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em1i2a3 · 2 months ago

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Twin Size Mattress (Bjorn One Shot)

Bjorn x fem!reader

Authors note: Hello! I am definitely new to this. I haven’t written in quite a few years, and just like many hobbies, when you haven’t done it for a while the skill dwindles. So I was hoping I could write something to share on here for the first time, to start dipping my toes back into the pool as most people would say. Like everyone else who is probably lurking these tags, I was pretty enamoured by Bjorn in Alien Romulus (I also went to watch it multiple times in theatres but that was not for Bjorn, I just have a hyper fixation on horror movies.), so I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, DNI if you’re underage please, Smut, mentions of loss and grief, unprotected P in V sex (please be safe…you know the drill), swearing, some very light choking, some foreplay, and a hint of angst? I am hoping I didn’t miss anything because I rarely go back to read over my work due to being extremely picky with wording.

A p.s. from the author: I was listening to a lot of The Front Bottoms when I named this piece, and I thought this song would be fitting for the title.

Word count: 6,390 (yes. I know. I am wordy okay? lol)

On the ship, you never expected such limited space. You never expected to share a bed, and you certainly never expected to share a bed with Bjorn of all people. You hadn’t been on a trip with the team at all, you stayed on base most of the time, but when Tyler proposed the escapade, you thought a change of scenery would benefit you. The mines were beyond torture to you, and being able to leave that behind for an unknown amount of time was extremely tempting.

Now, somehow, you found yourself back to back with one of the people you despised most. He was not a fan of you either, but you were focused more on your distaste for him, you couldn’t care less what he thought of you, definitely not after you overheard him talking about you several times with the rest of the crew. He didn’t like your guts, or how you tried to fit in with the group without having any inkling of what they had gone through together. The crew was his found family and he saw you as an intrusion to that harmony. Not only that but Bjorn didn’t even care to give you a chance, so you had given up on trying to be friendly, and everyone was aware of the mutual hatred. Yet you still managed to get the least desirable spot in the ship.

You laid awake, staring at the wall of the room, listening to the low hum that the ship emitted, the vibrations gently shaking your face. Bjorn shuffled behind you, pulling the blanket that the two of you shared. They couldn’t even give us separate blankets, you thought as you gripped your side, protecting the surface area you had.

“Do you fucking mind?” He said through gritted teeth, “I’m cold.” He added, yanking on the blanket again.

“You can freeze for all I care.” You replied back, mirroring his actions by pulling the end that you were gripping.

“M’ Sure you’re used to the cold since your ‘art is the same temperature.” He said, trying his hardest to pull the knitted blanket over his exposed legs.

”Well if you didn’t dress like you were going into cryosleep you would be warmer. Now shut up and go to sleep before I kick you off the bed and make you sleep on the metal floor.” You spat back.

Before Bjorn climbed into bed he had stripped off his work clothes, leaving him in nothing but a white tank top that hung loosely on him, and a pair of sleep shorts that were a few sizes too big, you had noticed that he had to put on a belt to wear them when you had caught an unwanted glimpse of him taking off the clothing articles. For you though, you were smarter, you brought long sleeved shirts, woven sleep pants, and sweaters, to ensure that you were going to be comfortable throughout the night, knowing that some ships got cold when you were not constantly moving on them.

”Unlike you I want to be comfortable when I sleep.” He replied, pulling the blanket once more. Snapping the tension that was building in you.

”I swear to god Bjorn, stop fucking pulling the blanket!” You exclaimed loud enough for the crew next door to hear. A sharp bang on the wall indicated that everyone was fed up with the argument, telling the both of you to shut up without words. A pang of silence rang through the both of you, as a defeated sigh escaped your mouth, slowly letting some of the blanket out of your grip, allowing him to cover the rest of his body. No more words were exchanged that night, not even a thank you.

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You were sitting at your mother’s bedside, watching her lay with her eyes closed, she looked like the colour of ash, her lips were blue, and chapped. Her lively appearance had been drained from her, and she was a shell of who you had known her to be. You hadn’t left her side since the medic announced the time of death. They had unhooked her from the machines as you sat there, crying, holding her hand, but you refused to go, it had been hours. She was all you had, and she was now just a vessel of bones. You were never going to hear her voice, or see her smile, or feel her arms around you ever again, and of all times you wished you could take back everything you had said to her, but it was too late.

You were so focused on memorizing your mothers face, you didn’t hear the sliding doors of the medical room open. You only realized another set of people were in there once they pulled you up by your work shirt. Your hand let go of your mothers, as they began to pull you towards the exit, mumbling something that was incoherent to you at that point, as you were now blinded by fiery rage. You screamed and begged at the top of your lungs to have them let you go, to let you be with your mother for a few more minutes, but they were having none of it. You had resorted to pushing back against them, pulling the opposite direction as the securities grip tightened on your wrist. You kept screaming and screaming until it all went black.

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“Wake the fuck up!” Bjorn exclaimed, shaking you roughly. The scent of cigarettes wafting from his mouth as his hot breath hit your face with his words. You sat up quickly, almost out of a distinct reflex, luckily he had moved back in time before you forehead hit his face. Your chest was burning, and a familiar taste of salty tears coated your lips, as a bead of sweat dripped down your temple. You placed a hand on your chest, feeling the hard thumping of your heart against it. You tried to catch your breath slowly, not even acknowledging the feeling of Bjorn’s eyes watching you.

He had gotten out of bed just a few minutes before this whole thing, craving a cigarette. He didn’t leave the cramped room, he just sat off to the side, with his arms hanging over his knees, taking long drags and staring at your body rising and falling with increasing intensity. He thought that you were just an odd sleeper, but when you started screaming it sent him into immediate action, knowing that the rest of the crew would’ve automatically assumed it was his fault if he didn’t stop the gut-wrenching sounds. He hadn’t heard anyone scream the way that you were screaming, and he hoped that he would never have to experience it ever again, cause even through all the unfiltered hatred he had for you, he knew something bad must’ve triggered this sort of reaction from you.

He sat in silence, watching you as more tears streamed down your face, your hands reaching up to rub the dampness off your cheeks. He looked over at the mini fridge in the corner of the room, and got off the bed, retrieving his water bottle from the inside of it, returning to you and bumping your arm with the cold metal, grabbing your attention. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, but there was anger behind them, until it softened once you noticed what he was holding out to you. He moved it in front of you, a silent offer. A glint of distrust appeared behind your stare.

”Don’t worry. Just water.” His voice was soft, almost like he was hurt that you thought he was going to give you something other than that, especially in this moment of all times. You reached out for the bottle, taking it gently out of his hands, avoiding his eyes once again, as you unscrewed the cap and drank, the cold metal touching your lips, and the refreshing water moisturizing your dry mouth. You pulled the bottle away, screwing the cap back on before attempting to hand it back to him.

”Thank you.” Your voice was hoarse, and the words stung your throat, raw from the screaming you had done moments before. Bjorn gave you a small nod, slowly sitting down on the bed in front of you. He didn’t take his bottle back though. The silence overtook you again, as you sniffed, trying to breathe through your nose. Bjorn rubbed his hands on his sleep shorts, watching the goosebumps start to rise on his pale skin which was now in your field of vision.

“Are you alright?” He broke the silence, clearing his throat. You didn’t respond. You felt like your body was reliving the trauma, even though it had been two years by this point, “Do you want to talk about it?” He added, trying not to push you, but curious as to what caused the screaming spell. You never heard Bjorn’s voice be so gentle before, it was uncanny in a way, the complete opposite of his cursing and loud demeanor he tended to display throughout the normal crew interactions. You found yourself somehow feeling warm towards the tone.

”I-I’m fine.” You responded, coughing from the mucus that was built up in your throat from the crying spell.

”Doesn’t look like it. And it certainly doesn’t sound like it.” He shivered slightly, not wanting to get into another fight about the blanket, knowing it was a bad time to ask for you to share when you were in this highly emotional state. He rubbed his rough hands over his biceps, generating some heat from the friction, as he kept his eyes on you, watching as you fumbled with the lid of his water bottle, rocking slowly, almost in a way to soothe yourself.

“Listen…I know we may not get along…But I’m genuinely concerned.” He admitted, now moving a bit closer to you, reaching his hands out to hold your shoulders, almost as if he was grounding you to reality. “Can you talk or are you going into shock?” You blinked slowly, shaking your head, now grasping his wrist into your hand, removing his cold touch from your body.

”I don’t need your pity Bjorn, just drop it.” His eyebrows knitted together, scoffing at the sentence that just dropped from your lips, his hands hitting his knees in frustration as he stood up from the bed, going towards his pile of clothes.

”Y’know what? You don’t deserve my pity. You don’t deserve anything actually. I-I try to help and you have to always make it seem like you’re the toughest person in the crew, when you’re just a scared little girl. You’re a fucking baby, and deep down behind that fake front you’re putting on you’re just a lost fucking person, just begging to be accepted.” He rambled, as he grabbed his sweater, putting it on over his head, fixing his red bandana in the process.

”If you even went through an inch of what I’ve had to go through Bjorn you wouldn’t be wanting someone else’s pity either. Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to fucking act like you suddenly are concerned about me. You’ve hated me this entire time, you couldn’t care less, you just fucking switch on a dime and act like a knight in shining armour, as if we weren’t just fighting over a blanket a few hours ago. Don’t you fucking dare talk to me about fake fronts. You know NOTHING about me, and you wouldn’t understand what losing someone is like, so go fuck yourself.” You shot back, venom filling every word that left your mouth. The last part in particular made him go rigid, his hands gripping the table in front of him. His knuckles turning white from the steel grip he had around the wood. It immediately registered with you that you struck a nerve, your breath hitching in your throat as his head bowed down. In a matter of seconds Bjorn spun around on his heel and threw something at you, clinking against the water bottle before falling onto your lap. Dog tags? You thought.

”Those were my moms spare ones. She always had backups in case she lost her usual ones in the mines. She died last year. Buried beneath the rubble. Never coming back. You think you know what loss is? You think you know grief? Imagine not havin a chance to say goodbye, then come on out and accuse me of not fucking understanding what losing someone is like.” The words hit you like a pound of bricks, as your brain took a few moments to process what he was saying. You put the water bottle down beside you, now holding the dog tags in your hands, feeling the engraving of his mother's name on it, with her standard issued number right below it. You looked up at him, watching him clench his jaw under your stare. A pang of regret echoed through your body, as your eyes softened.

”Bjorn…I…”

”Save it, I don’t want your pity.” He interrupted, twisting your words back to you, crossing his arms over his chest, as his crystal blue irises watched your delicate, scarred-up hands hold the dog tags, almost as if they would break under her touch, “Maybe It’ll teach you to think before you speak next time.” He muttered, your eyes flashing up to him, as his gaze broke away to look at the floor now. You slumped down into the blanket that surrounded you, the silence encompassing the room once again. You looked back down at the dog tags, releasing a small sigh while sliding off the mattress, your bare feet meeting the cold metal floor. Bjorn couldn’t help but peek through his lashes as he watched you stop in front of him, leaving a bit of space between the two of you. He could feel your warm breath fan his face, the sweet minty smell of your mouthwash tickling his nose. Suddenly he felt your arms wrap around his neck, and the cold metal chain touching his skin, the contact made him tense up, but he stayed still for you until a small click was heard. You adjusted the dog tags gently, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks under his gaze.

“I’m sorry. I should have never said what I said…I know how you feel Bjorn. I understand how it feels to lose a mom, and I should’ve been aware that I am not the only one who has experienced something like that.” You avoided looking up, knowing he was already looking at you. Even though you hated him you knew when the heat of his ice-blue eyes were on you, and you avoided looking back every time.

”Does the grief get easier?” He whispered as if he was asking you for top-secret information. You held the dog tags between your fingers still, licking your dried lips, and shaking your head.

”It doesn’t…But it becomes your normal. My mother passed away two years ago, and as you can tell I haven’t gotten over it.” You let go of the tags, letting them drop against the sweater he was wearing, taking the courage to meet his eyes, “The nightmares don’t come often, and hopefully one day, I won’t be haunted by that night anymore.” You closed your eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, giving it a small bite, taking some of the dry skin off, drawing a droplet of blood from it, letting the metallic taste settle on your tongue.

Bjorn stared at you, almost enamoured by the way you worded your thoughts, feeling his heart tighten slightly at the sight of you biting your bottom lip. His hand instinctively came up to cup your cheek, his thumb running along the skin just below your eye. You tensed up under his cold palm, flinching back slightly, as your gaze fixated on his. Maybe it was the moment that preceded it, the genuine heart to heart you both were having, but you caught yourself melting into the touch, pushing your cheek more into his hand, holding the stare. Your eyes glistened under the dim lighting, beckoning him to come closer, to close the gap between the two of you, like a siren trying to entrap men at sea, and he was one of your victims.

Slowly he leaned in, trying to gauge your body language as he approached. You didn’t move a muscle, and you could’ve sworn you felt the air from your lungs hitch in your throat, his hot breath now fanning over your lips, pausing to test if you were going to make the final move. As you threw your common sense out the window you closed the gap, allowing the moment to take over, pressing your lips against his, a soft sigh escaping from both of you, like this kiss was somehow a long time coming.

Bjorn's hand left your cheek to hold the side of your neck, your pulse beating against his palm, while the other one was placed firmly on your waist, his fingertips digging into the clothed flesh of your hips. The kiss was sloppy, a feverish craving developing slowly as you adapted to one another’s movements. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself into him, a small moan being exchanged, both of you pulling away for a moment to look at each other. To give each other a final chance to realize what you were doing and who you were doing it with.

Red heat crept onto both of your faces, your hands now tangling themselves into his hair, pulling him in again to avoid thinking about the meaning of what you guys were doing, not wanting to put your actions into question. You pulled gently at the hair within your grip, a muted moan vibrating against your lips as Bjorn now had both hands placed on your hips, sneaking under your long-sleeved shirt to touch the soft skin beneath. Goosebumps slowly climbed up your skin, a shiver creeping up your spine, as he switched positions so you were pressed against the small table, entrapping you with his body. His hands slid down the backs of your thighs as he lifted you gently and placed your bottom onto the wooden surface. Your legs opened up for him, letting him settle between them.

You pulled back this time, opening your eyes to look at his face. His lips were already red and swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and you couldn’t help but reach out and touch the tender flesh, watching his icy blue irises observe you, as you dragged your thumb down the middle of his lip, to his chin. A soft moan escaped into the air as his hands desperately searched for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side.

“Oh my god.” He whispered, looking at your bare chest, your skin flushing beneath his gaze, holding back the instinct to cover yourself up. Your breathing escalated, and you felt the nerves begin to bundle and coil in your stomach. You did not know if this was a good situation, but you reassured yourself that you would take care of it in the morning. The cold air of the enclosed room hardened your nipples as Bjorn leaned towards you, his soft lips slowly kissing down your neck, with his rough, calloused hands running down your bareback. You could feel his teeth gently graze the skin of your collarbone, a small bite being felt, making you flinch in his hands at the sensation that crowded your consciousness, you could feel his lips form a small smirk against your skin, his eyes glancing at up at you briefly to witness the blush slowly invade your cheeks.

“You okay?” He asked, his hot breath sticking to the skin just above the mound of your breast, his eyes watching you closely for your reaction, trying to see if there was hesitance. His lips parted slightly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive flesh, earning a soft sigh out of you.

“I’m okay.” You replied, “Are you okay?” Returning the same level of concern he had, as his lips took your pebbled nipple into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks to create a tense suction while the tip of his tongue collaborated with the pressure, a gasp emitting into the air. He pulled back for a moment, with a small pop.

“I’m on fire.” His voice was husky, his mouth returning to the same spot again, adding more saliva to the sensitive skin on your nipples, as your thighs enclosed around Bjorn’s hips, feeling the tenting in his shorts brush up against your core. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, as your brain focused on the sensations of his tongue, whilst also trying to find the bottom of his sweater with your hands. You tugged at the hem of the clothing, watching him pull off your nipple again to aid you in removing the top, throwing it to the side, and leaving him in his undershirt. Your eyes roamed over his exposed skin, now paying attention to the details you never noticed before, tracing the outline of the healed scars that glistened in the light, you assumed it was from the mines, knowing that the ricocheting rocks could give some pretty nasty scrapes. There was a pause, as the two of you exchanged momentary glances, before touching foreheads. He snaked his arms around you, pulling you up and off the desk, your legs wrapped around him out of instinct while he was making his way over to the small mattress. Your lips found his again, desire burning behind every action you took, feeling your back hit the bed, the mattress pillowing around you. His weight pressed down onto your body, his hands sliding down your bare torso, right to the tie of your pyjama pants, the two of you continuing to kiss hungrily, your teeth nibbling his bottom lip. He pulled away, holding himself up with one arm.

“Can I take them off?” He breathed, motioning to his hand on the tie. You nodded, lifting your hips off the bed so he could pull the pants down off your long legs, bunching them up and throwing them to the side, taking in the sight before him. His eyes roamed over the skin of your legs, smooth and unmarked, leading up to the green lacy underwear you wore, the last thing you had on. You felt his calloused fingers trace up your thigh, as you sat up taking his face into your hands, watching him close his eyes.

“Lay down.” You instructed, his eyelids fluttering open to meet your gaze, “But let’s take this off first.” You added, slipping the undershirt off his form, exposing more of his milky white skin, your hands running down his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart against your palm, your eyes glued to him as he listened to your instructions, laying on his back as you climbed on top of him, your legs straddling his waist, placing pressure on the tent that was formed in his shorts. He pushed his head back on the mattress, as his mouth slowly opened, his hands resting on your hips to press you down harder against the fabric adding friction to the area.

You could feel your arousal pool in your panties, as he dragged your hips forward and back against the outline of his cock. You can tell that he was well-endowed, which made you nervous. It wasn’t your first time having sex, but you had run into a dry spell, it had been a year and a half by this point - not that you were counting the days - and you feared that you possibly lost your touch. Now being aware of his size you had this innate desire to impress him, paying attention to the grip he had on your hips, feeling his fingers dig into your flesh with each movement. He looked up at you, lust filling behind the blue irises as he removed one hand from your waist, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, coating them in saliva, before sitting up, not wanting to stay on his back. His touch left a wet trail down your stomach, brimming the waistband of your underwear, silently asking to continue further. In desperation, your lips met his, wanting to be closer to him, hoping that this was a good enough answer for him to go on with what he was planning.

His hand slid under the waistband, feeling the wetness that was soaked into the cloth of your underwear, a light moan escaping his mouth. You pulled him closer to you, your hands roaming over his shoulder blades. He smiled against your lips, as his fingertips grazed over your clit, earning a sharp intake of breath from you that was a little louder than expected. He pulled back quickly, using his spare hand to cover your mouth.

“You need to be quiet.” He whispered, smirking at the way your face turned bright red, continuing to circle your clit in a slow and rhythmic motion. The wetness from his saliva allows for a smooth glide across the bundle of nerves, causing your hips to buckle slightly. Bjorn removed his hand from your mouth, placing it onto your breast, and giving it a rough squeeze. You closed your eyes tightly as his fingers continued working on both erogenous zones, synching them together so that when your hips ground against his hand his fingers squeezed your nipple. He leaned down, his mouth latching onto your free breast, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh, leaving a dark red mark, and moving to the other side to do the same.

Your brain was clouded, not knowing what to focus on, completely intoxicated by the attention Bjorn was giving you. You were surprised by how gentle he was when usually he carried himself like an unattentive jerk most of the time. His fingers suddenly stopped rubbing your clit, as his hand moved further into the slick wetness of your panties, dipping two fingers inside of you. Your mouth dropped open at the delicious stretch his thick digits provided, mentally reminding yourself not to make excessive noise. A small smile drew up on his swollen lips.

