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I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled on Friday and I want everyone to know that if my sister records it I am going to Mae goofy comics for it so you guys can share the experience with me
#doodles rants#doodle88#wisdom tooth surgery#Teefers#Maybe I can make them into a necklace#Put them in a little bottle to wear around my neck
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đȘđđđđđđ»đŸđ: 'Intense Desire' àŒàż L.F.
‷ Sex Pills | Overstimulation | Squirting
â± word count: 2.9k
â± warnings: fem!reader, sex pills usage (felix accidentally taking them), mention of a handjob in a car, he gets âmeanâ for like a split second, unprotected p in v, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies, squirting, if u quint theres 1 sentence of angst at the end, i might be forgetting something
â± notes: sorry this was delayed! I made it a little longer than the others in hopes that it would make up for the tardiness <3 also 1 the beginning might feel rushed (it was) and 2 sex pills dont completely work like this?? But its fiction so.. pls bare with me im so stressed out LMFAO
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The pounding in Felixâs head was just enough to distract him from the colorful clothes around the two of you. The initially exciting shopping trip to the mall with your boyfriend had quickly slowed down thanks to the headache he developed out of the blue. Your comforting words and warm hands on his face only helped so much, and he felt horrible for his body refusing to let him enjoy your date.
It wasnât until you reminded him of the medicines he had packed away in his bag that he let up on his pouting Then, with the familiar feeling of the plastic of a pill bottle on his fingers and a gentle reminder from you that this should be fun for the both of you, Felix finds himself leading you to the food court. He quickly buys a bottle of water and chugs down 3 pills. Itâs over the dosage of 2 he normally would take, but heâs desperate to have a good time with you.
Not long after, heâs back to his normal self and the thumping pain in his head is long gone. Wide smiles and crescent eyes watch you pick out interesting clothes, some even meant to match with him. Everything is back to normal!
That is until 30 minutes after the fact when heâs patiently sitting outside of your changing room waiting for you to try on the next outfit. He starts to feel a new, less painful ache. One between his legs that heâs all too familiar with.
Literal lines of sweat are dripping down his forehead and his neck when you open the curtain to present the outfit you picked out. He forces a smile and has to tear his eyes away from the tight pants to give his opinion. A curt, breathy, âBeautiful.â
The sweat immediately catches your attention and obviously raises concerns from the way your eyebrows furrow. He notices right away and tries not to let it worry you, shooing you away and encouraging you to try on the last pieces of fabric that await you in the changing room.
The second the curtains close behind you he racks his brain for possible reasons as to why a sudden, strong feeling of horniness took over his body. Itâs even to the point where his whole body tingles from the ceiling fans above him. The slow gusts of wind make his cock ache in his jeans and goosebumps litter his arms.
He doesnât think heâs ever gotten this horny in his life. Even the time when you managed to rile him up to the point where he almost came in his jeans when you brushed past him he had never felt this way. He swore he could feel his veins burning as he looked through his bag for his phone, praying that Google would explain everything.
But he doesnât get far enough to grab his phone, because the realization hits him like a tsunami wave. The pills. He realizes too late that he never checked which medicine he took. And sure enough, when he checked his bag, the tiny plastic bottle he had a hold on earlier wasnât his Ibuprofen.
Instead, it was a blue pill bottle that he kept for special medicines that he would occasionally get prescribed. This time around, it was the brand new, not prescribed pills he had put to the side for⊠intimacy reasons.
It was embarrassing at first for him. A young, attractive man in his 20s struggling with his sex life. All thanks to the wear and tear from work stress: the unforgiving cycle of working too much and being overwhelmed, then taking a break and working too little just to fall behind.
You understood! Itâs understandable to not be able to get hard when thereâs a never ending dread that has made home in the back of your mind. And it was clearly obvious that he is attracted to you, every other time the two of you were intimate is enough evidence for that.
So you offered him an idea that might help! That idea being âhornyâ pills. It took some convincing and consistent reassurance for him to cave and agree. Which led to that little blue bottle of little red pills that made his not-so-little friend crave your attention.
âLixie?â Your voice snaps him out of his daydreaming and his head snaps up to see your head poking out of the curtain. Your giggle goes straight to his dick and he has to force a smile to get through the ache. âI need your help with this dress. I canât get the zipper up.â
You donât need to ask twice, especially when the promise of getting to see your bare skin is on the table. Heâs joining you in the blink of an eye, using his clammy, shaky hands to zip up the dress the rest of the way. Your body flushes at the way he licks his lips as he looks you up and down multiple times.
âDo you like it?â His eyes snap up to yours in the mirror and he nods. Itâs pretty obvious to you whatâs going on in his head at this point, minus the reason for it, so you rip the dress off and rush to the cashier as fast as you can.
Felix is on your tail the whole time. A hand on your hip and his chest pressed to your back as he shoves his credit card into the card reader. Then again when the two of you get to the car, this time both of his hands on your hips and his face shoved into your neck.
âNeed you so fucking bad.â His hard-on is even more obvious now as he grinds it against your thigh, groaning and whining into your neck about how good it feels. You struggle to get the car keys out of his pocket when his hands are all over you, making you feel good when they arenât even doing much.
âFelix⊠Not here.â The two of you drabbled in public sex before so it wasnât a new experience for either of you. But it had been a while since the two of you were intimate so you really didnât want it to be in the dirty car garage of a mall. In the middle of the day, mind you.
âI need something. Baby, please. I-I canât do this.â The desperation in his voice is enough to make your neck whip around, almost knocking into his as you look back at him with confusion. He knows you all too well and the answer to your unspoken question is already on the tip of his tongue.
âI accidentally took those sex pills instead of pain meds.â He doesnât bother explaining further; he doesnât care anymore. The only thing thatâs on his mind is getting you into the car so he can get some sort of stimulation on his poor, achy cock.
You're lucky to even have gotten his hands off of you after that, let alone getting him in the passenger seat and buckled in without him launching at you. However youâre even less lucky as you drive him home, one hand on the wheel and the other- well, on his dick.
You could hear the wetness of him jerking himself off before you saw it. He was keen to get your help though. His eyes were teary and his voice came out a distressed whine as he pleaded for you to help, complaining that his hand wasnât comparable to how good your hand would feel.
The windows on your shared car are as tinted as legally possible, so you quickly cave and slide your hand toward him. Now 5 minutes away from the house, you quicken your hands in hopes that heâll cum this soon. But luck isnât on either of your sides today and the carâs already in park before heâs even close to cumming.
You donât make it past the entryway before Felix is shoving you forward, pinning you to the wall, and pulling your bottoms to your knees. The sight of your panties all messy and your pussy lips equally as messy from your excitement is enough to make him feral.
âYouâre so good to me, Honey. Always so obedient and keeping my pussy ready for me when I most need it. Iâm going to give you the world and more.â He doesnât wait for you to make a comment before heâs pushing your underwear to join your bottoms.
One hand rests on the wall by your face and the other pushes against your lower back, arching your back at the same time that he pushes his cock in. Your walls are warm and wet as they take every last inch of him in, almost as if two puzzle pieces were finally placed together.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and he sucks on your neck, whispering incoherent mumbles until heâs bottomed out. He only stops then to take deep breaths and calm his own body down. Now that heâs finally inside of you, the effects of the pills feel a million times stronger.
He genuinely feels like a dog in heat, hips still rutting into yours even as his mind tells his body to relax. It doesnât listen in the slightest and after a short pause his hips are finding a rigorous rhythm.Â
Felix is a man possessed behind you; nails digging into your skin leaving bruises to come and hips moving with more force than you thought he could give. Itâs hard to think heâs not possessed with his filthy mouth, something heâs always been good at but it hits differently when heâs rock hard inside of you and eager to feel every inch of your body all at once.
You start to feel like the pills are affecting you. Your own body reacts to his fervent movements with warm clenches and moans that spur him on. You feel so sensitive and your orgasm sneaks up on you, causing you to wiggle in his hold. The shuffle of your limbs makes him lose his angle and you both whine.
âNo, no, no, no, no, no. Stop. You gotta stay arched, baby. Yeah, just like that. FfuckâŠâ The hand on your back pushes you forward, completely squishing you against the wall as he tries to arch you back to how you previously were. He knows that he did it right when you start to flutter around him again and your moans ascend a few pitches.
With the other hand using all of his fingers to rub your clit back and forth, he pushes you over the edge. You clench around him as you moan into the wall, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up against it. He growls against your ear and bites down on it as he continues fucking you through your high.
He doesnât stop after youâre done. If anything it only encourages him, the ache in his veins telling him that he needs to keep going and make you feel even better. And so he does, with one hand still furiously rubbing your clit back and forth while the other now moves to your waist and holds up your slouching form.
It just squeezes you appreciatively, almost even possessively as he holds you in place when you start to flail. It doesnât become mean until in the midst of your thrashing, you move yourself just slightly to the point where he loses his angle again. He pushes his hand roughly against you and arches your back himself again, this time with a disgruntled snap.Â
âStop fucking doing that.â Heâs huffing into your ear as his hips pick up pace, going even faster than he was before. âBe good or else Iâll bend you over with nothing to lean on.â But itâs hard to control your body when painful pleasure is swimming through your body. Even more so when you feel another orgasm lurking.
âB-Baby, fuck! Give me a sec, youâre-â You cut yourself off with a shriek as the hand on your waist moves to tangle itself in your hair. It uses the grip to pull you back up to rest your back flat against his chest. His other hand finally falters at this point, instead of rubbing your clit it sinks into your thigh.
âIâm what, Honey. Tearing up your guts?â He laughs out a sound of agreement that turns into a guttural groan as his blinding thrusts finally let up. A few sharp thrusts and a series of moans fall from his lips as he empties himself out inside of you. It feels like gallons of his seed are filling your stomach, and the feeling of it leaking out onto your inner thighs is enough to make you believe thatâs the case.
If he notices, he doesnât say anything. He just stands there with his forehead against your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso, mind reeling as he comes down from such an intense high.
âBaby. You didnât cum with me at the end, did you?â Heâs more upset that he faltered that badly, but the twitch of his cock lets you both know that heâs not close to being done regardless. The question is a real testament to your faith. Lie to him and maybe bribe him to let you take a break, or tell the truth and deal with the consequences. Though, it doesnât seem like he was asking.
He pulls out and moves his hand to the small of your back. Neither of you even spared a glance at your bottoms as youâre dragged to the living room and shoved into the couch. It knocks the breath from your lungs momentarily, and itâs all the time he needs to bend you to his will. Your shoulders sink into the bottom cushions and your legs are hovering just above you as he shoves his cock inside of you again.Â
The breath is almost knocked from you again as he finds a new, rougher pace to follow. This one isnât nearly as fast but the new angle, thanks to your ankles being by his ears, sends him right where he wants to be. His previous load froths along his length as he fucks into you like your lives are on the line.Â
Your hands find home on his biceps and your nails leave deep crescent shapes along his skin as you desperately try to find something to ground yourself with. The new vigor he fucks you with makes it so that your next orgasm builds up within a minute or two. The feral stare from his lidded eyes only makes your stomach squeeze as you realize that he really has no plans to stop, even if he really wants to.Â
âFelix, baby, s-slow down. It feels w-weird.â You push against his stomach in hopes that it will slow him down, but it doesnât. He stays quiet and only responds by grabbing your wrist and shoving it into the cushion by your head; a wordless command for âHands off.â You look up just in time to see his gaze grow more intense.
He even leans forward, both of his hands moving to your thighs to fold them into your chest. His hips pick up speed once he has you folded to his liking and you find that strange feeling growing stronger. You get a glimpse of him licking his pink lips that then perk up into a menacing smile and then the feeling grows too strong, forcing your eyes closed and your legs to combat his hold.
Your body can only shake as you gush around him and he curses under his breath at the sight. Your cunt spams around him and you squirt through his merciless fucking. The wet, squelching noises combat the volume of your cries to the point where he periodically goes out of his way to thrust into you even rougher just to hear it more.
âYou hear her talking to me? Fucking shit- She really liked that, huh baby?â He laughs in disbelief and slams into you repeatedly, chasing his own sudden orgasm from watching you cum so intensely.
âThat was so fucking hot, Baby.â The whine in his voice doesnât match the cocky look on his face, but you canât be bothered to comment about it as he finishes inside of you all of a sudden. Your sensitive walls constrict around him yet again and he cums deep inside, riding his own orgasm out to the sound of your overwhelmed sobs.
His chest heaves as he catches his breath and he takes the moment to glance at a clock on the wall. Itâs been a few hours since he took the pills so they should be going down soon. He can already feel his brain going back to normal, and his thoughts are clearing up as the two of you sit there unmoving.
âYou⊠Are you ok, Honey?â Your sniffles are enough to make his heart drop into his ass, but when you look up at him the anxiety leaves his body. You smile at him through the tears and laugh as best as you can while still breathless.
âHoly shit, Felix.â He matches your chuckle and leans forward, slotting your legs on either side of his waist as he repeatedly pushes his lips against your cheek. âIâm⊠great. But you owe me for fucking me within an inch of my life like that with no warning.â
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Bonten with a reader who is literally a little princess; a girly (something like your tenjiku publication with a hyper feminine reader)
Bonten x Hyper Feminine!Reader
⥠SFW, suggestive, fem reader, fluff, reader likes dresses, skirts, heels, scrunchies, ribbons, bows and all that stuff, reader wears perfume and makeup âĄ
Characters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, Mochi, Takeomi
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note 2: my brain is simultaneously on overdrive and dead asf lol, this took me forever for no reason
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Mikey
đ Emo boy and his princess girlfriend lol
đ He doesn't mind your fashion sense and actually enjoys the pop of color and brightness you bring to his usually dark and bleak life
đ Keeps you far away from the rest of Bonten, he doesn't want nor need you getting involved in his shit
Sanzu
đž Have you seen this man's hair? Bubblegum pink đ
đž He'd probably want to match hair colors
đž He'd absolutely sort through your hair clips and such, arranging them by color and size
đž Seems calm but is actually going feral on the inside whenever he sees you in a fluffy dress
Kakucho
đ©· Buries his face in your neck because he loves the smell of your perfume
đ©· Sprays his cologne on a jacket or shirt and leaves them with you before he goes on business trips, better yet he'll leave the whole bottle
đ©· Loves when you leave kiss marks on his clothes, even though the Haitani brothers (and Sanzu lol) poke fun at him for it
Kokonoi
đ” Bought every piece of clothing and accessory you own
đ” Tries heels on before he buys them for you, probably fell while walking in them too
đ” Does your hair for you even though he could definitely pay someone to do it instead, he likes the bonding experience
Ran
đ Treats you like royalty, you look like a princess and deserve to be treated like one
đ Lets you run wild with his credit cards because anything his princess wants, she gets
đ Picks out your outfits everyday and gets pouty if you wear something other than what he picked
Rindou
đ©” Likes when you play in his hair and style it with hair clips
đ©” Let you put makeup on him once....never again lmao
đ©” He'd tie a ribbon on his arm for you, no doubt
Mochi
đĄ Wears your hair ties and scrunchies on his wrists, either you leave them with him or he just snatches them
đĄ Has probably ripped your skirt on an occasion or two, he's very heavy handed but he doesn't mean to be
đĄ Type of boyfriend to lift you up and spin you around just to see your dress flow in the wind
Takeomi
đŹ Refuses to smoke around you because he doesn't want to leave the smell of cigarettes on your pretty clothes
đŹ Constantly checking your closet for new clothes so he can know what not to buy you
đŹ Always finds your hair accessories and jewelry scattered around the house and struggles trying to find where it goes
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https://www.tumblr.com/nerdy-novelist017/754460919348740096/benny-cross-is-the-definition-of-scary-boyfriend
Ok yes but also I wanted him to protect Kathy so bad and it just. Never happened đđ
We can fix it with fanfiction ;) Enjoy another one shot to pair with my Benny x Bunny series! Again this isn't the next part, just a little idea I had!
Word Count-2.2k+
Summary- Head wounds look a lot worse than they actually are, at least that's what you were trying to tell Benny, but he was so worried, you doubt he's hearing you.
Warnings- Blood, Violence
Broken Glass (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)
The bar was crowded. Youâd never seen so many Vandals gathered in one place in a long time. With an abundance of fresh faces wearing the colors, it was almost like a completely new club.Â
Your knee bounced as anxiety manifested itself into your body. You werenât so nervous of the familiar faces that sat around your table. Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Kathy, Wahoo, Corky â those people no longer made you nervous. They were family now. It was all the onslaught of new Vandals that cursed, shouted and drank across the room.Â
A warm hand encased your knee, pressing down, firmly locking your foot to the ground. You smiled as Benny leaned into you, his lips softly touching your neck in a gentle kiss. His way of calming your nerves. And it worked every time.Â
âAlright, Iâm gonna break the bad news to âem,â Johnny announced as he stood from his chair. The bad news was that some new members of the Vandals had been running up the tab at the bar and not paying for it. An entire week had gone by without them paying for any of their drinks â and they drank a lot.
Brucie stood next to him, cranking his neck to the side with a pop. âThis oughta go over well.â
ïżœïżœIt doesnât have to be a fight,â Johnny muttered with a sigh. Despite running one of the most revered motorcycle clubs in the midwest, Johnny was surprisingly non confrontational at times. He knew what needed to be done, he just didnât like having to do it. âNot everything has to be a fight. Itâs just going to be a conversation.â
âGood luck!â you smiled, giving him a thumbs-up.Â
âThanks, kid,â Johnny answered with his usual reserved patience for you and the two left, weaving their way through the crowded room. Benny started to stand too, but you grabbed onto his arm, tugging firmly at his jacket sleeve.
