckle to escape your boyfriendâs mouth too as he curls a finger under your chin, pecking your lips once, twice and three times before finally letting you go.
You get out of his arms before he can catch you again, and rush up the stairs towards your class. When you finally reach the door, you open it and a more than familiar face greets you.
âLook who has decided to join us. Meredith, I didnât expect it from youâ she shakes her head at you, and your eyes widen.
8:03 am. Shit.
âI am so sorryââ âNo need. Just- Donât let it happen againâ she gives you a tight-lipped smile, nodding towards the only empty seat left.
You nod and rush towards your seat, placing your books on the desk.
âAs I was saying prior to being interruptedâ she emphasises and you sink in your seat, âYou will be working in pairs for this assignment. It is rather complex, otherwise I would have never let you.â
Tammy raises her hand, and the teacher gives her a pointed look, raising her eyebrows. âCan I work with Steve?â she asks excitedly, and you snort when the aforementioned boy gives you a horrified look.
âNot exactly, miss Thompson. I would rather you work with your desk mates. It should be a fifty-fifty type of projectâ she eyes her suspiciously, but decides to let it go as she starts explaining about said project.
You donât even realise who is sitting beside you, until you notice Steve is giving you a shit eating grin, looking over your shoulder.
âSo, you and Harrington think you are too good for us, remains of society, right?â you turn to your right, only to find Eddie Munson, the freak, toying with his pen.
You look at him, confused. He remains unimpressed as he glances at you for merely a second. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
It is his turn to snort, rolling his eyes, but still avoiding eye contact as he looks forward. âOh, please. Tammy, and now me, all in under ten seconds. Iâm impressed.â
You remain silent for a second, before shaking out of your thoughts. âWe donât normallyââ
âOh, trust me, I knowâ he hums. âYou should have come sooner, though, if you wanted to work with one of them... Oh! But wait, Hargrove had his tongue down your throat and now you are stuck with meâ Eddieâs face spreads into a wide grin when he sees the shocked expression on your face.
You lean back against your chair and stay quiet for the rest of the class. And when itâs finally over, Eddie gathers his books, not leaving before he looks over at you. âFive pm, my place.â
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âAre you saying the freak made fun of you and you didnât say anything back?â Steve laughs at you, as you both gather your things to leave for the day.
You give him an unamused smile, and he holds his hands up in the air. âIâm just saying, Mer. That was unnecessarily rude. Tell Hargrove that and he willââ
âShut it!â you shush him, cupping Steveâs mouth and he licks it. âIdiot!â you slap him on the back of his head and he laughs out loud, opening the door to his car so you can get in.
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Five pm rolls around and you are already at the trailer park. You donât really know which one is Eddieâs, but you donât have much time to think about it before you hear a door being slammed open, and see a head of curls popping out. âCome in, then, princessâ he steps aside, and you step inside the trailer.
Itâs cute, actually. It is a bit small, indeed. But it looks nice and as clean as Eddie Munson can keep it, knowing his chaotic personality.
âYeah, itâs not your palace, but it does the jobâ he snorts ironically when he sees you look around.
âYour place is niceâ your eyes meet for a second, before he looks away. âLetâs go to my roomâ he instructs, hand at the small of your back, but barely touching you as he guides you inside his room, closing the door behind him.
His bed is a bit messy, papers are thrown around the room, but, somehow, it looks cosy. âSo- the project. What do you want to start with?â
His eyes snap to yours in a moment. âYeah so, I donât know if you figured, but I failed this class last year.â
You hum, unzipping your backpack. You do know. âOf course. I can help you, if you want.â
Eddie huffs, throwing his hands in the air and you look at him surprised. âOkay, what the fuck is this game youâre trying to play?â
âSorry?â
âYou trying to help me, complimenting my houseâ he squints at you, crossing his arms over his chest. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
You look at him utterly confused. His words make you take a step back, Eddie has always intimidated you and his snarky comment made the things even worse for you.
Seeing the annoyed expression on his face, you decide to speak up. âI just- I am good at Chemistry so I just figured, you know...â
He thinks for a second, and you can see his face soften for a minute. You exhale.
