#as something you COULD NOT DO before and so you waited even though it was HARD

[fastandcarlos]

My Worst Nightmare : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

Your eyes went wide as you watched it all unfold.

Your heart beat faster than it ever had done before.

The feeling of your hand gripping his arm made Max jump beside you as you watched Lando’s front wheel clip against the front wheel of Charles. As soon as the incident happened you saw an aggression in Lando that you had never seen before, biting your bottom lip as he edges closer and closer to Charles’ car, almost inviting himself to get into some sort of incident against the other driver.

“What’s he playing at?” Max hissed next to you, eyes rolling at what he was seeing from his best friend.

“It’s like he wants to go crashing into the barriers,” you murmured, shaking your head in disbelief.

You could picture Lando getting frustrated in his car, eyes rolling, mouth tutting.

But he was the reason that he almost crashed out of the race. The only person responsible for any potential accident was Lando. The man who promised you every single race that he’d drive safe and that things would be okay.

Max’s eyes stay on you for a few moments as you carry on watching the race. He knows you worry and fret, but he could see frustration in you too. Frustration that your boyfriend was willing to crash so dangerously just because his front wheel got clipped, something you’d seen happen so easily in races plenty of times.

You hoped that would be enough to make him stop.

Lando kept on pushing though, every opportunity he tested the water, keen to try and scrape through whenever even a millimetre presented itself. You struggled to watch after a while, terrified that you’d ultimately end up watching your boyfriend get seriously hurt.

You’d never felt so relieved when the race was finished, watching Lando drive back into the garage in fifth. When he climbed out the car he expected to see you ready to enter his open arms, but instead you remained rather standoffish with him, shooting him a glare.

“Well done,” you told him, your face flat, taking him by surprise.

“Try and be happy for me, yeah?”

“Sorry,” you coldly sighed, “can’t help it.”

Lando walks across and presses a kiss against your cheek before being pulled back to get weighed. He wanted to play dumb, but Lando knew just from the tone of your voice why you were upset with him, and truthfully, he understood why.

He kept looking at you as he finished off race proceedings, hoping for something from you. A couple of times you offered him a weak smile, but other than that you remained with Max, struggling to listen to Lando try and make excuses in the media pen for his erratic driving. Eventually Lando headed off to grab his things, leaving you and Max alone.

Max poked your side to get your attention, “try not to be too hard on him tonight.”

“But he was being stupid Max.”

“I know, but I can tell he regrets it.”

A sign came from you, “what was he thinking?”

“Probably just adrenaline,” Max tried to defend, “maybe he saw something there that we missed.”

The ride home was pretty silent between the two of you, Lando tried to make small talk but you were still unimpressed. You headed back to your hotel room, Lando following just behind to give you enough space. As soon as the door shut and you were all alone, he finally cleared his throat.

He waited for you to sit down, throwing himself down beside you before you could protest.

“You might as well say what you want to say.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Lando chuckled, “I already knew that.”

You shot a glare across at him.

Lando’s attempts to lighten the mood fell flat as you silently scolded him. The tight corners and near misses were part of the job, but what happened today took all of that to the extreme.

“I wasn’t going to crash,” Lando told you, reading your mind and figuring what you were thinking.

“How do you know that?”

“We’re professionals,” he reminded you.

Your eyes rolled as he tried to brush off what you were saying, trying his best to reassure you in his own Lando way.

After a few moments Lando shuffled across the sofa, resting his hand against your thigh. “Maybe things were a little too close for comfort today.”

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day,” you hummed, “being a pro doesn’t mean being stupid.”

“I’m sorry if I made you worry about me.”

“I thought you were going to crash,” you sighed.

“I didn’t though.”

“My point is though, you could have,” you reminded him, keeping your voice firm. “That would be my worst nightmare Lando.”

Your admission took him by surprise, his eyes soften as he looks at you. The hand that was on your thigh moved to intertwine in with your own, Lando moved even closer towards you, nudging against your side. He could hear the hurt in your voice, terrified that your worst nightmare would end up coming true.

Lando squeezes gently against your hand, whispering your name. “Perhaps I let my frustrations get the better of me today, I should’ve been more careful and not risked anything dangerous happening.”

“I don’t ever want a repeat of Vegas Lan.”

“Me too, I don’t ever set out to do anything like that,” he assured you.

You nodded in reply to him. “I don’t know what I’d do if something ever did happen.”

“Hey, let’s not think about that.”

You went to speak but your voice faltered as Lando pulled you into his side. Luckily for you, Lando knew exactly what you were trying to say to him.

“I promise that I won’t do it again,” he whispered.

A smile of relief appears on Lando’s face as the corners of your mouth slowly turn up into a smile of your own. “I hate you for scaring me like that today,” you jokingly told him.

Lando’s head shook as you hit against his chest, trying your best to sound serious through the few giggles that escaped.

“You love me really,” Lando whispered, pressing a kiss against the side of your head.

You hummed back at him, “I do, that’s why I’d hate to ever see you get hurt.”

Lando cups against the side of your face, bringing you towards him for a gentle kiss as if to remind you one more time, he really was alright.

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[mikgreo]

hi! 🙈

do you also find it really attractive when guys say I know, baby I know. or something along those lines (///w///)

if your taking them could i request jik or hq characters doing this in some scenario/drabble. please feel no rush/pressure.

take care of your self too:)

“i know baby, i know.”

ft. jjk + hq boys fluff, slight nsfw, humor.

tags. nsfw for gojo oikawa and kuroo, rest are cute scenarios + some hcs i made on some.

chars. gojo/oikawa+ kuroo, geto/osamu, toji/atsumu, inumaki/kenma, yuji/hinata, megumi/kageyama, choso/suna, todo/bokuto, nanami/akaashi

a/n. tysm nonnie!! i didnt know if u wanted them separate or just in a group category..couldnt resist not giving gojo oikawa and kuroo smut. i hope this was what u wanted:((

gojo, oikawa, kuroo

you were sprawled out on his bed in his apartment. you were gripping the soft cushion sheets in pleasure, gritting your teeth, occasionally biting your lower lip to halt your moans. his long skinny fingers scissored their way through your gummy walls as if they owned the place. the tips of his calloused fingers hitting your g-spot everytime he thrusted in. you hated how vulnerable you became, how you melted like putty just from his fingers- but it just felt soo good. he knew your insides like no one else, knew all your sweet spots and how to make you cum. he was big- big being in understatement. he was huge, in your eyes atleast. prep was needed, always. even though you hated how long it took to get you ready.

“hngh.. i want you now- please!~” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up to you with a frown. “want you insideee..ngh! can’t wait...~”

“i know baby, i know. you’ll get it soon, ‘kay? i just dont wan’ it to hurt, my love.” he said softly, adding a third finger in. “just a little bit more, okay princess?”

geto, osamu

it was 3am, and you could not sleep. you tried scrolling through twitter and instagram for some time, but couldn’t. thats when you opened up tiktok, fully forgetting that, tiktok.. was a music app. and your volume…was halfway up. so when you opened it, it blasted for a second before you quickly swiped off the app, why were you so scared? well..

“y/n, what the fuck.. why are you up, go to sleep girl.”

your boyfriend was sleeping, and you hated waking him up.