“God you’re so tight.” His words brushed against your lips, “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He added, smirking at the way your eyes closed at the words he said, curling his fingers inside you, moving them slowly to build up the tension that electrified all your senses. Through your short gasps for air one of your hands made its way down his chest, undoing his belt and throwing it to the side, ghosting your lips against his before slipping your hand beneath the waistband, finding his hard cock in an instant. You couldn’t see it, but the outline didn’t prepare you for the thickness and length that you were palming at the moment. Precum was already dripping from the head of his penis as you started stroking, spreading the warm stickiness along the shaft. Now, just like you, he was taking in short breaths, the rhythm of his fingers being thrown off at the touch of your hand.

“Do I need a c-condom?” He asked, already thinking ahead so there was no delay once all the layers were off.

“I…Implant.” You shuddered, trying to speak without your words getting caught in your throat, “Got it r-replaced a month ago.” His lips met the marked flesh of your breast, giving light kisses on the area.

“You want me to fill you with my cum? You wanna be leaking me all day long? Hm?” His voice vibrated against your skin, his mouth leaving another purpled bruise over your breast. The sheer thought caused your walls to flutter around his fingers, which encouraged him to continue his quickened pace. You could feel yourself getting to the point where your legs were beginning to twitch from the sensation he was causing you, your orgasm building inside your velvety walls. Bjorn took the opportunity and added another finger into you, stretching you out as much as possible, the sudden intrusion making your back arch into him. He took advantage of the moment of weakness and flipped you over, so now you were at his mercy, a yelp escaping your throat at the newfound pressure of his body on yours.

“Tell me what you want….” He said, his breath hitting the shell of your ear, his full puffy lips ghosting the skin so delicately. His body shuddered as you began to stroke him with a little more roughness

“I want…You.” Your voice was hoarse, almost cracking at the desperation, as your free hand took his bandana off his head, throwing it to the side so his hair could fall in front of his face. He hummed, pumping his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, bringing his glistening digits up to his lips, sucking the juices off them like it was honey.

“You taste so sweet…S-so delicious.” He murmured, getting every last drop before moving off of you, your grip leaving his hardened member. He grabbed the blanket placing it at his waist before beckoning you to come join him under the covers. You removed your underwear, watching him shuffle beneath the blanket, assuming that he was removing his shorts, the last thing that was hindering the finality of what the both of you were going to do. You knew things were going to change after this, there was no denying that, and it was slowly dawning on you that you didn’t know how you were going to handle this in the morning. Are you and Bjorn going to suddenly become friendly, and allow the people around you to catch wind of what happened? Or are you going to keep it your little secret? You had no clue, and it currently wasn’t the right time to ask, so once again, you pushed the thoughts away, settling in under the covers with him, his skin touching yours, setting the area ablaze, as the electric heat rushed up your body.

You turned onto your side, mirroring the position he was in, allowing yourself to look at him, allowing the silence to come between the two of you. A small smile appeared on his lips, his hand reaching out to push a piece of hair out of your face. The two of you took a moment to breathe, almost like you were trying to emotionally sync together. He could sense you were thinking too hard, the cogs in your brain turning about what was going to happen after this, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment to have a long conversation about the future, it wasn’t the right time.

His hand caressed your cheek, as you brought your leg over his hip to close the small space you mindfully left between the two of you.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bjorn blurted out, he could see your eyes widen slightly, “I mean…I just don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning hating me even more because we did this. I also don’t want to take advantage of our heart to heart…I just want to make sure…” He trailed off, looking at your lips turning up into a soft smile, your head shaking.

“I want this.” You replied, “And you’re not taking advantage of me, and I won’t hate you even more when we wake up.” You added, hoping that those confirmations were enough to give him the go ahead. He nodded, before his arm slid around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a gentle kiss onto your lips, placing his weight forward so he can have you laying on your back.

He settled between your legs, holding your neck with his hand, giving it a taunting squeeze, as he adjusted to the position on top of you, feeling the wetness between your legs against him. He pulled back, letting his free hand grab his cock, giving it a few strokes to spread the precum over the length. You watched him do this with your lip caught between your teeth in anticipation, his body leaning closer to you to let the tip drag down your folds to find your entrance. His eyes met yours, wanting to look into them as he slowly thrusted into you. Your mouth dropped open, as his lips met yours to swallow the gasp that almost made its escape.

The warmth surrounded him, your walls taking him in willingly, the stretch making you breathless, and leaving you feeling full, even though he wasn’t close to bottoming out. His breath was heavy as he continued to push, feeling his hips buckle slightly from the pure heat that was running through him, that held him. He squeezed your neck gently, pulling back from your mouth, a small whimper leaving your throat, desperately wanting his lips to be back on yours.

”Y-You feel so good Bjorn.” You managed to say quietly, your voice sounding like you were on the brink of tears, your hands sliding up from his chest, all the way up his neck, to now lace through his hair, as you continued to feel him push into you gasping when he bottomed out right against your cervix, his hips meeting yours. The hand that was on your neck slid to your cheek.

”You need to try to be quiet.” He said, knowing that it might be no use, even he was struggling to hold back at this point. You nodded, pulling him back down so your lips can crash against his again, the sloppy wetness distracting you for a moment, as he pulled out, so just the tip remained in you, before burying himself into you again, your moans vibrating between the two of you, trying to keep the volume down as much as possible. Slowly Bjorn found his rhythm, allowing you to adjust fully to his size before he picked up the movements. His lips pulled away from yours, as he moved to the side of your neck, peppering wet kissing against the sensitive flesh, before blowing on the damp spots, the cooling sensation sending shivers up your spine.

”B-Bjorn…I-I…” You couldn’t get any words out, the way his hips continued to meet yours in an agonizing roughness was too much for you to even think. The pleasure coiled inside you with each movement, and it left you breathless, as Bjorn pulled back to look into your dazed eyes. He felt pride knowing how speechless you were, watching you gasp as he teasingly pulled out to the tip only for him to push harder back into you, letting himself graze your cervix to add to the pressure that was building inside you. Your walls fluttered around him, as your nails dragged down his back, causing him to shudder.

”You feel so good…So fucking good.” He breathed, moving back a little so he was sitting up slightly, to watch himself go in and out of you, his mouth forming an ‘o’ as his head tilted back, eyes closing. “If only you could see how good your pussy looks when it’s taking my cock. It’s like a fucking dream…You’re a fucking dream.” His hands dug into the skin of your hips, as he pushed himself in harder, the sound of skin slapping on skin now echoing through the small room. The back of your head pressed into the pillow, your back arching up, breasts perking, as your body began to grind into his thrusts, adding additional pressure against your g-spot. The slight shift in position allows you to feel the veins of his cock drag against your walls, leaving you breathless.

“Jesus Christ Bjorn, please…Harder.” You begged quietly, feeling the coil in your core begin to burn, the tension building with each movement he made. His eyes roamed over your body, as his hands brought your legs up onto his shoulders, a loud gasp escaping your throat.

“I want you to come on me. I want to feel your sweet little cunt tighten around my cock.” He stated, kissing your calf, as his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands down to pin them on either side of your head. You writhed under him as his thrusts became sloppier, his hips grinding against yours as the both of you chased the release you craved. His right hand released yours as he wrapped it around your neck, digging gently into your pulse points adding just enough pressure to make you lightheaded, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. The tension finally snapped inside you as you cried out, your walls clenching around him, your body shuddering at the ecstacy that flowed through you. Your hooded eyes looked up at him, pleading, feeling him slide your legs off his shoulders so he can press his body against yours craving the intimacy of the position.

“Please Bjorn. Please cum in me.” You begged, his lips ghosting yours, his head nodding, as his hard thrusts began to falter, slowing slightly until he pushed deeper into you, the tip of his cock pressing right up against your cervix as he filled you up with his hot seed, a soft ‘ahh’ escaping his throat, his hips bucking against yours as he rode out his high. His cock twitched against your overly stimulated walls, making sure every last drop of his cum had settled into you before pulling out, and letting go of your neck with a sigh. He pressed a soft, satisfying kiss against your lips, rolling off of you soon after, landing on his back. You pulled the blanket up over your chest, looking down at the marks that he had left on the tops of your breasts, then looking at him, seeing the spent look on his face, a small smile painted on his reddened lips.

”That…That was fucking amazing.” He said, his hand reaching over to interlace your fingers together, head tilting to meet your eyes.

“We should get into fights more often.” You commented, causing the both of you to laugh.

“Maybe we could arrange that.”

#bjorn alien romulus #bjorn alien romulus x reader #alien romulus fanfic #bjorn smut #bjorn x fem reader #spike fearn #alien franchise #alien: romulus

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volturiprincess · 11 months ago

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A late night conversation with Felix (Extended Version)

Felix Volturi x human mate reader

Summary: The conversation that happens between reader and Felix late at night when reader has a hard time falling asleep Warnings: None really, just some curse words and some mentions of smut but overall cute fluff A/N: I finally got to it and I got to say it was fun to write. its not really structured like a one-shot, its more like back and forth dialogue. Something different but I loved it. There will be a second A/N in the end. F/c: favorite color Word Count: 1060 🌹~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹

(Mighty fine man)

I have been awake for the past hour chatting away with Felix. I am supposed to be sleeping but sleep appears to not be on my side currently. And it does not help that Felix just lets me talk away and does not even bother to make me fall asleep– but that is one of the many reasons why I love him. Our current situation right now is him barely fitting on the twin size bed in my dorm, his poor legs are dangling off the bed while I'm snuggled on top of him with his arms wrapped around me. This is not the first night where we have been like this, Felix likes to visit me as frequently as he can at night when he is not away on some mission or has a night guard shift. Even if I am currently in college (one that is close to Volterra), we spend a lot of time together either studying, going on dates, sex in the most risky places in my campus, and my favorite thing; lying in bed with him late at night talking about the most random crap to exist like now

“ Felix? Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?”

I heard him take an unnecessary breath before he responded

“My dear little rose, sometimes you really are a mystery to me, what goes through that pretty head of yours when iIm not around?

“Well first of all school, and that stupid essay that's due tomorrow but then my mind wanders to you and your jaw dropping arms that just fits so perfectly around me or how your large hand makes quiet the nice necklace”

The way he gasp made me think I really did catch him off guard

“And here I thought my little cara was a good girl and only focused on school”

“Well you thought wrong big guy, how am I supposed to think clearly when I have you as a lover? The way you know how to have me on my knees for you with just a look is just insane?”

Without even looking at him I knew he had that shark-like grin he gets when his ego is boosted which never fails to amuse me.

“You know the way you always compliment me with your modern words makes me fall for you more than you can imagine”

“Oh don't get soft on me yet big guy, you haven't even meet my delusional self when I lack sleep”

He chuckled slightly

“Oh cara, nothing could make me love you less”

“Hmmm, mind if I ask you something Fe?

“Anything amore”

“Do you have a switch?

Dead silence once again with his small sigh

“...No…..why?”

“Because I want to turn you on.”

The dead silence that came after made me think that I finally broke him but then the booming laugh that came out of him made me look up at him in shock. My eyebrows then furrowed in confusion when he calmed down after 5 minutes of laughter

“With that being said short stack you should get some rest, you need it”

“First of all, who are you calling short stack?”

“You obviously, look at you compared to me, you fit on this bed perfectly while im barely on it”

“Well it's not my fault you’re a whole ass unit of a man, look at you, I mean i'm not complaining, I love your size, but then again that's probably my size kink that clouds my mind when I see you”

In a teasing voice he replied

“Is that the only thing you think about when you see me, not my dashing smile, or my wonderful personality that can make you blush easily and make you weak in the knees”

“On the contrary I love those characteristics of yours, your more that I can handle half of the time”

He chuckles again and then says calmly

“Just close your eyes, i'll be here when you wake up in the morning”

“Like it's that easy Felix, you think I don't do that every night?’

“Well if you don't go to sleep then I will make you sleepy”

The dead silence after that was so thick that even Alec’s gift would be jealous.

“Is that a promise?”

He tilted my head slightly so I could look at him and he that look that look like he was going to eat me whole and that instantly sent an electric feeling of aroused to my core

“If you don't fall asleep soon then….no sex for a week”

The audacity of this man– well vampire has to deny me sex for a week is absurd, who does he think he is to say such a thing?

“You wouldn't dare”

“Oh but I will”

“You wouldn't last a day without being intimate with me”

“Oh but I managed to last centuries without having sex”

“Well I uh, now it's different Felix, found your mate now, you wouldn't last a day”

“So you want to bet on that then?”

“WHAT no, are you insane, i'm only saying you wouldn't last, me on the other hand, well that's a different story”

“Alright I won't deny you what you desire, but you need to sleep already tesoro, I don't want you to fall asleep in your classes”

“Well then you haven't met my english professor have you, he has this monotone voice that sounds like a combination of Kermit the frog and a flat line, I don't know whether to hold in a laugh or to fall asleep”

“Kermit the Frog? Who is that?”

“Oh right your like a million years old, he's a muppet and he's a frog obviously”

“A muppet? I never heard of that, is he like a puppet then?”

“In a way, you know what, tomorrow night we will have a movie night and I will show you the muppet movie, okay my love?”

“Alright, but now sleep or I will be serious about my threat”

“Ok ok, don't need to be dramatic now, look i'll close my eyes now”

Unfortunately the minute I closed my eyes, sleep over took me and I passed out in a minute in the coldness that naturally Felix releases and my f/c quilt draped over me that Felix got me for my birthday last year.

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A/N: The part where I said about having a professor that has a voice combination of Kermit and a flat line is true. Anyways, I hope you like it and my I will start working on a Jasper one-shot, I got inspiration from a song recently so something to look forward to.

#Felix is a whole ass unit of a man #felix volturi #the handsome giant of a man #felixvolturi #felix x reader #felix volturi x reader #the volturi #felix volturi imagine #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagine #volturi

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star-dust-stuf · 1 year ago

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Knox Overstreet x fem!reader

title: then you might fall in love baby

warnings: angst, fear of the dark, heart aching fluff

a/n: I’m not scared to say, yes I am scared of the dark. I wrote this so if anyone is scared of the dark they’d know that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. sorry for typos, with love.

As soon as studying was over and Dr Hager told all the students to get read for bed, of course my fears carried on every night and I barely slept but I felt pathetic, why would I be scared of the dark? Especially at my age.

When I finished brushing my teeth I knew I was going to have one hell of a night so I tried to stay around the girls in the bathroom for as long as I could, not wanting to submit myself to the dark too soon.

And yes it was a rule in Welton you had to have lights out at nine-thirty. I hated it, and none of my friends knew, gosh if Charlie knew he’d never let it go. I stood outside my dorm room door, it was dark in there it was almost like I was getting ready to fight demons.

I couldn’t see in the dark, I couldn’t see what was in front of me and it scared me. I didn’t have a choice, but then someone came up behind me and made me jump a little.

“Hey… oops.” Knox smiled at me, but his expression shifted when he saw my stressed eyes. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

I could take the tension, nor the lack of sleep. Besides that, Knox was always so sweet. “Knox… I- I cant sleep…” My voice trailed off.

“What do you mean. Insomnia?” I shake my head, rubbing my arm. “Why cant you sleep… Mh?”

I sighed, “Knox.. I’m scared of the dark.”

Knoxes eyes shot, “oh. Oh! Well, why didn’t you say?”

“Because Charlie doesn’t exactly have a filter.”

Knox chuckled. “Yeah, I get it. Him and his big mouth. I won’t tell, y/n.”

I smiled. “Thanks but, it’s something that’s always bothering me and I can’t sleep at all!”

Knox nodded understandably, “okay, how about this. Stay here, I’ll be right back!”

He ran off towards his room down the hall, some other boys and girls still getting ready for bed, scampering through the hall. “Five minutes!” Hager said loudly.

I sighed, waiting. And then Knox came back. A string of… stars? Wrapped around his arm, he gestured I go into my room, so I did.

It was dark but he was there with me so I had no fuss. He shut my door, now it was really dark, he jumped up onto my bed and started to hang the small lights across the wall, then plugging them into the outlet over my bed.

The stars lit up a warm color of light and it spread across my room. “There. Like it?” He hopped down.

I nod. “You didn’t have to-.”

He shrugged. “If you can’t sleep then it’s a problem, trust me. I’ve had those in a box under my bed for most of this year.”

I smiled a little and looked to my feet. He nudged me softly, “hey, what’s up?”

I smiled, “I feel… stupid.”

“For what? Being afraid of the dark. Ha! You got me there.”

I look at him. “You don’t think I-.”

He cut me off. “I don’t think anything bad about it. Sometimes we don’t grow out of our childhood fears. And sometimes things like these are reasonable, everyone’s scared of the dark sometimes, sometimes longer than others.”

I smiled a little, and I meant it this time. “Don’t feel like you can’t be scared of the little things just because they feel… well, childish. If I watch a horror movie I won’t fully recover for weeks!”

I laughed a little, so did he. “You know, Hager won’t know if I spend the night with you? I don’t want to imply anything honestly, I just want to make sure you sleep.”

I smiled and leaned on him a little, “I’d like that.”

I only had a twins sized bed but we were able to squeeze together, it was a lovely excuse to be close to one another. He struggled, he placed his arm around me finally and I snuggled against him… I felt his breath grow heavy, like he was nervous but relived and it made me want this to lady forever.

After a bit of time as I drifted off he slowly stroked my hair and rubbed my arm softly till his eyes got heavy. Who knew he snores.

#x reader #fanfiction #short reads #fanfic #fluff #x fem!reader #cute #dead poets society #knox overstreet #Knox overstreet x reader #dead poet society x reader #dead poets society x fem!reader

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orangecarton · 9 months ago

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Nordic Bunny x Reader WP Pt3 (W.I.P.)

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly. You listened to Nordic Bunny rant about Shred Force, his amazing plan, and how awesome he is. Surprisingly, you didn't get tired of hearing him talk. He had interesting things to say! You didn't have to justify your actions. You simply liked listening to him!

You did, however, get sleepy. It's safe to assume Nordic Bunny noticed because he made it known, loudly.

"Quit dozing off! Is what I am saying not INTERESTING enough for your HUMAN BRAIN?!... Do you need more food? Are you broken?!"

For a moment you could've sworn he was worried and was fussing over you... nahhhh

"Yeah I'm good, just tired."

You yawn and sluggishly shrug of his questions.

"Go ahead and tell me more about uhhhh... robots?"

He moves his face closer to yours and stares at you for a split second, as if to inspect it for lies. After finding nothing he smiles and leans back, you didn't notice the small bit of blush on his face.

"OF COURSE! I knew that!!"

You both sat in silence for a bit. Ultimately, you broke the quiet atmosphere with a yawn,

"Hey not to overstep, but like, do you got... a bed or something?"

He looks puzzled and goes off to the side, talking with himself.

"Hmmm, well... there's... uhh no no... hmmmm."

He turns back around to face you, looks you up and down.

"Hmmmm, I guess I'll just have to get one of my minions to make up somewhere for you to sleep!"

You sleepily nod, not entirely aware of what's going on around you. Nordic Bunny strides to the exit to leave, presumably to get one of his minions to do his bidding. As he's walking away he notices the lack of your presence next to him. Having dragged you around all day he had unconsciously moved to grab your arm only for it to not be there. Turning back around to where you are now dozing off he picks you up around your torso and carries you with one arm on his side. Your arms and legs are dangling a couple feet in the air, given his height. But despite that you are actually quite comfortable.