âItâs not gonna be a fight, Benny. Please donât make it a fight.â You pleaded quietly, giving him your best doe-eyed look that you knew could get you almost anything you wanted.Â
âI ainât gonna make it a fight,â Benny argued but reluctantly sat back down next to you. âI can be civil.â
History begged to differ, you wanted to say but instead lifted your cold bottle of pop to your lips in an excuse not to answer. You laced your fingers with his as you brought his arm back around your shoulder, anchoring him to you.
Minutes ticked by and you fell back into a conversation with Kathy and Gail while Bennyâs attention remained focused on Johnny and the conversation across the crowded bar. Voices rose in shouting and suddenly Johnny was shoved back by one of the new Vandals members. Then fists started flying.Â
âShit,â Benny cursed and, quick as light, slid out from your booth and rushed across the bar to join the fight. You called after him hopelessly, your pleas falling on deaf ears.Â
âYou think these guys will ever think with their brains and not their dicks all the time?â Kathy asked sarcastically as she casually sipped at her beer.
The fight grew larger as more members of the club joined in, and you lost sight of Benny in the tumble. You bit your lip, eyes surveying the crowd anxiously. You hated to see him fight, having cried the first time you witnessed it. It was unfair that he put himself into danger like that, without a care in the world if he got seriously hurt. But that was a part of loving Benny; He was always ready to fight with the drop of a hat.Â
âOh no,â you gasped softly as you saw a man twice his size suddenly appear through the crowd, slamming Benny to the ground.
Standing quickly, you barely heard the warnings of Kathy and Gail for you to stay out of it over the pounding of your heart. You pushed your way through the crowd, desperate to get to Benny, to help him. Bodies knocked into you, sending your hip clashing hard against the pool table, but you continued on, stumbling as you went.Â
Finally you caught sight of him again, this time on top of the other Vandal member, beating down on him mercilessly.
âBenny!â You called out for him, but your voice was lost in the ocean of noise. Your fingertips just barely grazed his shoulder before you were knocked back.Â
Suddenly something connected with the side of your head, a sickening crashing sound, and you were knocked off your feet. White hot pain shot through your elbow as it was the first to hit the floor below you. You landed hard on your side, the wind knocked from your lungs prevented you from crying out. The side of your head erupted in hot pain from the impact and it took you a couple of seconds to even register that you were on the cold ground now. Â
Your ears immediately rang as if you were standing right below a church bell during Sunday service, drowning out all other noise. But the rest of the bar seemed to freeze in shock when they saw you go down, all stunned to see their youngest memberâs girl caught on the losing side of a fight.Â
You blinked hard, vision filling with stars, but you were able to make out the broken glass littering the floor around you. It took you longer than necessary to understand that you had been hit on the side of your head with a beer bottle. Attempting to look up to see the person who hit you, a cry left your throat at the pain of moving your head
Then thatâs when all hell broke loose for the second time in a ten minute span. Johnny appeared in your line of vision, throwing a nasty right hook against the blurry figure of the man who hit you. He went down and a crowd gathered around him, legs kicking and fists flying.Â
You blinked hard again, feeling something warm running down into your right eye as Bennyâs face suddenly materialized before you.
âBâBenny?â Your voice sounded so small and you hated the way you couldnât tell if he was real or just an illusion of the person you wanted most when you were scared.Â
âOh my god.â His voice sounded strained and you wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he was hurt, but your body felt oddly disconnected from your mind.
He moved closer to you, the glass shards crunching beneath his boots, and he slid one hand behind your back and the other under your knees. Then suddenly you were being lifted in the air, carried away from the chaos of the bar. Benny used his boot to kick open the back door and a rush of cool breeze greeted you first as he relocated you to Kathyâs pickup truck in the back parking lot. Pausing at the rear of the truck, he used the hand under your knees to lower the tailgate. He placed you into a sitting position on the bed of the truck, stepping between your legs, his face is right back in front of yours again.Â
The afternoon sun hanging low in the west gave you enough light to inspect his face for any injuries. Thereâs a split forming on his bottom lip. You reached forward and touched the injury with a fingertip, trying to gauge the severity. He would need to put ice on it before the swelling started. Although you canât find any other noticeable signs of injury, his face was so contorted in torment, in. . . something else you had never seen before. Not quite anger, youâve seen that plenty of times (never directed at you).
You tried to catch his eye, but he was so focused on the spot above your brow where your hairline met your forehead. He retrieved a bandana from his jeans and moved forward. Instinctively, you leaned away, your own hand reaching up to touch the spot that drummed with pain. Warm, sticky substance covered that place and you pulled your hand back to discover deep crimson dripping from your fingers.Â
âYouâre bleedinâ real bad,â Benny said and only then did you realize that was your blood on your fingers. He tried again and this time you didnât pull away as he gently pressed the bandana to your flesh. You gasped at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut from the sting.
âI know, baby.â His voice was barely above a whisper. âBut youâre bleedinâ real bad.â
You knew that, you wanted to say. You could see it on your fingers, that awful deep red glistening in the sunlight. Your fingers blurred slightly and you blinked a few times to try to clear your vision. But it wasnât your vision, you realized, it was your hands shaking. Suddenly aware of the sensation, you noticed your whole body was trembling.Â
Another voice sounded beside you.
âOh my god. Is she okay?â It was Kathy, you knew without even looking up.
âI need some water.â Benny said. âPlease.â
That's when you realized it was fear in his voice. Youâd never heard Benny sound so desperate, so scared. You wanted to grab his hand and tell him that you were okay, that you just needed a moment for the ringing in your ears to stop and then youâd be alright. Really, it was him that you were more worried about than anything else. You looked back up at his face, eyes falling on his split lip once more.Â
âIâIâm okay, Benny,â you whispered, reaching for the bandana.
His free hand locked around your wrist, pulling it away from your head, stopping you from removing the bandana. âDonât touch it, honey.â
The pain was subsiding, you wanted to say, even if it wasnât really. You just wanted to calm him down. He let your wrist slide through his grasp and you reached out to gently touch his lip. âAre you okay?â
âAm I okay?â he repeated incredulously, brows knitted together. âBunny, youâre bleeding like you just took on an army and youâre asking me if Iâm okay?â
âHead injuries bleed a lot more . . . Theyâre heavy bleeders because of the blood flow to your brain.â You attempted to ease his worry with your fun fact.Â
He looked unconvinced, pulling back the bandana to peek. âYeah, whereâd you hear that? One of your books?â
âYeah,â you smiled sheepishly at him and Bennyâs heart squeezed at the sight. You were so. . . small. So fragile looking sitting here with his bandana pressing against your pretty little head, legs hanging off the tailgate. Benny had to remind himself to take a breath, to focus on controlling his shaking hands. Had to tell himself to be strong for you. You needed him now. He'd be there for you.
Kathy returned with a bottle of water and Benny moved to the side a little, still firmly pressing his hand against your head. âFor her hands,â he said.
She uncapped the bottle and gently pulled your hands out over the edge as she poured a stream of the cool water to rinse the crimson from your skin. You glanced down and made a sound. âAww, no. My shirt. . .â
Benny followed your gaze to the once baby pink shirt now stained with booze and fresh anger coursed through his veins, setting his head swirling with images of strangling the man who touched his girl. You were one of the few good thing - pure thing - left in his world and the fact that someone dared to touch you, to hurt you, set Benny's jaw so tightly that he thought his teeth might crack. Â
With the creak from the backdoor opening, Johnny and Brucie came out, rounding the truck.Â
âHowâs she?â Johnny asked and Benny glanced at his friend. Whatever expression Benny must have shot him caused Johnny to grimace. He moved closer to the two, putting a comforting hand on Bennyâs shoulder. âLemme see.â
Reluctantly, Benny lowered the bandana and Johnny hummed.
âAlright, ainât that bad,â Johnny assured calmly and nodded at you as he spoke. âAinât that bad. The head bleeds a lot, always looks worse than it is.â
âSee? I told you.â You quipped, fingers finding the beltloops of his jeans and pulling him lightly. Benny sighed through his nose.Â
âSheâs gonna need stitches,â Brucie spoke from behind.Â
âCan you take her to the hospital?â Benny asked Kathy who nodded instantly as she stepped forward and replaced his hands as he moved back.
âWoah woah, what do you think youâre doinâ in the meantime?â Johnny questioned, already knowing what Benny planned to do.
âIâm gonna go kill him,â Benny declared as if it were obvious.
âNo, Bennyââ you started but Benny had already pulled away from you, making his way back to the door. He already planted the seed in his mind. He wouldnât let anyone do anything to you and still have the ability to walk above the ground. This guy needed to be six feet under already. It was Johnnyâs hand who grabbed his upper arm, Johnny who stopped him in his tracks.
âNo, Benny,â he said quietly, leaning into Bennyâs space. âYou ainât goinâ back in there.â
âHeââ Benny started, unable to get the image of you laying on the floor of the bar out of his head. He wanted to kill him. He wanted him to hurt. He didnât care if heâd be arrested for it. Heâd been arrested for a lot less before.Â
âNo,â Johnnyâs voice cut him off. âYou go take care of Bunny now. Weâll take care of this piece of shit. Hey, you hear me? Weâll take care of it.â
Benny held Johnnyâs intense gaze as he considered his next move. He wanted to be the one to take care of it, but the severity in Johnnyâs voice, the rigid way his shoulders fell up and down with his breath, the carefully selected wordsâ Benny knew that this man who hurt you would never be a problem again. Johnny wouldnât let him be because you were an integral part of the Vandals. And they protected their own.Â
âOkay,â Benny relented, taking a step back, eyes flickering to your small form still sitting on the tailgate. When he looked back at Johnny, the glint of his brass knuckles caught his eye as he pulled them from his pocket, sliding it snuggly over his fingers.
âGo take Bunny to the hospital. Weâll meet you there when weâre finished.â
"Okay," Benny repeated and he believed him.
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summary: in which leaving the past behind is not as easy as forgetting, and you want to be everything jungkook wants to know.
idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / angst, fluff / wc: 7.9k
playlist: strange by celeste / sinking by clairo / manta rays by chloe moriondo / ceilings by beabadoobee / iris (cover) by phoebe bridgers & maggie rogers
content/warnings: [deep breath] no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle / itâs their first winter as a couple / ocâs ex bf slaps oc / jk beats up the ex / blood and bruises / crying :( / mention of cheating (not in our mainâs rs we donât tolerate that in this household :]) / mention of s*x / jimin as both their older brother and friend :(
in which masterlist!
note: greeting 2024 with angst woopsie⊠i literally ugly sobbed writing a particular scene T_T⊠anwww i hope itâs a good read <3 as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! iâd love to hear your thoughtsss đ„ș
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the word VICTORY flashes across the screen.
with a proud smirk adorning his lips, jungkook pushes down his headphones to hang around his neck.
he rises from his seat, resting his crossed arms over the partition dividing the computer that youâre renting from his.
âhi, baby. are you almost done?â
he chuckles to himself when he realizes that you didnât hear him, not with the music blasting from your headphones. you direct your attention upwards when endless song by no reply is abruptly put on pause; the cushions of the headphones are pressed up against your cheek by your boyfriendâs doing.
âwhat?â
âhi, baby. are you almost done?â
âoh, yesâŠâ your focus returns to the screen, fast fingers dancing along the keyboard without an ounce of hesitation weighing on them. âi just⊠need to⊠send the file to my email.â
jungkook blinks at the long rows of words youâre masterfully curating, thinking to himself â how the hell do you think and type that fast at the same time?
it was his suggestion to stay at a pc bang tonight so you could be together while you each do your own thing. he spent his half of his day-off playing games, and during that time, you worked on your research paper and finished an essay that isnât even due for another week. you took a break every hour, munched on some snacks, and cheered him on while he was diligently playing. perhaps he couldâve done something more productive today, but it couldnât have made him happier.
he holds out the last slice of gimbap in between chopsticks, lightly poking your lips, and his heart flutters when you offer him a sweet smile after welcoming the big bite with some difficulty, cheeks full and nose scrunched.
âis there anything else you want to eat?â
you shake your head, and unable to speak while chewing, you gesture for water as if youâre playing charades.
a kiss is granted to your forehead.
when he comes back with a bottled water, all your tabs have been closed and youâre wearing your white beret again, re-organizing your belongings in your backpack.
âready to leave?â he inquires as he hands your order.
you hum as a reply, standing from your seat as you swing the backpack over your head to wear it with little to no effort.
jungkook thinks youâre so cool.
you visit the restroom as he settles the bill. when you come out, heâs already pulling out a credit card from his wallet. you decide to head straight for the door then, wait for him outside as the air inside the room has started to feel a little too stuffy after you stepped away from the computer.
youâve always thought about itâ how time stands still when you experience something traumatic, how that moment feels stretched for eternity⊠how utterly barbaric that is. youâre forced to memorize frames of the origin of your scars, relive it over and over again, eyes closed and open. moments of happiness, on the other hand, are fleeting. they are sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. getting out of bed is scooping them in your hands and praying that they will hold on to you in the following rotations and revolutions of the earth. they never do.
there he stood at the bottom of the stairs, just as horrified as you.
his face is the last thing you want to see on a winter night.
because you still recall the amalgamation of emotions in his eyes two winters ago. his skin was flushed from the cold, but he turned redder with anger and your stomach coiled in shame.
âjuwon?â
the name felt odd in your mouth. itâs like when you eat a food you havenât had in a long time, and it doesnât quite taste like you remember it.
and to be honest, you didnât know what you expected to happen when he carried on to climb the remaining steps that led to you. but it definitely wasnât⊠this.
the first hand to carress your bare body, as if it was in disbelief of its existence, and the rings you used to blindly adoreâ they collide with your cheek with a sound that resonates in your eardrums.
the slap thins out into a ringing noise.
âare you insane?!â
it continues to assault your hearing even as you scream and hit him back.
it ends when someone bumps against your shoulder in a haste, and the next thing you register is juwon lying on the ground with jungkook sitting on top him, balled fist throwing unforgiving punches at your ex-boyfriendâs face. juwon is held hostage by the shock and is unable to reciprocate jungkookâs aggression. he attempts to fight back but your boyfriend dodges easily.
âjungkook! stop, stop, stop!â
you run down the stairs with panic thundering in your chest, nearly in tears as you forcefully grasp at the back of jungkookâs coat to pull him away, but with his strength and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, your efforts prove to be fruitless.
âyou fucking bastard! iâm gonna kill you!â
âthatâs enough-â you cry out. âplease!â
âhow dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend like that, huh?!â
he is furious, gripping the collar of juwonâs sweater and slamming him to the ground.
âyour girl?â coughing, juwon faces the side to spit out the blood in his mouth, which then shapes into an arrogant smirk. âdidnât you know? ____ was mine first. i was the first!â
the next punch he receives cuts his lower lip open, and a stronger metallic taste assaults his tongue.
âjungkook!â
before jungkook could inflinct more permanent damage, you resort to holding back his arm with both of your hands.
your gazes connect, and your heart drops to your stomach. he is seething with anger. your blood runs cold and a thick haze clouds your thinking. you canât move your limbs. what do you do? what do you do? what do you do?
â____, let go. iâm not fucking finished with him.â
âplease,â you beg, ignorant of the tears that have begun to slide down your cheeks. âthatâs enough. look at him!â
âand why should i care?â he spits out as he shrugs you off.
âah, jungkook! i said thatâs enough! why wonât you listen to me?!â
your desperate tantrum falls on deaf ears. you squeeze your eyes shut when he re-assumes his stance, tucks his thumb over his folded fingers, exactly what he taught you about making a proper fist to avoid injuring oneâs self when boxing.
âstop it! youâre scaring me!â
that throws a bucket of ice over jungkookâs head. the anger in his eyes is replaced by vacancy, and with that, juwon seizes the opportunity to finally strike him with a jab and escape from underneath him. jungkook finds himself pushed aside on the ground with a throbbing cheek, mostly likely to be noticeably bruised in the next hours.
âlove-â you gasp, and you rush over to him but your path gets rudely obstructed by your ex.
âis this the guy you cheated on me with?â
he is extremely near that you can feel him panting on your face. two years later, your stomach coils in disgust. your glare is venomous, and if only looks could kill, if only looks could killâŠ
âjust leave, wonât you? whatâs the point of all this?â you roughly push him away with your remaining shred of energy, driven by exhaustion and frustration. âit was so long ago! get a fucking grip!â
he huffs in disbelief as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. it also drips from his nose and eyebrow. strange enough, you do not feel guilt nor compassion for this man. not anymore.
âare you seriously crying just because he got punched one timeâŠ? isnât that a little unfair? you loved me too. once.â he snickers, but he is visibly pissed off. he can no longer look at you in the eye. âshit, is he that much of a better fuck than me?â
your skin crawls. bile creeps up your throat. technically speaking, this is the consequence of your own actions, but you canât help but to be resentful.