âGet the fuck out of my house.â
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âËđŸË° save a horse ride a what?
synopsis: you meet toji at the club and get into a messy situation (part two of âcowboy.â)
contents: bathroom fucking, mention of (princess, doll, and cowgirl)
âYou shouldâve worn something else, something that gives your tits life, ya know?â Your friend says as her hair sways in the wind and her six-inch stiletto hills click on the ground.
It was 40 fucking degrees; she better be glad you even wore a dress.
You sigh, crossing one side of your coat to the other, breathing out as snow was falling.
"Oh, look, itâs snowing.â You say this, smiling and holding out your hand. Your friend looks over to you, then up at the sky, doing the same.
âOh my, I shouldnât have worn this dress.â She says jerking her dress down. You laugh, looping your arm with hers as you both arrive at the club.
The bouncer immediately lets the both of you in because of your friend. You were quite nervous, not having been in a club in a while because of work.
Once you heard the music, chattering, and dancing, your body loosened up. This wasnât as bad as you thought it would be.
"I think the bulky coats look kind of crazy now," you say, slipping it off and throwing it over your arm. Your friend smiles at you taking hers off and grabbing yours.
She squints her eyes, scanning the room, then holding out her arm and snapping her fingers.
"Hey ginger boy, take this to room B. Make sure you put #1 and #2 on the coats."
You open your mouth to say something, but just let it go. If someone steals your coat, she owes you a new one.
She takes a hold of your arm, leaning into your ear. âThereâs so many hotties; whoâre you taking home tonight?"
She rubbed your arm and scanned the room, looking around. There were a ton of bodies grinding on each other and a few men standing to the side, observing.
You continue scanning until your eyes land on a familiar face. Before you can say anything, your friend speaks up.
âOh my, what about that hunk of candy right there?" she says, pointing at where you were standing.
All color drained from your face, and you were stiff as a board. Of course, youâve seen patients out in public, but the thought of seeing them in the club made you queasy.
Toji turns his head, looking straight at you. The smile he had plastered on his face while talking to his friends is now turning into a smirk as his hand drops down to his belt.
You quickly turn your head towards your friend, and she cocks her eyebrow, taking a step back.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You grab her arm, pulling her back, leaning in closer to her ear
âThatâs the patient I was telling you about.â You whisper shout into her ear. She clasps onto your arm, holding her mouth open, looking directly at him.
âOh my god, heâs hotter than you described."
You roll your eyes, avoiding his gaze at all costsâjust your luck.
From your peripheral, you see him walking towards the two of you, and youâre still frozen.
Shit, you didnât know what to do but to just stand there.
âGo get us some shots; I'm going to the bathroom.â You say, rubbing her arm. She looks at you, jerking her dress down.
âWeâll go together.â She says putting her hand over yours. You knew where she was coming from, of course, but you wanted no encounter with this man and needed a shot.
Why not kill two birds with one stone?
You shake your head, smiling. "No, no, itâs fine; I'll be really quick; I have my phone right here.â you say, motioning towards your midsection, where your phone is clasped in between your bra.
She smiles, rubbing your arm back and nodding you off. You quickly turn around, walking towards the bathroom.
"I didnât think you were the type to run away," you hear someone say, then tapping on a belt.
shit.
"Oh, eat me fushiguro," you say, holding the handle of the bathroom door. the sound of booming music at a distance since it's down a narrow hallway.
He laughs, leaning against the wall and tapping his foot. "Oh, trust me, honey, I'm trying.â You fling your head around, causing your whole body to basically turn.
Your hand is still clinging to the door. Nod. âWhat do you want?â A sigh followed the words.
Your eyes scan over his body; heâs wearing a white wife beater, a black flannel, blue boot-cut jeans, and brown cowboy boots.
What a joke.
âYou already know what I'm going to say, baby.â His smirk was still plastered over his perfect face, and the flashing lights were creeping its way towards the black hallway.
He looked goodâa little too good. No, no stop; you canât think this about a patient, ever.
You cleared your throat, twisting the door knob, causing the door to open. âGo back and have fun, bye.â
You stepped in, but you felt his presence still lingering after you. You turn around, and heâs there, smilingâno smirk, but smiling.