“but i can’t sleep sugu/‘samu!! im not tireddd.” you whined, pouting. as if he could see you.

“dont care, go to bed or im snatching your phone away. l/n.” he growled and sat up rubbing his eyes.

“noo im sorry. please i cant sleep, babe!!”

“i know baby, i know. what if we cuddle and i tell you about my plans for tomorrow, hm? maybe it’ll help.”

toji, atsumu

“i want a dog.” you said glaring at him, who was sat on your couch.

“i know baby, i know. but yk we cant.. im fuckin allergic ‘member??” he shot you a mocking facial expression.

“but its okay, you can just take some Benadryl and you’ll be fineee! its not a big deal toji / ‘tsumu.” you pouted.

you walked over to him and sat on his lap facing him.

“if yur tryna seduce me into agreeing, its not g’na work babe.” he put his hands on your waist.

“ughhh!! can we atleast get like a cat or something?? please babyyy.”

“let’s leave this conversation for a different day, y/n.” he replied before pulling you into a hot kiss...that led to making out.. that led to your own personal problem for tonight.

inumaki, kenma (I PUT BOKUTO AND YUJI BC I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA HAVE AKAASHI AND MEGUMI IN THIS TOO BUT I CHANGED MY MIND.. SO PRETEND IT SAYS PANDA FOR INUMAKI..)

yuji, hinata

it was getting late… too late. your boyfriend had a day off and decided to spend it by sleeping, completely forgetting the fact that you two agreed on walking around the park today.. he was just soo lazy :(

“sweetheart….get upppp. its 12pm, you needa wake up.” you whined as your boyfriend tightened his grip around your body. he was big spooning you, a position where not even an earthquake could move him out of.

“mmm, i know baby, i know. just…five more- five minutes.” he groaned into your ear, you could feel the warm breath against your earlobe, it sending tingles down your neck to your spine.

“if you get up, ill take a shower with you, and make you waffles.”

you had never seen him get up from bed that fast before.

megumi, kageyama

you and your boyfriend were having you weekly movie night, you were under his right arm while you layed your head on his lap, using the blanket to cover your view of the flat screen.

“babe….i dont wanna watch this..its scary.” you pout as you attempt to sink deeper into your boyfriends arms.

“i know baby, i know.. but i love this movie, so can we please keep it on?” he scratched the back of his neck.

“ughhh, couldn’t we just watch inside out 2 or something babeee??” you whined.

“that’s a kids movie, im fine where im at.” he flicked you on the forehead.

“stoppp!! owww.” you cried out.

choso, suna

you two were watching moana in his room, the room was dark and you were both on his bed, cuddling. everything was fine until there was a loud noise which you thought came from the kitchen. you thought nothing of it but your boyfriend…

“did you hear that? what the fuck.” he sat up.

“babe…you better not.” you warned him with a glare.

“it was a fucking ghost, y/n. i fucking told you theyre real. theres no way im letting somethi-”

you cut him off, “girl, ghosts are not damn real. if you dont lay your ass right back down i swear to god.”

“i know baby, i know.. but you gotta really think about it, what else could it be?” he bit down on his thumbnail.

“shut up, cho/rin.”

todo, bokuto

you were sitting on the dinner table- across from your boyfriend, who had told you he had something really important to talk to you about. some minutes passed and he was just sitting there, hands interlocked together, his leg beating up and down.

“babe…is everything all right? its been like 3 minutes are ya gonna say something?..” you softly spoke.

“there’s something..i gotta own up to.” he spoke, not moving a muscle.

“oh fuck no, if you cheated on me i swear to god-”

“are you crazy?,” he finally moved from his position and gave you a puzzled look, “of course not, its just..”

he took a long deep breath..

“when i was 5 years old, i went with my mom to the store. she was browsing and i wondered off and.. i saw this lollipop, that i really, like really wanted. and i picked it up and asked her if i could get it, of course my mother being my mother she said no. so i got angry.. and stuffed it in my little pocket. and she checked out and i got away with it. and i just keep thinking about it, and the more serious we get with our relationship i just cant bare the everlasting weight and guilt of this act i decided to act upon. so im telling you now.. if you wanna make your choice on whether you still wanna date a criminal like me.”

you got up from you seat, and sighed.

“i hope its April 1st today.”

nanami, akaashi

[pazzi4lifee]

Can't Be Friends

inspired by Paige's "Feels" playlist and the first track, Can't Be Friends.

Paige is dealing with the realization that her and Azzi can never be just friends.

Chapter 1/9

warnings: angst, swearing, masturbation. 18+

word count: 1.5k +

author's note: my first pazzi fic, please give feedback!! <3 thanks all

Buzz buzz.

"Coming over tonight?"

It was 8:57am and Paige had fallen asleep in her glasses with her phone in her hand. She didn't want to admit that she had fallen asleep waiting for a text from her best friend. But like most nights lately, she desperately messaged Azzi until all hours of the night, wondering where she was, trying not to think about what she was doing, and hoping she would get the hint and ask to come to Paige's bed.

Paige's heart skips a beat at the illuminated screen. As she reads the text from Azzi, she feels sick to her stomach. She wonders if Azzi feels it too.

After a year of being single-ish while Azzi was still in high school, the two girls entered a new era of their relationship when Azzi was accepted to UConn. It was no longer this taboo, secret thing they shared: every month when they'd visit each other, kisses they would steal on family vacations, or the late night text messages they exchanged that felt exhilarating and scandalous.

This was now real.

The access they had to each other, all day, everyday if they wanted, was a lot of pressure for them both. Paige had the opportunity to be single her freshman year, but Azzi was coming to terms with college, being with her best friend, and secretly-but-not-so-secretly falling in love all at once.

When Azzi came to UConn, they immediately resumed their on again off again situationship, but the intensity of being together every day made the "best friend" cover harder and harder to keep. At first it was exciting seeing each other at practice, competing non stop, getting drunk and hooking up as much as they wanted, but just as Paige would want to spend more frequent nights with Azzi, Azzi seemed to be pulling further and further away.

Paige told herself she wouldn't let Azzi get to her today. She would act normal about it; Christ it wasn't even 9am and she was going to let her "best friend" get in her head already? She was sick to her stomach over a text message and she hadn't even eaten breakfast yet. She hated the power that Azzi had over her.

But she couldn't stop thinking about the text. It was an off night, so no one was going out. This meant that Azzi wanted to see just her, right?

Chill P, y'all are just friends you can't be acting like this, she told herself.

But the reality was that Azzi and her could never be just friends.

"Yeah, tryna watch a movie or something?"

Paige threw her phone onto the other side of her bed, too nervous to see Azzi's response. This was the first time in 3 and a half weeks not that Paige was counting Azzi had texted her to hang out first.

Paige got up from her bed, glasses slipping off her nose, and pulled on sweats and a T-shirt. She moved around her room silently, just in case she missed the vibrate notification on her phone.

17 minutes later, her phone buzzed twice.