âyou areâŠâ your voice trembles, but your glare remains unwavering. âstill as despicable and shallow as ever⊠and i donât regret what i did.â
and it may have been a long time ago, but you still know how to hit him where it hurts the mostâ his ego.
you purposely bump against his shoulder as you make your way to jungkook, leaving him speechless as he stares at the ground. the night the two of you broke up, you were crying and begging him for forgiveness⊠what the fuck happened?
âletâs go home.â you demand quietly while refusing to meet jungkookâs stareâ a mix of confusion, offense, and rage.
but the thing about juwon? he always needs to have the last word.
âyou better keep a close eye. you might think you know ____, but whores never change. especially those who became one so young.â
âdude, how are you still speaking?!â
itâs too late when you realize that jungkook has left your side. he swings at juwonâs face with a force that sends the man stumbling backwards. he completely loses balance then collapses on the ground with a curse that almost misses your ears.
âdonât ever go near ____ again! donât even think of it! if you show your face to me again, i might really end up fucking killing you. you hear me?!â
â
jungkook doesnât recall a time when he felt a rage this intense and consuming. witnessing you get slapped, his vision went dark and he was shaking with fury. everything was a blur after that, but he knew one thing: this man violated the most precious person to him, and he wonât allow him to get away with that unscathed.
and that must be why he feels restless until now. neither one of you has dared to utter a word for the past couple of minutes. he canât see your face as youâre walking ahead of him, leading the way with his wrist in your cold hand. however, he can hear your sniffles, and he can see you wiping your tears dry with the back of your hand. he thought he has experienced heartbreak, but this pain cuts deeper than anything he has ever felt.
âbaby, letâs go back.â
he breaks the silence, standing infront of you to stop you on your tracks. he almost reeks of desperation as he intertwines your fingers together.
âplease? there should be a cctv camera infront. we can sue him.â
âare you even hearing yourself? youâll also get into trouble!â
his insistence only fuels the urge to cry and scream and break things. itâs an understatement to say that youâre ashamed. it was foolish of you, really, to assume that leaving the past behind would be as easy as forgetting. it may be out of sight but it is everywhere, and it sneaks up on you without tell and mercy.
âyou attacked him out of nowhere! he can sue you for that too!â
âout of nowhere?â he repeats your words slowly, hurt flashing across his face. âi was protecting you, ____! who knows what else he couldâve done? and the shit he was talking about you? was i just supposed to stand there and do nothing?â
âand iâm protecting you too! why did you even have to punch him again?! he was obviously just trying to provoke you! god, i-â you release the air in your lungs you didnât realize youâve been holding. âthank god he didnât see your face.â
that struck a nerve for some reason. he harshly rips off the mask that has been concealing half of his face all along.
âhe hit you! look- fuck, youâre bleeding-â
oh, his rings mustâve grazed you.
jungkook brings out a clean white handkerchief from the backpocket of his pants, pressing it softly against your cheek. the sharp sting forces you to grit your teeth. itâs not only the wound⊠your skin is still warm and tender from the assault. youâre terrified to look at the mirror. you donât want to feel sorry for yourself.
âand thatâs what youâre really worried about right now?â
âokay, then iâm sorry for caring about my boyfriend and his career! iâm sorry, okay?!â
he dies a little inside when you harshly push his hand aside.
so this is what it feels like to be at the other end of your anger⊠shitty. it feels really shitty. after what happened, there is no sadness or fear. the twinkle in your eyes have been replaced with sharp daggers and it is gutwrenching to watch. it clicks for him then: you werenât scared of him. you were scared for him.
he doesnât allow you to go further than ten feet away. he seizes your arm before sneaking his hand on your waist to tug you closer to his body.
âyou think iâm letting you out of my sight again? itâs not happening!â
you click your tongue in exasperation, left with no choice but to admit defeat as he hails the approaching taxi. you cover your face to hide from the blinding headlights.
ever the gentleman, jungkook opens the door for you.
âget in, ____.â
and the first thought that enters your mind: the air freshener is nauseating. it has to be something mixed with lemon.
you roll the window down as your boyfriend dictates the address of your destination to the taxi driver. not yours, but his. you send him an unimpressed scowl, but he only looks back at you challengingly under the warm dim light. the soft cloth is placed over your wound again, rudely snatched as you turn away from him. you hold it on your own as you watch the world outside the window, streetlamps with blurry light streaks and homes you will never set foot into. in the midst of your musing, you register the weight on your head, or its lack thereof. your beret landed on the ground in the aftermath of the first strike. what is there left to lose?
you thought you could be happy at last, but beside you is another soul youâve stained with your bloody hands.
juwon was right, you never change.
â
âi still donât think itâs right that i know the password.â you whisper as you push the door open.
âbut i have a key to your house. whatâs the difference?â
âi donât knowâŠâ you begin removing your boots, carefully placing each one in the middle level of the shoe rack. âyou live with six other people.â
ânamjoon-hyung and yoongi-hyung are in their studios. the others went home.â
you enter the living room with jungkook hugging you from behind. his cheek rests on top of your shoulder, and he doesnât want to let you go. the ride here was suffocating. he thought you wouldnât talk to him for the rest of the night anymore.
you blink at jimin who is sprawled out on the sofa, a gray blanket that matches his sweatpants is covering his naked torso.
âwhy does he sleep here? doesnât he have a bed?â
âthe sofa is more comfortable.â he mumbles loud enough for you to hear as he opens his eyes halfway, but then he gives up and closes them again, curling in on himself to resume his slumber.
âokay⊠now i know what to get you for your birthday.â
for a brief second jungkook assumes that youâre joking, but you sounded way too nonchalant.
âa sofa?â
âa new mattress,â you blankly stare back at him, before proceeding to break free from his embrace to search for the bathroom.
he follows you like a lost puppy, whining. âwhy does he already have a birthday gift and i donât?!â
âquiet!â
he winces. âsorry, hyung!â
â
youâre perched in the space between jungkookâs thighs, legs swung over one of them as he tenderly presses a cold compress against your left cheek. youâve changed into the pair of pink cooky pajamas he wore a few times and has kept in his closet specially for you. sinking into his mattress, drowsiness has also begun to seep into the depths of your bones. itâs been an arduous week, and youâre exhausted of fighting in every sense of the word.
âhe deserves more than what he got away with.â he mutters through gritted teeth.
âjungkook, enough.â you chide at him with a sigh. âletâs just forget about this.â
âyour face is going to be bruised for atleast a week! how am i supposed to âjust forgetâ? are you hearing yourself?â
your rhetoric question from earlier comes back to gnaw at your thread-like sanity. you feel backed into a corner. you canât think of a solution that will put this issue at rest, much less make either one of you feel better.
âheâs not worth it.â
âyou are to me.â he declares.
itâs impossible to argue with that. you want it to stay true. you want him to keep believing in you.
âiâm tired.â you whisper, removing yourself from his lap. âletâs go to sleep.â
he gazes at you with longing.
you are lying on his bed but you have never felt so far away.
âare we really not going to talk about this?â
ânot now. iâm tired, jungkook.â
âbabyâŠâ
âjuwon is a terrible person, but i had it comingâŠâ you mumble. âthatâs all there is to it.â
foreboding silence falls upon the bedroom. you canât bring yourself to look at jungkook, so you close your eyes and pray that when the sun rises, this night will simply turn out to be a nightmare orchestrated by your wicked mind.
âwhatever that is, it doesnât warrant what he did.â he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart into a thousand shards. âand iâm sorry that i couldnât stop it from happening.â
â
jungkook returns after his shower, not yet done with drying his dripping hair with a towel. youâve drifted off to sleep in the time that he was gone, lips slightly parted open as you breathe out puffs of air in a steady rhythm. your hair is a halo and youâre an angel snoozing on a cloud.
he heard it loud and clear, and you havenât denied it either, but thereâs not a part of him that believes it. is he blindly in love with you? is this what he was warning him about? are you not an angel, but a siren?
wary of waking you up, he attaches a bandaid to your cheek. he flicks the lightswitch but he turns on the night lamp so you wonât have to manuever the dark incase you wake up in the middle of the night in need of the bathroom.
shit, shit, shit. he curses in his head when you begin shuffling as soon as he settles himself on the bed, but itâs just you unknowingly seeking for warmth in your sleep. he gathers you in his arms and your pillow is abandoned in favor of his naked chest. it always feels fitting, like his heart is the stuffed toy that you canât go without at night.
he swallows the lump in his throat, brushing your hair away from your face to gently caress your soft skin. you look so serene. but your exâs fingers can be traced on the red bruise that has tainted your cheek and his jaw clenches, hand momentarily balling into a fist to release the leftover anger still boiling in his blood. everyday, you feel the need to act tough because of people like him, and you are⊠but deep down, he knows, that you just crave to be loved.
âyou loved me too. once.â
however, that has lost its meaning when juwon didnât love you the way you deserved to be loved.
and jungkook admits itâs not as easy for him to do in a whole different dimension. he leads a kind of life not everyone survives, but that never stopped him for trying his damn hardest.
â
youâre awoken in the middle of the night by jungkookâs forehead accidentally knocking against yours. his snoring doesnât cease, however, and you had to remind yourself that this is the same boy who continued sleeping despite rolling off his inflated sleeping bag on camera.
you slowly sit up as you rub the sleep from your eyes. you spend an unknown amount of time spaced out, barely blinking. afterwards, you force yourself to leave the comfort of the bed, taking the cold compress along with you. you drain the melted ice over the kitchen sink before opening the refrigerator to refill it with ice cubes. you canât help but to allow your eyes to wander around, which then leads you to contemplate on whether to cook ramen or not⊠but then again, itâs already 3am and most likely, you wonât be able to sleep again if you do.
âyah! why are doing just standing there?â
the deep voice echoes throughout the kitchen. you yelp in shock, nearly dropping the ice bag as you tap on your pounding chest.
âi told you to stop doing that!â
jimin bursts into a fit of too delighted giggles, hunched over the kitchen counter as he places a hand over his belly. heâs fully clothed this time, fresh from the shower, judging from his hair.
âitâs not funny!â you whine. âone of these days i might be holding a knife when you do that!â
âey, what would you be holding a knife for? jungkook never lets you lift a finger while youâre here.â
thatâs just because he knows youâre not very talented in the kitchen.
the wide smile on his face then fades, expression morphing into one of concern as he studies your face bathed by the refrigerator light.
âwhat happened to your face?â
fuck, youâve completely forgotten about that.
âitâs a long story.â you sigh, closing the refrigerator.
âitâs alright. i have all the time in the world to listen.â
âyou know that i really appreciate that and iâm grateful butâŠâ your smile borders on a wince. âno, you donât. get some more sleep, please.â
your unexpected response causes jimin to scratch his head shyly. the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before laughing at the same time.
âoh, thatâs right!â you pause on your tracks when an essential item pops in your mind. âdo you have healing ointment? for cuts and bruises and stuff?â
âitâs for jungkook,â you add.
âdoesnât he have that?â
âitâs not here,â
your sweet smile tells jimin everything he needs to know.
âah, that kid really comes home to different houses now. heâs all grown up.â
ââŠand how many exactly?â you arch an eyebrow.
he purses his lips together, jokingly pretending to think hard. âthe dorm⊠and then his family⊠then thereâs you?â
âanywhere else?â
ânope!â
âsooo, do you have it or not?â
âiâll go downstairs and buy it right now.â
he offers you a kind smile and pats on the head. a protest dies down in your throat as he goes straight for the front door.
âthank you!â
âyouâre welcome!â
â
despite your active efforts to avoid making any sort of noise, the door produces a small âclickâ as you cautiously close it behind you. you discover that jungkook has flipped over to face your side, his arm outstretched as if he was reaching out for you. you almost feel bad for leaving him alone in bed, so you sit next to him, positioned on the lower half of the bed since he took up your space.
a short snore escapes him, one that rises then falls so abruptly, like a note on the piano pressed on accident. you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle.
how adorable. you have grown to tolerate, and even adore, his snoring.
stolen kisses on his bruised knuckles, tiny and featherlight, apologetic most of all. their bad condition brought upon by boxing worsened when he used his dominant hand bare, knuckles of his two longest fingers ripped. it seems that he did the bare minimum by putting a stop to the bleeding then washing them clean, then nothing else. he didnât even tell you, didnât complain or show any sign that he was in pain.
you hold the cold compress over his bruises, switching between his cheek and knuckles, mindful of not touching the wounds as to not aggravate him in his sleep.
youâve been stripped down bareâ your pride and dignity dismantled into pieces that create a picture of you that you do not like⊠but could be the love and sincerity in your heart be enough to live by? even if no one is awake to witness it?
youâre saved from drowning in your thoughts by the front door being unlocked. for the second time, you tiptoe your way out of jungkookâs bedroom.
âthis is for wounds, and thenâŠâ jimin returns the tube inside the paper bag to grab the other. âthis one, for bruises.â
âthank you. iâll pay you back.â
âyah!â jimin expands his eyes threateningly, which you mimic in challenge as you hug the paper bag to your chest. âiâm also your older brother, okay? i should do these things for you.â
you scrunch your nose, to express disagreement at first, but later on it only makes your smile appear brighter.
âdoesnât it hurt you to smile? please use them well too, ____. do you understand? thatâs why i bought the biggest ones!â
it does hurt.
âthank youâŠâ you reply shyly.
youâve forgotten how it feels like to be taken care of by family.
â
âbaby, where did you go?â
jungkookâs raspy voice is music to your ears.
he woke up a mere minute ago, caught in the middle of sitting up on the bed once it caught up to his sleep-muddled brain that youâre no longer beside him.
ânowhere,â
you sit at the edge of the bed without another word, putting his hands over your lap to apply the healing cream to his afflictions.
his eyelids flutter in sleepiness as he watches your every movement.
a small dollop at the pad of your finger, transferred over his torn knuckle and smeared with the lightest of touch. occasionally your finger pauses, unsure, calculatingâ the last thing it wants is to hurt him.
he kisses your lipsâ he feels suspended in timeâhasnât quite reconnected with reality and with his body. wide-eyed, you seem taken aback by the display of affection. his mouth then softly curves with fondness.
âi love you.â
âi love you, too.â you whisper timidly.
your actions have become hurried, but jungkook is far too drowsy to notice your discomfort.
for the final part, you rub the cream on the bruise on his cheek. you press a kiss on the corner of his lips. âall done. go back to sleep.â
âletâs go,â
he hooks his arm under your knees, eager to carry you over to your side of the bed, but he gets interrupted by your protest.
âwait, wait, wait- i need to pee first.â
âwha- hurry!â he complains with a peeved frown, which you fail to catch a glimpse of because he has squeezed you taut against his body. âi wonât be able to sleep without you here.â
â
eternally cursed with the ability to feel too much of everything.
you push your back against the bathroom door, breathing heavy and labored as you blindly pat around for its lock. the click serves as the cue for your salty tears to drip from the edges of your eyelashes, cascading down, down, down your chin. some of them crash on the collar of your pajama top, the rest on the white tiled floor. this room is a stranger to your shipwreck, but old habits die hard.
the intense pressure of the water collides with the porcelain sink. rain and thunder and the gusts of wind being your gasps for air. an isolated storm undetected in the city of seoul youâre forced to brave alone, on the floor, tucked into yourself to protect the beating sacredness inside your ribcage. the sobs claw their way up your throat rather than soaring like exhales do.
no one has ever raised their hand at you. not even your parents. not even when you broke your grandmotherâs precious china, or lost their big paper bills to the wind, or cursed at them for embarrassing you infront of your friends.
you want to be mad and say that juwon deserved what he got. you want to say that you hope his nose is broken. but you donât know how one is supposed to react when something like that happens. you donât know if it justifies everything after that. if the roles were reversed and you slapped him, wonât no one bat an eye?
âŠand you know jungkook has questions you still havenât figured out how to answer. you know he now has reasons to doubt you. you know in his eyes, you may now be a hypocrite and not the advocate he adored. these days, you donât really want to be seen as anything less or more than who you are, but you so desperately wish to be someone he is proud to love.
you feel mocked for even daring to dream of it.
âiâm tired, iâm tired, iâm tired.â
incoherent mumbles further stirs the unbridled chaos.
âiâm so sick of this. why⊠why do bad things keep happening to me?â
you donât expect an answer but you yearn for some sort of meaning. you donât mind suffering but you wish it could only be to an extent where you donât have to fear.
echoes of rumbles and thunder. youâre nearer the sky but farther from heaven.
â
itâs been more than a week. youâve been waking up with a gaping hole in the middle of your torso. you climb out of bed, cover up your cheek with make-up, good as new, and go about your day as if nothing happened. life on its own is already too much of a burden for you.
jungkook checks up on you everyday, though, despite his busy schedule. mostly through the phone, and whenever he can, he goes straight to where you are after work to dote on you no matter the time. he kisses you on the cheek, claims himself to have healing properties, and says i love you. and during those periods of time you were together, he hasnât said another word about the incident. and it has been driving you absolutely insane.
you glance down at him, sat on the floor with an ipad balanced on top of his propped up knees, wearing one of your anti-radiation glasses as he finds himself absorbed in drawing the view a foot away from him. you.
âwhy do you keep looking at me?â he scolds you lightheartedly. âgo back to studying so we can go to sleep.â
âcanât help it,â you mumble as you reposition your pen over the paper. youâve been reorganizing your notes the whole night for your upcoming tests, but your mind keeps flying everywhere else. âmy boyfriendâs too pretty.â
âah, it canât be helped then. sorry about that.â he smirks cockily, pulling the dramatics by switching his eyes between you and his back. âshould⊠should i turn around then?â
âdid you box again?â
the accusation is spat out before you can think twice.