He quickly closes the door, locking it. the fuck?
âAbsolutely not; this is highly inappropriate; get the hell out.â You say backing away from him. His hand is still resting on the top of his belt buckle, tapping it.
"I'm just making sure youâre safe.â He coos out, holding up one arm in defense. Your face scrunches up, and you fold your arms over your chest.
âThen do it out there; get the fuck out.â You yell, backing away from him again. This wasnât a threatening aura.
The loud music from outside was slowly creeping into the bathroom. There was nothing but silence between you two, because heâs still there.
He steps closer to you as you back away from him some more, your back hitting the wall. He puts his hand above you on the wall, and his hand snakes around your waist.
You cock your eyebrow, putting your hand on his chest, trying to push him, but deep down inside, you knew you really werenât trying to get him off.
A dark strand of his hair falling down into his eye. Thereâs still that awkward silence, but you both know where this is going and how itâs going to end.
Should you even do this? You shouldnât give him what he wants.
âCome on, baby, I know you want it.â his hand sliding down to your ass, to the back of your upper thigh, slipping it under your dress.
His warm fingertips grazing your thigh. Why arenât you pushing him away? Why does he look so good? Why do you want to pull him in?
You take your arms, wrap them around his neck, and dive in for a kiss. His other hand snakes around your waist, and the hand that was previously on your thigh creeps up, sitting on your ass.
His lips are soft, but his touch is roughâor is that you? Did you secretly want this all this time?
Your tongue slides over your lip, and you open up, letting him in. Your body is hot, and his breath is breathing into yours with rhythm.
He groans into your mouth, aching for more. Heâs been waiting for this. your touch, your taste, everything.
Is this how it was happening?
He takes his other hand, gripping your ass and moving his leg in between your legs. your heat directly over his knee; if he moves one more inch, you'llâ
He moves his knee up, touching your heat. You moan into his mouth, your arms tightening around his neck and his tongue swirling over yours.
He takes his hands and slides them under your ass, swiftly picking you up. This doesnât phase you but only turns you on more, with your legs wrapping around his waist.
He begins walking to a stall, and your phone buzzes on your midsection. You quickly pull away from the kiss, digging in your dress and pulling out your phone.
Your friend is calling. shit you forgot. You quickly answer the phone, clearing your voice.
âyes? Sorry, I'm still in the bathroom."
âyeah? whatâs wrong? Do you need me to come?
"No, no! "Im with someone.â
You hear your friend gasp loudly, and you look at Toji with a smirk on his face. You put your hand over his face, rolling your eyes.
"I'm safe. Sorry for ditching you.â
"Oh, honey, I've done it to you plenty; get you some!"
With that, thereâs a click and an awkward silence slithering in the air again. You remove your hand from his face, staring at him.
Heâs looking at you, then at your phone.
âNeed somewhere to put that?â You look down at your phone and nod. He walks over to the counter and sets you down.
âJust put it right there; no oneâs coming anytime soon.â He says resting both his hands on your thigh.
Your body heats up more, and you hesitate to put your hand over his, but you do anyway.
He takes his other hand and slides it in between your thighs, his hands tough but his touch delicate, like youâre a flower he doesnât want to fall apart.
"I need you, baby," he says, slowly crotching down, your breath starting to shake with nervousness.
You still couldnât believe what you were doing, but fuck it. He pulls your legs, sliding your butt towards the edge of the counter.
He takes his hand, hooking his fingers under your panty band and quickly sliding them off. You gasp, startled, but calm yourself down.
You've done this before. You've done this before.
His head moves closer towards your heat; not hesitating for a minute longer, he slides his tongue over your slit.
A long shiver running down your spine, your hand flings on his head, gripping a handful of hair and balling it into your fists.
His tongue takes no time sliding over your clit and taking his lips, sucking your clit, pulsing, and sucking over and over again.
Your thighs are threatening to close, but they can't; instead, they spread further and your hands ball tighter.
His hands wrap around your thighs as your body slides inch by inch off the counter. You taste so goodâbetter than he couldâve ever imagined.