"I'm down"

Paige's whole face turned beet red. Finally she was getting time for just her and Azzi. Maybe they could talk about everything that happened the last few months. Paige knew it was partially her fault; she had been wilding out a little bit and admittedly, she was struggling defining her and Azzi's growing relationship. On the other hand though, Paige was growing frustrated with Azzi's lack of communication. One second she felt like Azzi was her girl, and the next, total shut out. Paige felt sick every time she saw Azzi reach for her phone and it glowed with someone else's name, run to her teammates before Paige in a huddle, cheers someone else at the bar, or exchange a touch with a girl she had never seen before. Why was she so jealous over a girl that was her best friend?

Paige couldn't help but reply right away.

"Bet. Ima come by at like 7 with food and you can pick the movie?"

Paige smiled to herself, feeling like she played it cool. She texted Nika and Aaliyah to see what they were up to for the rest of the day. Paige knew that if she didn't distract herself she would lay in bed all day until 7pm, just thinking about Azzi.

"Wya"

"Caf, come get breakfast with us"

"ii I'll be there in 5"

Paige throws her hair into a bun and rushes to the caf to catch up with Nika and Li. Maybe some time just the three of them will help her take her mind off--

Azzi.

There she was, hair messy, face fucking perfect, sitting next to Nika with her head on Nika's shoulder. Why would Azzi not tell Paige she was coming?

"Oh hey P!" Azzi says cheerfully.

"Hey."

"Azzi was telling us that last night was crazy. I'm pissed I missed it!" Nika mused.

"Yeah you was acting up. Private story saw it first" Li teased.

Azzi laughed. "No! I didn't think it was going to get that crazy, Colleen wanted to go out and one thing led to another... I don't know."

"Oh is that right, cool girl?" Paige teased with a smile. Azzi nudged her shoulder before resting her head on Nika again.

This felt normal, right? At least that what Paige told herself as she sat shoulder to shoulder to the woman she was madly in love with, so in love it made her sick. Nika and Li knew as much, but knew better than to make comments to either of them. As Nika would put it, they were a little messy when it came to their relationship.

"Ok guys I'll see you tonight." Azzi said as she grabbed the rest of her apple and got up to leave, not even bothering to give Paige any extra attention as she left. Nika and Li felt the energy shift as Paige immedietly whips out her phone and checks Azzi's private story from late night.

Fuck. She's so fucking hot.

Paige abruptly gets up and tells the girls she'll catch them later. Paige runs back to her apartment and swiftly shuts the door, tapping through Azzi's story as she laid down in bed. She looked so hot in that tiny blue tank top, and her hair looked so good half braided and half down.

Paige thought about how her voice must have sounded last night, drunk and needy. Paige loved Azzi like that, when she let her guard down and would tell Paige how she really felt. Whiny and touchy and demanding. Paige felt herself growing hot, pulling off her shirt and propping her back against the wall. She tapped through Azzi's story again, picturing her perfect body in that impossibly tiny top, begging for Paige to be inside her. Azzi loved that, telling Paige she wanted her inside of her, begging to make her feel full.

Paige's fingers found themselves inside her waistband, and imagined they were Azzi's. She missed the way Azzi swirled her fingers on her clit before fucking the shit out of her. And the face Azzi would make as she slipped her fingers inside; Paige closed her eyes and tried to remember that face as she applied more pressure to her clit, tensing her body and she pushed her fingers harder, back and forth against her most sensitive spot.

"Az" she moaned. Paige felt her fingers moisten as she climaxed calling out Azzi’s name. She breathed heavily, trying to remember the last time she masturbated to anything other than her best friend.

---

It's 6:30pm and Paige is waiting in the drive thru line. She knows Azzi is gonna give her shit for not getting something healthy but its Sunday and she just wants to be wrapped up in Azzi's arms, eating bad food and watching an even worse movie. Paige feels herself trying to slow down her heart rate, fideting as she quietly cursed the line for moving so slowly.

As she secured their food and headed back to campus, Paige opened her texts with Azzi. No reply since her text this morning. Weird, Paige thought, but maybe she felt no need to reply since they saw each other at breakfast? Paige suddenly felt embarrassed, carrying a big bag of food, in her comfy clothes, up to Azzi's apartment. She felt pathetic. No text in almost 12 hours-- and she's here acting desperate?

Paige tried to shut those thoughts down, reminding herself that Azzi was her best friend and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Right?

Paige juggled the food and her phone into one hand and knocked on Azzi's door. No answer. She knocked again to no avail before texting her, feeling more pathetic than ever.

You gonna open up or make me wait out here like a simp?

Oh shit P I forgot about tonight. I'm at the lib wrapping up, can we raincheck?

That horrible dry feeling coated Paige's throat. Her heart felt like it had sunk to her stomach and suddenly the smell of french fries was making her sick. Her eyes welled but Paige refused to cry in the hallway and potentially be seen by her teammates. She wanted to scream, she wanted Azzi to open the door and tell her she was pranking her, she wanted Azzi to want her. Fuck you, Az.

Yeah, text me whenever

Love you P

Love you too Az

[mrprettywhenhecries]

just a ride [b.c] (1/2)

Benny Cross ✗ f!Reader

✝︎ w.c. 2.6k words ✝︎ tags/warning(s). no use of y/n, reader character uses she/her pronouns, reader leaves boyfriend for benny, minor depiction of violence, alcohol consumption & nicotine use; this part's pretty tame honestly, but there will be smut in the next part ;3 ✝︎ a/n. The Benny brain rot has had me in a vice grip and I needed to write something before I exploded. Admittedly this is somewhat similar to how he and Kathy met in the film, but with my own spin on it, and will be expanded on in the next part. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

When your boyfriend brings you to an unfamiliar bar, the rough atmosphere and rowdy clientele are a little more than you bargained for, but when you lock eyes with the handsome biker across the room, your whole night's about to change.

“Where are we?” you asked as your boyfriend parked across the street from a seedy looking bar in a part of town you’d never been to before.  The otherwise empty street was lined with bikes and you turned to gape at your boyfriend.

“A biker bar?  Really?” you exclaimed, the idea almost comical.  “You wanna go to a biker bar?

Your boyfriend prickled at the insinuation behind your words.  “Yeah, so what if I do?  You don’t think I’m tough enough?” he questioned defensively and you just huffed a cynical laugh.

“Do you even know anyone that comes here?”

“Well, no, but–”

You crossed your arms and leaned back in your seat.  “This seems like a bad idea…”

“C’mon, if it gets too dodgy we’ll leave,” your boyfriend coaxed.  “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Though you had your doubts, you didn’t argue further, stepping out of the car and crossing the street to the bar.  As soon as you stepped inside, you hesitated at the threshold, fighting to catch your breath against the assault to your senses–the sour stench of sweat and stale smoke instantly hitting you, burning your nostrils as you breathed it in.

Jostled by the crowd and press of bodies, you blindly followed your boyfriend in search of a free table, barely able to hear him over the blaring music and rowdy bikers yelling to be heard over the din.  Finding a lone empty table in the center of the room, your boyfriend claimed it, pulling out a chair for you and draping his coat over the one next to it.

“I’m gunna go get us some drinks, you stay here,” he said before taking off in the direction of the bar.

From your seat further away from the jukebox, it was a little more bearable and you could actually hear yourself think.  Letting your gaze roam the packed room, you noticed you were getting some curious glances from the bikers sitting nearby, but you found you weren’t the only woman there and that eased your nerves slightly. 