âoh, you did. your knuckles are all messed up again.â
he pouts, crossing his legs. âbut baby, i have to train... i wrapped my hands properly!â
âstill,â you sigh. âcanât you just let them heal for a little while?â
you turn to the cabinet on your other side to bring out the pouch of healing ointments youâre now suspecting he brought and didnât accidentally leave behind.
you lay out your hand, and jungkook puts his on top of yours, dragging himself close.
you both smile when you see that he has laid his hands over your thighs like heâs getting a manicure. silly boy. you pull them closer by his fingers so you can reach his red knuckles.
âwhy are you trying so hard?â
your finger is stained with his blood. your voice is as gentle as your touches, and thatâs why it hurts.
jungkook doesnât know either. heâs been trying to extinguish his leftover anger and bitterness through work and boxingâ suppressing the onslaught of negative thoughts threatening to poison what the two of you have. jungkook doesnât want to know. he doesnât want anything to change. right now, he canât afford them to.
âthereâs no one to fight.â
âturns out there is,â he argues.
he regrets it as soon as your hand trembles.
âitâs okay⊠to ask. weâre in a relationship. youâre entitled to know things like that.â your eyes are unafraid again, and it scares him, like youâre always prepared to let him go. âi wonât get offended, or anything like that. if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âi trust you,â he says simply. âso i donât need to know. especially if talking about it makes you uncomfortable. itâs okay⊠weâre okay, baby.â
stillness washes over the room like a tide that swallows everything up, and for a moment jungkook is convinced that the two of you will never bring it up again.
but the words you utter next are a punch to the gut.
they almost sound like a plead.
âbut i canât live my life that way, jungkook.â
strands of your hair descend to your face, framing it perfectly, but your eyes become hidden from view. you rip a bandaid open and blanket it over his two knuckles, still wounded as before, if not worse.
âif you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to knowâŠâ because there will be things iâd want to tell you, but wouldnât feel the need to.
âthen tell me,â he replies, prompted by a renewed determination. âi donât just intend to be with you for a long time. i want way more than that.â
â
jungkook fiddles with the hello kitty bandaid using his thumb, mind reeling and grappling to process the overload of information told by your storytelling voice. all of a sudden, heâs grateful that you decided to lie down on the bed for this conversation.
âjuwon was your boyfriend before me, no?â
âno, no, no. he wasâŠâ your lips part as if you have something more left to say, but you eventually give up. âyup, no.â
âso you found out that heâs been cheating on you for-for two mo-â
âthree-â
âthree months, and youâŠâ he blinks. âslept with a stranger and let him catch you?â
âi was really petty. i was seventeen after all⊠my pride couldnât take it. my friends- they tried to stop me but⊠but all i could think of was how to make him feel the way i was feeling.â your voice sounds small, smaller as you squeeze yourself into his side and curl up to hide your face. âso i let him think i was the bad guy.â
he understands that you were vengeful, but he doesnât know if you comprehend the scale of what you have done.
âhe looked so sad and hurt that i started to feel guilty. i donât know if i was still acting when i was apologizing to him.â you scoff with eyebrows knitted together. âi felt so dirty⊠i still feel like a bad person, you know?â
you took the face of juwonâs demons and he didnât like what he saw.
âi had it coming,â â he now has a grasp of what you meant before.
âso how has he been doing this to me for such a long time? how does he stomach it? knowing what i was going through? thatâs what i thought⊠it makes me so upsetâŠâ
jungkook doesnât try to assess you as you speak. he only listens, until your voice cracks. his heart is split into two as tears flood your eyes, escaping past the corners and slipping down to soak the fabric of his t-shirt.
you sniffle. âand the sex wasnât even that great. i regret it even more.â
he flinches, abruptly squeezing his eyes shut. not that great? okay⊠okay. the mental image of you being physically intimate with someone that isnât him definitely doesnât sicken him to his core. at all. nope, nope, nope.
âfuck, baby, please,â he groans as if he is in pain, putting an arm over his eyes. âhearing about you have sex with other guys is making me want to punch something again. fuck.â
âthatâs what you took away from the story?â
âyes!â he exclaims with conviction. âwe shouldâve met a year earlier. i wouldâve let you use me!â
you gasp, scandalized. âoh my god! jungkook!â
âargh-â he animatedly clutches at his chest that caught your fist.
âyouâre crazy!â
âuhuh, about you.â he proudly replies, pulling you closer to his side, as if that was still possible.
the subtle upwards of the corners of your lips gives him a sense of relief. he tenderly cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the bruise that has turned a darker shade of blue and purple.
âlisten to me, i- iâm not here to tell you whatâs right or wrong. iâm not that type of person. but what i can do tell you is that thisâŠâ he briefly shakes his head. âdidnât change the way i see you at all. he hurt you. he cheated and you were hurt, ____.â
your eyes gleam with uncertainty, a fresh wave of tears threatening to escape. âare you sure?â
âof course i am. why wouldnât i be sure?â
âbecause youâre crazy about me.â
the sweet innocence of your eyelashes fluttering elicits a chuckle from him. youâre so fucking cute.
âthatâs the reason iâm sure.â he tilts up your chin to plant a kiss to your lips, mumbling. âiâve never been wrong about anything iâm crazy about.â
âthank you,â you say quietly, melting into his embrace. you nuzzle your face against his chest, and at last, you grant your eyes rest. âi can finally sleep peacefully again.â
fuck, itâs been weighing on you this whole time and he didnât know.
âiâm sorry i only dated assholes before you.â
âaish, why would you be sorry about such a thing?â he kisses the top of your head, gentleness contradicting his following sentence. âiâd crush each one of those assholes for you.â
and heâd beat himself up the worst if he ever becomes one of them.
you yawn, sniffling right after. âmhm, i bet you will.â
he carefully rolls over to the side so he can wrap both arms around you, and you keen in contentment.
âjungkook?â
âyes, baby?â he coos.
âi⊠really⊠love you so, so, so much. you are⊠the one person iâd die for before i hurt.â
goddammit, itâs an angel sleeping in his arms.
âthatâs a relief to hear. youâre very smart and scary when youâre mad.â
âeh, jungkook! i swear iâve grown up! iâm not like that anymore!â
âokay, okay!â he laughs at your childish whining and squirming as he ushers you back in his embrace. âi believe you! i trust you! i love you too!â
â
although you spend more nights together in your apartment for your safety and convenience, in all honesty, you like staying over at jungkookâs more. his smell evokes the sentiment of home, and when you stay long enough, it becomes a temporary part of you. youâre gradually more well-versed in the organized and unorganized corners of his room. you like that you know where he keeps the safety pins and you know to be careful when walking so you wonât trip over his dumbbells he leaves lying around. and itâs a little ridiculous but⊠you like that his mattress is on the floor and you donât really know why.
your boyfriend is still blissfully asleep as you climb over him, landing on the floor without a sound like a veteran spy. however, you rush to step out of the room before the rumbling of your empty stomach could wake him up.
âyah, thief! what do you think youâre doing?!â
âfuck!â the pack of ramen hits the floor when your hands fly to your chest to clutch at your painfully pounding heart. âi swear to god, youâre going to kill me one day!â
and unsurprisingly, your chagrin is countered yet again with jiminâs all too pleased laughter.
â____, you look so suspicious! why are you using a flashlight? we have electricity! we can pay for it!â
âi donât like it too bright, okay?â you grumble as you pick up your supposed midnight meal.
âletâs just turn on this one then.â
âuh-â the objection dies down in your throat when the light over the dining table was switched on.
âiâm hungry, too. grab two more packs of ramyeon, please.â
âwhoâs the other one for?â
jimin fills the pot with water from the sink while you pick up two more of the same pack from the pantry.
âjust us. donât you agree that one pack is too small for one person?â
âitâs just enough for me though?â you rip open the packs one by one to retrieve the packets of seasonings. âwith your job, though, iâd definitely have a bigger appetite.â
âalright,â he pouts, pretending to be upset. âletâs have just two then.â
âno, no, no-â you chase his hand, tightly gripping the last pack that he stole. âletâs have three! letâs have three! i didnât eat dinner!â
â
âmy mom brought a lot of kimchi yesterday. thereâs an entire box in the fridge. iâll pack you some before you leave later.â
âput some more in,â you say cutely as you peer down at the pot of ramen beside jimin. âplease?â
he chuckles, adhering to your request before handing the container to you.
âthank you!â
you hop on the counter infront of the stove, chewing on a mouthful of kimchi with a joy akin to a child receiving a sweet treat. leaving the ramen to cook for the next five minutes, jimin sits a few feet away.
âaigoo, are you that hungry?â
âthis is so delicious!â you praise his motherâs cooking instead of answering the question. âi can really eat this on its own.â
âey, donât fill yourself up yet! we have a lot of ramyeon to eat!â
âsorry, sorry!â
your giggles fill the apartment with warmth during this freezing winter. jimin didnât doubt it when jungkook said that you light up every room you enter, he just didnât expect that he would also gain a friend.
âhowâs your cheek?â
âas you can see,â you motion at your face. âyellow. soooo⊠uglier.â
âthat means itâs healing well.â
âi know,â the apples of your cheek become plump as your lips curve. âit no longer hurts to smile.â
âthatâs a relief to hear,â he returns your kind smile. âjungkook has been worried about you.â
thatâs the end of what he can tell you. jungkook wonât be pleased if you learn that he cried when he talked about the horrible thing that happened to you.
âthank you,â
âhuh? for what?â
âbeing jungkookâs happiness.â
from his peripheral vision, he perceives your surprise. however, he is too flustered to meet your eyes while he is speaking from the bottom of his heart.
âthe past year was physically and mentally draining for the team. as you know, we⊠we were considering giving up and disbanding. and of course itâs hard on all of us, but iâm really, really worried about jungkook. but!â
he chuckles at the dramatic rise of his own voice.
âiâm less worried now that youâre in his life. and iâm not saying this to put pressure on you or anything! but you see, when heâs tired, he bounces back quickly because of you. heâs smiling more because of you. and i know it goes it also goes the other way around. mhmm⊠i-i guess what iâm saying is that i hope you can continue being each otherâs strength? be each otherâs cheerleader?â
you have begun to feel emotional as you listened to his sincere and heartwarming words, but you canât help but to cackle at the fact that you just witnessed the park jimin say the word âcheerleaderâ while daintily waving his hands around as they were holding pompoms. how awfully endearing.
ââŠor something like that.â
uncontrollable giggles vibrate his body, dramatically slipping down the counter and onto the tiled floor to enshroud himself in extreme sheepishness.
âah, ____! this is driving me crazy! donât laugh!â
âwhat are you doing lying on the floor?â you playfully scold him, recording with your phone in secret. âwhy do i suddenly feel like the older one?â
âwhatâs with the noise?â
you whip your head around, wide curious eyes greeted with a shirtless jungkook who is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
âis that ramyeonâŠ? i want some too.â
jimin groans when he feels your foot poke him lightly.
âmister, can we add more? my googie is hungry too.â
â
âhyung, ____ told me something recently that really put a lot of things into perspective.â
and with that, jimin pours another bottle of beer in his and jungkookâs ice-filled mugs. âlet me hear it.â
âif you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know. at first i didnât understand what it meant? then after we talked, something clicked for me. ahhh, i see it now. ____ didnât want us to trust each other blindly⊠because that⊠that isnât a good⊠foundation? for something that i want to last for a very long time. you, me, the members⊠donât we all trust each other because we know that weâre good people to our core and weâre good at what we do? isnât that why we have come this far, and why we keep going? besides army, of course!â
jimin blinks lazily, glossy eyes from the alcohol underneath it all. âthatâs right. we wouldnât have started this anyway⊠without that kind of trust. i donât think itâs a connection you can just build with anyone too.â
âoh, thatâs it. thatâs right!â
âliving together for a long time doesnât guarantee it.â
âexactly.â jungkook nods repeatedly, probably too passionately, a guaranteed ticket for a hangover later on. âwe talked about that last time too.â
âright? so we should protect it⊠maintain it⊠never lose sight of our purposeâŠâ
the lack of words that follow does not equate to silence. glasses clink against each other and teeth rip bags of chips open and noodles are slurped. theyâre overseas and they canât go to a korean restaurant and grill their own meat. the hotel steak would take forever to arrive and quite frankly, they had it yesterday and it was not good. this is not exactly ideal, but it has its own charm.
jungkook takes another swig of the bittersweet alcohol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards.
â____ has become an important part of my life that i would do anything to protect too. how do i say itâŠ?â he exhales to relieve the heavy weight on his chest. âi feel like i gained more purpose in life, hyung⊠to be honest, i might have a harder time because of that. i know it but⊠iâm happy. seriously, iâm happy.â
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âŠ..so what was you saying about the gym, boo? iâm waitinggg.
êš i put that boy on rock rock. jey u.
- small little thot if i must say. LMAO yall i workout to fergalicious, and i love that little âI PUT THEM BOYS ON ROCK ROCK.â so im like deg imagine putting jey on rock rock. i also imagine that song where beyonce sings, âlet me sit this asssssâŠon you.â
- YALL I GOT A SINUS INFECTION FROM HELL. WTF. also iâm still working on a masterlist and i need a bit of help. if anyone specializes in those hmu pls. xoxo love you.
warnings: smut, thumb in b, no protection, oral, minors dni.
you unzipped your pink lululemon jacket as heat began to overtake your form. you finished 30 minutes on the stair master on level 6. sweat beads dripped from the top of your chest drenching your white juicy couture sports bra. it was late night, and you couldnât sleep. deciding to tire yourself out, you came to the gym. unbeknownst to you, your shorts hiked up causing your ass to have a bit more shelvingâsomething the man on the other side of the gym took in.
you went to grab the sanitizing spray infront of the machine. you glanced up to see the man eyeing you before he adverted his gaze towards the weights again. it was your turn to take him in, wearing black gym shorts and a white muscle tank. you smirked to yourself at the attention. you werenât one to show out for the male attention, but he was fine ass fuck.
fuck it.
you walked over to the stretching machines near the weight lifting racks. backing against the wall, you spread your legs open pushing backwards bending down; your ass pressed firmly against the wall. what to you was extending your glutes, looked like you nearly doing a split on the wall. his eyes were on you now watching you move against the wall, his workout far in the back of his head. you moved towards the ground into a doggy position arching your ribs towards the ground as deep as you can.
you couldnât say you knew him, but he attended the gym quite a bitâhis name was, jey. when you stood you could see the man not even hiding his gazes anymore. he leaned against the wall taking in your show, with his lip between his teeth. you let out a small laugh before grabbing your water bottle heading towards the gym showers, keeping your eyes on him secretly inviting him to join. since you were the only one, without shame you shed your jacket and sports bra leaving you in only your shorts.
you turned on the shower to the hottest setting waiting a second before steam started to rise. before you could take off your shorts, you let out a gasp as someone pulls your body towards your front wrapping their arms around your mid section
âyou thought you was gone get away with that lil show back there, mama? i wasnât gone say nun?â jey speaks into your neck before placing kisses on it pressing himself against your ass
âwhatâre you gonna do about it than?â you respond pushing your thumbs into your shorts, pooling them at your ankles. he briefly takes in your lack of panties under your shorts. you turn around to face the man smashing your lips to his.
âyou was tryna get fucked, ma? where you thought you was goinâ like this?â he grunts against your lips, his hand snaking down towards your pussy rubbing your clit.
he rubbed in vigorous circles stimulating your juices, âyeaâŠyou wanted some dick tonight didnât you? wet ass pussy.â he rasped out sinking his fingers into your pussy curling them towards your spot
âmmmm, right there.â you sighed into his mouth sucking on his tongue as he pushed his fingers in and out of your pussy, the noises bouncing off the walls. âahhh, baby!â you whimpered
ânah, you not cummin on my fingers. tryna taste you on my tongue, ma. just know itâs sweet.â jey pushed you both into the shower, pushing your back against the wall shower wall.
he took off his muscle tank before stepping out of his shorts. his 3rd leg slapping against his stomach, pointing towards you, long, thick, and hard. he used his hand that was inside of you to moisten his dick. he dropped to his knees before lifting your own over his muscular shoulder. his tongue darting out to your clit before sucking it into his mouth.
âm-mm! shit!â you reached down gripping his hair pulling his face closer towards your soaking pussy. your juices coating his beard. you felt the tightness in your belly before you came into his mouth. wet heat drenching his tongue as he made sure not to miss a drop.
as you rode your orgasm out on his tongue, you felt him slide in two fingers againbefore pulling his mouth away, âtight ass pussy, mama. bend over.â
jey quickly spun you around before bending you over. he spread your ass cheeks watching your juices seep out of you, making a mess in between your thighs. his eyes moved upwards towards your asshole before letting a glob of spit out over it. he rubbed his dick through your slit to lube himself up, before pushing inside of you and pushing a finger into your 2nd hole.
âssssâahhh. jey!â you hissed out as his dick split you wider with each inch he fed you and the intrusion of his finger inside your asshole.