His dick is throbbing inside his pants, making the fabric tighter on him. He wanted to keep sucking and tasting you, but he needed you in ways that were bad for him.
His fingers dig into your thighs, and you throw your head back, biting your lower lip in agony. Your hand unclenches out of his hair as your chest rises and falls.
He pulls away from your now-dripping heat and stands up, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
You gulp and subtly spread your legs out more as he pulls down his briefs, his long length popping up and hitting his stomach.
He pulls his shirt up, puts it in his mouth, and bites it. He digs in his back pocket and pulls out a condom.
Your eyes watch him intently as his hands rip open the condom package. âYou ready, baby?â Youâre practically drooling at the sight and nodding your head.
He slides the condom on and puts one hand around his length and his other hand on your thigh.
He stops for a few seconds, and you tilt your hand, cocking your eyebrow in curiosity. "You're nervous; youâre finally going to fuck me or what?â
He laughs, looking at the ceiling, then back at you. "I think this would be a way better experience if you rode me, princess."
Your jaw drops, and your eyebrow still cocked.
Cute, he thinks to himself.
"I'm not fucking on a bathroom floor; youâre insane.â You say pouting and rolling your eyes.
He smiles at you, shaking his head and pointing behind you. "Nope, right there.â He bends down, pulling down his pants, and takes off his shoes.
He then walks beside you, hoping on the counter, lying down on the cold, hard surface, patting his lap.
âHop on, cowgirl," he says, winking at you. Your cheeks get hot, and you gulpâshould you really?
Fuck it. You hop on the counter, putting one leg on one side and keeping the other leg on the other side.
Your hands are placed on his chest, and you hold yourself up as he positions his dick at your opening.
âBrace yourself," he says, lining himself up and giving you a nod to sit down. You slowly slide on his length, and your breathing gets faster.
The pressure on his chest from you pushing into him only makes him harder. His dick twitches before sliding all the way inside of you.
He lifts his hips, pushing inside you some more. You grit your teeth, your hand forming into a fist on his chest.
He does this a couple more times before, and before you can get used to his length inside you, your hips start slowly moving on top of him.
âThere you go, baby, you got it.â Those words make the hairs on your arm stand up as you flop yourself down on his length.
With his head thrown back and his hands coming to rest on your hips, you keep rocking back and forth on top of him.
It felt so wrong, but so fucking right.
His nails dig into your hips, and pleasure shoots through you, your body colliding with his at every movement.
His hips move up and down, hitting every spot imaginable. the sounds of your bodyâs slapping with each other getting drowned out by the loud music.
Your moans get more audible as you reach the top of your sex. You continue to rock your hips as he gets faster thrusting into you.
You match his rhythm pushing down on his and your ass slapping down every time. Your palms are sweaty, and your mind is in the clouds. He felt so good inside you.
His dick curving hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, and you were sure you were going to cum at this rate.
He takes one hand off your hip and cupping your tit in his big, rough hands. A moan escapes your mouth at that very second.
With a lot more following once you hit your climax, "Wait, oh.. fu-.â Your moaning and whimpering were interrupted by his dick twitching inside of you, pressing on your sweet spot.
You twitch on top of him, throwing your head back and moaning even more when he swipes over your nipple.
His moans intertwined with yours when he reached his climax; your body was limp on top of him, your post-nut clarity eluding inside you when you looked down at him.
His eyes squeezed shut, and before you could say anything, there was a loud banging at the door.
âHurry the fuck up! I have to piss.â You hear a stranger yell outside the door. You quickly lift your hips up, sliding him out of you and hopping off the counter.
âSlow down, partner.â Toji says, laughing, getting up, and doing the same. He stands up and carefully slides off the condom and ties it up, walking towards the trash can and tossing it.
You quickly slide on your panties stumbling over yourself, cursing yourself for doing this. When your panties are on, you slip on your shoes and grab your phone, staring at Toji, who is putting on that awful belt.
He tilts his head up, looking at you and grinning, âHow was fucking in the bathroom for the first time, doll?â
You scrunch your face up, crossing your arms, and say, âWho told you this was my first time?" You smile to yourself as you walk towards the door.