In time you find yourself falling asleep, not being able to fight off the exhaustion you had.

You wake up to the "peaceful" uproar of shouting and a lazer being blasted.

"I SAID BE QUIET!!!"

Ah, Nordic...

"CAN'T YOU SEE THEY ARE TRYING TO SLEEP?! How can I get intel if my human isn't rested up, because you NIMRODS are being TOO LOUD?!"

The yelling is followed by a couple more blasts. Being fully rested, you get up and take in the new room.

Kinda similar to Nordic Bunny's war room, there is definitely a huge red them going on. Different kinds of circuit boards and tubes line the walls, no visible windows, and it sorta looks like they just cleared out a walk in closet and set up a bed (no galvanized steel or eco friendly wood veneers anywhere). Speaking of, the bed you are resting on is a standard twin sized bed with cherry red sheets with matching pillows and a scarlet comforter. Nice.

"OH, you're awake!"

You turn your face to see Nordic Bunny's face wayyy too close to yours.

"Uhhh, hey?"

"GOOD MORNING! As the humans say. I'm quite knowledgeable about your human culture, and EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE!"

"Hm? Oh yeah, good morning."

Is it morning? Oh well, you wouldn't have anyway to check anyway.

"SO!... Uh, how do you like your room?"

Nordic looks to be almost a bit shy when waiting for your approval.

"Oh yeah, no it's cool. Thanks by the way, real nice of you!"

You give him a soft smile and he flusters a moment before proudly posing and standing a bit taller. How can he get even taller?!

"Ah yes well, I AM THE BEST! And I provide only THE BEST for my... friends?"

He seems to think momentarily for that word. Looking to you seeking a reaction.

"Sure, nice going, uh- friend?"

His face lights up and he virtually lunges at you, scooping you up and spinning you in a tight hug.

"BRILLIANT!!"

He stops abruptly and sets you down. You nearly fall over from the dizziness.

"Oh OH! I have something for you, because my AWESOMENESS KNOWS NO BOUNDS."

Oh, and there he goes running down the hall, leaving you alone with your thoughts... You've been getting pretty comfy here. Heck, you even got your own room now. But what about you lofe on Earth? You didn't have much, but the things you did have were yours. Will you ever see your cramped apartment again? Your extremely rude boss? Your friends? Do they even know you're gone?... Do they even care?

Your thinking is interrupted by the sound of shouting and frantic running. Nordic Bunny bursts into the room with a... PHONE?!

"BEHOLD, A HUMAN DEVICE!"

You look up and see Nordic Bunny parading around a small smartphone in his hands and then presents it to you.

"Oh my god! This... this is great! Thank you so much!"

You're not tearing up at all. Nope, nuh uh.

"OF COURSE! You can go ahead and tell me how great and amazing I am!"

He looks smug as you praise him and thank him profusely for everything he's given you... you god damn cornball.

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(Thank you so much for reading and to everybody giving positive feedback and interacting!!! ;^;)

(Sorry this part is a bit late. I had a bit of trouble thinking of what direction I wanted this to go. I got it now tho!!!)

(And now for your designated doodles)

#nordic bunny #shred force #nordic bunny shred force #nordic bunny x reader #shred force nordic bunny

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dreamy29 · 11 months ago

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In the burrow

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Hi <3 This here them a gear headcannons like you would get for the 1st time in the burrow Pairing: light George x Reader Warnings: None ( implied fluff, a George Wesley in love) Trailer: You are Yn Yln and a good friend from Hermione Greanger and when Hermione was invited to the burrow, she just took you with her. What you didn't know was that George had taken a liking to you. Unfortunately, he's quite… reserved about that sort of thing

Arrival:

in 2 weeks the next school year at Hogwarts would begin

you would arrive in the foxhole with Hermione

of course everyone knew that you would come too (not) that's why you arrived completely unexpectedly with Hermione

but everyone was still happy that you were there too

it was a huge hustle and bustle while you all greeted each other

it was already late so you all ate together, but suddenly you remembered something: "Um… Molly? " you asked hesitantly. "Yes, darling? "she said, looking at you questioningly. Unfortunately, she talks quite loud (because she was sitting at the other end of the table) which made everyone look at you. "Well, I'm very sorry, especially because I came along unannounced, but where am I supposed to sleep? ", you ask. Thoughtful silence until someone says: "She can sleep with us. ". It was George who offered. "Everywhere else is full. Harry sleeps with Ron, Hermione sleeps with Ginny. Bill's sleeping at Percy's and Charly's on the couch. Where else would she sleep?" he said.

Molly had no objections and so the whole thing was settled. After the last cup of cocoa had been drunk, you said, "Good night!" to everyone and ran upstairs to the Weasley twins' room and then got ready for bed in the bathroom and changed your clothes

when you were ready you walked out of the bathroom and nearly bumped into George and Fred who were arguing about who would go into the bathroom next

you slipped between them and made your way into the twins' room

To your surprise, your bed was already made up

it was between George's and Fred's beds and it didn't look like an air mattress either, but just like the twins' bed

the twins' bed, just as long, just as wide and just as high

you could immediately recognise which bed belonged to whom

'well, never mind' you thought and lay down in your own bed

A narrow beam of light shone into the room through the gap between the door and the wall, which increased in size 5 minutes after you lay down.

It was George, apparently he had won the fight against Fred

his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had been in the shower

He was wearing flaming red pyjamas that went wonderfully with his hair

You two looked at each other for a second or two until he seemed to have found his words again and said:

"Oh, Yn! I'm sorry! Did I wake you up? "

before you could answer, Fred came through the door and nearly ran over his twin brother in the process

He almost tripped over you too, but George was just able to grab him by the corner of his (equally flaming red) pyjamas and prevent such a mishap Fred is only named against your bed XD

when the last person in the house had gone to bed, it gradually became quiet in the house, which didn't mean that everyone was asleep

George and Fred were also still very much awake and talking animatedly about a new joke idea

you were almost asleep when suddenly the word was turned to you: "Well, Yn? How do you like it in the foxhole?" Fred suddenly asked you. "You don't like it, do you? It's…, too small, isn't it?" George added ashamedly. "No! I think it's great here!" you said, giggling.

After a while, Fred and George stopped talking and you were all finally able to sleep

you had a very restless sleep - you kept tossing and turning until you met with resistance

far too tired to think about it, you just lay there as it was so comfortable and you were finally getting warm

(George's view: )

It was already the middle of the night when I suddenly felt something

something had bumped into me and just stayed there

I turned round carefully and…

I had to suppress a squeak

It was Yn! She had snuggled up to me! She had been very restless the whole time and now she had finally fallen asleep. 'Oh God… she looks so beautiful… even when she's asleep' George thought to himself

He wasn't sure what he should do now

should he push you away, do nothing, or put an arm around you?

he decided in favour of the latter after a while

slowly and carefully, so as not to wake you up, he turned round so that he could hug you gently

'Oh, she's so warm and her skin…how can skin be so soft…She fits so perfectly in my arms' he thought

"Oh my God…" he murmured half asleep and melted away

he had imagined countless times what it would be like to hold you in his arms

it was a thousand times better than he had ever dreamed of

with the extremely tantalising thought of falling asleep like this every night, he also drifted off into his first dream

The next morning (your view):

you woke up, awakened by the sun's rays shining on your face

You were exceptionally warm, but not too hot, you felt something behind you and felt a gentle, steady throbbing. It was very cosy and pleasant just lying there. You could have fallen asleep again

It took you 2 minutes to come round properly, and after those 2 minutes came the shock of realisation - you squeaked out something like: "iiikkk!!!! ", you jumped up and had to exert a little more force than usual as you were being held down by 2 rather strong arms. You immediately ran to the bathroom, under the gaze of a confused Fred and a sleepy, yet guilty George

after you had washed your face in the bathroom, you almost stopped blushing and went back to the twins' room

Fred had asked you what had happened and you said you had simply been frightened by a spider

George didn't look at you, he just couldn't look him in the eye, but you looked at them both and shouted happily, "Good morning, Georgie and Freddie!" and scurried out of the room.

Please read: the characters are not mine and neither is the GIF. All credits go to the actual owners! if anything should be removed, please contact me.

Thanks for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it! -do not read over again - If you want to make requests for other scenarios/headcannons, feel free to post them in the comments! Byee~

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spotaus · 3 months ago

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Random fun post :) ((New Age))

So, I think that a thing with me is that I mention Dream is afraid of storms, I have a fear of storms, and then I procceeded not to elaborate. So I am going to type out a drabble on here with no editing and see how far I get before my roommate gets back or I get sick of it. (Honestly this is just an exercise in seeing how I plan these thangs out-)

-> Dream and Blue have established themselves in the old cottage, but are just settling in, so their group and supporters have yet to establish the camp around the clearing. For the time being, it's just Dream and Blue working out plans and deciding what their next move should be. (Notes: The cabin has two twin-sized beds. They dont stay seperate for long.)

It'd been a good week so far. Dream was glad to see the cottage when they'd first arrived, and Blue had been a deft hand at clearing out any critters, patching holes in the roof and slats between the logs of the wall, and seeing what furniture inside was still salvagable. His father's friend was a carpenter, he claimed. He'd taken an apprenticeship with them as a child and learned a thing or two. Dream had largely watched in awe, or disppeared outside to to some cleaning of the large garden space. Their first week out, Blue had taught him how to uproot plants, and since everything in the garden planted by its old owners was long dead, Dream decided he'd do some fixing up of it while Blue did repairs.

Their tings were stached safely inside the building in the bedroom, the first room they secured and repaired. It had a pair of beds inside which reminded Dream vaguely of his childhood room he shared with his twin, only now fallen into disrepair. They'd had to discard the old blankets, torn to shreds by various wild guests, but they weren't so far away from town that they couldn't get replacements and new sets of quilts to lay beneath them for comfort.

Dream got the bed closer to the door, if only because Blue admantly believed the ground-floor window to be more of a threat, even though at night they would close the heavy wooden shutters left over from the last owner, blocking views of the outside. Right now, his supplies, changes of clothes, and everything else sat safe in a trunk they'd found and emptied, only his bow laid out on his bed in an easy-to-grab location. Meanwhile Blue had his supplies tucked underneath the other bed, his spare armor and bedroll hiding in the dark. it felt good to share a room with someone again. Even if Blue's breathing was much louder and erratic than Night's used to be.

Right now, Dream sat at the edge of the stream which ran through the property. Another thing Blue had taught him to do was wash things. Clothes, weapons, blankets. Currently he was washing off the old, rusty trowel he'd found half-buried in the yard. The rust was stubborn, but Dream swore the more he scrubbed, circles as he'd been taught, that it seemed to give way. And, honestly, he was so enamored by the gross, reddish, bloody color which occassionally chipped away and seeped onto his fingertips, he hadn't noticed the sky growing dark, nor the wind picking up.

Only when raindrops finally graced his skull did he think to look up at the sky above him. Cloudy. Grey. Twisting.

His stomach did an impossible flip at the sight, and he found himself dropping the trowel there on the grassy bed beside the stream, before high-tailing it across the lawn and back to where the cottage stood. He'd have been ashamed for fleeing so quickly, but when his boot collided with the little porch outfront and his hand connected with the handle, the sky split with a crack of lightning. It lit the rain-speckled stone beneath his feet and momentarily cast his shadow tall on the door before him. His soul seized as he tugged open the door and shut it behind him, just before the entire structure shook with a loud crash of thunder.

The storms in the kingdom had been horrible, he wasn't sure what caused it, but he had to imagine nature itself was troubled by his twin's corrupted rule. By the imbalance. That's what he told himself, at least. Why else would his hands be trembling against the doorknob like a newborn fown's spindly legs? Why else would he be holding the door shut, as though that would somehow keep the storm from flooding his soul with terror?

It felt like ages as he stood there, stiffly. Too afraid to back away from the door, and too startled by each shaking rumble of the sky from outside. Through the glass he could hear the shrill whistle of the rain whipping violently between the trees.

He refused to look out the windows, lest-

"Dream?" that voice, familiar, snapped him out of his trance, for just a moment. Long enough to snap his hands to his chest, like the knob had been boiling hit under his palms, "Are you alright? What's wrong?"

His knight rushed into his view as he stood there, still feeling stunned by a bolt of lightning which hadn't even hit him. Blue's eyelights were wide and bright, big orbs of mana sitting proudly in his skull, examining Dream's face, then his arms, then his chest, his legs, no doubt scanning for an injury. Dream didn't answer his question, and Blue settled on an answer himself when his eyelights settled back to look at Dream's trembling hands.

"The storm, right." Blue supplied to himself, before his expression moved from worried into something brighter. Dream could taste nothing but fondness rolling from Blue as he extended his own gloved hands and pulled Dream's away from where they clutched at his tunic. He held them out in the air between the two of them, his hands were strong, "Have no fear! The Magnificent Blue apologizes for being tardy, but now he is here, and reayd to rpotect you from any big bad storm!"

Dream saw the determined, silly grin on his face, and let himself smile just a bit. Nodding along to Blue's declaration. Blue always made him feel better.

Though, the storm was equally good at unsettling him. Just as Blue seemed to believe he'd won, there was another bright flash of lightning and an immediate rumble which made Dream flinch before he could control himself. Staring at the space where Blue held his hands like a life-line. The thunder was too loud, the rain pounded the windows now, and the wind still whistled, high and insistant.

"Hmm, it's a heavy one. Let's go get comfy, wait it out! How does that sound?" Blue glanced at the windows, before making his suggestion. He waited for Dream to nod along in vehement agreement before Blue walked backwards to lead him into the branch-off room from the main entrance.

The room they'd just been in was larger, with a space to cook, couches and chairs, and old rickety bookshelves devoid of any decor. it was a large space they planned on filling with life by the time they were done here. The room they entered, moving past a single door, was that room with the two beds, the big desk, Dream's trunk, and some old rugs that were still good enough to use. it was smaller, and cozy, in comparison. It also helped that the one window to the outside had already been shuttered, never opened from the night before.

Blue guided him inside, ignoring the shaking of another bought of thunder, before gently shoving Dream to sit on his bed. He managed to slip his hands out of Dream's grip, just long enough to pull the Prince's blanket up and around his shoulders, and excuse himself for just a second.

Dream was distressed to let Blue leave his arm's length for even a moment, but found he was much more intrigued when Blue rushed over to his cot and... with little effort, he shoved his bed over, leaving the objects which had been neatly stacked beneath discarded on the gorund. The wood of his frame clattered against the edge of Dream's, and he watched in befuddlement as Blue shifted around his own sheets. Then he tugged his blanket off his cot and pulled it over himself and his dirty day-clothes with a grin.

"There we go!" He announced, clearly unaware, or ignoring, Dream's confused face. "We're not on the bedrolls anymore, so I figure this will just be easier to allow you you to feel secure without worrying about our comfort. Proximity is key!" Blue was an angle.

Dream actually smiled at that, unable to focus on the next rumble of thunder as he pulled himself onto the center of his bed, and then closer to where Blue had planted himself upright towards the center. It was a lot like their first night Dream had seen the storms. Blue had let Dream curl around him like some frightened snake, unbothered by the proximity, claiming it was just his duty. A friend helping a friend. A knight helping his prince. Dream had been mortified after, but Blue truly only felt pride at being able to watch over Dream in a moment of weakness. Dream appreciated him, and tried to channel a burst os positive aura as he settle in to lay against Blue's side.

The knight just pulled the blanket up tighter around Dream's shoulders and reassured him that he wouldn't move an inch, and that his patch-work was wonderful. Unrivaled. No water would get in.

#new age au #honestly got father than I thought I would #but #just a fun lil drabble or a drabble because I'm tired and wanted to have a bit of fun with an idea that I wouldn't look into until way late #otherwise #I'm.. probably going to hate this in the morning #but whatever haha!#(I like to think when Dream is genuinely afraid he stops talking. Like. Can't muster his first line of defense. Which is talking.)

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A SOBER DRIVER FOR JEON JUNGKOOK

✦ Summary: You and Jungkook were childhood friends. You studied at the same school and spent a lot of time together. But when you both went to university, you lost touch for a while. One day, on the eve of Choseok, Jungkook offers to meet. After this meeting, you realize that you have fallen in love with your best friend. Because after several years of no communication, Jungkook has changed and become very attractive in every way. The plot will tell about the case when Jungkook and his friends go to a night club to relax, he calls you drunk and offers to join them. This is a very tempting offer for you.

✦ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

✦ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung (these two will only be moments)

✦ Age restrictions: 18+

✦ Relationships: ⚤

✦ Number of words: 10,765

✦ Size: Mini

✦ Tags: everyday life, male-female friendship, childhood friends, unrequited feelings (only the main character thinks so), alcohol, drunkenness, night club, professional boxer Jungkook, journalist, virgin main character, first time, obscenity, dirty talk, penetration , passionate kisses, drunken sex, unprotected sex.

✦ Warning: My story contains explicit scenes. Please do not read to those under 18.

✦ From the author: Hello everyone. I want to say that this idea was in my head for a long time. The idea that Jungkook and Reader are best friends and she becomes his sober driver one night. I tried to describe her in different situations, but the only thing I came up with is what is described in this story. I am very worried because I am not very good at writing. By the way, please note that English is not my native language. If there are any inaccuracies or grammatical errors, please don't get mad at me and indulge me.

✦ Dedication: I dedicate this work to my twin sister Mariam. Although her bias is Jimin, she was very supportive of me while working on this story. Therefore, all the love of this story to her!

You desperately wanted a rest. When you finished taking a bath, you felt that you had washed off all the burden of today. Anxiety, anger and fatigue followed the stream of water that flowed down your body. For some reason, today was a difficult day at work.

You changed into your pajamas of a tank top and shorts. It was hot in the apartment, so you wanted to wear as few clothes as possible, despite the air conditioner being on.

It was about 21 degrees Celsius outside. The pleasant moderate temperature outside made this night perfect for walking or partying but you didn't want that. A small desire was still in your soul, but fatigue got the better of you. You just wanted to sleep.

Tomorrow is your day off, you had planned to get a good night's sleep and see your girlfriends, but someone had other plans for you.

You went to bed. The soft mattress pleasantly supported your body, which created a feeling of weightlessness. You picked up your phone and opened Instagram.

The first thing that caught your eye was Jungkook's storis. She was the first, followed by Jimin's stories and third was Taehyung's storis. The thought "All is in the assembly" flashed through my head. They must be walking somewhere!". Opening the first story, namely Jungkook, you only confirmed your thoughts. The neon colors of the nightclub lit up on the screen, Jimin and Taehyung flashed on the video. You smiled. You would like to be with them. The feeling of butterflies appeared in the stomach again. It always occurred to you when you saw Jungkook.

Jungkook was your best friend that you knew since childhood. You went to school together and your houses were next to each other. After school, you moved to Seoul to study journalism. Jungkook also moved to Seoul, he entered a sports university where he began to engage in professional boxing. Jungkook is currently the light heavyweight Olympic boxing champion.

When you were in university, your friendship with Jungkook was somewhat on hold. In the first six months of school, you called each other and texted each other and sometimes you could meet, but over time you and Jungkook had less and less time to talk and by the end of your studies, your communication with Jungkook came down wishes to birthday and different holidays. This lasted for several years.

After you finished your studies, you found a job and started working as a journalist.

You remembered how your friendly relations were restored.

Last year, just the day before Choseok, you received a New Year's text from Jungkook. There was no end to your happiness, because you were usually the first to write greetings for your friend, and he only wrote short but very sincere greetings in return. So, text by text, you agreed to meet before the Choseok celebration itself. Jungkook wrote that he missed you very much and would like to see you.