âshit! you grippinâ me so good ma. my pretty girl.â he groaned before starting to fuck into you ârelax, you can take it. stand on your toesâŠthere you go, baby.â
he starts moving slowly, dragging his hips back until heâs just at the tipânearly empty before plunging back inside, earning a squeak from you. his thumb thrusting in and out, as his other grips your hips pulling you to meet his thrust. you're moaning his name and begging him to move faster, harder, and deeper.
he raised his leg up onto the shower bench next to you, the new angle allowing him to dig deeper into your pussy. his dick bottoming out each time as he sped up. that thumping vein rubbing your spot. the beautiful mess you both made dripping between your thighs. jey threw out a string of praises; nearly chanting about how wet you were.
âso fuckinâ wet, baby. wet ass pussy.â he cracks a hand against your ass, âiâm slidinâ right in, ma.â
âjust like that, jeyâŠouuu, fuck daddy! iâm cumminn.â you whined out. you placed your hands on the wall before throwing your ass back onto his lap.
he reaches his hand over to vigorously rub your clit. the friction sending you into overdrive and moments later your clamping down onto him squirting all over him. the heat melting your body, eyes rolling back, and unable to string coherent words other than his name.
âkeep cumminâ for me, baby.â he groans fucking you through your orgasm chasing his own, his pace becoming rapid. âdoin so good, mama. get whatchuâ need from me, babyâŠget your nut.â
him sliding all the way out and pushing all the way back in. his big mushroom tip brushing over your clit. the combo making your pussy clenching again for a 2nd time as he curses at the feeling before painting your walls with his cum, plugging his dick into you making sure not one drop of your love making spilled. you released a whine at the sensation of his warm cum splattering all over your pussy for awhile, mixing with your own.
you wanted to relish in itâthe euphoric cloud over the both of you nearly dragging you under.
âdamn, girl. i been waiting to do that for a minâ now. shit better than i dreamed about.â he pants before pulling out of you
your pussy clenching down to do everything in its power to keep him in. the feeling of being stretched so full with his dick and his cum becoming an obsession. he licked his lips at the sight of everything spilling out of your pussy.
âhow oftâoften do you come to the gym?â you ask after catching your breath and standing to face him
âhowever often you want me. literally too.â he joked before placing a kiss on your lips
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maybe could I ask for miguel seeing spider girl with a bruise on her face and getting protective (when in reality it was just over something dumb) thank youuuu <3
ty for requesting! Finding his Spider-Girl is never easy. Heâll assume youâre wearing your watch and find it forgotten in his room, or under a chair in the cafeteria, or twitching and loosing smoke at the bottom of a garbage can, nowhere near your actual location.Â
Today, he checks all your usual haunts and decides he might break up with you if you donât start leaving him clues as to where to find you. Not thatâs heâs your boyfriend (of course heâs your boyfriend), but heâd put an end to your⊠relationship, should he have to.Â
Heâs getting annoyed at his own thoughts and, by extension, you, when he finally finds you lying casually across a couch in a common area otherwise abandoned. Youâve projected your phone game onto the ceiling, music leaking from the cans of your headphones, with your socked feet dangling over an armrest, a drinks bottle by your head.
âWhere are your shoes?â he asks loudly.Â
You glance his way. âHi, Miguel.âÂ
âAre you walking around without shoes?â He bends one way and another looking for them. Theyâre on their sides under the coffee table among a legion of dust bunnies.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI saidââ He hates playing this game. âTake the headphones off, and then weâll talk to each other.âÂ
âIâm gonna take my headphones off,â you say.Â
He rolls his eyes. You stop projecting your phone, snapping it closed on your chest and struggling up into a sitting position, legs retrieved from over the armrest and crossed beneath you as your headphones slip around your neck. Youâre in sportswear with a jacket too big for you over your shoulders, cute cargo pants he adores and potentially would love to take off of you, and heâs so busy noticing your uncharacteristic outfit that he misses the huge bruise on your face, the yellow, red and purple like a stain under your eyeÂ
He has amazing vision. âWhat happened?â he asks, practically diving for you, bending down to take your unbruised cheek into his hand. âWho did that to you?âÂ
You havenât been on a strike mission in weeks, and your combat training is all but done.Â
Someone laid their hands on you.Â
Miguel goes into a fugue. âSweetheart,â he says, his voice flat, almost cold, âwho hit you?âÂ
âMiguel, Iâm a superheroââ
âI donât remember the last time you went home,â he says, immediately brushing this possibility away. You donât fight crime in your dimension, Spider-Girl a poorly received vigilante. âYou havenât been in training, I didnât send you on the strike this morning because you didnât want to go.â He touched you with extreme care, thumb barely pressed to your skin, but he talks with precision. âSo Iâll ask again. Who hit you, cariño?âÂ
âMiguel,â you laugh, pushing his hand off of your face to wrap your arms around his neck. He covers your back instinctively. âIâm fine, whatâs wrong with you? Youâre acting all macho.âÂ
âYou arenât answering my question.âÂ
âOh my gosh.â You cling to him. He could stand up at full height and be sure youâd come up with him. Heâd quite enjoy that, to his secret pleasure, you with your legs wrapped around his hips. You donât like being carried is the kicker. âMiguel, I hit myself. My hand got caught when I was taking the suit off and I hit myself in the eye, itâs fine.âÂ
Your back is soft. His hand less so as he rubs your back in surprised, short lines, up and down and up again. âIdiot,â he says, his voice turning to rasp at such a low volume.Â
It must hurt, even if you did it to yourself. Miguel peels you away from his neck and stations you gently on the couch. âIâll take you to the medbay,â he promises, giving your shoulder a little push. âWhatâs wrong with you? You hit yourself? Youâre like a kid.âÂ
âI am not! It happens to everybody.âÂ
âNever happens to me.âÂ
âYou cheat. Your suit flashes on and off.â
âIt does not.â Miguel decides he is going to carry you whether you like it or not. You arenât wearing shoes âhe doesnât need you getting any more injured. âAlright, hold on to your phone, my brat.âÂ
âYour what?â you laugh, though any humour you hold is lost when Miguel grabs you up with ease and cradles your full grown body to his chest in a princess carry, âMiguel! Stop, put me down! You know I hate this.âÂ
âYou might hurt yourself again. Iâm taking necessary precautions.âÂ
You sigh and drop your face into his shoulder. âWell, I guess Iâll allow it. You got so, so mad thinking somebody hit me, I think you deserve to carry me around like a large cantaloupe.â You draw a heart into the base of his neck. âWill you grab my shoes?âÂ
âIâll circle back.âÂ
âThank you. Howâd you even find me? I was hoping Iâd be healed the next time we saw one another.â
âAt bedtime, you mean?âÂ
He resists the urge to kiss your cheek, or tell you how heâd found you (mindless combing of the building, seduction of your most likely location, and dumb luck). You donât need the ammunition.Â
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what would happen if simp fwb haechan saw oc kissing at a party or something
mdni. nsfw 18+
pairing: fwb!lee haechan x reader
warnings: unprotected sex, creampies
âhey siri whatâs the fastest, easiest, most painless way to die?â
he would see you making out with jaehyun at a party, sitting on his lap and grinding on his dick and all, and seriously would contemplate murder-suicide for a good sec. like why does that slick motherfucker jaehyun always get all the bitches? youâre literally his and everyone knows how down bad haechan is for you, so why would jaehyun even dare to put his grimy hands on you? he wouldnât even confront you guys at first, he would just start drinking vodka straight from a bottle he found lying around.
texting mark and be like âjust caught y/n cheating on meâ
mark: âare yâall even datingâ
haechan: âyesâ
mark: â?when?â
haechan: ââŠokay actually no but-â
mark would later find his wasted ass on the balcony about to jump and have hold him back. heâd call you like ây/n come get this loserâ. and you would hear haechan yelling in the back like âSHEâS FOR THE STREETSâ
youâd stomp up stairs to collect him, finding him drunk and wasted out of his mind.
âno! leave me alone, you cheater! go back to sucking faces with that manwhore i donât even care,â he whines and pouts, kicking and squirming around in your arms as you carried his ass to a random bed.
âstop being a brat, hyuck. you need to calm down. iâm missing out on good dick because of you,â youâd roll your eyes at your best friendâs childish antics.
haechan would look up into your eyes, his face red from all the drinking and lips jutted out from pouting so hard. âbaby, you know youâre mine. why do you need to go to anyone else for dick when you have me in your back pocket?â fat tears would well up into his eyes as his lips quivered.
your face softened as you gave him a crushing hug. âdonât cry, hyuck. m sorry; i didnât know you saw. but weâre not exclusive, yknow?â
he buried his face into your neck, deeply inhaling your sweet your sweet smell. you could feel a few tears on your skin. âdonât remind me.â
you stayed in that position for a good while, as haechan sniffled and sniffed against your neck. he was quiet for a bit, which made you think he fell asleep, when all of a sudden he pinned you down on the bed before you knew what was going on. he pressed his body against yours, using his weight to hold you down, and grabbed both of your hands and held them above your head. he used his thigh to rub and grind against your already throbbing pussy.
âm tired of this. m tired of you playing with my feelings like this. sucking face with one of my guy friends, rubbing it in that youâre not my girlfriend yet. the reality is: youâre fucking mine. mine. my girl. everything about you is mine and itâs been this way since we met when we were kids and you were the sweetest girl on the playground.â he whispered lowly into your ear and licked your earlobe as he did this. he reached one of his hands down into your pants and started playing with and teasing your little pussy.
you whined and bucked against his hand. âhyuckâ
he took his hand out and slapped your pussy. âah. let me finish, slut. youâre fucking mine and iâm gonna prove it to you. no one will ever make you feel like i do. you drive me crazy and iâm so obsessed with you. i love you, baby. i have always loved you and i will prove how much i love you and this pussy.â
your poor pussy was so sore and bruised the next day you couldnât even walk or sit right. and he refused to wear a condom and finished inside you multiple times that night. oh yeah, and you guys came out as official the next day.
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it happened again.
the team won the la liga for the season again. It was even better because your girlfriend alexia made her comeback after being out for nearly 10 months from a nasty knee injury.
you and alexia were celebrating on the way back to the changing room, clinging on to the trophy her hand on one handle and yours on the other, "nosotras somos las campeonas!â
"mi amiga!" patri sang the next lyric so she played the queen song on the speaker.
alexia pulled your body close to hers swaying to the music, you buried your face into her neck placing light kisses every once in a while, "amor!â
"sĂ?" you hummed sending vibrations through her body.
"i don't want to stay out late tonight, we can celebrate at home." alexia whispered stroking your hair.
"how would you like to celebrate at home?" you smirked playing dumb.
"i think you know." she murmured in your ear.
"venga lovebirds, have a beer!â mapi handed you both a bottle of estrella from her cubby.
"valé valé valé!" alexia put her hands up before taking her sweaty match shirt off.
you could help but stare a little too long before taking your own shirt off. the team sang and danced for a while before you decide to go home and get dressed up to go to manuelas.
you both got into alexiaâs car and managed to get out of the car park before being swarmed by fans. the both of you took photos and signed items before leaving the premises.
once you got home, alexia went straight upstairs into your shared bedroom changing for a shower, ây/n cariño are you showering with me?â
"sà claro, stupid question bonita but we can't be long i promised patri i would pick her and piña up." you called up stair well.
"valĂ©!â
you rushed into the master bedroom taking your shorts and sports bra off as you were eager to get to alexia. she was in the shower facing the wall you thought she looked good from behind. her ass is incredible.
you opened the glass shower door, she didn't even turn around so you approached her holding her hips, grabbing her bum lightly, "hola bonita." she greeted you.
you hummed in response kissing over her neck and across her left shoulder, you brought her arm up kissing all the way down her arm and down her hand to her index finger. alexia tilted your chin up to look at her in the eyes, bringing you close to her face connecting her lips with yours.
no words were shared, just through actions.
you managed to wash each other without getting too carried away, "can you pass me my towel amor?"
the midfielder wrapped a towel around you and her own around herself walking back into the master bedroom. you decided to dry and straighten your hair, leaving your natural freckles to sprawl themselves across your face only applying a little bit of mascara.
finally you decided to wear some caramel dress trousers and a white vest top paired with your dior high tops, gold rolex, cartier bangle and chunky rings.
your girlfriend decided on a black crop top with extra ties and a matching black ruched skirt. she left her hair looking wet pushed back out of her face, alexia put light eyeshadow on with lashes and a red lip, "what jewellery shall i wear?"
"definitely gold so maybe your hoops and the gold rolex i got you." you suggested, which she agreed putting them on.
"and my shoes?"
"your red jordans 100%." you implied.
"you have such good taste, i know i can count on you." alexia smiled kissing your lips lightly.
"ale!" You groaned.
"que?"
"you got your lipstick on me." she wiped your lips with her finger, "no kissing me all night."
"but y/n, that's gonna be so hard you look so good." alexia smirked.
âyouâre just gonna have to behave."
"i will try my hardest ." alexia raised a brow grabbing her bag.
...
after the couple picked up patri and piña they drove to the open air restaurant, their head coach had invited the team out for a celebratory dinner.
of course they were the first of the players to arrive, alexia was always good with her timing, arriving first to everything.
"hola bona nit.â each of the greeted.
"sit, sit." he pointed at the rather long table.
you and alexia sat near the head of the table as the staff sat next to jonatan who was at the end with patri and piña sitting opposite you. once everyone arrived jonatan handed your girlfriend the trophy placing it in between you both.
"mi reina." You mumbled into alexia's ear, a smile appeared upon her lips.
"mi querida." she looked at you with loving eyes.
everyone had eaten and drinks were flowing, you were finishing third estrella whereas your girlfriend was finishing her fourth strawberry daiquiri. mapi danced over to the table with a large jug of sangria, "let's get this party started!"
you all cheered, mapi filling fresh wine glasses to the brim with the beverage. you placed your hand on alexia's bare thigh making her flinch at the coldness of your rings, "lo siento."
she brushed her thumb over your knuckle reassuring you that she was fine.
jonatan told everyone to grab a photo with the trophy in which you all did, "campeonas! campeonas !" cata and mapi started shouting dancing around with her flag that she bought with her.
eventually you all floated off to manuelas which you were looking forward to. As soon as you entered, you were stamped with a 'manuelas' tattoo and lots of stickers.
you got the love was playing a slowish song so you dragged your girlfriend to the dance floor slinging her arms around your neck. slowly dancing and singing the lyrics with your teammates.
she span her body around as antes de morirme started playing guiding your arms around her waist, you pulled her hips colliding them with yours. her skirt began to ride up as she grinded her backside into your crotch, âcariño."
she looked up at you with an innocent look on her face, "si mi amor?"
"i said behave." you bit your lip.
"i am not using my lips though am i?" alexia winked at you knowing that she was teasing you.
"bathroom. ahora." you grunted in her ear.
you got to the bathroom, other women were hooking up by the basins so alexia lead you into a cubical. you pushed her up against the door, exploring her exposed body in the limited space you had.
she returned the favour, flipping your body over onto the door, pulling your straps of your vest top down taking it off with your bra. alexia attached her lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at it moving down to your breasts, "ale."
she just looked at you innocently, "you want this right?"
you nodded in response and she set to work taking your nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it adding a light suction. At this point alexia's lipstick had smeared all over your body but you were too busy to care.
"ale! y/n!" a voice called from outside the cubicle, of course it was ana.
her voice pulled you out of the messy fog, "yes what?"
"if your gonna have sex, go home." she yelled as you quickly put your clothes on and opened the door.
âhow did you know?" alexia furrowed her eyebrows.
"look at the state of y/n for a start!â your body was absolutely covered in alexia's lipstick.
"ah well i-."
"save it, just go home i've ordered you an uber and pick your car up in the morning." ana said leaving the bathroom.
"gracias ana!" you pulled a face as you left the club.
"we can continue this at home, mi reina." you smirked getting in the taxi.
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clothes-emily prentiss x fem!reader
summary: a slow morning with Emily when you've just started dating tw: make out, no smut, just domestic fluff w Emily A/n: i was just in the mood for a little drable, what can i say
You feel a paw lightly patting your face, the soft fur tickling your nose
"Serge, please, 5 minutes" you groan at the cat that has already set on your pillow, wrapping himself in a little black ball, you'd find it incredibly cute hadn't he just woken you up an hour before your alarm went off.
You decide it's a lost battle and move to leave him occupy your pillow, burying your face on the other one, it smells like Emily's shampoo.
The woman feels your body pressing against hers, and she turns around to meet your face, her naked body pressing against yours closer now.
Her eyes still closed, she's still half asleep but she gives you a soft peck on your lips "mh-morning" she mutters.
Her silky black hair tickles your face, but you don't move, you let it cover your forehead and you inhale the scent.
"why doesn't he wake you up? he's technically your son"
"because you spoil him too much" she twists around trying to grab part of the sheet falling off the bed due to last night's activities.
Her nose scrunches in comfort, you think it's adorable and can't help but to kiss it. She barely reacts, which makes you think she's probably still too asleep to correspond.
Last night had been your 3rd real date with Emily, the familiarity you already felt being the result of the time you had spent being "just friends" until you finally gave in on your attraction to each other. You wouldn't have it any other way.
It had been Emily's turn for last night's date, after getting back from work, she cooked, opened a bottle of wine, and you ended the night making out in the coach, and the bed, and the shower, and then the bed again. You felt exhausted in the most perfect way.
"so what, i give him a little too many him treats, he deserves them" you sigh, giving up on sleep coming back to you.
You stand up, unwrapping your body from Emily's strong grip around your waist, she whines, but ends up giving it up and wrapping herself around the pillow.