He clicks his belt, following you as you open the door. Thereâs two women in front of the door with puke all over them, scrunching their faces at you. When they see Toji behind you, their eyes light up.
They enter the bathroom, still looking at him, the door closing behind them.
You turn towards him with a deadpan expression plastered on your face, âwell.â
He grins at you, laughing, taking his hand and cupping your cheek. "I know you donât want me to drag this out, so I'm going to leave. I'll see you Monday, Dr."
He winks at you, walking away. Your heart fluttered for the first time at his words.
You needed himâŠ
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âi donât like being told what to do unless iâm nakedâ with em? đ
Bossy
Summary: Emily's been a bitch. You fix her attitude. ;) Warnings: smutty smut smut, my normal tbh. quick and easy, like em Word count: 2.3k A/N: A little short thing to get me back into writing. Thanks Katt for the prompt :)
Emily was pissing you off. Ever since this case crossed JJâs desk, Emilyâs been uptight, more so than usual. Youâve seen her get overly invested in cases before, but something about this one was making her - for lack of a better word - crazy. She was hounding the local police more than normal, squashing peoplesâ new ideas and theories before listening, and being short with anyone who tried to talk to her.Â
Sheâs snapped at you multiple times today alone, glaring at you anytime you tried to talk about one of your theories. Youâd take it personally, but she was acting like this with everyone on the team. It was causing everyone to give her a wide berth, finding excuses to not be in the same room with her.Â
At the end of the day, Emily had frustrated every member of the BAU (including Penelope who was back in D.C.) and half of the local station to their limits.Â
And, of course, you were the one who had to room with her this trip. Lucky you.Â
The ride from the station to the hotel was tense, silence interspersed with the hum of tires on asphalt. The longer the quiet dragged on, the more angry you got at her behavior.Â
Emily and you had become fast friends when you joined the BAU a few months ago. You had meshed well with every member of the team, but your dark humor and sarcasm bonded you with the raven-haired woman. Youâve spent countless hours with each other, both at work and outside of Quantico.Â
You felt your phone buzz in your lap.Â
JJ: You have GOT to talk to her. Sheâs driving everyone insane!!Â
You: Why does it have to be me??? Itâs bad enough we share a room!Â
JJ: Because she likes you most!Â
You: Youâve known her longer!Â
JJ: Nose goes!Â
You looked up to see JJ holding her pointer finger on her nose, sticking her tongue out at her. You rolled your eyes at her before typing out another message.Â
You: Fine! But you owe me coffee and lunch tomorrow!Â
JJ: Deal! Just make her Emily again!Â
You locked your phone, glancing up at Emily driving. Her jaw was tense, as if she was grinding her teeth. Both of her hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel. You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to bring up her behavior over the last few days.Â
***Â
Entering your shared room, Emily started pacing in front of the beds, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hands fidgeting.