Something warm settled in your chest after those words of your best friend. You agreed to the meeting and were looking forward to it. In the evening, you met in a cozy cafe near your apartment. Jungkook suggested that you choose a place closest to your home so that it would be easier for you to get there. Your friend was not always so caring, so you already knew that this meeting might show you one day your best friend is a different person.

And so it really happened. When you saw Jungkook for the first time in two years, you couldn't believe your eyes. He became muscular and manly. His hair was short and neatly styled. There was no hint of the terrible pot he wore in high school. There was a piercing on the eyebrow and lip, which was very noticeable. He suited him very well. Jungkook also had a tattoo all over his arm. And it made you think that you never thought that Jungkook liked this kind of thing. However, you really liked Jungkook's whole look.

That's when you unconsciously fell in love with your best friend. It was the worst thing you could have done.

You remember how that evening you felt embarrassed in front of your friend when he told some joke that was more like flirting, but you probably could have made it up. So you're embarrassed because your once normal best friend has become the hottest man in the world.

You thought that he must have a girlfriend. But in a conversation about his personal life, Jungkook admitted that he doesn't have anyone, but if he needs a woman, he has no problem with that.

"Connection on the one night? You are disgusting Jeon Jungkook" You said then.

When asked if you have someone, you answered that you did not have any relationship. You quickly made an excuse that work took up all your time. Jungkook laughed at you.

"Really, Y/N so you're still virgin?" His sincere smile made him even more beautiful and your complexion even redder.

“Jeon Jungkook you are ass. This is not a very correct question!" You were annoyed. He can't ask you that.

"Why is it inappropriate?" He laughed. "We are best friends. You can tell me everything."

"So best friends." You said not without a touch of sarcasm. "We last saw each other several years ago. I even forgot what your voice sounds like." Jungkook stopped laughing. He suddenly became serious.

"But stop it. You can really tell me. What's wrong with the fact that you're still virgin?" Jungkook smiled lightly, as if inviting to tell him his personal story.

"Well..." you drawled, collecting your thoughts. "I really didn't have time to date. There were several, but they were completely unsuccessful. Therefore, it turns out that it is so. I am virgin." Your heart was pounding, and there was a noise in your ears. You didn't understand why you felt that way. Jungkook is your best friend, you shouldn't act like that in front of him. But two years of not communicating made themselves felt. For some reason, you couldn't think of Jungkook as a friend because you liked him. In the middle there was a complete feeling that you are on a date and not at a friendly meeting. Your mouth was dry from excitement, you took a cup of aromatic cocoa and took a few sips.

While you were trying to calm yourself down, you didn't pay attention to Jungkook who was looking at you with interest. You didn't notice the spark that flashed in his eyes.

"Oh," Jungkook said. "I would have never thought that a girl like you is still going around without a boyfriend and is even virgin." He giggled.

"Jungkook don't talk so loud!" - you hissed. You would not want the whole cafe to know that you are a virgin.

"Then how are we going to find you a boyfriend?" Jungkook joked.

In the end, your meeting in front of Choseok ended with you celebrating the New Year with Jungkook and his friends together. That's when he introduced you to Jimin and Taehyung.

And now for more than half a year, the four of you often spend time together. But today they are without you, because your boss dumped a lot of work on you.

You looked at the stories of the boys. You scrolled through the feed of the social network, and at some point it became boring so you blocked the phone. Putting it on the bedside table, you tried to fall asleep.

Thoughts of Jungkook immediately filled you’re head. He was in your thoughts almost every day since that meeting in front of Choseok. You couldn't shake the thought that the more time you spend with him, the stronger your feelings for him become.

As for his behavior, it was not unambiguous. He treated you with care, but it was only on a friendly basis. In half a year of new "friendly relations", Jungkook has not once shown you anything romantic. And you were afraid to confess to him. Losing a friendship because of your stupid feelings, what could be worse? But you couldn't help but think that you were literally going crazy. This cannot go on forever. Better to stay friends. You should find someone else to forget Jungkook. Why do feelings for him grow exponentially?

You knew the answer to this question better than anyone else. Jungkook was the perfect man for you in every way. The fact that he was hot on the outside is not even discussed. His body seems to have been created by God himself. You even liked his voice. You especially loved it when Jungkook sang. That's how he could sing. You thought that if he hadn't started boxing, he could have become a popular idol.

Jungkook was very attentive and caring towards you. You were nauseous just thinking that if he is so caring with you, then what is he like in a relationship? Jungkook had all the qualities of a real man and you couldn't help but like it.

But there was something that still worried you about Jungkook, and that was his attitude towards serious relationships. He was not interested in them (this was one of the reasons why you would never confess your feelings to him). Often when were you with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung you all spent time together, Jungkook would brag about the number of girls who had been in his bed in a week. You felt terrible then, but you tried not to show everyone that you were not happy. The last time when your best friend started talking about his bed achievements, you carefully pretended that you needed to leave, for example, to get a drink, or to get a cup of tea, or to go to the toilet and things like that. Hearing how many women Jungkook had was unbearable.

Thinking of your friend and your unrequited feelings, you didn't immediately hear a notification on your phone. When probably 5 messages arrived, you grabbed the gadget.

22.40. Jungkook-ah 🥊: "Hello, My Heart one. You're awake?"

23.43. Jungkook-ah 🥊: "Hey My Heart one, don't you want to join us? I saw that you were watching our stories with the boys 😉"

23.44. Jungkook-ah 🥊: "Hey!! Why are you ignoring me? You couldn't fall asleep so quickly 😤"

23.45. Jungkook-ah 🥊: "Dear!! Come to us with the boys. Jimin is really asking me to persuade you to come"

23.47. Jimin-shi😈: “Actually Y/N I think you should come over because Jungkook is talking about you all night 😏🤫”

Your eyes will increase from the number of SMS from friends. Jungkook's "Heart ones" hit the very in your heart, so you felt the butterflies in your stomach again. You opened Jungkook's message to reply as his name flashed on the screen.

23. 50. Jungkook-ah 🥊 (incoming call)

"Hello" You picked up the phone. Your palms were instantly sweaty.

"Hello My Heart ones. You're awake?" Jungkook's voice was deep and lazy. He chuckled lightly. It seems he was drunk.

"I'm not sleeping Jungkook" You say kindly.

"You saw I wrote to you. Come to us. I miss you and we will have more fun."

"But aren't you already having fun without me?" You asked with a smile. Jungkook sensed your sarcasm and laughed too.

"Hahaha, we're really having fun, but if you came, it was really merriment." In the background you could hear music and sounds of cars. Jungkook must have gone outside to call you.

"Merriment?!" You repeated laughing. "I will never believe that you can't get gaiety without me? Jungkook, I already took a bath and in bed. Do you think I'll want to get out of it after a very hard day?"

“Oh Y/N did you have a bad day? Then you should definitely come to us!"

"Yes, but..." You didn't have time to finish as Jungkook suddenly asked.

"Hey wait did you say you're in bed now?" You heard Jungkook's deep voice.

"Yes"

"How can you lie in bed alone?

"So what?"

"Wouldn't you like to have someone by your side?" Your eyes widened. Jungkook hasn't flirted with you this openly before.

"What do you mean dear?" You tried to give confidence your voice.

“I mean you should come to our club and find a good candidate for the night. Come on, My Heart ones, you are already a grown-up girl. You and I talked about it a lot." You forgot how to speak for a while. All the words seemed to fly out of your head. There was silence for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, my friend, but for some reason I have absolutely no desire to find a boyfriend right now."

"I know you better than anyone and I feel you need to relax." Silence fell between the two of you. You tried to find an answer but Jungkook broke the silence.

"Come to me." Inside you, everything seems to have broken off. This request sounded so desperate.

"Did you miss me that much?" You wanted to joke.

"Damm. I missed you to hell.” Jungkook said. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. The desire to come to him grew stronger. But he was drunk. Jungkook thought drunkenly, only the fact that he was drunk could provoke him to say such a thing. You doubted again.

"Y/N" reached your ear. "If you don't want to come to us, let me come to you?"

“Jungkook sweetie, you better go home and get a good night's sleep. How much did you drink?”

"I didn't drink that much. By the way, I came here in my car. And I probably won't be able to take her away. And I have to go to the interview tomorrow. Bullshit!” Jungkook cursed.

"Wait, you have an interview tomorrow and you're still at the club?

"Yeah" Jungkook laughed lazily.

"Hey, why are you so not serious? How are you going to go to an interview like this?"

"I don't know." Admitted your best friend. "Maybe now I won't go."

"How come? You must fulfill your duties!" Now you were nervous. Jungkook can be punished for this behavior, or even better, he can be suspended from the competition if his company finds out about his behavior.

"The only thing you can do is come and drive me home in my car. I'll go to a little bit sleep, maybe I'll even be able to go to the interview." Jungkook suggested. You immediately agreed. You wanted Jungkook to continue to be a model athlete. Because his trainer, whom Jungkook introduced you to, had high hopes for his protégé. Mr. Choo said that Jungkook has a bright future in boxing. However, lately your best friend has partaken of nights out and had a many women.

"Fine. I'll take you, but please don't drink any more while you're waiting for me."

"I am waiting for you my Heart. I'll send you an SMS address."

The taxi pulled up to the entrance to the RAZER night club. Loud music blared from the front door, and people were standing near it. You picked up the phone and read Jungkook's last text message again: "RAZER Club, tell the security guard your name, I've already put you on the list. We will be on the second floor at the table to the left of the entrance. You will see us." You nervously locked your phone. We had to hurry, the clock was already two o'clock in the morning.

You went inside without any problems, telling the guard at the entrance your first and last name. It was stuffy and hot in the club. It smelled of alcohol and hookah. You made your way through the crowd on your way to the stairs leading to the second floor. You are not the first time in this club.

You visited it several times with your girlfriends, and maybe a few times you were here with Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. Jungkook loved this place so you weren't surprised that he was here. Maybe if he didn't say where he is now, the first place you would start looking for him would be this nightclub.

You climbed the stairs to the second floor and instantly found a table, or rather a sofa, on which Jungkook's company rested. You headed in their direction. A few steps away from the sofa on which Jungkook and Jimin were sitting, the latter noticed you and jumped for joy.

"Wooooo. Who came to see us, Y/N my dear, you are really here." Jimin headed towards you. A moment later he was already holding you close. Taehyung then greeted you with a hug as well. Jungkook sat majestically on the couch waiting for everyone to hug you. When you finished cuddling with Taehyung, Jimin introduced you to the boys sitting at the table. There was a purely male company here. Too many boys. After saying hello to everyone, you sat down near Jungkook.

“You lazy ass. You didn't even didn’t stand up to me!" You said insultingly, shouting over the music. Jungkook leaned into your ear. His breath was hot and it left a mark on your ear.

"I was just waiting for you to greet everyone. Jimin turned out to be faster than me.” Jungkook turned away from your ear. He stayed close, your faces were separated by a few centimeters. Your friend looked you straight in the eyes, you read “Hello” on his lips, and then he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You were as if bewitched. Jungkook smelled like musk mixed with young coconut and alcohol.

You smiled, but it was hysterical. Your heart was pounding. Jungkook was so damn handsome. He was dressed in black jeans with holes and a black t-shirt that fit his figure perfectly. The piercings on the eyebrow and lip reflected the light of the neon lights.

"Jungkook go home. It's too late." You also bent down to tell friend that it was time to gather. At that moment, Jimin landed next to you, he also smelled of alcohol. They must have all had a good drink here.

"Honey, how are you? I haven't seen you for a long time!" Jimin put his hand on your knee. It didn't escape Jungkook's eyes. He tensed.

“Actually, Jimin-shi, I came here for Jungkook. He has important business tomorrow, and he's still here. I have to pick him up." You turned to Jimin so that it would be better to have a conversation. Jimin's hand remained on your knee.

"Oh yes, he said something like that. An interview or something." You shook your head affirmatively. "He came here in his car. He didn't even plan to drink at first." You were surprised, he remembered that he had an important business tomorrow and got drunk anyway. You couldn't help but notice a strange trend in Jungkook's behavior. He behaved irresponsibly, maybe something happened and you don't know about it. You were going to talk to your friend on the way home.

While you were talking to Jimin who still had his hand on your knee, you didn't notice Jungkook looking at you. He didn't like where Jimin was holding hands, and he couldn't say why. The tension that arose in the middle made Jungkook want to drink again. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp. Jungkook felt the alcohol burn his throat and for a second it muted the intense irritation.

Jungkook stood up and looked at you. You and Jimin turned to your friend at the same time.

"Let's go home Y/N" Jungkook said. You stood up next and nodded your head.

"Okay guys have fun. Jungkook and I really need to go." You said to Jimin and Taehyung, who was also looking at all of you. You hugged Taehyung again and then Jimin. For a brief moment that you were hugging a friend, you had no idea what kind of picture was behind you. Jimin had a big smile and looked at Jungkook who was angry with him. Jimin was amused by this situation. Someone is very jealous of their best friend. Jimin raised his eyebrows as if to ask “Is something wrong?”, but he was met with a hard smile that twisted his best friend's lips. Jimin could only wonder what that could mean.

You finally turned away from Jimin and you and Jungkook left the nightclub.

You two hardly spoke on the way to Jungkook's car. The only thing is that you asked where the car was and Jungkook said that it was in the parking lot.

Jungkook looked sullen. Carefully glancing at him, you noticed that his eyebrows were converged on the forehead. Why is his infusion like this?

Jungkook's Mercedes was parked not far from the parking lot exit. When you got to the car Jungkook unlocked it and gave you the keys. You got behind the wheel and your friend sat next to you.

While you adjusted the seat and steering wheel for herself, Jungkook reached for something in the back seat. He leaned towards you so that it was convenient to get what was lying behind. You started the engine and after adjusting the steering wheel, you noticed Jungkook leaning into your seat. Without thinking, you turned to see what he was doing and found yourself close to his face again. You froze.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"I want to get something out of the back seat." Jungkook says. You and your friend look into each other's eyes until he finally gets what he's been chasing. In his hand you see an electronic cigarette. You frown.

"Seriously Jeon Jungkook?!" You say, looking at the thing in his hand. "Now an electronic cigarette?"

"Something is wrong?" Asks your friend and inhales smoke. You stare at your friend for a few seconds. He does not notice your look he continues to smoke and seems to like it very much. At some point, Jungkook notices that in the car has become very quiet, and when he turns back to you, he encounters a judgmental look of you.

"What?" Jungkook asks again and you can feel the irritation in his voice. You want to say that you are annoyed by his behavior, but instead you just look away and drive away.

You are silent again, Jungkook continues to smoke. Your mood is bad, and the reason for that lies to the right of you. You are in some sense disappointed by your friend's behavior. He is a good athlete who has great achievements in his career and can reach even greater heights. But ruining your career with nightclubbing, alcohol and cigarettes, what could be more terrible? Jungkook has changed, you don't recognize him at all.

The window on Jungkook's side is open, and when the air rushes into the car, you catch the smell of banana smoke. After a while Jungkook turns on the music out of boredom. You just silently watch his actions. He flips through the radio stations and can't find anything suitable. In the end, he stops at some station that plays rhythmic hip-hop. Jungkook likes the music and turns it up, then louder until some stupid song is shouts at the whole car. Jungkook sings and dances along. Your nerves give up. With one sharp movement, you make quieter. Jungkook looks at you as if he just realized that you are near.

"You shouldn't listen to music so flexibly. We can be fined by the police." You say, hiding the terrible irritation inside.

"I do not care." Jungkook says lazily. He tries to make music loud again, but you reach the button first.

"We won't listen to music now." and you turn off the radio altogether. Jungkook is stunned for a moment, and then a small laugh escapes his lips.

“What happened Y/N, why so angry? Hasn't anyone fucked you in a long time?" - You felt feeling as if you were punched in the stomach. It was as if a current passed through the body. You grabbed the steering wheel. But before you can answer anything, Jungkook is ahead of you.

“Oh, how could I forget? No one fucked you at all! But don't worry my Dear, sooner or later it will happen. And you will stop getting angry at all." You turn sharply to the side and park. You start shaking all over. What is this man thinking? How dare he talk to you like that?

“What the hell? How are you talking to me?" Are you yelling at Jungkook. He looks at you but you are ready to just kill him.

"What did I say?" Jungkook says calmly. He seems to feel no guilt behind him.

“Do you have any problems Jungkook? Why do you speak so rudely to me?"

"I don't have any problems, Dear. Why did you assume that they are?" Jungkook smiles smugly. He's probably having a lot of fun now, but you're not into jokes now.

"Your jokes are not funny at all and stop acting like shit!" You say, trying to calm down.

"But it was not a joke. If a girl is angry, she either wants sex or is having critical days. It's one of two" Jungkook says.

"Of course, I forgot how experienced you are in the affairs of women and their behavior." You sneer.

"If you want, I can quench your anger. Or you can ask Jimin if you want. I think he will not mind helping you." You try to analyze Jungkook's words. Why is Jimin here at all? And then it's like the last puzzle has been completed in your head. Could it be that your best friend made jealous you to Jimin? Or what can justify his sharp bad mood and these annoying words about help?

"Jeon Jungkook is you in your right mind? Have alcohol and cigarettes replaced your common sense?" You say. Now Jungkook was staring at you. A tense silence fell between you.

"My mind is fine." Suddenly he starts. "I see what I say. Jimin seems interested in you." You are shocked at what this conversation has come to. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you. He is interested in following your reaction.

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all. Jimin don't interest in me, he's just friendly." You assume.

"Of course he will be friendly. How will he drag you to bed then?" You don't understand how this conversation reached the point where Jimin wants to drag you to bed. You didn't know what to say. You ran a hand through your hair, thinking of what to say to Jungkook. He kept his eyes on you at that time. You couldn't know what was going on in his head. How could you know that your friend wants to be the guy who will have you in bed?

You exhaled heavily and started the engine.

“Jungkook, I don't understand why you think that, but it's not true. Jimin and I are just friends. If he behaves suspiciously, it is only because he is friendly. Why is a friendly gesture for you men an invitation to bed?" You said, and caught yourself thinking that you were making excuses. "Why do you care anyway? Even if he wants something with me, so what? It’s any difference to you?". Jungkook is silent. He is in no hurry to answer. Having chosen the right words, he answers.

"So there is a difference to me." He says. You feel discomfort inside again.

"Which one?" You ask briefly and try to give firmness to your voice.

"You shouldn't be dating any of my friends!"

"What does it mean??" You squeak.

"It means what I said. You can't meet my friends." Jungkook inhales the smoke of the electronic cigarette again.

"Don't you think, Jungkook, that you have no right to say such words. When you say something like that, you have to give an argument!" You start to get angry again. Why does he think that he has the right to permission or not allow to meet with someone?!

"You're my friend and they shouldn't lay their damn hands on you." You can hear Jungkook getting angry. This is the first time you see your friend like this. Angry and irritated as if someone touched his personal things. But you are not his personal thing.

"Hey friend, I'm not your personal thing. So don't act like that. And I will decide on the have or not relationship with your friends myself! You can't to object me!"

Jungkook doesn't answer and you drive the rest of the way in complete silence.

After some time, you find yourself in the parking lot of the complex where his house is located. Your mood was damn bad. Usually, spending time with Jungkook is the best part of your day, but it wasn't today. The tense silence that was the rest of the way exhausted you. You wanted to leave Jungkook and go home as soon as possible. You scrolled through your conversation with him over and over again. He's kind of weird today and he's freaking you out.

You parked the Mercedes and turned off the engine. There was no desire to talk to Jungkook at all. You grabbed your phone to order an Uber.