The sharp clack of pool balls connecting pulled your eyes to the pool table in the corner and your breath hitched as you spotted quite possibly the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in your life leaning over the table, pool cue in hand.  As he lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting yours, you could’ve sworn time slowed, and you wet your lips, your mouth suddenly dry.

Realizing you’d been staring a little too long, you quickly tore your gaze away, glancing back a moment later to find him still watching you curiously.

Pulse pounding in your ears, you watched him set his cue down and head toward you, a swaggering grace to his movements as he approached.  Pulling out the chair on your left, he spun it around and straddled it, leaning forward to wrap his bare arms around the chair back.

“I’m Benny,” he said, introducing himself, a bright grin spreading across his tanned face as he leaned closer, dirt smudged across his cheek and a smattering of light freckles adorning his nose.

“Never seen you around here before,” he observed, tilting his head slightly, waiting for you to respond.

His low raspy voice sent a shiver through you and you watched him for a moment, wetting your lips before giving your name in return and his grin widened.

“You here alone?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at you expectantly.

“I’m here with my boyfriend,” you explained, lifting your shoulder in a rueful shrug, a regretful tinge to your voice.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Benny echoed, wrinkling his nose at the news, though you knew he'd had to have seen you come in together.

“‘Fraid so,” you murmured, losing yourself for a moment in his pale blue eyes, a soulfulness to his unwavering stare that held your breath hostage.

“S’a real shame,” he drawled, his eyes flicking up to focus on something behind you, and before you could reply, your boyfriend claimed the chair on your other side, squaring off across the table from Benny.

“Back off, man, she’s spoken for,” he exclaimed, puffing his chest out in an attempt to look tougher, though beside Benny he just looked foolish.

Benny looked between the two of you, an amused grin playing at the corner of his lips, and he held his hands up harmlessly in surrender.

“Alright, I’ll go,” he said, a hint of laughter to his voice as he rose from the chair, giving you one last lingering look before heading back to his spot by the pool table, grabbing his abandoned beer bottle by the neck and bringing it to his lips.

“What’s his fuckin’ deal, huh?” your boyfriend huffed, setting your drink down in front of you, tearing your gaze from the roguish stranger.  “Fuckin’ vulture, thinks he can take what’s mine,” he grumbled, taking a long drink from his bottle.

At his words, your brows pinched.  

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to come here,” you reminded him, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a slow sip as your eyes once more flitted toward Benny, studying him over the rim of your glass.  There was something about him that pulled at you, like a moth to a flame, and there was a part of you that wanted to be pulled, to let that flame engulf you whole.

It barely registered that your boyfriend had responded.

“Hey, you listening to me?” he asked, snapping you from your thoughts and you made a noncommittal sound.

“I think I could do this—“

“Do what?” you asked distractedly and he frowned.

“Ride bike.  Y’know, join a club.  Maybe this club.”

At your derisive snort his frown deepened.  “What?” he demanded and you finally looked at him full on.

“You aren’t like these guys,” you said bluntly, tired of him trying to be someone he wasn’t.  “You just wanna look cool, you don’t love it like they do—riding,” you clarified.  “To them their colours are like a second skin, not just a costume you can put on when you feel like it.”

“Oh please, I’m sure most of these guys are just weekend warriors,” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes, letting your gaze wander once more, observing the other bikers that filled the hazy room, their raucous laughter and boisterous conversations filling your ears.

The longer you sat there, the more you felt eyes on you and you began to notice several of the bikers staring at you before quickly turning to talk furtively amongst themselves.  Unsure if you wanted to know what they were saying or not, you turned away and for a moment your eyes met those of the man sitting alone at the table across from you—he was older, his weathered face lined from life and hard work, and an air of authority radiated from him.

When he noticed you looking, he nodded to you and his full lips pulled into a smile, easing the hard cast of his countenance.

“I need some air,” you murmured, standing before your boyfriend could respond.

“Want me to order you another drink?” he grunted, taking another swig of his beer as you slipped your jacket around your shoulders.

“Nah, I’m good,” you mumbled, stepping away from the table.

As you passed, the older man caught your wrist, holding you in place and he peered up at you, an almost fatherly expression on his bluff face.

“You don’t need t’worry,” he drawled knowingly, his heavy midwestern accent coating his words while his deep set eyes flicked to his fellows and back to you.  “Nothin’s gunna happen to yeh,” he assured and you nodded slowly, unsure how to respond.  Once he released you, you headed for the door, keeping your eyes straight ahead.  Despite his words, you still couldn’t quite shake the wariness that had seeped into you.

Slipping outside, you reached in your pocket for your pack of cigarettes, tamping one out and perching it between your lips.  As soon as the door shut behind you, cutting the noise from inside and the cool night air enveloped you, you felt as though you could finally breathe again.

Leaning back against the rough brick wall behind you, you searched your pockets for your lighter, swearing under your breath when it eluded you.  Pulling the cigarette from your lips, a heavy sigh followed and you let your head fall back against the bar wall, your eyes turning skyward–the inky depths above obscured by the light of the neon sign that hung overhead.

You barely noticed the door swing open again until the crunch of boots on pavement stopped next to you and you felt a presence looming at your side.  Figuring it was just your boyfriend, you let your head roll toward him, only to find Benny standing there, tilting his head as he watched you.

“Need a light?” he asked, pulling a worn Zippo from his pocket and flipping it open with a practiced flick of the wrist to thumb the wheel, holding the flickering flame out for you to light your cigarette.

Feeling Benny’s intense gaze on you, you took a deep draw through the filter, watching the cherry burn brightly before leaning back, and Benny snapped the Zippo shut, exhausting the flame in one fluid motion while you let your hand drop, lazily blowing the stream of smoke away from him.

“Thanks,” you murmured, rolling the cigarette between your fingers as you lifted your eyes to his once more.

“S’nothin’,” he drawled softly, lips twitching upward.  With the lamp overhead casting a halo over his tousled dirty blond hair, he looked like some sort of fallen angel clad in leather and denim, his rough garb so at odds with the tender cast of his face.

After several long drags, the nicotine began to soothe your nerves and you offered Benny a puff, your arm brushing against his as he leaned against the wall next to you.

“So who’s that older guy who was sitting at the table next to mine, the one who stopped me on my way out?” you asked, glancing at Benny’s profile, your gaze lingering on his distractingly long lashes that brushed his cheek each time he blinked.

“That’s Johnny,” he grunted, smoke curling from his lips as he answered, handing you the half spent cigarette back to finish off.  “He’s president of the club,” he explained and you nodded.

Silence fell over the pair of you, but all the while you could feel Benny watching you, searching your face for something even he wasn’t sure he was looking for.

“Wanna go for a ride?” he asked suddenly, nodding toward his bike parked nearby and you followed his gaze, flicking a line of ash to the pavement.

“Sounds tempting,” you mused, taking one last drag before dropping the cigarette to crush under heel and pushing off the wall, dusting your hands off.  “But I’m here with my boyfriend, remember?”

“I remember,” Benny replied, huffing a soft laugh as he shook his head, his grin widening mischievously.  “It’s just a ride.”