You sighed. âEm, are you okay?âÂ
Her eyes shot to you. âIâm fine,â she gritted out.Â
You rolled your eyes exaggeratedly, making sure she saw. âNo, youâre not. Youâre frustrated about something. And itâs driving everyone crazy. So, again, whatâs wrong?âÂ
Emily stopped pacing, glaring at you. âWhat do you mean itâs driving everyone crazy? Iâm fine.âÂ
You huffed, shaking your head. âYouâre not. Look at you,â you said, your hand gesturing at her body, every muscle tense, her hands picking at her nails. âYouâve been short with everyone, shutting down theories for stupid reasons. Youâve yelled at every single one of us today and youâve managed to alienate half of the local cops. Whateverâs wrong needs to stop, Em, I swear, or itâs going to make this case even harder to solve.âÂ
Emily scoffed, not liking being told off. âYou have no idea what youâre talking about.âÂ
Now it was your turn to gape at the brunette, your eyebrows twisted in annoyed confusion. âEm, I have spent the last few months getting to know you. Late nights in the office, movie nights on our couches, shopping trips. I donât know what it is about this case thatâs getting to you, but it needs to stop. You need to get your head out of your ass, Prentiss, before it causes you to get benched.âÂ
You watched as Emily stomped across the room to you, her nostrils flaring, her eyes darkening in anger. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she angrily whispered, âI donât like being told what to do unless Iâm naked, so you better watch what you say to me.âÂ
Emily had moved closer to you than she ever has before, her outrage and annoyance palpable in the air. You could feel her huffed breaths on your cheek.Â
You shook your head, chuckling darkly, barely audible. Emily had never intimidated you before and it wasnât going to start now. âIf all you needed to calm down and be yourself again was a good, hard fuck, all you had to do was ask, Em,â you said, smirking as her eyes grew wide.Â
You watched as she took in a shuttered breath, her throat bobbing from the nervous swallow.Â
You could see the indecision in her eyes, the want and the nerves. How she wanted it, needed it, but didnât want to cross that line with you for fear of wrecking your friendship, your work life.Â
You brought your hand up, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, taking note of the small shiver that ran through her. âLet me help you, Em. Weâll cross tomorrow when it gets here.âÂ
Emily closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they somehow had gotten darker, her pupils blown. Sheâd made her decision. âFuck it out of me, please.âÂ
You tilted your chin up a little, settling into the role Emily needed you to fill. âStrip. Slowly.âÂ
Emily exhaled slowly, her hands grasping at the hem of her shirt, lifting it inch by inch. She watched you, but your eyes never strayed from her face. When she dragged the material over her head, your eyes never left her face. It furthered your in charge position, making Emilyâs breath quicken in anticipation.Â
The brunette slowly dragged her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly exposing her modest chest. It took a lot of self control on your part, but you still refused to look at her body. You could tell that it was starting to get to Emily, but she wasnât going to say anything, excited to see what you were up to.Â
As she drug her pants and underwear down her legs and stood back up, you made another few seconds of intense eye contact with her before letting your gaze slowly glide over her body.Â
Youâd be lying if you said youâd never thought about her like this. She was beautiful, striking in a way that made your breath catch the first time you met her. As your relationship with her grew, you were conflicted about thinking of her like this. Youâve come to cherish your connection with her, but you couldnât help but want more.Â
You took your time looking her over, trying to memorize every inch of her in case this was the only time youâd be able to see her like this.Â
Emilyâs toes started to dig into the carpet, her anticipation growing to a head, the nerves starting to creep up.Â
âOn the bed, on your back.âÂ
Emily didnât need a second to think this time, eagerly moving to the mattress and laying herself across it. She settled her head on a pillow in the middle of the bed, awaiting further instructions. It was something that was exhilarating for you, unexpected. You didnât think she would be this compliant, but you werenât going to question it.Â
Your eyes dragged across her body again, watching the way that her skin started to flush at your attention. âYouâve been a bitch the past few days.âÂ
Emily went to open her mouth, to argue.Â
âNo, no. That wasnât up for debate. You have been. Youâve let this case get to you.â You started to crawl across the bed, your body between her legs. You remained clothed, the fabric of your pants sliding across her bare skin and causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. You held eye contact, loving the way Emilyâs dark eyes seemed to get darker, deeper. You could feel yourself getting lost in them. âI donât know why, and to be frank, I donât care.â You let your hands trail across her shins, up to her knees, pushing her legs further apart. You could feel your own heartbeat speeding up, fluttering inside your chest. âIâm going to fuck your attitude out of you and then weâre going to solve this case and go home. Understood?âÂ
Emily swallowed, her head nodding briefly.Â