Jungkook noticed what you were doing.

"Why are you ordering a taxi? Are you going to go back to the club?" You hear sarcasm from Jungkook's lips.

"I will go home. And maybe to the club, who knows?" You say with the same sarcasm. You continue to enter your home address as the phone slips out of your hands and into Jungkook's hands.

"You're not going home tonight." He says, holding the phone above his head. A new surge of anger arose in you.

“Jungkook don't make me nerves. Because I'm already so angry. Give me the phone, I'll order a taxi and go."

"You won't go home anyway. It's too late, you're spending the night at my place." You watch as Jungkook hides your phone in the back pocket of his black jeans.

"I don't want to be with you even a second longer. That's why I won't spend the night at your place!" You say indignantly and cross your arms and sit up straight. "You told me all sort of shit and now you're trying to worry?" You see Jungkook approaching you and in a moment he is so close that you forget how to breathe. One of his hands grabs the seat next to your face and the other is not far from your thighs.

"You shout too often and too loudly today. Should I close your mouth?". Jungkook looks at you first and then shifts his gaze to your lips. Your heart beats somewhere in your throat and you feel how in the car getting hot. You absolutely do not know what to do. Suddenly Jungkook laughs. His light laugh, which sounds like a bass, is reflected in every cell of your body.

“You look so scared. Honey, I'm not going to hurt you!" His voice becomes softer, and you suddenly gain courage.

"I'm just confused. You caught me off guard." You say, and your eyes also fall on his lips. You forgot that a few moments ago you were angry with him. One of his looks annoyed you, and now in the middle you feel only a strong attraction to your friend. The picture that you have imagined many times is literally right now in front of you.

"You're staying with me for the night and that's non-negotiable." Jungkook says it, still close to your face.

"You will have to make me stay. Because I do not want to!" You annoy Jungkook. You feel arousal from his close contact and a desire arises in the bottom of your stomach. You clench your hips to ease the sensation. And of course it doesn't escape your friend's eyes. He lowers his eyes to your thighs for a moment and a smug smile graces his already handsome face.

"My girl wants me to make her stay?" Jungkook almost moans these words into your lips, his hand ends up on your thigh. He runs his hand under your skirt and stops at your panties. You instinctively spread your legs. “I know a good way,” Jungkook says, and then his lips cover yours. You smell alcohol and sweet banana. His hand moves down to your clit and he feels how wet you are.

"So damn wet already." - He whispers, pulling away from your lips for a second. You can't think about anything but Jungkook's soft lips on yours and his hand that has already penetrated the fabric of your underwear. You moan from the pleasure gifted of your best friend. Jungkook likes this, so he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth. The kiss turns out to be so passionate that your head literally spins. Jungkook sticks his tongue out and traces the contours of your lips, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body.

"I've wanted this for so long." Jungkook admits. You wanted this too for a long time. You feel butterflies in your stomach at his words. Did your friend really want you all this time? You want to ask him how it happened, but his fingers end up on your clit. You shudder at the new sensation. Jungkook breaks the kiss. He's still close to your face, and you don't open your eyes, holding back the pleasure you didn't know before.

"Would you see yourself now, Heart? So red and beautiful. Do you like what I do?" Jungkook's voice makes you even more excited. You want more, but you don't understand how it should be. Jungkook is still waiting for your answer as he continues to circle your center, kissing your neck at the same time. You seem to be in seventh heaven with happiness. You couldn't even imagine how skillfully Jungkook was able to bring pleasure.

“Say it my dear. Say what you like when your best friend finger fucks you." You try to squeeze the answer out of yourself.

"Yes" Your words sound more like a moan than an answer. But for Jungkook, it was more than he wanted to hear. He returns to your lips and captures them again. He immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth and kisses you to the point of unconsciousness. You shiver a little with pleasure and as soon as you think you should come Jungkook takes my finger away. You open your eyes and meet his. You want to protest, but instead you see his smile and suddenly panic.

"Let's go to the apartment, dear. It is not very comfortable here. I want to enjoy you completely and for that you have to be naked." You still feel excited, but Jungkook's words make you blush. You are embarrassed by the fact that you just moaned at his actions. Jungkook adjusts the skirt of your dress and kisses your swollen lips briefly.

He gets out of the car first and rushes to your door. You smooth your hair and feel how you are shaking all over. What just happened? And what will happen next?

Jungkook opens the door from your side and holds out his hand. You take your things and put your hand in his. The sound of locks is heard, which informs that the car is locked. Jungkook leads you to the door that leads to the hall of his house.

You feel panic cover you. You can't sleep with your best friend. Even with your feelings, you feel that this should not happen. If you do that, you won't be able to be friends anymore because you know Jungkook isn't interested in a serious relationship. You are also afraid of the fact that it will be the first time for you. You wouldn't admit to anyone that you wanted Jungkook to be your first husband, but now you've lost all confidence.

Behind the crazy thoughts in your head, you don't notice how you have already found yourself near the elevator and it has arrived. The door opened with a characteristic sound. Jungkook led you inside. He presses the button for the 14th floor and the elevator moves, and at that moment you are already pressed against the wall. Jungkook presses his big muscular body against you. He kisses you desperately again and you can't help but respond. But some inner feeling tells you to stop him. Jungkook's hands roam your body again. One of his hands is on your ass and squeezing it.

“You are so damn beautiful. I want to fuck you until the end." Jungkook says. You feel his bulge pressing against your pubic bone.

The elevator stops on the floor you need and Jungkook reluctantly breaks away from you and takes your hand again and leads you to the door of his apartment.

The moment the two of you were inside, Jungkook lost control of himself. He grabbed your bag and threw it somewhere to the side, then he pounced on you with a kiss. He pressed your body to his. You felt again that you should tell Jungkook that you both can't do it. You tried to break the kiss but your friend wouldn't let you.

"Jungkook-ah" You were finally able to tear yourself away from him. At the same time, he continued to cover your neck with kisses. "Jungkook wait a minute." You said grabbing his shoulders. You tried to stop him.

“I can't wait any longer Y/N. I waited too long to do this to you.” Jungkook admits. You cannot believe his words. You thought you were the only one who wanted something like that between you. But with such statements, you feel that you cannot cross the line.

“Jungkook, honey listen.” You began to struggle in his steel grip. "We shouldn't do this!"

"Why not? We both want it! So why can't we have sex?” Jungkook says. He's still holding you close, but he's stopped kissing you.

"Jungkook, if we sleep over we can't be friends." You say desperately.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because..." You want to confess your feelings to him, but you are afraid. If you say that you are in love with him, then your friendship is definitely gone. "Because Jungkook, friends aren't supposed to sleep with each other." You telling untruth.

"You're wrong. Friends can have sex. Have you heard anything about "friends with benefits?" He smiles but you don't laugh. You raise your eyebrows.

“I don't want to be friends with benefits. This is not for me Jungkook.” While you say his big eyes run over your face. Jungkook feels a slight disappointment. He lets you go and takes a few steps back. You look at him and already regret what you said. When Jungkook pulled away from you, you felt like you lost something.

"Shit!" Your friend is quarreling. He rakes his hair back and takes another step back. "So I'm really just a friend for you?" Jungkook asks. "Then why did you answer my kisses?" You are silent, unable to answer anything. You lower your eyes unable to stand his gaze. “Y/N I don't understand you.” Jungkook suddenly says. "I know you like me, but you don't want anything to do with me?" You are stunned. You look up at him and see his face radiating anger.

“So you know? Who told you?"

"No one told me, I just noticed it. And noticed a long time ago." Jungkook says.

"Noticed? Could you be wrong?” You try to understand what in your behavior could lead him to such thoughts.

"Since that meeting the day before Choseok." Jungkook started. "When I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes. You became so beautiful and attractive that I could hardly stop myself from staring at you. I usually do this before you see it. When we were kids, I didn't even pay attention to you, even though all my friends just told me I was stupid for just being friends with you. For me, you were just a sister, but you changed a lot during the years that we didn't communicate. And I really don't understand why I didn't notice how attractive you are." Jungkook started to move in your direction, and you stood under the wall and could not believe your ears. "Then in the cafe, when we talked and you said that you were a virgin, I took it as a sign that you should be mine. I've wanted you Y/N ever since. I invited you to the party then because I wanted to sleep with you." Jungkook is already close to you again, he smiles remembering that day. “I was so sure that it would cost me nothing to drag you to bed, but you turned out to be so untouchable. I remember how you stayed away from me then, as if you felt that if you give me even the slightest hint, I will do something to you."

"No! That's not why I stayed away from you." You say and your voice is hoarse.

"It does not matter. It doesn't matter anymore. Would you know how many times I tried to get close to you and you didn't seem to notice me. I know you like me, your behavior says it. You run literally at my every whim." Jungkook puts his hand on your face and strokes it.

"It does not. I don't follow any whim of yours." You say and you are starting to feel sick from what you are going through.

"I don't understand one thing. If you like me, why don't you want me?" He asks. You are silent, you don't know what to say. Jungkook admitted that he likes you, so why can't you? Something inside of you doesn't give you the right to allow something more to happen but you wanted it the most in the world, right from the moment you met Jungkook on the eve of Choseok. Jungkook lengthens his caress on your cheek, gently and slowly, this action seems to hypnotize you. His finger seems so soft and gentle.

There is absolute silence between you. The only thing that disturbs it is the sounds coming from the street. Jungkook is the first to break the long silence.

“Y/N” his finger still caressing your cheek. "Just tell me do you want it to happen?" You know exactly what he is talking about, your heartbeat becomes frantic again. "If you don't want it, I won't lay even a finger on you anymore. I will do everything as if what happened in the car never happened." Jungkook is too close. Only a few centimeters separate you. You smell his hot breath that smells of alcohol and something sweet, you wonder for a second how much he drank today, usually Jungkook needs to drink a lot to be very drunk, he is very resistant when it comes to alcohol. You feel the warmth of his body next to you. You are intoxicated by his closeness. His voice is so low and gentle at the same time. You look up at Jungkook and meet his gaze. His brown eyes seem just black in the darkness of the apartment. You look at them and you can't take your eyes off of him. You see desire and hope in his eyes. You understand that you gave up a long time ago. You know Jungkook got you in that unfortunate car. You can't refuse him because you want to sleep with him just as much. You want to know what he can do to you.

You want to drink. You need to relax, and alcohol will do that quickly. Because unlike Jungkook, you get drunk quickly. Maybe strong alcohol will also give you the desired bravery in front of Jungkook.

"Do you have anything to drink?" You say without answering Jungkook's question. His eyebrow goes up at the words, Jungkook looks at you with interest. But suddenly he giggles lightly.

“Yes, I have. What would you like, Heart?" Jungkook's voice is playful.

"Let's drink something strong." You suggest. You smiling. He reluctantly lets you go for and heads for the kitchen.

You weren't at Jungkook's house very often. Usually you two spent time somewhere in clubs, cafes, sometimes at festivals. Jungkook always ended up at your house. It could have been an impromptu party, after which he stayed the night, or he just came to visit, stayed until late and you worried about him and offered to stay. There were many times when Jungkook stayed at your place for the night.

Jungkook's apartment was in an upscale area of Seoul. She was gorgeous in a nice light yellow/brown color. His kitchen and living room were a large common room. It was quite nice and comfortable. A small table was located in front of the large sofa, which stood behind the cooking surface. You immediately guessed where Jungkook usually ate, of course when he ate at home. But he did it not often. His apartment was large, from the living room you could get into several more rooms, into the toilet and bathroom and into the bedroom. Jungkook also had a separate room with a gym and a dressing room.

Every time you were in his apartment, you looked around. Because you constantly came across some new interesting things that Jungkook owned. It could was a new guitar or drumsticks. Or some strange statue, or for example, some lamps. Today you wandered with your eyes in search of new objects, but without success. Nothing new caught your eye.

You sat down on the couch and waited for Jungkook. After a while he returned with two broad glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Your friend put the glasses on the table and sat down next to you. Jungkook sat down very close, your thighs touching each other. He poured strong alcohol and handed you one of the glasses filled with liquid. You silently took it and raised it to your lips.

Jungkook kept his eyes on you. He also raised the glass to his lips and drank the honey-colored drink in one gulp. You drank not all, but only half. The alcohol burned your throat. You grimaced from the taste. Jungkook kept looking at you. In fact, he was burning with the thought that he wanted to touch you. He wants to see what is hidden under your soft purple dress. He looked down at your legs and ran his eyes from your feet to where your skirt started. He was attracted by your bare legs, he wanted to explore every centimeter of your body with his own hands.

Your head started to spin and the alcohol started to relax you almost instantly. You finished the rest of the whiskey in the second gulp.

"Do you want another drink?" Jungkook asked. Without thinking long, you handed him your empty glass. You desperately want to push obsessive thoughts out of your head. Jungkook laughs at your desire to drink, he knows that you don't drink strong alcohol at all. He pours you more.

“You have to be careful Y/N. You get drunk quickly, but I still wanted to hear the answer to my question." Jungkook hands you a glass and turns to you to see you better. You take another glass and take a small sip. The taste of whiskey is really terrible, but that's what you need right now. You finish the second glass and feel that this will probably be enough. Jungkook returned to his question. You have long known what to answer him. Jungkook doesn't drink anymore, he drank today enough and doesn't want to anymore. All he wants is to hear permission from your lips.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you say, feeling the alcohol envelops your body. All the thoughts that previously forbade you to do anything left your head. You see no reason to give up on Jungkook now. "I want this!" Your voice trembles.

Your words echo in a beautiful melody to Jungkook's ears. So! This is what he expected to hear. He didn't even doubt for a faked second that you would say that. He doesn't need to hear anything else. He wants you as soon as possible.

Jungkook moves closer to you and leans in for a kiss. When his lips touch yours, fireworks explode inside you. This feeling comes every time Jungkook kisses you. He deepened the kiss with his tongue and you noted that no one who had kissed you before had used their tongue as skillfully as Jungkook.

"Sit on my lap." He said when he pulled away from your lips. You were stunned for a moment, but Jungkook grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. You sat on him. He slipped his hands under your dress and left them on your buttocks. He looked at you with eyes full of desire, his smile on his lips said that he got what he wanted.

One of his hands moved from your buttocks to your wet underwear. He found your clit and ran his finger over it a few times. The movement made you wanted more. You bit your lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"You don't need to restrain yourself, Heart. I want to hear your voice." Jungkook whispers. He kisses your neck, you feel yourself falling apart. His kisses send ants all over your body.

You feel how much Jungkook wants you. His bulge presses well against you, at some point you start rocking on his hips to quell the feeling that gathered in you below. Jungkook grabs your buttocks with both hands and helps you with the rhythm. You moan in pleasure.

"You are my good girl. I want to see you!" Jungkook says. He grabs the skirt of your dress and carefully pulls your entire outfit over your head. Now you're sitting on his lap in a bra and, soaked through. You like his eyes so much that look at you with absolute lust. Jungkook wastes time in freeing you from your bra, and when he takes it off you feel a sense of relief. You see his eyes staring into your chest and you smile. It feels like he's seeing a woman's breasts for the first time.

His member hardens even more from he saw. Jungkook gently touches one of your breasts with his hand and squeezes it. You feel a surge of desire. He leans down to your chest and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. At first it feels like a kiss and then he starts sucking it. He sticks his tongue out and circles your bud a few times before sucking again. You look down on him and think that you can only come from these actions of his. Jungkook does the same thing with your second nipple as he did with the first. You moan unable to hold back the pleasure as you continue to rock on Jungkook's hips.

He wants to get rid of these tight pants. It even hurts from the fact that you started to rock at him more intensively. His jeans were soaked with your juice and his own cum, which was coming out more and more with your movements. He thought for a second that he could cum just from the sight of your bare breasts and the intense movements that you didn't even think to stop. Jungkook thought he couldn't take it anymore and he needed to push his cock inside you as soon as possible.

You kissed Jungkook, wanting to feel his sweet lips again, when suddenly he stopped you. You were slightly sweaty and noticed the beads of sweat covering Jungkook's forehead.

"Honey, I'm going to fuck you! Because if you keep rocking on my hips like this I can't stand it!" He says. You don't even have time to think what he means as you are already on your back. Jungkook towers over you, pulling off his t-shirt. You feast your eyes on his body. He is so perfect that he can be compared to the Greek God. You didn't even notice that Jungkook was fully clothed all this time. You felt so vulnerable in front of him.

"Are you ready?" Jungkook asks. He keeps his hands on the belt of his pants. You lower your eyes there and see how his cock protrudes through his jeans. You are a little afraid to see him with your own eyes, but the desire to feel him cock in yourself is stronger. You reach for his belt and unbuckle it.

"I'm ready," you say.

"Okay my girl. But first you need to get used to my size. So first I will insert my fingers into you so that you get used to the feeling. The first time is usually painful." Jungkook says with concern. "But don't worry. I'll be very gentle with you." He promises. You smile

"Thank you" is all you say. Jungkook gets off of you and pulls off your pants, leaving you in nothing but Calvin Klein boxers.

He drops to one knee above you, and keeps the rest of his body weight on the other leg that is on the floor. He carefully grabs the elastic bands of your panties and pulls them down without much haste. Your breathing quickens. Now you are completely naked in front of Jungkook.

His gaze wanders all over your body. Jungkook couldn't help but think that the picture in his head was exactly what he had imagined since that very day. Since that meeting on the eve of Choseok. He imagined more than once how you lay naked in front of him. He lingers own eays on your pussy. You feel the heat spread throughout your body at Jungkook's gaze.

"Are you going to stare much longer?" You ask, unable to stand his gaze. Jungkook laughs and then leans into you. He leans down so low that your noses are touching.

"I have to remember this moment in all its glory." He says. "Can't I admire you?" Jungkook kisses you passionately and very intensely again. "You are so beautiful," he whispers into your lips. You feel his hot breath burning your swollen lips. And then you feel how he inserts his finger into you. You feel something new. It's not like a similar feeling when he starts to move it inside you. Jungkook is still very close to your face. He enjoys you look.

His finger moves smoothly inside you. You feel much not pressure on your walls. After a while Jungkook inserts a second finger into you and the pressure increases. The movements become faster and you think you like what Jungkook is doing. You close your eyes with pleasure. A soft moan escapes your lips. Jungkook showers your neck with kisses. Finally, he inserts the third finger into you, behind which a slight note of pain is felt. But it's not unpleasant. Jungkook moves his fingers inside you, thus stretching your entrance.

“So wet for me” Jungkook whispers in your ear. "You ready to accept me, aren't you?" You are ready for this. Jungkook is very good with his fingers. His movements give you incredible pleasure, but you still wonder how it feels to feel his member inside you. You are unable to answer something specific. You just start moaning louder, trying to let him know that you are ready.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you and you regret that he did. You want him to never stop doing it. You open your eyes and see him licking his fingers that were inside you a few moments ago. You don't know how to react to such a gesture. Jungkook sees your reaction and smiles.

"You are such a sweet. Did you know about it?" You are ashamed of such a compliment. “Next time I want to fully enjoy you and try you. But now I want to be inside you.” Jungkook gets off you and takes off his boxers. His big cock is already so hard. You can't stop looking at him, and you're a little scared because he's so big. You don't know if it's good or bad. You heard how the girls at work sometimes joked about this topic and it was like it was good. But you have heard more than once that if the penis is too big, it can be painful.

Jungkook rushed to you. He climbed on top, picking up your legs so that they bent at the knees. He rested his cock against your entrance and leaned into you again.

"Don't be nervous my good girl. I promised to be gentle with you." It’s hard for you to control yourself, but you tried.