You scratch Sergio behind the ears, and move to pick up something to put on so you can go make breakfast
you grab the blue shirt that she wore yesterday, and a pair of her boxers, both were laying on the floor, scattered around along with the rest of both your clothes.
You follow the trail that was left on the corridor, you find your pants and Emily's, your bra, your shirt, all the way to the living room. You pick them up, leaving them on the couch, then following to the kitchen.
You secure your headphones in your ears and pull up a favorite playlist. Coffee percolating. Music going. You hum along and gather the ingredients you need to make pancakes, the easiest recipe you could ever memorize.
You crack the eggs carefully, making sure no shells fall into the mixture, you swing around to the music in your ears, dancing to it as you cook.
One by one, the stack of pancakes gets bigger until you run out of mix, you sip on your coffee, turning around to set the table, but when you do, you jump.
"Jesus!" Emily leans on the wall, she watches you with a grin on her face "How long have you been standing there? You almost killed me"
"just enough, are you making pancakes?" she asks, you can't help but to feel embarrassed, she says she's been there enough, which probably means she's seen all your musical number, at least most of it
"Yes, you can get this there until I'm done here" you tell her, turning around to finish up, but instead of doing what you asked, she comes around you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.
"you smell so nice" she whispers, her head rests on your shoulder, she kisses you there, and on your neck, leaves a trail of small, sweet kisses along your shoulder.
Her hands caress your waist, "youâre wearing my shirt" she says, pressing her lips against your pulse point which makes you chuckle "i am" you say.
Her fingers slowly brushing the bare skin behind her boxers "and my boxers" she nibs at the soft skin on your neck, the smile on your face doesn't fade, you turn to face her, surrounding her neck with your arms
"do you mind? that- that i wear your clothes- I mean"
"no, no, of course not" her hand moves to take a couple of hair strands off your face, placing them behind your hear in a loving gesture
"in fact- you look really good in my clothes" the bright smile on her face turns into a devilish one
her lips crash against yours, lips and tongue, the wetness in her soft lips making you groan on her mouth, she swallows your sounds, her hand grabs your face, yours wrapping around her waist, gripping the flesh.
You separate you lips from hers to much of your distaste "let me just finish this ok? can you wait just a second?" you ask, but she doesn't let go off you, her hands on your waist lower to get your ass, giving a light squeeze
âMaybe. Weâll see,â Emily chuckles, the intensity of her kisses and touches increasing now, tugging you back into her chest. Emily kisses the side of your head, and groans about having to wait to have you.
You finish all up as fast as you can, trying to ignore the woman-koala that's wrapped around your waist, kissing your shoulder where the shirt keeps falling off.
"ok, I'm all yours now, try not to burn me, the stove is still warm" she lets out a devilish laugh
âmh, I like how that sounds, mineâ
she loves hearing youâre hers, and you know it. She bites at your earlobe possessively.
she presses you into the counter, her kisses get heavier, hotter, deeper. "Ems-" you say breathlessly "mh?" she asks, her lips back onto yours.
"don't start something you can't finish" you say taking a moment to get away from her lips, but she's back at it in no time
"who says i'm not finishing this?"
Before you can even react, she lifts you up to the counter, you wrap your legs around her waist, your ankles pressing on her ass.
"I let you in my pants a couple of times and now it's all you can think about, who would've said SSA Prentiss was such a needy woman" you joke, her lips still kissing your neck, she snatches at you and kisses you again, biting your lip a little harder than usual
"well, i guess i just can't get enough of you" her lips crashing against yours once more "you're just lucky you're so cute, or i wouldn't let you get away with something like that"
Her words have an immediate effect on you, making you whine aloud "oh, please, don't let me get away with it"
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1.6k | fluff The stray and his forever home (part 1)
âBone apple tea.â You placed the cup of camomile in front of Simon.
âWhat?â
You pointed at your skull-printed shirt, the apple pie patch on his hoodie and the tea on the table. âBone. Apple. Tea.â
Heâd missed that brilliant smile too much. It was impossible to not want to kiss you. He chuckled as he pulled you to stand between his thighs.
That Sunday with your help, despite the pounding of his head, he packed the rest of his stuff and managed to move out. In the last few days he had before he left, he spent any possible moment with you, mainly eating his favourite Chinese takeout or cuddling on the couch.
Two months later when Simon came back, things crawled to how they were, with him visiting for dinner and leaving before midnight. Eventually, he stayed more and more nights a week, leaving more than a few of his shirts behind.
The divorce was finalised and his childhood home was sold. The city of Manchester didnât mean gripping the straps of his backpack after school as he walked up the dreaded front steps anymore, nor sleeping restlessly lest someone barged in the door with another bizarre creature. The house was gone, along with the memories that breathed within the walls. He didnât miss them.
His mum got a flat near Tommyâs and a job at a flower shop in the neighbourhood. âNot as nice as working with Benâ, she said. She had to buy her own bread, and none sheâd found in the area tasted remotely close to how grand his were. She still cooked too much, but Tommy didnât mind the extra whenever she dropped by. Little Joe always loved seeing his nana anyway.
Back from his next deployment, Simon held you at the door as he inhaled the warmth heâd missed terribly. After his shower, you showed him his shirts in their own drawer, not jammed between yours anymore. He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.
In spring, he came with to visit your dad, insisting on wearing one of his dress shirts, even when you assured it was a regular lunch. He stood rigid on the porch, the neck of the wine bottle about to snap in his grip.
Your dad was taking too long. Was he arming himself before opening the door? Should he tackle and disarm him or take the shot like a man? He should have worn a tac vest.
âSi, relax.â You rubbed his back. âYouâre already too tall. Youâre going to scare my dad.â
Is that not a good thing?
Your dad (obviously unarmed) tried making small talk with him at lunch, but he sucked at it as much as Simon did, leaving you to do almost all the talking among the pauses. You only received short answers from the men who avoided each otherâs gazes.
Also, who the bloody hell put the coriander in the chicken stir-fry?!
âYour dad hates me,â Simon declared as he drove home, the phantom taste of soap persisted on his palate despite the hours between.
âHe doesnât, I promise. He doesnât even really like Chinese, but picked the place because I told him how much you love it. He really tried, but just doesnât talk much with new people.â You stifled a laugh. âYou should have cracked a few jokes.â
He gave you a deadpan look. âWhen we get home, Iâm going to tickle you until you pass out.â
Home.
Youâd made your flat Simonâs home too. You cleared another drawer for him, and another, and another, even when he didnât have so many possessions. But you let him expand and take up the space he needed. He reordered a set of his ID discs for you to keep on your nightstand.
Things were⊠easy. Simple, like getting out of bed a little later on weekends. With his nose buried in your hair, arm around your waist pulling you flush to his chest, he held you in silence from dawn until you woke. Listening to your quiet breathing filled his chest heavy with warmth.
Youâd asked multiple times if it bored him to be doing nothing, as if he didnât lay prone behind rifle scopes for hours on end for a living. It didnât, because being in your presence wasnât nothing. You were real, and you were his.
You woke with a stir, a smile gracing your lips when you realised he was with you before your eyes opened.
âGood morning, my love.â He slipped the strap of your tank top off before peppering kisses on the nape of your neck down your exposed shoulder.
âMorning, Si.â You reached back to scratch his scalp.
He rolled you onto your back before crawling on top of you, kissing the column on your neck making you giggle with his weekend scruff. He pulled away to admire your eyes, always striking in the warm sun.
âLove looking at you.â You cupped his cheek, tracing the healed cut with your thumb. âYouâre so beautiful, Si.â
He leaned in, and you stayed in bed a little longer.
In his shirt, you placed more toasts on the table.
âTwo goldfish are in a tankâŠâ
He handed you a buttered toast. âDonât steal my jokes, luv.â
âItâs too lame to forget.â
âYeah? âCause I remember you howling at Tesco when I told it.â
âIt was your first ever.â You smiled. âMy favourite.â
âWhy didnât you tell me I was scary, luv?â
âIâm not sure they teach you to tell the scary bloke heâs scary in self-defence class.â You took a bite of the toast.
âFair enough.â He shrugged. âAre you out of jam?â
âForgot to grab some yesterday, but I didnât forget your limes.â
Simon became a bit of a pie connoisseur. He figured baking was better than sparring with the intention of beating someone up to a pulp. He tried different fruits (even declared himself a pro at peeling) and techniques, and eventually other varieties. That late Saturday morning, it was key lime pie.
âWhyâs the cat so small?â you asked as you tied your kitty apron around his waist.
âWhy?â
âBecause it drank condensed milk.â
He liked that you were becoming more like him. âYou too, it seems.â
You mock gasped. âRude! You know I can take you, Si.â
âNot in a fight.â
You slapped his chest playfully earning a hearty laugh from him.
Volunteering at the soup kitchen became a regular occurrence too, along with his sergeants. Sam ended up dating one of the volunteersâ daughters, the one he was introduced to. Unfortunately, his two other sergeants hadnât had as much luck on their side. âDoes your birdie have sisters or friends, sir?â Eric joked, but it barely masked his hopefulness. You assured youâd ask around if they promised to keep each other safe while deployed.
It got hard at times, when things went sideways and the missions lasted longer, or when he had no way to contact you or wipe the tears off your face.
Somewhere along the way, Simon listed you as his emergency contact. You werenât supposed to find out this way. Not this soon, not from his captain calling you about how he was unconscious, dying from blood loss from getting his leg slashed.
The first thing he did when he astonishingly woke was to call you. He could ignore the sear on his thigh, or the fact that his eyelids weighed like lead, but not the guilt that sank into the pits of him when you were in a mess of tears.
âIâm so sorry, luv,â he croaked out of his throat that felt like sandpaper. âI mean it. Iâll leave this all behind if thatâs what it takes to keep you. You just have to say the word.â
âSi, you donât... always have to bend yourself backwards for others. I chose you for who you are, and I will keep choosing you, as long as you donât give up on this. On us.â You sniffled. âPlease come home soon. I need you with me.â
Simon was glad you stood by his decision to stay, because that afternoon a year after, as the major pinned on the new insignia onto his uniform, he couldnât wipe the smile off his face when the mass erupted in applause.
Captain Simon Riley.
Among the crowd, next to Tommy and Beth, her belly carrying his niece, you had your arm around his mum, Joeâs hand in yours. From across the room, your sincere eyes made him feel like a hero, the most desirable man. He knew he wasnât, but you looked at him like he was sunshine, and maybe, he was to you a little bit.
Nothing changed. Simon was still fatherless, still missed out on the memories a child deserved to have, but was never granted. Still bound to a past that wouldnât go, but he was more than that.
He thought his dad was the only thing standing in the way of happiness, whatever it meant. He knew now. It wasnât what he thought he wanted, wasnât what he imagined, but it was perfect. This was what it was supposed to be like all along.
âFor you,â he mouthed.
Simon Riley never wanted to be an oil painting admired by many, but he was, and always had been, a love note sealed with a kiss.
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Aloe Vera
Summary: When on vacation with your boyfriend, things are great, the drinks, the sex, and the pool. What wasn't great, was the sunburn? But you're dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age! Heâll take good care of you!
Characters: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader
Word Count: 1,408
Warnings: language, sunburn (please wear sunscreen!) fluff~!
A/N: As someone who lives in the desert, this happens a lot. My S.O was sweet enough to rub aloe on me last week, thus my muse!
âOooh fuck me.â You whine, shuffling into the bathroom. âFuuuuck me.â
Satoru is right behind you, towel wrapped around his neck, sunglasses pushing his bangs out of his face. âI told you to put on sunscreen! But nooo, somebody stayed by the pool because someone wanted to live, laugh, and work on her tan.â
Your boyfriend was right; you had said those exact words to him earlier that day. When he specifically tried to get you to put more sunscreen on. You had a shirt for him and that you were fine. The sunscreen you put on four hours prior was waterproof, as you floated in a donut.
But the sunscreen had to be reapplied every four hours. If you had taken the time to read the bottle, you think you would know. You really should have listened to your boyfriend. But you were so excited that summer was just around the corner; the only sound you wanted to listen to was the sound of margaritas being made and beach balls bouncing.
If your skin ever felt like skin again, you would listen to whatever the sunscreen bottle and your boyfriend told you to do.
Your skin was so burnt it wasnât even funny. It was painful and hot; it hurt to move with every step you took towards the shower. Satoru winced, watching as you whimpered, stepping out of your swimsuit and turning the water to a lukewarm temperature.
You donât even have a chance to step in as arms gently wrap around you. Satoru intended it to be a comforting gesture. Instead, it had you jolting in pain as the cloth of your boyfriend's jacket rubbed against your burnt, sensitive skin. Your yelp had him pulling back, arms held out in front of him.
âF-Fuck baby! Iâm sorry!â
âN-no, itâs okay, itâs fine, I-Iâm just going to sit here and suffer for all eternity.â Satoru doesnât say anything as you step into the water. You try to hold back the cries of pain that threaten to pass through your lips, but Gojo can still hear them. The tiny, pained whines have him wincing along with you. He hated seeing you in pain and regretted not making you put on more sunscreen. If he had been more stern with you, then maybe he wouldnât be in the position that you are right now. But it wasnât like he could go back in time. You had neglected to put on more sunscreen, and he had failed to pin you down on the pool deck and rub it all over your stupidly cute face. He could not go back in time to change the outcome.
There was, however, one thing he could do.
âHey, Iâm going to step out for a little bit. I need to run to the store in the lobby and grab a couple of things. Are you going to be okay?â
A pained yes is all he hears before you slowly sink to the shower floor, allowing the cold water to run over your burnt skin. Gojo wastes no time; the second who knew you would be okay on your own for a bit, he was bolting out of your hotel room and running down to the hotel store.
You shower to your best abilities without being in excruciating pain. Skipping on the rag and the loofah, you gently wash your body with your hands, which still hurts. You made a vow to yourself with the showerhead that you would never forget to reapply your sunscreen again. Even if you were to fail, your boyfriend wouldnât.
For the time being, the only thing you could do was try to relax, even though it felt like you wanted to peel your skin off of your body. After your shower, you shuffle back into the main room, collapsing onto the bed, bare butt naked, enjoying the cool crisp sheets underneath you. Between your still-wet skin and the air conditioning, You felt some form of comfort as the hotel room door opened.
At first, you jumped, searching for anything to cover your skin, but quickly, the door shut a second later, and you heard the wrinkling of a plastic bag heading further into the room. âToru?â You call down gently, lifting your head to search for your boyfriend.
âItâs me; you werenât doing anything naughty, were you?â he teases, even though he knew the only thing you could do was cry in pain from the sunburn that covered most of your body. Having sex like this was out of the question.
âIf by naughty you mean laying my naked ass on our bed, then yes, I am being naughty.â
You can hear his running footsteps just before his shadow spreads on the bed before you. For a second, you think that heâs going to wolf whistle or fist pump or even make some crude comment about how sexy you look naked on his bed, and he didnât even have to ask you to do anything. Instead of crude comments, the bed dips under his weight as he flops near you.
One second, you're lying there in silence, and the next second, a cold jelly-like substance is squeezed on your back. Said jelly instantly eases the burn on your back, making you moan softly as Satoruâs hands gently rub the cooling, earthy-smelling liquid over your irritated skin. The contrast of cool against your burning skin felt magical. The pain subsided from a persistent throbbing or a mild sting.
âMmm, Toru, that feels good~â You smile happily, âThank you, baby.â
âYou're welcome, sweetheart. Just remember this moment when I'm lathering sunscreen on you from now on.â
You scoff as Satoru rolls you onto your back so he can rub aloe vera over the front of your body. âOh please, you think Iâm ever going to get this burnt again?â
âYou won't once I lather you up in sunscreen.â
âI just wanted to get a little tanner to give off goddess vibes.â
âBabe, you already do that.â The way your eyes widen and glimmer at his words makes Satoru fight the urge to pat himself on the back. âMy sunburnt goddess.â He admires the lighter skin tones from where your swimsuit was to the darker tones of your sunburn. God, your skin was so pretty, even when it was burnt.
âOh, haha, asshole. Sunburnt Goddess, my ass.â
âIt's true; allow me to lather you in aloe vera and fan you with a palm tree leaf.â
You rub your face against the sheets. âBut of course, my devote ivory follower~â
âHeeey, why am I the ivory follower?â
âHave you seen your pasty ass?â
Your boyfriend's hands stop their treading as he sputters in shock. âPasty ass?! Pasty!?â You laugh out loud, lifting your head to look up at him. âI do not have a pasty ass!â
âI'm sure the astronauts in the space station can see your pasty ass when you're naked,â Gojo grumbles, digging in the bag and opening something. âThe aliens can see your glorious ass from galaxies away. The honored one's ass, the strongest ass of the modern age.â Gojo perks up with a smirk, nodding as he slaps a cool patch on your forehead.
âKeep going, sweetheart~ I'm almost there~.â
You don't get any further as Gojo grabs one of his oversized t-shirts and carefully slips it on you. âThank you, Satoru, for taking such good care of me, Satoru.â Your boyfriend grins, eyes shutting as he lies down next to you, teaching into his bag, handing you a popsicle.
âYou're welcome, sweetheart.â
You both lick at your popsicles in the cool air of the hotel room. When a single thought crosses your eyes, wander over your boyfriend's exquisite body. âHey Toru?â the man is sucking down on his popsicle like he was giving it the gluck-gluck-five thousand.