âGood,â you said, letting your eyes fall to her bare body. You licked your lips as you looked at her exposed pussy. Through her coarse curls you could tell she was wet, wetter than you expected her to be since youâve not even touched her yet.Â
You leaned down, your eyes back on her face as you gently blew across her sodden lower lips. Emilyâs eyes closed, her back arching slightly, her hips trying to push further into the sensation. She was sensitive, something you were going to enjoy.Â
Before her back could make contact with the bed again, your tongue made contact, licking quickly from her entrance to her clit, loving the way her voice got stuck in her throat. You decided you didnât want to tease her, wanting her to get off and relax. Your tongue made a few more passes up and down, enjoying each sound you could pull from her. When she got used to the movement, her body expecting the up and down licks, you switched to swirls around her clit, sucking lightly, before moving down to her hole, entering her with your tongue.Â
You paid attention to the sounds she made, the way she whimpered when your tongue made quick circles around her clit, how a moan would get caught deep in her chest every time your tongue entered her. You ate her out passionately, intensely, taking out your frustrations from the past few days on her.Â
You could tell she was getting close, the way her leg muscles started to tense, how her hands started to fist in the sheet beneath her. With each swipe of your tongue against her, you could feel her get closer and closer to the edge, the both of you desperate to push her over. As she started to moan more often, gaining volume, you reached up your hands, grasping a breast in each. With perfectly timed pinches to her nipples, Emily came undone against your mouth. You continued to lap at her pussy, swallowing down everything she had to give you.Â
Before her body had a chance to relax, you pushed in two fingers, enjoying the way Emily choked out a harsh gasp at the fast pace you set immediately. âYouâve got one more for me, Em. Give it to me,â you commanded, surprised at the strength of your own voice.Â
Emilyâs bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she struggled to keep up with the thrusting of your fingers. You pushed up her body, using the thumb of your other hand to pull her lip free. âUh uh, baby. Let me hear those pretty noises.âÂ
Emily whimpered, her eyes catching yours, a million words being shared between you two. Respect, thanks, lust, love.Â
Your wrist was starting to cramp at the position, but there was no way you were going to stop. Not with the sounds she was making, not with the way that Emily was looking at you. With each thrust in, Emily grunted, with each thrust out, a moan. On one particularly hard thrust, Emilyâs back arched, her hands fisting into the shirt on your back. Figuring you had found her sweet spot, you focused there, watching with almost primal glee as her head tossed back in pleasure.Â
With her throat exposed, your lips made contact to the skin there, kissing and biting at the tender flesh. You trailed your lips up to her ear. âDo you think two orgasms is enough, or should I fuck you into a third?âÂ
Emilyâs only response was a garbled moan, her hands trying to scratch at your back through your shirt.Â
You smirked against her skin. âWeâll see if your cunt can take another one after you cum hard on my fingers.â You curled your fingers at that, feeling the spongy spot inside her that caused her to sob in ecstasy, her legs tightening against your hips. On each thrust you made sure to hit that spot. You moved your head back, wanting to watch her come undone.Â
You could feel her walls tightening around your fingers, it becoming harder and harder to move within her. You brought your other hand up, wrapping it around her throat, squeezing enough to send a euphoric rush through her.Â
âCum for me, Em, now.âÂ
She hadnât disobeyed you yet.Â
Emily moaned your name loudly as her walls clamped down on your fingers, forcing you to stay within her as she rode out her orgasm. Her hips undulated against you, riding each wave, reveling in the high.
You worked her through it, easing as her body started to come down. Gently, you removed your fingers, taking satisfaction in the whimper she let out at being empty. You brushed some of her hair out of her face, smiling a little to yourself at the blissed out look on her face. âFeeling better?âÂ
Emily started laughing, a true belly laugh. âYouâre ridiculous.âÂ
You smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. âHey, you donât get to be sassy to the person who just fucked you back into a good mood.âÂ
Emily rolled her eyes, her hands caressing your shoulders. âThank you,â she whispered, her eyes expressing even more gratitude.Â
You lightly kissed her, the first of many. âDonât mention it. Next time, donât wait until youâre a raging bitch before asking for what you need,â you smirked.Â
Emily pushed at your shoulder, shaking her head lightly at your antics. She pulled you down, relaxing under the weight of you, feeling herself drift off to sleep.Â
If anyone noticed Emilyâs improved mood the next day, or the hickies on her neck, they didnât mention it. The fact that you two solved the case before the day was over was good enough for them.Â
#emily prentiss x reader#virescent v fanfic#emily prentiss fanfic#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x you#no use of y/n#welcome back to the emily prentiss smut fest#except this time emily is a bottom hehehehe#i wrote this in like an hour and a half after a thirteen hour shift so if it sucks no it doesnt
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