"I trust you completely Jungkook" You confidently say! Jungkook kissed your lips to calm you down, and then he took his cock in his hand and pressed it against your entrance.

Inch by inch Jungkook slowly filled you with his cock. And as soon as he sank completely, you felt a strong pressure on your walls. Of course you were hurt. But the pain almost immediately disappeared against the background of a still unknown sensation. It wasn't like that when Jungkook moved his fingers into you.

He stopped as soon as he was fully inside you, allowing you to get used to the new sensation. He leaned into you again kissing your lips quickly. It he just touched your lips as if calming you down.

"Are you all right?" He asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You told the truth. As soon as the pain subsided you thought that you liked the way Jungkook was filling you up. After waiting a little longer, he began to carefully move his hips. You gasped from the pain that came with every movement, but later it was replaced by pleasant sensations. Jungkook carefully moved back and forth finding your G spot. He tried to be as careful as possible so his movements were smooth and not too forceful. Jungkook liked rough sex, but it wasn't going to happen today. Maybe when you are ready a little later he will show you all the beauty of rough sex. So he was already thinking about what he would do to you in the other times.

"You are so tight, my girl. So damn tight!" Jungkook let out a groan. He began to move more intensively, you felt an unknown pleasure. You didn't feel any more pain. You closed your eyes again and your lips parted to let the pleasure be heard through your moans. Jungkook was finally giving you pleasure, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Jungkook's hands are on either side of your face. He was hanging over you breathing heavily. You were also breathing hard. Your bodies moved in time with each other. You wrapped your arms around Jungkook's shoulders, leaning down to let your bodies snuggled up. Jungkook wanted to kiss you again. He ran his tongue into your mouth as soon as your lips met. He moaned from the feeling that your tight pussy gave him. He kissed you passionately, and you kissed him back. Your hands plunged into his black locks. Even now you couldn't help but think about you, how soft they are to the touch. Jungkook ended the kiss by biting your bottom lip, tasting your soft flesh.

He finally let go of your lips, instead he wanted to leave a mark on you now. He dug into your neck, sucking on the skin. You liked the slight pain that accompanied those kisses.

Jungkook continued to kiss you as his thumb found your clit. He pressed it lightly and then began to caress it in circular motions, never stopping to move inside you.

"Shit..." you breathed out with a groan. "Jungkook I'm so close." Hearing what you said, he started to move faster.

"Come on girl. Do It. Come." Jungkook says. And after his words, you felt your whole body sink into bliss. A feeling of pleasure spread throughout your body. You screamed unable to hold it in. Jungkook continued to fuck you, intending to cum as well. He felt so good about you that he thought he would finish much earlier than you, but he was able to hold on. And when he reached his own climax, you felt his hot sperm inside you, filling you. His cock twitched inside you releasing his cum. Jungkook was saying swear words that somehow reflected his own pleasure.

When Jungkook stopped twitching inside you, his cock went limp and he was in no hurry to pull it out of you. Jungkook leaned down on top of you finding your lips again. He kissed you gently while breathing heavily. Your eyes met after he stopped kissing you.

"Are you okay?" He asked immediately. You tried to hold your breath.

"Everything is fine," you said and smiled. Jungkook smiled back. He carefully got out of you and sat next to you. You tried not to think about what just happened.

“Y/N you bled a little blood.” He said putting his hand on your thigh. You got up. You wanted to cover yourself, but all your clothes were on the floor.

Jungkook was following you.

"Oh, it's okay." You say. "It should be." You look up at Jungkook and see that he is looking at you. A slight smile on his lips.

"Do you want to take a shower?" He asks. You are shy because you notice how he is looking at you.

"That's how I would like it."

"Do you want to go alone or should I join you?" Jungkook leans towards your lips, but doesn't kiss. Your heart beats faster.

"I think I should go myself." You say awkwardly, thinking about what might happen in the bathroom again, but you are not ready for it.

"As you like Heart." Jungkook stands up and walks over to his boxers lying near the sofa. You stare at him unable to get used to Jungkook's naked body. "Do you like what you see?" He suddenly says. Not expecting to hear any question from him, you shudder and quickly look away. Jungkook laughs. He pulls on his boxers and come to you. He kneels next to you, cupping your face in his hands. "I'm really very handsome, you shouldn't look away." You look at each other and then Jungkook kisses you. A strange thought runs through his head: "I just fucked her, and I don't understand how I can want her again so quickly." You broke the kiss. In fact, you were already short of air and your lips were already swollen from frequent kisses.

You walked into the bathroom holding the clothes Jungkook had given you a minute ago. You felt your whole body ache, especially there. You put your things on the counter and went into the shower and turned on the faucet. It was warm enveloping your sweaty body. Standing under the stream of water, you thought about everything that had happened. You felt bad. You had a lot of different thoughts that started to fill your head. How to behave with Jungkook? What is your relationship with him now? You are completely confused. You were nervous and didn't know how to deal with him when you got out of the shower. But Jungkook was so gentle with you that just remembering it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to run home, but he knows where you live. In reality, all you were afraid of was Jungkook will saying, “I'm sorry but it was only once. I'm sorry that you decided that I want a relationship with you. Let's be friends as before." You were horrified. A plan appeared in your head. When Jungkook goes to wash you have to run.

You just had to drive him home. What...what did you do?

P.C. I hope you give this story a lot of love.

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The doctors wife (part 1)

Mary and John live in a small House in the woods. John is twentyfive years old and a Doktor famous for his knowleg and got the chance to live in this House to write a book for a Universität for a year or longer, he has broad sholders and is well equipt with muscels . Jane is nineteen and a stay at home wife , she never went to school, she stayed at home to help her mother with her twenty siblings she is a petiti and slender Woman . In Marys family their is a special gene. The gene causes the Woman to be super fertiell and make the pregnancy belly progress rapidly from month one to month nine in nine hourse and after that the pregnancy only lastes 3 month so the brain can devolop of the baby.

Because of that Janes mother was pregnant, pregnant or on bed Rest or giving birth. And after six weeks of rest Janes dad knocked her up again. What Jane did not know was that Johns family has the gene to have huge babys, John did not tell her that. Because he grew up as an only child , and he wants as many children as humanly possible with Jane.

They met when John worked for the local doktor in Janes village , after Jane was already eight teen for six months . They fell in love and married after Jane turned 19 and John got that promotion. They moved in that house right after the Wedding ceremony. Because John prepade the house when they decided to get married after three months and married three months later.

The Moment they were alone John told Jane to get naked and helped her out of her dress and to his pants of. He startet to play with her clit and Jane ground and got wet and John smiled and startet to Insert his hard cock in her pussy . He got aroused and told Jane with a firm voice

"I am gone knocke you and tonight , take my seed and give birth to my child " . He trusted his hip while holding hers in place in her cervix , until Jane came and then John himself . Then he put a pillow under Janes hip and told her not to move for 20 minutes and then she could go to sleep .

The next morning Jane woke up to lying on her side and a huge pregnancy belly . The belly is heavy and tight and pinnes her to the bed. After an ordeal to get to an up right position with her leges apart to make space for the bump she calls for John and is shocked at the size and weight of her ripe belly , all she can think is how will she move her body in the next 12 weeks ? When John walks in the room he smiles from ear to ear . Jane is not smiling she knew pregnancy is tought in her family but that size of a belly is even overwhelming for her family. She wants to cook and clean and take care of her husband not be pinned to the bed by the weight of her pregnancy belly. She wants children but being able to move during the pregnancy was not her vision. John moved behind her and went over the taut skin gently in circels with his hands. And stroks with both hands over her taut and streched and says to her "you are so wonderful i cant wait for our Baby to arrive ".Now Jane is not worried anymore she will give birth to that child or children and then she will take care of the house and garden. All what she can think now is how tired she is and exhaustet, she sinks in to John arms.

John is overjoyed with the sight in his bedroom just how he imagined it : big, heavy, streched taut, strained and pinnied her to the bed.

After the nap Jane is realising the situation she is bed bound to the bed and their is nothing she can do about it. And she is happy that she is pregnant and will be a mother , all she ever did was taking care of Children . Soon it will be her own children and home to take care of , her dream will come true. The being bed bound is the price she is willing to pay.

Four hours later John checked her swollen middel and decaleres that she is pregnant with twins . But that is a lie only he knows that Jane is severly pregnant with one huge baby , what will be a agonising task to birth.

The first pregnancy month is plagued by nausa and hardly eating due to the nausea. Jane is mostly lying down on her side because of the exhaustion and thowing up in the Bowles John brought her. Jane was dependent on John for every daily task. On the other hand her mental health she fell's her "babys" all the time, odly only one baby at the time ? But that surely means nothing. And when the babys move in her belly it hurts. Especially when she walks a ten meters for execise .

John is delightet by Janes sex drive and constantly wet crotch and fucks her as much possible in his breaks from work. After that Jane falls assleep cum leaking from her pussy.

In the second pregnancy month the nausea wears of a bit and sometimes she is now able to sit up in bed to watch TV or Listen to Music . The Belly gets heavier and heavier. And the pressure is getting more and more on her pelvis and her back is aching . John is always their for her, to rub her swollen feet and massage her taut and streched belly and massage her aching lower back.Once a day John forces Jane to walk 10 meterns and after five her legs shake under the sheir weight of her pregnancy belly.

The movements in her swollen middle are so often day and night she can hardly sleep. Over the month her eyes have developed big black circels and the skin grows pale. Never in her live as she been so tired and exhaustet. Jane complaines of her discomfort but John claims their is nothing that helps? But she has to trust John she can not read about pregnancy in the many books from John.

And John ? John has no complains he can not keep his hands of his Wife and her gravid middle , every chance he gets he fucks and her bump helps him climax. Every time John trusted in Janes cervix he also presses his hands into the taut belly so he can feel the baby moving.

The last four weeks are filled with a insanly pressure on her pelvis and an aching back. She is still a petite and slender woman and at least her hips get wide , the belly is the most heavy and biggest part of her body. The belly is so streched that the skin feels like bursting any minutet and Jane moarns every time John stroks the pregnant belly out of a mixture of pain and pleassure. On top of that Jane feels more like a baby maschine than a pregnant woman so overwhelming is the feeling of being streched heavy over the last zwelve weeks. And walking is not possible anymore , after fainting of exhaustion after walking two minutes .

Now her legs always feel a bit weird like the circulation is not working propely . But John says that this normal and to stop to think about it , so Jane does that, after all he is a doktor. Sadly the sleeping is not getting better only more complicated. Still it makes her happy when John tells her she is doing a good job keeping the babys safe in her womb. She can not wait to birth to children a cuddel them in her arm , for that she will endure being so heavy, streched taut and big.

John decided that Jane has to labor and birth while laying on her side. As laying on her back would put to much pressure on her lungs , and siting or sqarting would take to much strenge to make it more than one hour. And standing was last possible two months ago.

Will John tell her that she is expecting one huge baby not two normal ones ?

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fivefeetfear · 1 year ago

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CHP 16

First of all, give me my fucking PROPS!! I hit the characters on the fucking head with only ONE episode as a ref!

Clocked Ozzie “ Not my story to tell”.

Them being a cute and cuddly couple.

Clock Fizz is a soft boi!

The $69 sale ref!

The Fizz body pillow.

Ozzie is able to shrink in size!

Pet nicknames!

Stairs by the bed!

And technically the “bad people” in my story can be Mammon soooo!

This will still follow MY story but with the new episode theme.

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"Kitten, I've tried everything, but he just won't listen to me. Can you try talking to him?" Ozzie asked. Fizz had left the bedroom and took shelter in the bathroom to get ready, leaving the two of us on the bed. I sat in Momo lap as he stroked my swollen belly. Baby (B/N) is due in a few weeks, and (B/G) has been the easiest pregnancy so far. Thank Satan.

Humming, I placed my hand over his, trying to help soothe the demon.

"Believe me, I've tried, but he seems really set on this. I wish he would just take a break," I mused as I leaned further into Asmodeus' chest. I didn't want Ollie going to this so-called talent show either, but each time I brought it up to Fizz, he was just super stressed out. Like he has something to prove.

"OW!!" Cried one of the twins. I knew the house was too quiet. Groaning, I slowly sat up, only to be stopped by Momo.

"Kitten, let me go check on them." Waving him off, I went to the stairs beside the bed.

"I got it. You need to get ready so you can go with Ollie. Keep our husband safe; he's too sweet for his own good sometimes."

"But I don't think he wants me to go," Momo said as he got up from the bed.

"Asmodeus, he needs one of us to be there, and unfortunately, I am out of commission."

I could see the concern on the King of Lust's face as he shifted his eyes around the room, debating on what to do.

"I'm gonna make a call," I nodded my head at him as I left the room to check on the children. I made it to their bedroom to see the two trying to juggle the poor puppies while on a unicycle. Of course. I carried them for nine months just to birth two more Fizzarollies.

"KIDS! Put the dogs down before you break your neck!" I scowled as I walked further into their bedroom. The two yelped in surprise as they quickly got off the unicycles and tossed them under their beds. The puppies scattered in every direction before fleeing out of the room towards freedom. The twins stood before me with wide smiles as if they didn't do anything wrong. Just a typical day in motherhood.

"Hi mom!" They chimed together. I crossed my arms over my chest as I stared them down.

"What have I told you about juggling the puppies?" I asked.

"Not to," they answered together as they mirrored each other's movements.

"And what about the unicycle?"

"Not in the house," they groaned quietly shifting on their feet. They are so fucking cute! AH sometimes I just want to throw this whole act away and give them everything they want! But then I’ll spoiled rotten children and I already have two spoiled husbands.

"So what possessed you two to defy the rules?" My kids pointed at each other as they began to yell over one another.

"Well, (K/N) said they were better at juggling than I was!" My youngest shouted.

"That's because I am! Besides, juggling isn't even cool!"

"It's only a little cool, at best," came another voice from behind me. Of course, when shit is hitting the fan he seems to somehow conjure himself up from the shadows.

"UNCLE BLITZ!" The twins shouted as they raced by me to the imp himself. He easily scooped up the kids and gave them big hugs. Both children then grabbed each end of his horns, weighing his head back as he fell hard onto the ground. A smile made its way to my face as I shot him a look.

"Excuse me, I was in the middle of disciplining my children here," I stated playfully. Blitz was currently wrestling with the kids, and he was, of course, losing miserably against the feral baby clowns.

"Oh, is that what that was? I just heard you killing fun. When did you get so uptight? We used to ride unicycles down three flights of stairs, near the street where that creepy old pervert used to live down the road. Remember him? He died, not of old age because I hit him with the van about a week ago."

Oh, how he never changes. With a deep breath, I rolled my eyes at my friend needing to gain control of the situation.

"That's because neither of us had parents that cared for our safety! Or us in general. I want my kids to have fun safely."

"YAWN!" Blitz shouted as the twins followed suit.

"Yeah! YAWN!" My children mimic their Uncle. Who wore a shit-eating grin. I swear if I wasn’t pregnant I would have strangled him already.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that. B, I love ya, but what are you doing here?" I asked trying to switch off the topic of my failing to discipline my kids and Blitz. The red imp sprung up as he quickly dusted himself off and adjusted his trench coat.

"Oh, your sugar daddy called me to go with him and Fizz to Mammon's bullshit talent show."

"He did?" I mean, it makes sense. He can help keep an eye on everything, but I don't know how Ollie is going to feel about that. I felt a tug at my pants and saw (K/N) clinging onto me.

"Daddy has sugar?" they asked. A smirk quirked at the corner of my lips, trying to hold in the small giggle. How cute. Blitz kneeled down and patted (K/N) on the head, making the bells on they’re hat jingle.

"Daddy has a lot of sugar." With a loud cheer, both the kids left to go find Asmodeus somewhere in the manor. Taking B's side, we both walked slowly behind the running children, their jester hats ringing violently down the corridor.

"And why did you agree to go? I thought you hated Mammon." I, for sure, do. That guy always gave me the creeps. And I never really liked how he treated Fizz; it was so possessive and greedy. The imp simply shrugged his shoulders as he answered.

"Extra eyes and ears to keep your boy toy safe. You know Fizz's fans are horny little fucks with no social skills and lack boundaries." I let out a loud "HA," startling my friend as he glared in my direction.

"That's rich coming from you! Because you know, you are the KING of social interactions and respectful of people's boundaries." I teased bumping my hip with his.

"Ohh you little bitch, you think you are so funny. You know I don't have to knock on the window so you know when I'm watching the three of you fuck, ok?"

He what?

"You watch us-"

"I am keeping Fizz safe, and I'm doing it for free, so you should be a little more grateful," he backtracked on his previous statement. Again, this guy. Shrugging it off for now, I kept the conversation going.

"Thank you, B. I was very worried about him going. Knowing you and Mo are going to be there when I can't means a lot. Thank you so much." B pulled me into a tight side hug, pressing our cheeks closely together.

"I got it handled, so calm your double D knockers down, baby maker."

Before the trio left, I pulled Ollie to the side to wish him luck. He reluctantly followed me to our bedroom, expecting a lecture of some kind. Asmodeus had already expressed his dislike for him going and Mammon several times, and it was only stressing out the poor clown.

“Look mama I already know what you are going to say. “It’s a bad idea, I shouldn’t go, Mammon is a jerk who looks like a deformed Christmas tree with scoliosis.” A smile stretched across my face as I sat him down on the loveseat taking a seat next to him.

“Sweetie if anyone has scoliosis, it’s you.” I crack getting a small smile from him. Good.

“I’m not here to give you shit my love. I support whatever you want to do within reason. So if you want to do this, I’ll stand by you. Do you want to do this?” I questioned softly lacing our fingers together. Fizz held a little tighter as he fiddled with the Sinners Eye he proposed to me with.

Letting a deep sigh he answered.

“It’s not a WANT but more of a NEED. I need to do this and I need to win. B-becasue if I d-don’t….I j-just…you s-see…..I just need to, I need to be perfect.” Fizz rarely holds back what’s on his mind, so seeing that he couldn’t share with me what was really going on hurt. However, this isn’t about me, he will tell me if he’s ready to.

All his life he struggled with being perfect, he had to be the best all the time. The thing is, he was already the best! Has been for a really fucking long time. Fizz could never see that he already had it all and his need to be perfect constantly was the reason we fell apart in the first place.

I wanted to ask why he still felt this after all these years, but it will only take us in circles. So I kept to my word and decided to not push it and just support him. I gave a soft smile as I leaned over and nuzzled his nose with mine.

“Ok baby, do your best and knock them dead! Me and the kids will be watching from home. Give them a bit of a wave, you know they love watching you perform.” I coo placing butterly kisses on his adorable face, careful not to smudge his makeup. Ollie let out a giddy laugh as he curls into my affections. His arms looped several times around my waist as he gave me a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, mama.”

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“Mommy, where is daddy?” My eldest asked as the twins sat in front of the large TV. Mammon was currently on stage trying to reassure the audience that Fizzarolli was going to come out and perform soon. I tried calling him but each time it would go to voicemail, same with Momo and B. No one was answering me! Fuck they know how to stress a pregnant person out, I swear if I slingshot into labor and they aren’t around I’ll kill them myself.

“I…I don’t know honey. Don’t worry, daddy will be out soon.” I didn’t know that! I don’t what the fuck was happening! My mind was running ramped, did something happen to them? Did they leave the show?

“I-I’m sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance,” Mammon announces to the crowd, and just like that a cloud of blue smoke explodes behind him making the crowd go wild.

Oh thank Satan.