âYeah?â
âCan you get sunburned with infinity?â
âHuh,â he blinked slowly, âI mean, the special grade curse Jogo didn't burn meâso I'm assuming not. Just another benefit of being the honored one.â
âThe honored one with a pasty ass.â A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as Satoru chokes on his sugary treat.
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Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader
â„ïžHAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. Enjoyâ„ïž
It was finally Valentineâs Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didnât much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldnât go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasnât who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggieâs relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.
Since it was Valentineâs Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldnât be Valentineâs Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. âMusic would be niceâ you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. âAh! Excellent choice my dear!â You heard Alâs voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.
Soon Charlie came running back, âOkay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!â Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.
Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. âHere you are my dear!â He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace
âW-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.â Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. âYouâre welcome, my dear! Allow me!â Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, âHappy Valentines Day Alâ Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didnât have the time to replace it. âAh I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!â Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others
Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:
âáŽáŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽ áŽÊᎠÊáŽáŽê°áŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽ 8 áŽáŽâ
Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.
**8 PM- Alastors POV**
"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?â Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.
He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.
Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.
After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.
Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.
"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"
Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.
A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.
~END~
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proper touch (rafe cameron x reader)
SYNOPIS: don't try to hide it, you deserve a proper touch
WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, mean!rafe (he's nice for like a second), degradation, hand-job (f receiving), dacryphillia (reader is a crybaby and rafe likes it), slightly dub!con
word count: 3k+
your back was pressed tightly against his chest, his warm hand pressed just as firmly against your mouth as a means to silence your barely contained whimpers. you were utterly trapped, legs held open by the strong manâs as he forced you to take all that you could handle and more.
it was nearly impossible to keep still, the mind-numbing feeling of overstimulation causing you to squirm and twitch in his lap involuntarily. the soft sheets beneath you were soaked in sweat and the essence of your pleasure, the scent overwhelming you as it filled the air around you.
his breath was hot and heavy against your neck as he whispered the most degrading things youâve ever heard into your ear. it only made you wetter, the sounds of your arousal amplified as his thick, long fingers drilled into your aching sex. you could hardly find it in you to feel embarrassed by the loud squelching, mind occupied with trying to keep quiet as the blonde destroyed your resolve minute by minute.
âgod, y/nâŠyouâre so fucking disgustingâ rafeâs voice was low in your ear, the darkness of the sound sending a wave of warm tingles to the pit of your stomach. âi never expected this from you.â
you whine beneath his hand as he pulls his fingers out of you, hips chasing the digits with a desperation that you could have never imagined yourself feeling before this moment. rafe chuckled at your attempt to keep him in but doesnât do what you want, instead using the wetness he collected from your insides to rub soft circles into your clit.Â
you could scream from the frustration you felt if rafeâs palm didnât have your lips trapped beneath it.Â
âwalking around here acting like youâre so sweet, so smart. stop moving so fucking much.â you screwed your eyes shut at the sharp sting you felt against your swollen clit, the sudden pain making you release a muffled cry. âi thought you were shy and quiet, y/n? what happened to that?â
your legs tried their hardest to close but rafeâs longer oneâs kept them locked in place and unable to stop the brain-melting ministrations.Â
âyou were too shy to talk to me, huh? is that it?â rafe interrogated you but you werenât sure if he really wanted an answer, especially when he already knew. âyou get all dolled up and put on those pretty little skirts just for me, just to get my attention. did you think i wouldnât notice? the way you bend over in front of me just so i can see the panties hiding this pretty pussy?â
well, he wasnât wrong. youâd been hired to tutor rafeâs little sister, wheezie, which meant you came to the cameronâs residence quite often. you went to school with rafe and always had a crush on him. he was two grades above you so you never even thought of talking to the older, more popular guy.Â
it wasnât until this summer that you actually tried to get even a fraction of his attention.
youâd just graduated in the spring, and you spent the entire summer before college working for ward cameron as his daughterâs tutor. your job was your main focus, but every opportunity you had to gain rafeâs attention, you took.
if rafe was in the kitchen while you and wheezie were taking a break, youâd seize the opportunity to grab yourself something to drink. youâd take a water bottle from the fridge and drink it right in front of him, using your clumsiness as an excuse when you would accidentally spill the water down your chin. youâd let out a squeak as the cold water dripped down your neck and onto your chest. the image of your breasts glistening in the sunlight from the moisture and your hard nipple poking through the thin top you wore would send rafe racing off from the kitchen, eyes nearly bulging from his head.
you would purposely not wear shorts beneath your skirts when you knew he would be home. clumsiness was once again to blame when you would drop your phone a few feet away from him, pretending to be completely oblivious of his presence as you bent over to retrieve the device. it was obvious he was staring, especially when you could hear him inhale sharply at the sight of the frilly, little lace underwear you picked out just for him.
despite all of this, you avoided any direct conversation with him for most of the time you were there. you werenât sure how you were so bold to brush your ass up against his clothed dick as he helped you reach a glass from the top cabinet, but you knew you werenât confident enough to strike up anything more than small talk.
you were shy, yes. you were also quiet. it was easier to tease than it was to speak, and it got the message across either way. If it didnât then you wouldnât be in rafeâs bedroom getting fucked dumb by his fingers.
you guessed the straw that broke the camel's back was the moment you "accidentally" flashed him while walking up the stairs to the guest bedroom. you claimed that you were going to take a nap while waiting for wheezie to get back from her friend's house. rose forgot to tell you that she was going to be out today and felt bad, offering the privacy of one of the extra bedrooms for the couple of that her step-daughter would be pre-occupied.
you only took the offer because you didn't see rafe downstairs. you assumed he wasn't home, leaving you feeling embarrassed and disappointed at his absence. you planned to take it to another level of teasing today, completely disregarding putting on panties before leaving the house.
rose was in the kitchen, sarah was in her room, and ward was in his office as you made your trek up the grand staircase. you weren't aware of any other presence in the manor until you reached the top of the stairs.
rafe's strong hands firmly grasped your arms the second you landed on even flooring. he wasted no time dragging you in the opposite direction of where you were originally walking, barely allowing you time to register who it was before shoving you into his bedroom and slamming the door shut.
"i've had enough of this shit, y/n." is what he said as he approached you like a predator, trapping you and leaving you completely at his mercy.
"rafe, what are you talking about?" you played dumb with him, totally aware of what he meant but stricken by fear. he was intimidating from afar, but being that close to him made your knees shaky and weak.
"you must be stupid if you think i don't know what you're doing." he was practically stalking towards you as he spoke, and you were unable to move. "you think i don't know what a desperate slut looks like?"
"what?" is the only word you could get out. you could feel you heart constricting and your stomach tingling warmly at the sound of his words.
"desperate for someone to plug your greedy, little pussy up with their big cock, huh? is that it?" he was barely two inches away from you now, knuckles lifting your chin up to force you to meet his eyes. they were full of darkness and lust, heat radiating of his shirtless body onto yours. "i wonder what it's like to fuck a smart girl into a brainless bitch?"
you already felt like a brainless bitch, the way you stood there floundering like an idiot as he eyed you dangerously. you had no underwear on to catch your arousal, the silky fluid beginning to leak onto the very tops of your thighs as you stood there frozen.
he tilted his head at you, lips quirked up in a devilish smile.
"if you needed a proper fuck, you could've just asked." he feigned a pout for a second before speaking again. "i don't think you deserve it, though...what do you think?"
he pulled away from you, hand lifting to his face as he pretended to be in deep thought. your eyes immediately went to the long, thick fingers he was using to rub across his bottom lip.
you gulped as his biceps flexed and the veins in his arm protruded. he heard you release a shaky breath and smiled darkly at you as he took notice of your heated gaze on his muscular arms.
"i guess i need to stretch you out first...don't need you crying all over my dick because you can't take it."
he was right, because here you were, crying from just two of his fingers stretching you open. it was nothing like touching yourself. his hands were bigger, stronger, faster. way more experienced than your own.
you were leaking from every hole, crying and drooling uncontrollably from being stuffed full of your crush's fingers. it was hard to stay quiet, even with rafe's hand pressed against you quivering lips. you weren't sure what you'd do if anyone in the house heard what was happening, but it was starting to get hard for you to care; especially after being denied your release for the entire time rafe had his fun with you.
âsuch a sweet girl making a mess all over my bedâŠâ rafe tuts in feigned disappointment, abruptly removing his hand from your pussy completely. you didnât get a chance to complain when he uncovered your mouth because it was immediately stuffed full with the sticky fingers that he was using to dig you out.
âclean it up.â
you hesitated for a moment before wrapping your tongue around the digits. you tried to go slow but rafe didnât like that, free hand coming up to hold your jaw open to use it freely. he fucked your mouth with the same force he used on your pussy, throat clenching as he explored every crevice. he ignored every gag and whimper, the desperate tugs at his forearm and the tears running down your face unnoticed by him as he watched you throat his fingers messily.Â
drool soaked his hand as he played with your tongue, the fluid dripping both of his wrist and down your chin to ruin the shirt you wore. you could feel the saliva pooling in your bra, the liquid free-falling and trailing down the exposed tops of your breasts.
âwhat a nasty little bitch.â rafe said as he removed his fingers from the back of your throat. you sucked in a sharp breath, coughing as you blinked away the tears leaking from your eyes. âwho wouldâve thought? whatâs that thing they always sayâthe shy ones are the freakiest?â
you could feel your body begging for a release after being played with for over an hour without one. his words were only adding fuel to the fire, leaking hole clenching around nothing as he called you names.
your silent pleads were heard by rafe, made clear by the way he greets your clit with the soaked hand he used to fuck your mouth. he showed no mercy as he rubbed brutal circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. It was almost too much for you to handle.
ârafe, pleaseâŠâ your voice was broken and quiet despite the fact that youâve barely spoken all day. it sounded weak but you didnât care, way too far gone to care about anything else but having him back inside your fluttering walls.
you reached a shaky hand up to wrap around his wrist, the strong fingers wrapped around your neck leaving your mind in a frenzy. he smacked it away and dropped his hand from its place on your throat, instead using it to collect your wrists and hold them tightly in his grasp.
ârafe, pleaseâŠâ he mocks you as his soaked hand pulls away from your lower lips briefly to give them a harsh smack. you sucked in a sharp breath of air, well aware that his palm was no longer preventing you from screaming out for his whole family to hear. âshut the fuck up and take it. you wanted it, so iâm giving it to you.â
his thick fingers plunged back into you without warning and you yelped loudly. that didnât stop him, rather he sped up to a brutal pace that made tears begin running down your face once again. the heel of his hand smacked against your clit with every movement and your hips ground down into the bed, unsure if you were trying to escape or pull him in deeper.
pants and whines filled the room in harmony with the wet sounds of skin on skin. your shame and control was slipping through your fingers with each thrust of his hand. rafe released your wrists after a particularly loud moan, the pornographic sound resulting in him slapping his hand over your mouth once again.
âshh shhâŠâ rafe whispers against your ear softly. he doesnât slow down despite his attempts to quiet you. âgotta stay quiet, baby. you donât want everyone to hear, do you?â
you donât answer, the question going in one ear and out the other as he angrily drilled your cunt. he was fucking you like he wanted the world to hear you; you were shaking like a leaf and he showed no signs of letting up. instead he went harder, something you didnât think was possible. you were given no chance to quiet down, sobs breaking through his hand as you felt a pressure building in your core.
âi said shut the fuck up, y/n.â rafe pressed harder against your mouth in an effort to control the sounds but you couldnât hold back your sobs. âare you crying? god, youâre so pathetic.â
the rope in your stomach had been stretched from end to end, ready to snap. you rolled your hips into rafeâs palm in an attempt to apply more pressure to your twitching clit. the blonde pressed his thumb into the nerve after taking notice of your desperate squirming and you threw your head back against his shoulder.
âwhat a fucking crybaby.â rafe chuckled menacingly, fully aware of the torturous pace of his digits. the repeated tightening of your walls did not go unnoticed by him. âyou gonna cum? gonna make a mess all over my hand?â
you frantically nodded your head, the approaching orgasm only sped up by his dirty words. your hand to flew his forearm and sunk its nails into the skin. he didnât flinch, instead laughing quietly at your quaking frame.
âthen fucking do it.â he commanded. âlet me feel this cunt drool all over my fingers, baby.â
that was all it took for you to break, hips lifting off the bed as you felt all the heat in your body travel to you core and leak out of you in a stream of pleasure. rafe continued to fuck into you, fingers scraping against your walls in a way that left your mouth open in a silent scream underneath his palm.
rafe hissed every time you clamped down involuntarily, bones crushed by the constricting movements of your insides.
"fuck, you're so tight...relax." his voice in your ear made you do anything but, hole tightening around his digits even more. you let yourself untense in his hold with great difficulty, the fingers that were struggling to fit inside due to your incessant clenching now pumping smoothly through your wetness.
"that's right...good girl, good job." rafe said softly. the sound alone would make you moan if you weren't already. "just let me fuck you open, baby..."
your body shook with sobs of pleasurable pain at the overstimulation, rafe still fucking you through your orgasm. you tried pushing him away but you were weak, the shove barely acknowledged by the blonde still playing with your twitching hole.
ârafeâŠâ you whined his name after pulling his hand away from your mouth. â âs too muchâŠâ your thighs weakly clamped around his hand between your legs but that didnât stop him. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the sweet gesture a complete switch from the borderline bullying he put you through just a few minutes prior.
âyou got it, baby.â he said softly against your skin as he watched his fingers go in and out of your used cunt. âyou can take it, itâs okay.â
the sweet words in combination with the slow, deep strokes against your sensitive walls had you reeling. you didnât even know you were close again until you were coming undone again, a high pitched whine escaping your throat as you squeezed and gushed around your crushâs thick digits for a second time.
gulping dryly, you gathered yourself before untangling your legs from rafeâs. you threw the shaky limbs over the edge of the bed haphazardly before standing to your feet, yanking your skirt back down from where rafe had gathered it to your waist. you licked your chapped lips as you stood there awkwardly, eyes avoiding rafeâs completely as your mind raced with thoughts of the scene that just took place.
âwhat are you doing?â rafe asked from his place on the bed. he was resting his back against the headboard, legs spread wide enough for you to see the large bulge poking through his sweatshorts.Â
you could barely form an answer, throat dry and eyes occupied with ogling his shirtless torso flexing as he readjusted himself.
âum,â you cleared your throat as you thought of something to say. you couldnât, hand coming up to play with the ends of your hair as you welcomed the uncomfortable silence.
âyou donât think you're leaving, do you?â the blonde tilted his head at you, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched you squirm. you were sure you looked a hot mess, dried tears and saliva running down your neck and chest. it only made you shift more.
âwell,â you started. your mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water. âI donâtâi donât knowâŠâÂ
rafe stared at you menacingly and it left you feeling a bit frightened. it also made wetness begin to form between your legs once again, the warm, tingly feeling making another appearance. you as he reached down to rub himself through his shorts, completely mesmerized by the way the veins in his arms protruded against the skin.
"i said i'd give you a proper fuck. i meant that."
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NOOOO now we need a pt 2 of cough medicine with a grumpy reader because alexia has passed the cold to her and alexia dressing up in the nurse outfit to surprise herâŠ
lil sequel to this ! suggestive content at the end cough medicine 2.0 II a.putellas
"mi princesa i said i was sorry!" your girlfriend groaned as you scoffed and reached to grab the bottle of water on the coffee table in front of you.
"sorry doesn't make me not sick alexia i warned you!" you grunted ou in annoyance, pushing away her hands which attempted to massage your shoulders.
"bebita in my defense-" your girlfriend started, accent thick as she spoke english but the withering glare you shot her had her wishing she'd mumbled it in spanish and out of your earshot as she fell silent and your attention returned to the television.
"can i get you something?" the catalonian asked sweetly as you ignored her, tucking your knees up to your chest and pulling the blanket to your chin. "mi amor do you need anything? tissue, cough medicine, tea, soup, a hug?" your girlfriend smiled hopefully as you shot her a blistering side eye.
"for you to leave me alone." you grumbled, sniffling and wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. you'd even refused to wear one of alexia's and thats when she knew you were perhaps just a touch beyond the normal level of grumpy you became when unwell.
though really alexia knew it was her fault. you'd at first been strong and held quite firm to the no kissing rule when she was sick last week, needing to still be viable and healthy to look after her as well as work from home while you did so.
now to the average bystander they'd not know the true nature of your girlfriends incredibly clingy tendencies, but when her walls were down and it was just the two of you she melted like a icey in the sun, crawling on top of you.
if you didn't react fast enough she'd grab your arms and wrap them around her, tucking them up the back of whatever was covering her torso, the blonde mumbling into your neck she wanted back scratches and you'd often tease that if she got any closer she'd be inside your skin.
then when alexia was sick it was even more dire that she have every possible ounce of your attention and touch. so as the hours ticked by and you'd still held firm that her lips weren't to touch yours and she not get too close, her attempts to break you down also doubled.
unfortunately to your own detriment you also found yourself feeling a little touch starved, and the more effort alexia made to getting you to crack the closer and closer you stepped toward the edge.
but over and over you warned her that not only did you have to work but you had a music festival with your friends on the weekend you needed to be in fit and fighting shape for.
spoiler alert, a night of consolation kisses to cheer up your incredibly pouty and miserable girlfriend who was informed she'd not be fit enough to make the squad this weekend meant it was needless to say you weren't going to the music festival now.
it had been frosty for the last two days since.
you'd even gone as far as to put up a pillow wall as a compromise for not kicking alexia out of the bed much to the constant whining and apologizing and groveling and begging and pleading you were far too tired and unwell to give into.