“Uh huh,” you countered skeptically, though you couldn't help but match his smile, the excuses running through your head seeming flimsier the longer you held his gaze.

Before you could give a proper answer, the door swung open again and your boyfriend stepped out, his expression twisting when he caught sight of you and Benny together.

“I thought I told you to step off, man!  Think you can cut in on what’s mine?” he spat and you couldn’t help but gape at him, echoing his words incredulously.

“What’s yours?” 

“Will you just shut it and let me take care of this guy?"

Prickling with anger, you crossed your arms over your chest, your brows climbing as you shot him an indignant look and Benny’s grin melted from his face.

“Hey now.  Don’t talk to her like that,” he said, stepping up to him while subtly pushing you behind him and for a moment you saw fear flicker in your boyfriend’s eyes as he looked up at Benny, standing nearly a head taller than him.  Tamping his fear down, he wet his lips and opened his mouth.

“She’s my girl, and I can talk to her however the fuck I want.  This is none of your fuckin’ business, asshole.”

Benny shook his head ruefully, sucking his teeth.

“Seems like y’need someone to teach you some manners,” he drawled and you nearly laughed out loud at the thought of this brooding baby faced biker standing up for you against your own boyfriend–though if you were being honest, soon to be ex-boyfriend.

Just then the bar door opened and several of Benny’s fellow Vandals streamed out, forming a circle around the two men when they realized a fight was brewing, like sharks drawn to the scent of blood in the water.  Despite the growing crowd, your boyfriend’s bruised ego refused to let him step down and in a foolish bid to prove himself, he rushed forward, his brazen swing catching Benny square in the jaw.

Stumbling back, Benny let out a low grunt at the blow before straightening, shaking the punch off.

“That all you got?” he taunted, his deep drawl unphased.

Desperate to keep the upper hand, your boyfriend swung again wildly, but this time Benny was ready for it.  Ducking, he countered with a left hook, sending your boyfriend sprawling.  For one brief moment, you thought Benny wasn’t going to stop, even though your boyfriend was already down for the count, but as soon as he looked at you, the wild light faded from his eyes and he merely rolled his shoulders, working the tension free.

When he stepped up to his bike and threw a leg astride it, he glanced back at you over his shoulder, his unspoken question hanging in the air.

Giving your boyfriend one last disgusted look, you turned on your heel and climbed behind Benny, wrapping your arms around his waist as he lifted up momentarily to bring down his boot on the kick lever, putting his full weight into the jump and the bike roared to life beneath you, the vibrations spreading through your body like a wildfire.

Several Vandals whooped in excitement and you heard engines firing around you, but Benny had already pulled away from the curb and out into the street.  The stretch of road to the bridge ahead was deserted and the moon slipped out from behind the clouds to illuminate the way, shining off the damp pavement.

When you first hit the bridge, it was just you and Benny, and he threw his head back, letting out a howl that seemed to encompass everything you were feeling in that moment.  With the chill night wind whipping past you, stinging your cheeks and tugging at your clothes, it felt as though you were flying, Benny’s back pressed to your chest the only solid thing left in the world as everything else fell away.

You’d never felt so alive.

So free.

In that moment, you understood why the Vandals rode.

Overcome with an emotion you could only describe as childlike wonder, you swept your arms out wide, a wild crow of laughter bubbling up from the depths of your stomach just as the other bikers crested the hill to surround you and Benny, the roar of their engines nearly drowning out your cry.

Your rush of adrenaline waned, leaving you reeling and you quickly wrapped your arms tightly around Benny, pressing your cheek to his shoulder blade as his warmth seeped into you, and you knew you’d never be the same.

Part of you wondered if that had been Benny’s plan from the moment your eyes had met across the bar, but even if it had, you knew you couldn't hold it against him.

[wifeyoozi]

Lee jihoon - Popsicles for dessert

w.c : 1.5 k ┊ synopsis : jihoon's tired of all the pink underwear teasing and shows you he doesn't wear one┊ content warning : smut , bestfriends to lovers kinda , blowjobs , big dick jihoon , really big dick jihoon

a/n : aka the prompt ask y'all had been waiting for is finally here. Crack and smut.

 It's all because Soonyoung.

He started it.

The whole pink underwear drama. Jihoon, for the fact, does NOT wear pink underwear. Maybe he wore them once for the sake of one of his ex’s kinks. But he doesn't own pink underwear. There's black and there's dark grey and there's dark blue. A red one for when he's feeling extra freaky. Nothing pink.

And yet all of this fuss and teasing. And it was still bearable when it was just the boys teasing him.

But then you caught on that inner joke. Well, more specifically, soonyoung told you. On purpose. Knowing how big of a crush Jihoon had on you, his best friend. And you found that funny too. And then you started teasing him about it. And he's so embarrassed. 

And today it happened again. You two were just discussing your lives lately, and you told Jihoon about all the new make up you bought recently and how much you love that pink lipstick you got from your favourite brand. A sudden shit-eating grin spread across your face and Jihoon instantly knew where this was headed to. 

“You know, Jihoon, what else is pink”

Jihoon groaned, “oh my god, not you too! Not again!"

You giggled at his reaction, “your underwear Jihoon! You wear pink underwear, don't you? Little pink panties?”

Jihoon groaned, burying his face in the throw pillow on the couch. As you continued teasing him, he snapped. 

“God, y/n, I don't wear pink underwear,” he whined loudly, suddenly standing up, “should I show you or something?”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Why not, show me the proof.” There was a glint of mischief in your eyes. Jihoon should have known this was a bad idea. But he was tired of all the teasing already. He hastily untied the knots of his grey sweatpants and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing his slick black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

Your eyes widened. And the colour of his underwear wasn't the reason. It was the big bulge at his crotch which you couldn't take your eyes off. Your mouth watered at the sight. “God, Jihoon,” you were speechless. 

Suddenly shy again, Jihoon attempts to pull his pants back up, but you stop him, your hand on top of his as you move closer. He definitely has a really big dick hidden in there for the bulge to be that big.. And he wasn't even hard. Well, yet.

Your free hand moves and cups his crotch. Jihoon flinches but doesn't push you away. Instead, a soft moan leaves his throat before he could think. “Y/n what are you-”

“What fucking monster kind of dick you have in store here, Hoonie,” you can feel his dick come alive under your hand, the bulge growing as if it wasn't massive already. You palm him through his boxers. His hands fly to hold your wrist, stopping you. He really will just cum already if you keep doing that. You look up at him with a pout. 

“I want it,” you demanded, as if you were a little girl asking for candy or ice cream. Not able to hold himself back, his hand briefly looses over yours and you take the opportunity to instantly pull down his boxers, freeing his cock as it springs up, hard under your attention. 

“Oh my god, hoonie, it's so pretty,” you say, taking Jihoon's cock in your hand, examining it as though it was your first time seeing one. It was a pretty thing indeed, thick and long and only slightly darker than his fair face. It was a pretty shade of pink at the top and the purple veins prodded throughout the length. Its shape was just perfect, not too wonky or long and drippy or ugly. It was the kind of dick every girl sees in her dreams and every artist draws for their characters.