As the smoke cleared, I could see Ollie silhouette in the dark room with a cigarette between his fingers and Asmodeus's blue flame lit it up. The accordion began to play, setting the tone for the song. Moody, that’s different. I like it! As the song progressed the tempo of the song picked up revealing the true message of the song.

“FUCK YOU! Here’s my two minutes notice fuck you!!”

Oh Satan. Fizzarolli was in it to lose it and I was loving it. I watched in amazement as Ollie put on his best show yet as he sang his feelings in his resignation letter to Mammon. The kids cheered as they watched their dad completely own the stage as he balanced on two balls rolling along before launching himself in the air and executing several flips.

“Say goodbye while I look you in the eye and say, Fuck you!”

That moment gave me chills as I watched my husband be amazing. The warmth in my chest blossomed leaving goosebumps down my arms.

He has no idea how fucking talented he is, he brings everyone so much joy once he hits that stage. Yes with fame, there are ups and downs, but he always knew how to work the crowd in his favor each and every time. He was born to do this.

I wish he could see what we all see in him, a big loveable, adorable, and insanely skilled imp. He has so much to offer, I hope he sees that now.

“Hope you die! Kiss my ass goodbye you cuck, fuck you!”

“CUCK!” I was immediately ripped out of my daydream as my children screamed the word cuck at the top of their lungs. Oh goodness, the two somehow got their large balls trying to attempt the tricks Fizz was pulling off. My eyes softened as the kids supported the other on the share ball doing their best to balance on it while rolling around the open space.

The poor bulter had to follow them around so they didn’t fall off, a large smile adored my lips as I switched my gazes from the twins back to my husband who once flew out of a coffin. He tossed his neckpiece aside as he sang his heart out. I literally could not contain my excitement, I am so fucking proud of him!

“You’re a fucking ass clown.” He has such a way with words.

I hummed along with the tune as I witnessed my husband freeing himself from Mam's clutches. He swung above the crowd when a demon attached himself to his leg. The demon dog's horny moment was short-lived when he was shot off him.

Tears began to swell in my eyes, this is just AH! So fucking incredible! Watching him strip any associate of Mammon on live TV while having B and Ozzie back him up was such a heartwarming experience to witness.

Fizzarolli my love if you could see yourself, be fucking proud. You are finally out of the pit and I am grateful to have seen your growth. You worked so fucking hard to get to this place, you deserve peace.

As his set came to a dramatic end, Ollie turned to the camera and gave a wave.

“Hey kids!”

“Hello daddy!”

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“MOMMY! THEY’RE BACK, THEY’RE BACK!!” The twins cheered as they opened the door for their dad’s. I picked up the pace to greet my loves.

“Fuck you! Here’s my two-minute notice! AH! Ollie fucking brilliant mate!” I sang out to him, his face quickly blushed as he made his way over to me. He easily lifted me off the ground and into

his arms, squeezing the other tightly.

“I’m so fucking proud of you darling,” I whispered to him, I could feel his grip tighten while he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Thank you, (N/N).” My face warmed up when I felt his lips pressing kisses onto my neck.

Momo picked us up in his arms for a bear hug as he twirled us around.

“Our Froggie was fantastic Kitten.” Asmodeus hums happily, finally being rid of Mammon. But he knew that this peace was only temporary, until then he was going to enjoy this moment.

Little bells jingle from below and the twins remove their collars, and cuffs and tear their outfilts like Ollie.

“Yeah, daddy you showed that CUCK!” Not expecting that response Fizzarolli burst into a laughing fit as he stretched down to his kids. He tickles their side before placing the eldest on his shoulders and the youngest in my arms.

“I’m digging the new look kids. Alright! Sing it with me now kids! Fuck you! I wished I’d said it sooner! Fuck you!” Ollie started off.

“Cut you off just like a tumor, hope you die~” I sang along with Asmodeus.

“Kiss my ass goodbye you cuck, fuck you!” The twins ended happily.

All of us cheered while we walked through the halls of our home. I watch as Fizz plays with the eldest racing down the hallways. For the first time in a long time, he looked at ease. I turned to Momo and we shared a tender kiss. Finally, this shit show is done. We can finally live in peace and Fizz can live for himself again.

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“Fuck you, say goodbye~” I sang softly to myself in front of the bathroom mirror. Once the twins were down, the three of us hand a long warm bath getting ready to sleep in.

“I think you like the song more than I do.” Ollie jokes as he kisses my cheek from behind.

“How could I not! It’s so catchy!” My hand reached back, caressing his cheeks before moving up to his horns. I traced along the edges while admiring his beauty from our mirror.

“You are so beautiful Ollie.” I muse softly making him once again blush. His magenta hues shift away from his reflection to his feet. He grew quiet but I didn’t mind. Like I said, today was a lot.

“Mama, I gotta tell ya something.” I hum letting him know I was listening.

“So….you know how I-I said I needed to win?”

“Yes.” His grip on my hips tightened as he tried to find the words.

“I felt like I had to because…because of you.” Oh. Mhm, didn’t expect that. I turn in his arms with confusion in my eyes. I wanted him to explain himself.

“Um, me? Why?” Fizzarolli's shoulders dropped further as he placed his forehead against mine, his eyes still not meeting my own.

“B-because…I put you through s-so much shit to g-get here and…and I felt like making you go through all of that would have been for nothing. You supported me from the beginning even when I d-didn’t deserve it. S-so I just figured, I m-made my bed so I had to lie in it.” He finished. My heart broke, that’s the reason he clung on so hard to Mammon. Because he felt the need to punish himself for hurting me?

My chest squeezed when I spotted the tears at the corner of his eyes, I gently swiped them away with my thumbs as I held his face in place.

“Ollie, look at me.” The taller imp took a bit but his glassy eyes finally met mine. I could see the remorse harboring in his hues, this sweet sweet dummy. Why would he ever think I would want him to continue to punish himself?

“Please stop beating yourself up about that, I forgave you. You need to stop torturing yourself with the past Ollie, we no longer live there. I forgive you, please forgive yourself, my love.” With a loud sob, Fizz's knees buckled under him as he cried harder in my arms. I slowly got on my knees with him on the bathroom floor holding him close. My hands rubbed his back softly as I placed kisses on his forehead.

“It’s ok,” I whispered. His shoulder shakes as he cries, this must of been weighing on him for some time now. I’m disappointed in myself for not seeing the guilt he holding onto and how much it was hurting him.

A few minutes passed and his crying slowly subsided. He lifted his head from my chest as he wiped more of his tears away.

“I love you so much. And I’ll work on moving forward,” he mutters sniffingly quietly as he gathers himself together.

“And I’ll be here to help, I love you too, Fizzarolli.” And with that, I pressed our lips together in a much-needed kiss.

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AND done! Maybe later! Hope y'all liked it!

Also, Viv if you need another writer, I got you!

Sorry for the errors.

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dirtyvulture · 1 year ago

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😎So time for clarification and a bit of stating my case on things and maybe more thoughts later on. This is covering both Darkest Knight Au and Sergeant Beef Au .

So there are many stories and thoughts on Esther Hudson it’s because she was the first ( A bit turned into a character and then turned into a whole ass family line of people who look after Wolvie) Hudson. That and we haven’t talked about ANY OTHER Hudson or made any other Hudson a character. I have stated that R definitely Loved ( still does) Esther but the type of love was totally up to you Vulture ( platonic, romantic- maybe a one sided love, or at least a believed one sided love. ) . If they were ✨ together ✨at some point ( Be it a relationship and her husband was a beard . Be it a friends with benefits situation . Esther also could have been Bi / another flavor of the Rainbow 🌈) it wasn’t a lustful situation because Esther would have made sure to tell and show that she fully appreciated and cared for Wolvie beyond the physical and beyond R’s skills on the mattress. Unlike all the others that looked at R after the mutation hit and she got buff and R just gave into it . It would have been a truly loving act and none of them sneaking out afterwards ( R couldn’t always say the same with the others towards her ) nor it would’ve been just a using thing ( again R couldn’t always say the same with others). Esther always let R cuddle afterwards because she knew that R needed that , Esther stayed until she was truly overheating and made sure R was ✨taken care of ✨( during and afterwards) . But again if wither or not it was a fully loving platonic relationship or it was a bit more ( full romantic relationship or friendship with benefits) it is all up to you vulture.

If R had been with any of the Hudsons it would have been with Esther because it would have just felt weird and it also would have felt a little like a betrayal to Esther for R ( regardless if R and Esther hooked up or not ) .

Now for how Sergeant Beef was able to lift a full load of snow as a String Bean kid . I am 5’3 and 1/2 feet tall ( 5’4 on a good day) and decently strong and that is me as in adult. Beef was a String Bean as a kid yes but I can say from experience that yes it could be done but that doesn’t mean that it is always easy or without struggle. String Bean kid beef did it with struggles ( and if they were like me when I got a bit older ALOT of swearing ) and determination and of course a bit of help with their sister ( like I did until I was strong enough to do it solo, and also when my sister turned into a moody teenager and just left me alone with the shoving) .

Now to make my cases . I believe or see Wolverine R as a top because it fits with her character. She is a very giving and loving person in general but she also has very low self esteem and doesn’t believe that she deserves good things ( she gives but doesn’t really receives) so even if she wanted to bottom or receive she doesn’t believe she deserves that( she is a switch or both a bottom and top deep down at heart but won’t let she self have it or admit it). After she gets the metal in her bones it was a adjustment and she wasn’t with anybody for a good long while but eventually she was able to be very careful and comfortable being with somebody and not accidentally crushing the person R is with.

I also said what I did because Vulture you said so you’re self that R and Nat shared a bed while on the run . And during that time they had shoddy accommodations and probably only one really really shitty small twin size bed. Nat would have argued with R about R sleeping on the floor, couch, tub , chair or whatever else and R got to a point where she didn’t want to deal with it and just wanted Nat to go to sleep. Also it was super cold outside and I highly doubt that the places they were staying were super great at heating and were super comfortable and warm with the cold outside. So Nat arguing with R not to sleep on whatever that will fuck up her back , the small shitty bed and probably really really shitty heating you get Nat and R being really close together and you get R being a personal heater for Natasha Romanoff. Now if R cuddled Nat close because it was really cold and Nat was freezing or if it is just the heat radiating from R had R being a personal heater when she was laying close to Nat in the small twin size bed ( but Nat TOTALLY didn’t want to have R holding her close AT ALL * cough she did cough * ) then at is up to you. But no R didn’t sleep those nights , she stayed awake either holding Nat or staring up at the ceiling listening to Nat’s breathing and heart beating, a reminder that Nat is here with her and that Nat is alive . Like you and I have stated R would be too scared of going to sleep, having a nightmare and then hurting Nat or just hurting Nat in general in R’s sleep. Hopefully I made a good enough case on both accounts but I will leave that up to you to decide.

I do have to say ….. I didn’t think about how the metal in R’s bones making her uncomfortable or an “ undesirable personal heater” to cuddle with because it is “ like laying on a rock. I would think you would just feel the skin, muscles and fat of the body while laying on or hugging R but feel the mental when you’re really squeezing the body or hitting her ( as seen with the cage fight in the movie version of Wolverine, with the metal clinking sound included . Because in all the movies and comics - I am not familiar with the comics- it has never been mentioned that Wolverine is uncomfortable to cuddle with or lay on by any of Wolverine’s lady friends) . But if it does then R takes that as yet ANOTHER THING she is good for nothing about. A another little thing about R is like being a Switch at heart, R also deep down wants to be the little spoon in cuddles at times ( not all the time , she does enjoy being the big spoon but sometimes she does secretly want to be the little one). Just wanting to have that feeling of being loved, appreciated and even protected a bit . But again R doesn’t think she deserves it and would never admit to it.

On the final thoughts of this post. I love the thought of both The Darkest Knight Au and The sergeant beef au.

I think that Kate and Yelena are childhood friends and that Yelena calls Kate “ Little Bird , My Little Bird and Little Hawk( Little Hawkeye is Kate’s Air Force call sign , after “ Hawkeye” Clint Barton whom is Kate’s childhood hero now mentor in the Air Force. He is also Nat’s good friend even though Nat is Army) in Russian. Kate has no idea what those words mean when Yelena calls her them. I also think that Yelena may or may not have a thing for Kate as well as you Vulture mentioned that Kate may or may not have a thing for Yelena.

I am imagining Nat just walking and exploring the school and all a sudden she hears a roar of “ Natalia!!!!!” And her heart absolutely stops immediately because she never told ANYONE her brith name and R only hear it once from when the RR Soldiers were taunting her . She turns and sees R standing there and at the look of horror on her face we quickly rush to say “ I am sooo sorry for startling you ……. I was thinking about the name of a girl I once knew because a random memory popped into my head and I couldn’t remember her name and it was driving me crazy. I suddenly finally remembered her name and I was thinking really loudly out loud .” * Que the most sheepish smile Nat has never seen and didn’t think that she would ever see on R’s face. And one that she DOESN’T find to be the cutest thing ever * cough she does cough * . R was thinking of the name of the girl who originally own the toothpick pocket knife that Nat stole. R wasn’t thinking of Nat and doesn’t know or realize that Nat’s brith name is actually Natalia.

I was so excited to hear your thoughts from your last asks, especially since I bothered you with questions, but you came and delivered!

I like to think that Esther was the first woman Wolvie!R had feelings for (and especially back in that time, it was extremely frowned upon so R just had to hide and admire Esther from afar). And maybe Esther returned the feelings, maybe not (we'll let that be lost to history) but her interactions clearly left an impression on R, which is why the Hudson family are the only ones R consistently trusts throughout her life.

Sergeant Beef has a lot of determination. I'm pretty sure that's what got them this far and one of the many qualities that caught Nat's eye. :)

I loved your analysis of R being a top lol. All I can say is as I write the next part(s), you are not incorrect. 😉

Not R insisting on sleeping in the bathtub while Nat gets the whole bed to herself. 😭 But you're right, R definitely just laid in bed with Nat to make her feel better but could hardly sleep due to the fear of accidentally hurting her. Excellent points on both accounts, well done anon.

I can just picture Nat randomly squeezing R's arms or legs like "Hmm, this doesn't feel right" before she remembers R isn't quite like other humans. I also think R feels like there's no one out there who could ever protect her, physically or emotionally, so she's just resigned to being unloved for the rest of her existence. 🥺 (But this is not true, because a certain redhead has a lot of feelings for her. (and it's not Jean lol))

Aw, I love the inspiration of Little Hawk. 🥰

Also, I'm not even sure if R was back to consciousness yet when the Red Room soldiers called Nat by her real name, so we'll go with the other story. :)

Thanks for stopping by as always! I always look forward to hearing from you!

#😎 anon #vulture answers #sergeant beef au #darkest knight au

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reverend-dog · 7 months ago

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In Distress

Softness and warmth surrounded George, and he burrowed happily into it. Sleep-fog shrouded his brain, so only creature comforts mattered.

The perfume spoiled the mood. George hated floral scents. He burned leather-sandalwood candles so much, people asked him what brand of cigarette he smoked.

The smell of flowers crept up his nostrils and tugged the covers from his mind. “The fuck?” he mumbled, rolled over, and sat up.

As soon as he moved, he knew something was wrong. Hair was all in his face, his balance felt off, parts shifted and wobbled in ways they had no business doing. He forgot about that for a few moments, as he took in the room and its furniture.

It was a round room, two doors. The glass one led to a balcony, while the wooden one with iron bands allowed no clue to what lay on the other side. Polished stone made the walls and floor, while a mural of a cloud-strewn sky decorated the domed ceiling. Strategically placed rugs offered cushioning and insulation against the stone floor.

The bed in which George sat up might sleep a family of four and their pets, featured lots of marshmallow-like pillows and a cloudpuff comforter, and had curtains, fucking curtains, tied off on posts at each corner. Heavy wooden chairs framed an equally sturdy table, set with a vase the size of a punchbowl, full of flowers. That explained the scent. A free-standing tub squatted near the glass door, while a vanity and mirror perched against the wall.

George swung his legs off the edge of the bed to stand up, and remembered again how weird his body felt when he moved. He looked down.

Boobs.

“What the FUCK?”

That wasn’t his voice, either. The words came out in a soprano cry that raised to falsetto on the end, not the baritone rasp he’d had since puberty.

George’s attention snapped back to the round, melon-sized things on his chest. He grabbed them as if to yank them off, a prosthetic put there as a prank. His skin pulled with them – they were real, and they were part of him.

His bare feet slapped the floor as George scrambled across the room to the vanity, doing his best to ignore the alien swing of hip and rear as he went. He yanked thick, tawny tresses away from his face, and stared into the mirror.

His own face stared back at him, but different. George remembered a phone filter that claimed to show what you looked like as the opposite gender. This reminded him of that, but more… real. The filter made him look like himself with makeup, while the face in the mirror was his twin sister, if he had one. And he had to admit, he looked hot.

George’s eyes drifted reflexively down, and he caught himself in admiration of the deep crevasse of his own cleavage. “Eyes up, asshole!” he snapped, and yanked shut the nightgown that draped him. While sheer, it was not see-through, so it hid things well enough.

“What,” George demanded, “the absolute fuck is going on? What’s happened to me? Where am I?”

“Good morning, my morsel.” The voice, rich, deep, oily, rolled across the room from the direction of the wooden door.

George spun, and had to brace his hands behind him on the vanity because he was still not used to his new body. The man in the doorway smiled, and George realized his own reaction might be mistaken for cowering in fear. The man stood tall and broad, with night-colored hair straight and down his back. His robe looked satin or silk, also black, with deep red fur at collar, cuffs, and hem. A moustache and goatee decorated an oblong, angular face, and eyes like onyx gleamed with naked appetite as they swept George top to bottom.

“Please excuse the crudeness of these accommodations,” the man urged, one gloved hand sweeping the room. “The arrangement is temporary, I assure you. More suitable appointments await, as soon as Lord Cordray arrives and is dealt with.”

“Dude,” George warned, “I don’t know what the fuck game you’re playing, but I’m telling you, you got the wrong… guy.” He hated how the voice that came from him sounded plaintive instead of threatening, but pressed on. “You better put me back, the way I was, or I’m going to fuck you up severe.”

Steepled eyebrows arched, but the man appeared otherwise unfazed. “I have heard tales of your spirit, my dear Gisele. But such forthright language hardly befits a woman of your station.”

“I’m not a woman!” George snapped, then stared down at his foot that had just stomped.

The man chuckled. “Yes,” he sneered, “tales of your views on gender have also reached even these farflung lands.” He dismissed the matter with a wave. “Irregardless, Lord Cordray has taken the bait,” he waved at George, “and rides to your rescue even as we speak. Once the trap is sprung and his flesh left to rot, we can proceed to more amicable pursuits while the world burns.”

“What?” George blurted. He meant to expand on the question, but the man stepped back out of the room, and the door swung shut.

George pushed away from the vanity. He stood uncertain for a moment, then spun and dashed to the glass door. It opened readily, and he burst onto the balcony. He stood at the top of a tower, the tallest of a set that crowned a castle. Beyond the castle walls forest stretched, thick and dark.

Somewhere out there, a man named Lord Cordray raced to rescue a damsel in distress, unaware that he rode into a trap. Somehow, if the trap sprung and Lord Cordray died, that meant very bad things for whatever world this was.

“And how is this my problem?” George demanded aloud, but he knew the answer. If the evil mastermind’s plan succeeded, there was every chance George would be stuck here, as Gisele, the BBEG’s plaything. He had to find a way out, find Lord Cordray, and warn him.

As a girl. A damsel.

“Fuck.”