"mi vida. por favor i do not know what else to do, i have said over and over i am very sorry!" alexia groaned again, collapsing into the sofa beside you, thumping into the cushions and hazel eyes burning holes into the side of your head.
"i told you, leave me alone." you huffed, well aware you were now bordering on overreacting but your dampened state of well being and the fomo of watching your friends all have fun at the festival without you was making it near impossible to move on from that.
with one final sigh and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before you could push her away alexia did as you asked and left you be. and with the warmth of the blanket and your inconsistent temperature it didn't take long before you drifted off.
when you woke up it was to an all too familiar smell, lifting your head groggily and peeking over the back of the lounge you could see your girlfriend with her back to you in the kitchen.
you hadn't made a single noise but alexia could feel your eyes on her as she glanced over her shoulder and threw you a smile which you didn't return, though you also didn't turn away, resting your chin on top of the sofa and watching her as she cooked.
"are you making your soup?" you rasped out after awhile, unable to ignore the overwhelmingly alluring smell wafting closer and closer. "maybe." alexia grinned coyly as you rolled your eyes and flopped back down onto the sofa.
"not in the mood for cute." you quipped with a huff, stretching your arms out behind your head and tuning back into the spanish soap opera your girlfriends sister had gotten you shamefully addicted to, though alba never ceased to tease that you needed the subtitles on.
you glanced up when you heard someone clear their throat, looking up at your girlfriend for a fleeting moment as she stood before you and placed down two bowls of soup on the coffee table before your gaze returned to the television
but then when you realized alexia had done an outfit change, your head snapped back so fast you near gave yourself whiplash.
"hola bebita." she purred with a suggestive smile as you sat upright and covered your mouth with your hand, taking in your incredibly athletically built girlfriend in all her glory.
her glory being the ill fighting barely covering nurses costume that was yours which was sitting taunt against her muscular body.
given the fact it was made in your size and not hers, and she easily stood two and a half heads taller, she looked like one wrong move would have her bursting out of it like the hulk.
and so you did the only thing your body could do in the moment taking her in and the way her thick quad muscles had the garters wrapped around them about a millisecond from snapping, you collapsed backwards into the sofa clutching at your stomach, body heaving with laughter which rang around your empty shared home.
the reaction was clearly not what the taller girl anticipated as her mouth formed a small o and she crossed her arms, the way the sleeves ripped as she did so only making you laugh harder.
"hey! this was supposed to be sexy, not funny!" alexia protested with a huff, your head shaking to and fro as you tried to stop laughing for a moment so you could get a word out.
"cariño its not funny!" alexia groaned, a slight blush coating her cheeks as she shuffled closer. "oh mi amor you're forgiven. you're so forgiven!" you pulled your phone out and wiped a stray tear, snapping a few photos as your girlfriend gasped and tried to cover up.
"well this was not what i wanted but i am glad to at least see you smile again." alexia gave in with a shake of her head, moving to sit down beside you so you could both eat, grateful to hear her favorite noise once more as your belly laughter subsided into giggles.
but right as she did a strange noise sounded and your hand once more flew to your mouth, alexia now near naked beside you as the entire back of the ensemble ripped clean in half, your eyes raking over the taunt tattooed and tanned skin of her back.
"don't." alexia warned seriously, a pleading look in her eyes as you lost it again, sagging into her and clutching at your stomach as the sounds of your laughter filled the air. "amor!" alexia whined, clearly embarrassed as her hands flew to cover her own face.
"are you comfortable?" you teased, sitting up on your knees beside her once your laughter had settled, wrenching alexia's hands away from her face with a raised eyebrow. "no." your girlfriend mumbled with a huff and a roll of her eyes.
"so now you understand how it feels when i dress up for you." you hinted, eyebrow raising even higher as alexia sighed but nodded. "i have more muscles! it hurts more." the girl huffed, bottom lip jutting out into a slight pout.
"thats what you're going to take from all of this? ale i just forgave you, don't piss me off again." you huffed smacking her chest lightly as the corners of her mouth curled upward slightly.
"why not? it is what you are taking from this, no?" the slight smile turned into a full on grin now as she settled back into the lounge a little more clearly making an effort to flex her biceps and upper arm muscles as they sat folded behind her head.
"still not in the mood for cute. and thanks to you i'm sick, so if it was sex you were angling for putellas...think again." your hand smacked gently against her cheek a few times with a wink.
though before you could reach for your food your back was flat against the sofa and your girlfriend hovered over you, settling herself on her knees between your legs.
"you know bebita, there is still a lot i can do for you while you are unwell. but only if you are feeling up to it!" a singular finger trailed down your bare leg, her smirk widening at the goosebumps which arose in response.
"well you are a nurse, and it would be wrong of me to assume i know what i need better than a nurse." you smiled, alexia raising an eyebrow as she sunk a little lower, a few kisses trailed up your leg as you hummed, already feeling better as they got higher and her large hands gripped your thighs pushing your legs even further apart.
you sighed in pleasure and tangled your hands in her hair as her chin rested on your abdomen, looking up at you with a smile as she played with the hem of your shorts, t-shirt pushed upward and a few kisses placed to your stomach as your eyes fluttered closed and your shorts suddenly dissapeared.
"let me make it all feel better princesa."
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Headcanon request of how the dorm leaders (with kalim replaced w/ jamil if possible) would react to their crush accidentally taking a love potion and acting extra affectionate to them?
Oh I love this so much! There are a few hcs out there about similar situations and they're ALWAYS my favourite to read! I'm so glad I finally got to write some on my own! I hope you enjoy!!!
Warning: slightly suggestive at times.
P.s. the love potion doubles as a truth potion. You'll see what I mean! I've left off on a somewhat open ending, so do tell if you'd like a p2!
Of course you were going to be partners with Ace of all people in Potions. The almost apologetic look, which professor Crewel sent you wasn't really helping you feel any less like a martyr. Any less... patronised. But what were you to do, rather than accept your fate gracefully and see where that takes you.
The potion, which was to be made was a truth potion. It was simple, really. Few ingredients, fewer steps. And it looked exactly like in the picture, only a little less orange and a little more pink. But that was normal, right?
Only it wasn't a truth potion. And Ace decided to put it in a water bottle. The same water bottle as yours. Why? To hide the fact that it was slightly pinker, than orange. Did Crewel buy it? No. But you? You did. One misplaced bottle, an unsuspecting MC and a series of unfortunate events.
When did your juice taste so unbelievably sweet?
"Oh no..."
Riddle was perfectly unsuspecting, going about his day, preparing for an unbirthday party, when he saw Ace practically dragging you to him. The moment you laid eyes on Riddle, a dopey smile appeared on your face.
He is confused âąïž. You slipped Ace's grip and threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, practically hanging off him. "Riddle, the love of my life, I missed you so much, my heart can't beat when you're not around me."
Riddle's face turned 50 shades of red at that exact moment. He turned to Ace for an explanation, feeling embarrassment stir in his heart. And why did you sound like Rook?!
"LOVE POTION. WILL WEAR OUT, BYE " Aaaaand he was gone. Riddle was about to yell after him, when you grabbed his face, looking deep into his eyes. "Riddle, you're so pretty today."
His heart skipped a beat. In fact, it skipped a few too many beats. "Prefect, please. You're under the influence of a potion." He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself.
"But the potion only shows my true feelings for you! I've always loved you!" You smiled at him, running your fingers through his hair.
"T-then... Let's speak about this after the potion wears off, okay?" He asked, reluctantly patting you on the shoulder. (Smooth. V smooth.) "Fine, but only if you stay with me. I want to spend time with you!"
"I will. Until you recover and then some."
He could hear your footsteps, approaching his napping spot in the botanical gardens, so he already knew you were coming before you called out to him. "Leona!" And there it was, your sing-song voice, much cheerier than usual.
He lazily opened one eye as to acknowledge your existence. He expected you to sit down and tell him of whatever wacky shenanigans you'd got into. What he didn't expect was for you to climb into his lap, smothering him in a hug. Was he flustered? Yes. Was he about to show it? Hell no.
"Damn, what has gotten into you today, herbivore? You're unusually... annoying."
No. No, do not give him the puppy eyes, he can't take it. Oh god. "I just wanted to come see you! Mmm, you smell so good." You whispered, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. The whole position you two were in was quite...the sight. A growl escaped him, before he pushed you back, to look you in the eyes. Were your pupils... Hearts?!
"What the fuck has happened to you? Did you ingest something you shouldn't?" Now that he thought about it, your breath did smell sweeter, no, all of you smelled sweeter. He was perceptive, terrifyingly so. In fact he was pretty sure a love potion was responsible for your actions. You seemed drunk (off of him).
"Fuck, get off, we gotta go to the infirmary, or better yet - to Crewel, to brew an antidote.
"But- maybe I like being like this. At least I'm bold enough to show you how much I love you like this!"
....wait what?
He was about to have a very long chat with you once all of this was resolved.
Azul was finishing up the preparation for a new FRESH BATCH of contracts, when a knock on the door interrupted him. In came Jade, followed by you - a very giddy-looking you.
"My apologies, they insisted they had to see you." With those words, Jade left the vicinity, knowing fully well what was about to go down (because of course the fucker knew you weren't being fully yourself. He was also acutely aware of Azul's growing infatuation with you.)
"Azul, I come with a proposition. Let's form a relationship contract, where we both get all benefits of being a couple!" You moved behind his desk, grabbing his hand. "It's a limited time offer. Sealed with a kiss!"
Azul was: Flustered. Flabbergasted. Bamboozled. Floored. Gone. Out of the stratosphere. He was torn between running away to his octopot and smootly answering by presenting a contract, ready-made for the occasion. (Which he totally had.)
"M-MC. This is rather sudden of you-" he started, fixing his glasses. "I did not expect...such a proposition." Not that he would complain.
You moved closer to him, wrapping your other arm around his neck. "Well, what do you say? Do we have a deal?" Those eyes of yours were piercing through his very heart, unnaturally so... Suspiciously unnaturally.
"MC, if you may, could you perhaps wait until I've... finished writing down the logistics of such a contract?"
Your smile widened and he swore he felt Cupid's arrow pierce through him. "Of course, for you I'd wait a lifetime, my handsome octopus~"
You were never THIS bold with him. He had to investigate further.
Jamil had just finished basketball practice, when he bumped into you. Or more so, you bumped into him. Immediately, you threw your arms around his neck, bringing him down to leave a kiss on his cheek. "Hey, Jamil~ Fancy seeing you here."
What in the Sevens' name-
He felt blood rush to his face at an alarming rate. Looking away, he pushed you back to create some distance between you two. "What has gotten into you?!" He asked, exasperated, still keeping you at arm's length. He was NOT prepared for his crush doing that out of nowhere.
"I'm just greeting you, silly! I passed by the gym, figured I'd say hi~"
"Okay. Hi. What do you want? You can't just...go around doing that." He did not have time to deal with whatever this is, he figured it was most probably a prank of some kind.
"What makes you think I go around kissing people. I only want to kiss you!" You smiled at him so lovingly, he could barely keep his knees from buckling. This was quickly becoming very overwhelming for him.
"Where is...all of this coming from, exactly? Are you fever-striken or something?" He lay a hand on your forehead, y'know, just checking.
"It's not a fever, Jamil. I'm just reaaaaally into you!"
"Stop joking around about this."
"I'm serious!" You grabbed his hand, laying it over your heart. His eyes narrowed. It's not like he didn't believe you, but this was far too sudden and you seemed far too..out of it of sorts. His sixth sense was screaming at him. He considered cornering Ace after taking you home. He already seemed pretty fidgety during practice.
"Okay. Look. Let's talk about this over coffee tomorrow, alright? My treat."
"Oooh, so a date, then?"
"Yes... a date. Now let me walk you back to Ramshackle."
The moment you saw Ace's horrified expression, you knew there was only one person you could turn to - Vil. He could surely help brew an antidote. As fast as possible you made your way to Pomefiore, worried about what the potion might do to you. However, the moment you laid eyes on him, you felt your own emotions overwhelm you.
"Vil!"
He was in the lounge, scolding conversing with Epel. The moment your eyes met, the most lovestruck of smiles crawled on your face. "Ah, I'm so happy to see you. I missed you greatly!" You walked over to him, a slight skip in your step. Vil merely raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing here, potato? Unannounced, and you look like you've run here." He dismissed Epel, mumbling how he'll 'deal with him later', instead turning his attention fully to you.
"I came to ask for help, I accidentally ingested a potion. But now that I'm here-" you moved to link your arm with his. "I could maybe spend some time with you? We haven't seen each other in nearly a week, handsome." You winked at him.
"Potato, as much as I enjoy spending time with you, you can't ju- wait. What potion???" He grabed you by the shoulders. "How did it happen?!"
You smiled at him, reaching out to gently grasp a strand of his hair and twirl it. "It was supposed to be a truth potion, but something went wrong. Ace put it in a water bottle and I drank it. But I feel perfectly fine, especially now that I'm here. Ah, somehow I never get the chance to tell you how much you truly mean to me. And I mean it romantically."
He nearly lost his cool. Hiding his frazzled state behind a dainty cough, clearly fake, not that there was anybody around to call him out, a deep sigh escaped his lips. "You probably added too much chicory root and turned it into a love potion."
You frowned. "But my feelings are very real. I could just never tell you before. Do you.. not return them?"
"Pota- MC, let me brew you an antidote, and then I'll give you my answer, okay?"
You had texted him, saying you urgently needed to go see him. And you even had texted your code word for "fucking emergency, drop what you're doing right now". Yes, the word was "capybara". Much unlike his usual self, he quickly exited the game he was playing, after all - you only used that word once before, and he really didn't want to ponder on THAT time.
Just as he was about to text you back, a hurried knock on his door startled him.
"MC?" He questioned, looking around to make sure his room was at least somewhat decent looking. You'd hung out with him countless times before, but he wanted to double-check anyways.
"Yes! I'm coming in!" And there you stood, worry instantly leaving your features the moment you spotted him. "Ah, Idia. I'm so lucky to have you.~" before he could react, you made a few steps forward and threw yourself on him, hugging him.
Now, Idia has never been one to appreciate any kind of contact, especially physical. But having his crush hug him. Nah. His internal graphics card isn't strong enough to withstand such situations. He felt himself nearly overheat at the feeling of your body against his. The tiniest of yelps escaped him - the clearest of signs that his body was going into overdrive.
"Idia, something really bad happened and I fear it might affect me. I should stay indoors until it wears off, can we just stay here and cuddle?"
CUDDLE?! C U D D L E?! D-DID HE HEAR YOU RIGHT?! His knees buckled and the two of you fell to the floor. "W-wha-" he couldn't even form his sentence. And it became even worse, once you nestled into his arms, making yourself more comfortable. "I've been waiting for a long time to do this~" you murmured, a satisfied smile on your lips.
He gathered all of the strength in his body, mind and soul, to ask you. "W-what bad thing happened?"
"I drank a potion in class. I don't know what will happen to me and when it will wear off." You mumbled, fingers tracing over his chest. "But I feel safe now. So it's okay."
What kind of potion? He focused all of his attention to the information given to him. He had to know, insecurities and anxiety be damned, you used *the code word* after all.
Somehow, he hoped his suspicions were incorrect.
Malleus was walking near Ramshackle, waiting patiently for your arrival, as the two of you'd scheduled an afternoon walk. Naturally, he saw you approach from a mile away, but the worried look on your face, alarmed him . What alarmed him even more was the faint magical residue, emanating off of you. You were supposed to be magicless, right? Did somebody try to attack you?
As you reached him, you immediately buried your face in his chest, hugging him tightly. He returned the hug, gently running his fingers through your hair. You two were already close enough to have some form skinship, but somehow you were never this forward.
"Tsunotarou", you mumbled, looking up at him. "I'm sorry I'm late." "Nonsense, Child of man. I reckon you're just on time. Is this what has you so troubled?"
"Not really, we had an accident in potions class." Before you could further elaborate, you reached out, cupping his cheek. "But it's okay. This is the most free I've ever felt. As if I'm soaring through the sky, and for once I'm not overthinking my every move. And it's all because of you." You stroked his cheek gently. "Have I ever told you how much I like you?"
His eyes grew wide open at the carefree admission. He was one split second decision away from kissing you breathless right then and there, but somehow he knew something was very wrong. "My, how bold of you, my dear." His surprise soon turned to sorrow, as he pieced together the situation. "It appears that accident may have involved a love potion."
"It was supposed to be a truth potion." You corrected with a small giggle.
"Alas, those two are easy to mix. I appreciate the boldness, I truly do, my dear. However, seeing as you're under the influence of such a potion, I cannot respond in any way."
A bitter smile graced his lips as he patted you on the head. "Let us bring you to Professor Crewel, to brew an antidote. In the meantime, you can tell me which insolent soul is responsible for this."
You pouted at him. "Crewel said it will wear off on its own. And once it does, I will come and confess to you again, to show you how real my feelings are."
That made him smile a bit, as his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. Some may call it false hope. He calls it dedication.
"Then I shall await that moment most ardently, my dear."
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