Jihoon, on the other hand, was trembling. Two minutes ago, you two were bickering. Now you had his dick in your hand. A shudder passed through his spine and he let out a whine as your tongue suddenly lapped over his head. “Y/n, you-”

“Shh, baby, sit down on the couch. I cannot stop myself from tasting this cock.” It was like you were hypnotised by his cock and he by you. He sat on the couch, his underwear and sweatpants pooled at his ankles. He opened his legs wide, giving you space to kneel in between as you take hold of his cock again. 

You lick over the length again, dragging your tongue along the veins, making Jihoon moan and groan and grab a fist of your hair. You loved when he pulled, the sting making your panties damp. You take the tip in your mouth whole sucking on it slowly. 

You try to take his dick deeper in your mouth, holding your breath as you do, before his cockhead touches the back of your throat, and it's just half way there. You forced your gag reflex to soften as you took him as deep as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of it. You suck on it, hollowing your cheeks, feeling encouraged by all of the filthiest noises you head jihoon make. 

His hands grab your head, not pushing or pulling, but just holding it as a support as you commit yourself to giving the best blowjob you might have ever given. Your pussy feels so wet at the thought of taking this monstrosity in it. You can't take him today. You're gonna need training for it. But jihoon will help you stretch out for him. And then he'll fuck you till you can't think about anything other than his dick and how well it's fucking you. Your clit throbs. God, you're so cockdrunk over him.

Your other hands come to play with jihoon's balls, who seem big and heavy from his cum. He's close already, you can tell. So you suck on it till he's cumming down your throat with a whiny shudder, his hips tutting up in your mouth reflexively. You drink in all of his cum, the bitter-sweet malty taste making you only want more. 

Jihoon's panting. He just recieved what would be the best blowjob of his life. God, you should be put in a porn film with skill like that. His head falls back, catching a breath, as you climb on his lap, giggling as you lean in to kiss him. It's messy and wet and filthy, but he loves it. He could still taste himself on you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

It's all because of Soonyoung. 

He started the pink underwear rumours, spread it to you, had you tease him and it led to this. He's thankful to his best friend for it, but he wouldn't say it. He might write a nice song for him though as a thank you.

[dreamdollasmo]

“Zayneeee oh my god!” You cried out as his thick cock repeatedly slammed into your g spot.

The pleasure was almost incomprehensible as he fucked into you from the back, his hips colliding with the flesh of your plump ass, your glasses practically jumping up and down from the force.

What had started as an innocent trip to Zayne’s office to deliver him a dessert you picked out that you thought he’d particularly like quickly turned into something much filthier.

It was record breakingly hot outside, and you had dressed accordingly.

A powder blue, backless, spaghetti strapped mini dress. A tight one at that, that emphasized your curves.

Upon seeing you in such a garment, in his favorite color no less, Zayne had a rare moment of spontaneity.

You should’ve known something was up when he stretched your greeting kiss out longer than your usual peck.

You seem to always end up in these situations; at the mercy of the pleasure he gave.

Upon fucking your thighs and making you cum once from the delicious friction on your clit, he wasted no time bending you over the desk.

The desk creaked under the movement of both of you.

“Please you need to be… quiet…” Zayne was struggling to be quiet himself.

You were so warm and tight inside, he was losing his fucking mind.

Especially since he waited years to have you again.

Zayne stopped thrusting for a moment, making you whine at the loss of such a mind numbing feeling.

“Why’d you stop?” You peered back at him, looking over your glasses that had been knocked lower on your nose, a sight he simply adored.

He simply couldn’t help but tease you.

Zayne chuckled lightly before grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your sides.

“Wha-” You were cut off by Zayne grinding his dick into your walls.

It felt like he was in your guts.

You practically screamed before muffling yourself by biting your bottom lip.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes, Zayne, please!” You barely managed to get out before he sped up.

“Fuck back on me. Show me how you want it, (Y/N).”

You tightened around his dick at his words. He was so filthy sometimes.

Who knew Dr. Zayne got down like this?

You whined before doing exactly as he said. You could probably fuck better than him anyways.

He kept your arms pinned at your sides, which made the position all the more tantalizing.

“Hurry,” He breathed out with a groan. “I have an, mmph, 4 o’clock soon.”

Though he smothered his own sounds and barely showed it outwardly, Zayne was feeling it as much as you.

The sight of your disheveled hair and flustered face nearly made him cum right then and there.

He was simply that attracted to you.

He was significantly louder now, enjoying the feeling of you throwing it back on him plus the visual stimulation.

“Yes, just like that,” He threw his head back, letting go of your wrists and instead opting to grab your hips. “That’s so good.”

“Fuck…” You moaned as you sped up. His praise was pushing your further to your orgasm as you angled your thrusts to hit your g spot every time.

“Zayne… gonna cum… I can’t take it anymore…” You once again barely managed to get your words out through the gasps and moans.

This pushed Zayne over the edge that he was barely holding on to.

He completely pulled out before grabbing you by the neck and pulling you upwards, making you gasp.

“I’m sorry.” He gave gave you a short kiss before letting go of your neck.

He didn’t even give you enough time to wonder what for before covering your mouth with his palm and slamming back in to you.

The force of this motion knocking your glasses off your face and onto his desk.

Your screams and moans were muffled as he pounded into you fast, hard, and deep.

He had literally never fucked you like this before, it was like he hated you.

The sheer pleasure of how good he was fucking you made tears run down your face, ruining your mascara.

Your sobs were also muffled into his palm.

Zayne was right in your ear; huffing and moaning louder than he ever has before.

“Inside,” he gasps. “You want it inside?”

You nodded frantically, shouting muffled “yes’s” into his palm.

His thrusts got sloppier as you tightened around him, both your orgasms impending.

His breathing got heavier before he reached down and pinched your clit as he came deep inside you, making you squirt all of his cock.

“Fuckkkk (Y/N).”

You had never heard him gasp and pant like this.

And you’d never felt this level of pleasure before.

You came hard as he slowly fucked into you, riding out your orgasms.

You both relaxed your tensed muscles as your orgasms ended, and Zayne took his palm off your mouth to give you a deep searing kiss.

He pulled away, wiping away some of your mascara riddled tears.

“Thank you for the dessert.”

[deanstead]

Marry That Girl

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Word Count: 600+

Tags/Warnings: none

A/N: Short one because I haven't released something for Jay in way too long! This has been sitting in my WIP drafts for the longest time so I finally got it written! An anon requested something similar for Will but since I had a half-written fic, I finished this and posting this instead! As always thanks to bestie @seatsbythepit for being my beta queen~!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You hadn’t thought this through.

It sounded like an innocent enough date when Jay had asked if you wanted to go watch the game. You hadn't been dating for long, and every day felt a little unreal in a ‘I can’t believe Jay Halstead wants to go out with me’ kind of way, and you appreciated every opportunity you got to spend with Jay especially since you never knew if he would have to go undercover or spend nights at the district trying to clear a case.

But now that the game was approaching, you were in a bit of a panic.

You enjoyed watching a game, but you didn’t always know what you were watching or doing, and you weren’t sure you were ready to let Jay see that side of you.

“Y/N, everything okay?” Kelly’s voice interrupted your internalized panic and you glanced up.