#fiction #short fiction #short story #writing #fantasy #surreal #creative writing #isekai

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sidesteppostinghours · 10 months ago

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WIP its-not-Wednesday-but-close-enough

tagged by @autistic-sidestep! thank you for the tag :D i have,,, so many wips rn. pulp stop starting a million projects challenge. all of these are very rough, and a lot of them feature other steps, but i wanted to share a few :]

for writing, ive got these:

“What the hell, man!” Mitchel hisses. He’s let go, but he hasn’t bothered lowering his voice. Too loud, but real. Caine groans, pulling themselves up from the mattress. At least it wasn’t the floor– this could’ve hurt a lot worse. They wince at the throb in their shoulder as they reach for the wall, probing for a light switch. When he flicks it on reality re-establishes itself once more. It’s Caine’s room, familiarly bare-bones. There’s only a singular twin sized bed in one corner of the room and a desk just across, with a heap of laundry they haven’t bothered to do taking up the chair. Mitchel stands on the mattress in the middle, both parts pissed and bleary eyed. His cheek is a lightish colour that’s a telltale sign it’s going to bruise, and a portion of his blanket stubbornly clings onto his shoulder. There’s no threat in here, or at least nothing more threatening than Mitchel annoyed. The knowledge doesn’t stop the blood pounding in their ears.

-caine wakes up and gets jumpscared by @hyper-pixels mitchel. they react to this calmly.

Marshal Steel has hair stuck in his finger joints. That's the first thing Daniel noticed when he came in to work this morning. Steel has his civilian hands on, which is normal when he has admin work. Those civilian hands will usually have hair in it too, mostly from Spoon. That's also normal. What's not normal is the colour; because instead of the odd tufts of grey fur Daniel's used to seeing scattering Steel's joints, this is a single, longer strand that he's sure wasn't left on purpose. Because the hair strand is brown. Suspiciously similar to Ortega's own brown hair.

-herald is suspicious that his boss is having another secret relationship with a pretty old man, but its none of his business! not at all. thats why hes eavesdropping on them from the breakroom pantry.

“What are you two talking about?” Ortega jerks, nearly spilling coffee all over Wei, tearing a curse out of him as he yanks his head to the direction of the voice. Speak of the devil. Caine glances between the two, head cocked. When did he get here? Ortega doesn't remember inviting him, and nobody told him he was coming either. Not that Ortega isn't happy to see him, but the timing… “Dios mio, Spot, how long have you been standing there?” he mutters. He gives his coffee a once over, but nothing's spilled. He turns back to Caine and double takes. The poor guy looks like he's just run a marathon– he's drenched in his own sweat. He's not wearing his raggedy sweater, for once. Instead, he's got a skintight suit with a simple white tee over it.

-a multi-pov fic featuring the same conversation, but told from the perspective of ortega, chen, and caine. trying to practice voices with it, and so far its been fun digging into each of them!

as for art wips:

-arde and vera based on the song "the villain i appear to be"! i actually made this today after playing the new revelations demo lmfao. i do not remember what arde looks like 😔 im so sorry ive done you a disservice

the next two have blood+mild gore in them, so im throwing them under the cut!

-cyrus gets Fucked Up by a dream version of fawn from @villainsidestep, based on this absolutely vile(/pos) soul read of him:

because why not fuck him up even more??

-mitchel painting i have yet to put down colours for that i am lovingly dubbing "cannibalism (NOT ROMANTIC)". chew it out with your teeth mitchel!!!!

ill be tagging everybody mentioned in the post, plus @idlenight, @disastersteps, and maybe @euelios if you all wanna give this a shot?

#caine is a cringefail loser that cant place the fact that he is. fucking scared of mitchel. and i love dancing around that fact in writing #herald is fighting for his Life trying to mind his own business but his gaydar is beeping incessantly at him everytime chen is in the room #theres a line in the multi pov fic that is. accidentally really sus. but i find it so funny im keeping it like that #i love vera so much yall you dont understand #no spoilers for the rev demo but something about her that gets brought up makes me want to gnash my teeth w the implications of it #think its actually really fucked up and evil of me to make fawn hold both of their brothers tenderly by their faces #during the two times ive drawn things between their brothers for this fight #pov: u are cyrus getting held by your younger sib and realizing theyre way better at protecting and loving u all than you ever will be #the last drawing was based on a line kore casually threw out there while talking about ortega being a bitch #and it made me so insane i opened medibang like. immediately. help #caine lynzal #cyrus becker(s)#nmoc: mitchel becker #nmoc: fawn becker(s)#sidestep #ortega #chen #chentega #herald #dove #arde #fhr #pulp writes #pulp draws

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127tyong · 2 years ago

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Sticker

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Genre: Smut, Childhood Friends AU, Reader is in her 20s, Caught Masturbating (Taeyong)

Warnings: (This is so vanilla. Like, the most vanilla shit I've ever written. It's just sex y'all.)

Word Count: 3k

In your eyes, Taeyong was practically a baby. You grew up living in the same neighborhood as him, and would constantly go to his house after school. You always had a key to wherever he was living, even after you both entered the workforce and were adults, you would still go to his house and spend time with him, comforting each other.

You would never admit this, since Taeyong was such a nerd, but you always thought he was cute. After all, you spent your entire life with him, watching his highs and lows. Something about him made you giggle and your heart palpitate.

But today, after work, you went to his house, wanting to drink with him since you were stressed out, but he wasn’t home. Slipping off your heels, you massaged your feet through your stockings. Finally deciding to just go through his manga collection, you laid on his bed, and flipped through a random edition of “One Piece,” of which Taeyong owned the entire collection.

After about 30 minutes, you heard the front door click open, then lock shut as Taeyong returned home. “You’re here?” Taeyong asked from the living room after he saw your shoes by the door.

“Yeah!” You called back, not wanting to move from the warmth of his bed.

“Ugh, I'm so tired…” Taeyong mumbled as he walked through the door, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Taeyong’s eyes widened after he saw you on his bed. “What are you doing? You’re breaking the spine!” Taeyong ran to grab the book from you, but you pushed him away.

“God… you’re such a fucking nerd.” You scoffed as Taeyong practically got on his knees and whined, begging you to give him the manga back.

“Excuse me, I prefer the term “otaku”, thank you very much!” Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Now let go!” His face was resting on your stomach as he shook your arms.

You tossed the paperback book onto his bed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey! That’s my precious Nami cover page!” Taeyong scurried to pick up the book and placed it back onto his bookshelf.

“You only like her because she has big boobs.” You scoffed.

“No, it’s not like that!” He sighed, joining you under the covers of his twin sized bed, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “Besides, she’s not even my ideal type.”

“Whatever you say.” Sighing, you pat Taeyong’s head. He always did need more comforting than anyone else you had ever been friends with. The whiny, clingy, version of Taeyong remained the same even after all these years.

Taeyong rubbed his face on the collar of your button up shirt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Am I hurting you?” And kind of, he was practically resting all of his body weight on your chest. He was way too comfortable with lying on your boobs as a grown man.

“Ugh, you should really buy a bigger bed, you have a huge bedroom just to fill it up with manga and figures. How are you planning on ever getting married?” You ran your hands through his hair, your fingernails scratching his head.

Taeyong sat up, getting off you. He slid his glasses back on and brushed his hair back into place. “Do you want to drink with me?”

Taeyong snorted, shifting to look you in the eye. “You really think I’ll get married?”

You pulled his glasses off and fluffed his hair up. “You know, you’d look really good if you actually wanted to…” Your hands slid down his cheeks, your palms cupping his jaw, feeling the sharp bone on your fingertips. Biting your lip, you really thought he looked good, even with his glasses on. He couldn't hide his pretty face behind thick glasses frames or a messy haircut, and you knew it.

Taeyong swallowed another shot, the bottle practically empty. He was sitting on his living room floor, a movie playing in the background.

“Tyong, don’t you think that's enough?” Sitting on the couch behind him, you only let yourself take a few sips of your drink, not letting your eyes leave Taeyong, worried he would do something stupid the moment you did.

He was always like this… Never able to feel how drunk or high he was until he was past the point of no return. You had many memories of him in college where he poured 4 shots of vodka into his Coke, saying it wasn’t even strong, then blacking out in the living room, passing out, waking up, and finally joining you in your bed.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” You helped him stand up, his arm around your shoulders.

You grabbed the bottle from him. “Yongie, that’s enough.”

“You’re no fun!” He whined, his head hitting your knee.

Taeyong whined, his voice almost grating. “No…! Stay and drink with me!”

You sighed, dragging Taeyong into his bedroom. “Fuck!” You stubbed your toe against his dresser. You dropped Taeyong, instinctively grabbing your toe. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You looked down at Taeyong, who was too drunk to realize you had even dropped him, and you tossed him onto his bed. You unbuttoned his shirt for him, trying to get him comfortable so he could sleep.

“Do my pants.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his arm.

“No, I don’t really want to.” You sighed.

“Fine.” He went under his blanket and took his pants off himself.

“I’m going home.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with drunk Taeyong anymore.

“No..!” He whined, sitting up. “Come here.”

How could you say no to that face? “Fine. Only until you sleep.” You took your bra and stockings off, then joined him.

You sat on the edge of his bed, tucking him into bed. “Good night, Taeyong.”

He grabbed onto your wrist before you could even stand up. “Just until I sleep?” He begged, pouting.

His hot breath was next to your face, and it was sick how naturally his arm wrapped around your waist. It was disgusting how Taeyong made your heart flutter, but he didn’t even think twice about you. You knew he only cared about two things, himself, and his manga collection. But even still, you let yourself imagine what it would’ve been like if Taeyong liked you back, so you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

“Shit. Fuck. What did I do?” You felt Taeyong sit up next to you, his arms ripping off your waist.

“What?” You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up.

Taeyong ran out of bed, quickly grabbing some pants out of his closet. “Did we… uh…”

“What? No. You were drunk. Besides, I don’t think you could fuck me even if you were sober.” You pulled the covers up over your chest. “Can I steal some clothes? I have work in…” You grabbed your phone off the charger. “40 minutes.”

“Yeah, I think I have some of your clothes from the last time you slept over.” Taeyong looked in his dresser, tossing you one of your old shirts and skirts.

“Do you mind if I wear some of your boxers?” You hooked your bra back on, watching Taeyong go through his closet.

“I’m sorry?” Taeyong deeply exhaled.

“Well, it’s not like I can wear these panties for a 2nd day. Besides, you wash your underwear… right?” You buttoned your shirt up.

“Um…” Taeyong tossed a pair of black boxers at you. “I’m gonna shower… or something.” He left you in his room, waving his hand around.

You got dressed and made your way to his bathroom.

“What the fuck!” Taeyong screamed, his shower curtain blocking your view of him, but he stuck his head out.

“I just need to brush my hair and my teeth! You don’t mind if I use your toothbrush, right?” You started to comb your hair with his brush.

“I guess not? Just get out!” Taeyong retracted his head back into the shower.

You brushed your teeth. “You’re the best! I’m gonna head out after this!”

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” You realized when you were already at work.

You decided to head back to Taeyong's house during your lunch break.

When you went inside, you tried to be as quiet as possible, so as to not scare any of his neighbors, but you assumed Taeyong was still at work.

When you went into Taeyong’s room, you were unprepared for what you saw.

“Fuck! What are you doing Taeyong?” You hissed at him.

He was laying on his bed, cock in his hand, cum dripping all over his abs and fingers. And in his other hand were your panties, pressed against his face like a pervert. Whiny moans, moaning your name escaped his mouth.

“I- I’m sorry!” Taeyong jumped up, trying to walk towards you.

You instinctively backed up, not knowing what to say. If he was a teenage boy, you could make an excuse for him, saying he’s just a kid… But he’s nearly 30, and you know he wasn’t even a virgin, since you both lost your virginity in high school. You really didn’t think he even masturbated while thinking about actual girls, assuming he just watched hentai. And you certainly didn’t think he masturbated while thinking about you.

So, you mumbled the only thing you could really think at that point. “You’re gonna get cum on me.”

Taeyong sighed and slid some pants on and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

You grabbed your phone off the floor and nearly ran out of his house.

“Wait!” Taeyong called after you.

You waved him off, not even wanting to make eye contact with him.“Taeyong, I really don’t wanna talk to you-”

He grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

“Tae-” You sighed, your hand already on the doorknob, ready to leave.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a back hug. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “You know that right?”

“I have to go to work.” You sighed, sliding your phone into your jacket pocket.

“I’m really sorry, I promise I am, I promise I will never do that again…” You felt tears on your neck, and the water on Taeyong’s hands made your stomach cold.

He was so pathetic, like a little baby begging his mommy for forgiveness after breaking a vase.

You turned around and kissed the tears off his cheeks, petting his head, soothing him. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

That was a lie. A ball of anger, frustration, and nerves started filling your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t let you. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you forced yourself to face Taeyong and hug him.

“I’m sorry…” He whined, holding onto your waist.

“I know, but you understand that was hard for me to walk in on, right?” You tried to pull away from the hug, but his grip didn’t loosen. His boner kept poking you, rubbing against your stomach. You wondered how he could be hard in this situation, in front of you after you saw that… Your cheeks flushed, not knowing how to handle the thought of Taeyong fucking you, his moans so raw and pathetic, his head thrown back. “Taeyong, let go, I have to go back to work…”

“No.” He whined into your ear.

You sighed, pulling out your phone and texting your boss something urgent came up at home and you wouldn’t be able to come back, which was only a half lie. “Fine…”

“You know I love you, right?” Taeyong kissed your neck, tickling you. He pushed you against the front door, pinning you there. You silently wondered when he’d let you go, his hands falling down your back and onto your hips, his chin still resting on your shoulder.

“Of course, I love you too.” You pat his back, wishing he’d get off you.

“Would you… suck me off?” Taeyong finally let go of you, taking half a step back.

“What? Taeyong, I think you’ve just been single too long…” You shook your head, forcing it to clear of any impure thoughts, any hope, any expectations.

Taeyong’s thumb glazed over your lips, his fingers gently brushing over your neck, making you look up into his eyes. Eyes that lost their innocent, child-like look, and that have turned dark, lustful. Lustful for you. “Don’t you want me?”

“Taeyong, let's stop this already…” You mumbled through Taeyong’s thumb.

Taeyong’s lips made contact with your neck, licking its most sensitive spot. “I don’t think you really want to.” He was gentle, sweetly sucking, making you press your head back, your back arching.

A whiny voice escaped your throat, a voice you never knew you could make. You clutched onto Taeyong’s waist, your fingers digging into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him towards you.

You felt Taeyong’s lips curl into a smirk on your neck. His hands swept down to your shirt collar, unbuttoning your shirt, then sliding towards your back to unhook your bra. His hands explored your body, a body he’s touched multiple times, yet he’s touching you as if it was his first. Squeezing your breasts in his hands, then immediately going under your skirt, rubbing your clit through his boxers.

“Can’t believe you’re wearing my boxers… Fucking hell.” Taeyong gritted his teeth, pushing your shoulders down, forcing you on the floor.

You slid his sweatpants down, his cock slapping his stomach before hitting your lips. Licking the cum off his dick, you let yourself swallow everything, looking up at Taeyong. Kissing the tip of his cock, you gently edged him, licking, kissing, but not actually sucking it.

Taeyong laughed to himself, biting his lip. “Fuck… the girl I was just masturbating to is on her knees in front of me…” His pretty moans kept you going, cockhead nearly turning purple from being teased from your kisses. “Ugh, hurry up, please…” He groaned, words stretched out from throwing his neck back.

“Why should I?” You spoke, his dick still on your lips, causing the soundwaves of your voice to vibrate against him. “You’ve been nothing but mean to me today, so why should I?”

“You’re too fucking mean… Watched me humiliate myself and still won’t help me…” Taeyong’s hands reached the back of your head, fingers interlaced into your hair. “I’ll do it myself then.”

Your lips parted on their own, throbbing cock sliding into your mouth. He started gentle, not wanting to hurt you, but he gradually let himself go, thrusting harder down into your throat, hitting the back. Choking on it caused your eyes to start tearing up, the sloppy sound of your saliva echoing in his living room. You slapped on his thighs, trying to get him to stop, his grip on your hair just tightening. Taeyong thrusted thrice, before pulling out and squirting his cum on your lips and cheeks.

You coughed a bit, stroking your throat to help the feeling of an abused throat go away. “Taeyong! What the fuck?”

“You look cute when you’re covered in my cum.” Taeyong went into the kitchen then tossed you a towel.

Wiping your face off, you lazily stood up, going back into Taeyong’s bedroom, tossing yourself onto his bed, Taeyong following. “I was right.”

“I’m gonna fuck the source of my horny dreams.” Taeyong mumbled, biting his lip.

“About what?” Taeyong watched you undress yourself, tossing your clothes on the floor.

“It’s going to be hard to have sex on a twin sized bed, you should’ve bought a king, or queen at least…” You pulled down the boxers you were wearing, sliding onto your hands and knees. “Are you ready?”

He hurriedly slid his length inside you, plunging in. Hands grabbed around your waist, forcing you up, pressing his body into yours, lips nibbling at your neck and ear. Taeyong’s long, longer and harder than a man who’s came a thousand times already should be. Fucking you like a virgin, like he’s never fucked a girl before, whiny, pathetic, moaning your name into your ear, ragged, unpredictable thrusts, hurting your core. His hands made their way down to your clit, rubbing circles into it. “Do you feel good?” He asked between heavy breaths, the heat of his gasps for air on your neck. He felt like his dick would melt inside you, sucking him in, so warm. He swore he could feel your heartbeat while he was inside you, your legs shaking and vibrating from how aroused you were.

It was nearly idiotic of him to even ask, your cries louder than his moans, feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed. He was too much, doing everything he could to make you climax all at once. “Fuck! Yes!” You screamed at him, about to cry from how good you felt all at once. It was almost sickening how even while having sex with you, he still wanted to make sure you felt good, and how he didn’t even realize how much you liked it…

“So much better than I ever dreamed of.” Taeyong’s fingers are covered in your juices, making him lick them. “Taste even better.” Your neck was bitten up, hickeys that wouldn’t go away for weeks, and trailed down to your shoulder.

You wondered if Taeyong felt the same way about you… If he loved you the way you loved him, if you were the last thought he had before he went to bed, and the first in the morning… Wanton moans in your ear made your fears subside, figuring he could only act like this because he loves you. He was so romantic, even if he didn’t realize it. Constantly reminding you how good you feel around his cock, how pretty you are… Everything about Taeyong made you dizzy.

“Taeyong, I’m gonna…” Your head fell forward, toes curling, whining for him.

“Me too, cum with me…” Taeyong’s fingers returned to your clit, trying to make you climax.

“Taeyong, Taeyong… Taeyong!” You moaned his name out as you reached your climax.

“I love you! I love you so much…” He screamed as he came into your womb, thick ropes of white cum filling you up. He dropped you, making you plop onto the bed.

You backed up, sitting on his bed. “I, um, should take a shower… and eat lunch…” You clutched on your stomach, womb abused.

Taeyong hummed. “Say it back.” He cupped your cheek, wiping your tears.

“Say what?” Your back hit the wall as you sat.

“Tell me you love me.” Taeyong started kissing you, looking at you with those big, innocent, brown eyes. Looking at you as if your neck wasn’t covered in his bite marks, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

“You know I love you.” You kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you.”

He pushed you, making you lay back down. “Good.” He lined his cock back up to your pussy lips. “Then I’ll fuck you some more, alright?”

“Ugh… Only if you buy a bigger bed tomorrow, and get your manga collection out of the bedroom.” You pressed a hand against his cheek, pouting.

“Only if you marry me.”

#nct fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nct 127 smut #taeyong smut #95 line smut

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