“Ah, I should have thought of you!” You proclaimed, earning yourself an eyebrow raise from the squad lieutenant. “I need your help.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow but chuckled before nodding toward his office.

You thanked all the stars that it was a quieter shift. After all, an entirely quiet shift didn’t exist at Firehouse 51. But at least that’s the way you liked it.

Kelly gave you a crash course, but not without reminding you that you owed him one. You spent the rest of the downtime studying it so that at least you’d have something smart to say, even though there were a few times you wondered what the hell you were doing.

Hard work indeed paid off.

You walked out of the game, feeling a little embarrassed as Jay’s friends gushed over you.

“Jay, you got a good one. My girlfriend doesn’t even want to come to games with me.” One of his buddies quipped.

Jay laughed, putting an arm around you and grinning. “Hey, should I be worried? What if you guys just call her for the games instead?”

The laughter rumbled through the group as they all nodded, teasing Jay that they’d rather call you instead of him in the future.

You really did owe Kelly one.

As his friends dispersed, calling that Jay had better bring you out for the next game, Jay’s phone rang.

You nodded at him, telling him he’d better take it, assuring him that you and Will wouldn’t leave him behind.

Jay took the call from Voight, glancing toward where you and Will were talking as he nodded. “Yeah, I got it. I’ll be right in.”

Jay could feel the dread in his gut, that felt just a little too much like guilt that he had to blow off again tonight even though he’d promised a nice after-game dinner and maybe some drinks and cuddling.

“This is why you don’t promise anything, Jay.” He mumbled to himself, before he walked back toward the both of you.

“Hey, Y/N, I…”

You glanced at the look on Jay’s face and just smiled. “Gotcha.”

“Sorry.” Jay couldn’t even say anything more because everything else in his head sounded like an excuse.

“I’m not saying I’m not disappointed, because I kinda am. But I get it. And if these were bells going off for the ambulance, I’d do the same thing you’re doing now. So, go.” You paused. “But you owe me a mind-blowing date.”

Jay laughed and nodded. “That, I definitely do.”

You shot him a huge smile and headed off toward Jay’s truck to wait because you knew he’d at least take you home before heading back down to wherever he was supposed to go.

Will watched the exchange with a mix of amusement and awe before he glanced at his younger brother.

“Jay?” Will called, before Jay and him headed off in different directions.

Jay glanced up at Will and Will smiled. “You better marry that girl.”

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[manikas-whims]

the fake dating u did was so good, like, ate and left no crumbs?? and i feel like its so spot on?? you did amazing thank you so much for ur writing

could u do a follow up on it?? i need to see the angst and confusion of the reader and the fluff at the end 🥹🥹

have a good day!!

OMG thank you for the shower of compliments 🫶😭

As i said in another ask, i wrote those HCs as a one shot thingy, and i’m still shocked so many wanted a part 2 so here it is!..FINALLY!

with a dash of misunderstandings, a sprinkling of pent-up desires and a spoonful of angst with a happy ending.

APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG WAIT. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT! ♡

Fake Dating the Love and Deepspace men but you catch feelings pt. 2

new readers make sure to read [PART 1] before you read this..

ZAYNE

❄️ You know you crossed a line when you requested Zayne to kiss you.

❄️ That one kiss led to the start of many more. Now Zayne kisses you whenever he drops you off at work and whenever he comes by to pick you up. And before you can even realize, they've become a part of your normal routine.

❄️ Speaking of kisses, they aren't merely innocent pecks anymore. Now they feel passionate and longer, involve a little tease of the tongue here and there, and always leave you weak in the knees.

❄️ But this controlled manner of feeding off of his generosity is proving to be quite difficult for you. If anything, the kisses have made you greedier. Every time his lips touch you, you hope that it doesn't simply end there. That he doesn't stop. You desire more than you should out of this fake relationship. You desire more than you deserve.

❄️ But before this desire of yours can take over and make you do something you can never take back, you decide to end things with Zayne.

❄️ It's a normal evening in his office. He's sorting through his patients’ files when you call out to him.

❄️ He looks up and patiently awaits whatever it is you have to tell him.

❄️ You feel your lips quiver.

❄️ Zayne may have agreed to be your fake boyfriend because you had practically begged him to but he isn't obligated to give you anything that isn't needed. Him picking and dropping you to and from work, sharing meals together and kissing you in front of others is already so generous of him.

❄️ That is all it should've been. Only you ended up developing real feelings.

❄️ But if you let this farce run any longer, you'll end up mistaking his kindness for genuine affection. You'll end up fooling yourself into thinking its real. Not just for you but him as well. That your feelings are reciprocated.

❄️ Your mouth opens and shuts, as you try to muster the courage before softly murmuring. “I think we should stop.”

❄️ For a moment, he stares at you, unmoving as ice. Then his mouth motions but you don't hear word. You run away.

❄️ Days pass with you ignoring Zayne's calls and texts. You skip work as well in order to avoid him.

❄️ Your doorbell rings one night and you almost jump. Dread instantly begins pooling in your belly. What if it's Zayne?

❄️ With anxious limbs, you answer the door only to find your friend Tara.

❄️ Tara tells you that she was only trying to set you up on dates because she hasn't seen you genuinely whole ever since you lost your family. That she wanted you to have someone who could complete you. But now that she's seen you with Zayne, her worries have faded into thin air. She is happy for you two. She is happy to see you happy after so long.

❄️ Though her words may have been supportive and full of warmth, they only make you feel worse. You end up crying and spilling the truth– the entire truth about the fake dating arrangement.

❄️ To your surprise, Tara is as kind as Zayne and instantly empathizes with you. She understands. And she apologizes for being so forceful in her attempts to look out for you by finding you dates.

❄️ Tara comforts you for a while but before departing, she suggests you come clean to Zayne and confess. She believes that it will all turn out fine in the end.

❄️ Well, its easier for her to say that. You're the one who actually grew up with Zayne. You know he's always been an honest man and how much it will hurt him when he learns that you've been taking advantage of your arrangement to enjoy his affectionate gestures. That after a while, you began deliberately prolonging the kisses in hopes of getting something more..

❄️ You wake up the next morning to incessant knocking at your door, and wonder if it's Tara again, come all this to check up on you.

❄️ Sleepily you answer the door. And the drowsiness dissipates from your eyes the moment you find the familiar tall figure of your childhood friend clad in his tight black shirt and dark trousers.

❄️ Dread seeps into your being once more and you lower your head in shame. If Zayne is here then it can only mean one thing. You knew this was bound to happen. But you are a coward nonetheless, and you can't bear to look at him as he breaks your heart.

❄️ Zayne let's out a breath and speaks. “That evening in my office..I’m sorry if its because of something I did..”

❄️ His apology makes you feel sick. You will not let him take the blame for your own misdeeds.

❄️ “No Zayne, I’m the one who asked for your help. And I didn't even consider the fact that I might catch feelings for you.” You pause to collect your thoughts. “But I know how wrong and stupid I was for it. And that is why I ended things between us. Before I could do something worse and spoil our—”

❄️ You stop abruptly as Zayne pushes the door further open and steps up on the threshold, hovering intimidatingly over you. He tilts his head low and speaks. “The arrangement wasn't just yours. Any decisions related to it should be reached only after proper discussion between the parties involved.”

❄️ His statement takes you by surprise and you finally move your lashes to hesitantly look up at his face. “I didn't think it mattered to you. I thought you were merely being kind and helpful..like always.”

❄️ “On the contrary, I was enjoying our little arrangement. After all,” Zayne inches even closer, his voice an octave lower. “it allowed me to spend more time in the company of the person I yearn for.”

❄️ It isn't his statement but the intensity of his gaze that arouses a tiny flicker of hope within you. “Zayne..you..I thought..I was the only one taking advantage of the situation..”

❄️ He chuckles lightly. “Apparently we both were. It seems our arrangement stopped being fake the moment we kissed.”

❄️ That tiny flicker of hope bursts into a lively flame of desire. “Then, you also wanted it to be real?”

❄️ He gives no verbal response but his lips quirk up into the barest hint of a smile as he nods.

❄️ For a moment, you stare at each other, processing all the words exchanged; the next, Zayne takes off his glasses and and tucks them in his pocket. And your lips find his, like many times this past week. Only now, neither of you stop just there for this isn’t pretense anymore. It's mutual, and it's real.

❄️ His hands slip beneath your shirt, cold fingers leaving a trail of warmth along every inch they touch.

❄️ And he kisses you harder, his tongue prying your lips apart as he pushes you inside the house and shuts the door behind him.

XAVIER

⭐ Things have been going pretty well ever since that “incident” in front of your apartment door. The creepy resident has stopped showing up.

⭐ You can freely enjoy the gym and pool in your apartment complex and everything else without the constant intrusion of that weirdo.

⭐ And although Xavier still goes out for morning laps and evening walks with you, accompanies you for the exercise sessions and even checks up on you at your apartment, he has cut-down on everything else. He is holding your hand a lot less and doesn't slip his arms around your waist as much.

⭐ It’s only fair though. Since the strange man isn't hitting on you anymore, there isn't much need for Xavier to act either.

⭐ You can live with it. Bear with him not engaging in any sort of skinship anymore. But your mind simply cannot forget the way his lips had felt against your own.

⭐ In the loneliness of the moonlit nights, you often find your fingers tracing the same spot his lips had sucked on your neck. You close your eyes and revisit the memory of his lips pressed gently upon yours. The memory of him kissing you a second time but with much more impatience and fervor. And you wish he'd do it all again.

⭐ It's not even surprising that you like Xavier. The guy has been nothing but helpful, protective and co-operative. And he indulges all your requests– from hanging out at the claw machine or playing kitty cards to something as unnecessary as a late night walk– when he could be spending that time reading a book or dozing-off.

⭐ You have found Xavier attractive ever since your first encounter. It's just that only now his searing kisses have left a mark upon your heart. Made you realise that you harbor an emotion far deeper than mere attraction for this man. And it's quite vexing how quickly he seems to have moved on from those shared kisses.

⭐ How can he smile at you with the same lips that nearly stole your breath away? How can he simply go on with his life while you lie awake in bed at nights, reminiscing those moments over and over?

⭐ Xavier has completely ruined you.

⭐ You can neither focus on work nor are you interested in gossiping with Tara and Nero. And to make matters worse, you get assigned to a mission with the last person you wanna face right now— the eccentric, silver-haired neighbor who claims to have killed more than 70,000 wanderers. The same man who had you pinned against a door just a week ago.

⭐ The mission starts smoothly. You and Xavier arrive at the location of a forest with high protofield fluctuations. You are synced as ever, efficiently taking down wave after wave of wanderers.

⭐ But there's a tension radiating between the two of you. It distracts you momentarily, resulting in you almost getting struck by a wanderer swerving it's blade towards you.

⭐ Fortunately, Xavier steps in at the last instant, slips an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. With his other arm, he effortlessly swings his blade and deflects the wanderer's blows.

⭐ He is saying something now, his expression full of concern. But you can barely hear a thing due to the loud drumming of your heart. You are too lost in the sensation of his strong arm firmly holding you in place.

⭐ When you give no response, he tilts his head adorably in confusion and stares at you. And for the briefest of moments, his eyelids lower, his gaze seemingly lingering upon your lips before he licks his own and lets go of your waist, flexing his gloved fingers as he does so.

⭐ He clears his throat, tightens his grip around his sword and resumes his battle stance.

⭐ By the time you've cleared out the wanderers, you want nothing more than to go home. However, Xavier is already approaching you.

⭐ “You seem a little preoccupied. Is that creep bothering you again? Do you need me to beat him up?” He asks.

⭐ “What!?— No! I told you that you can't beat him up!” You wave your hands frantically.

⭐ “Then,” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “it’s that kiss, isn't it?”

⭐ Your face instantly heats up at his direct mention of the kiss. You aren't good with confrontations, especially not when they involve the very man responsible for the sickness of your heart. So you bite your bottom lip and and try leaving again, hoping this is enough of a response.

⭐ But if there's one thing you've come to learn about Xavier, its that he can be very assertive when he wants to be. And right now he's unrelenting. He grabs you by the wrist, gently making you face him again. “I went a little too far, didn't I? I should've asked you before doing something like that. Let me make up for it.”

⭐ The sincerity in his eyes melts your heart. You're the one who had come to him with such an unusual request. You're the one who said he wasn't convincing enough, so he tried to make it feel more genuine. And yet here he is, not even questioning you for a second but already striving to make up for it.

⭐ You can't let him punish himself for it, especially since he didn't hurt you at all. Only left you wanting for more. “Xavier, you didn't go too far. And I don't want you to make up for it.”

⭐ His thumb runs over the back of your hand. “What do you want then?”

⭐ There's a conviction in his eyes– the same one he has before promising he'll win all the plushies for you at the claw machine, the same one he has when slaying wanderers. And you can't help but be honest with him. “I..I want you to kiss me like that..again..”

⭐ There! You've said it now. To hell with shame! And to hell with frustration! You're too tired to hide your feelings any longer.

⭐ Yet at the same time, the anticipation of his response is stressful. You try to pry your hand free of his hold but it only grows tighter now.

⭐ “You– You didn't mind it?” Xavier's eyes darken. So does his demeanor. He takes a step forward, and you take two back. “You’ve been wanting me..to do it again?”

⭐ You nod slightly, and he exhales a breath.

⭐ Xavier draws you closer, his eyes wordlessly asking permission this time. You nod again.

⭐ The next moment, his lips press softly against yours. And for the first time this week, you feel a little sated. It's not all you have ever wished for. Barely anything at all. But it gives you enough strength to live with your feelings for him.

⭐ The kiss deepens as he pushes you against the nearest tree branch, his lips parting your own. You gasp and turn your face away.

⭐ “Xavier, you don't need to do more.” You whisper breathily. “This is enough.”

⭐ He leans his face down, lips moving along your neck. “It’s hardly enough.”

⭐ Even with the pleasure clouding your thoughts, you remind yourself that you can't keep taking his willingness for granted. You can't let him go on. “Xavier, you don't need to pretend for my sake.”

⭐ “I’m not pretending. I want this too.” His response is immediate. “I’ve been wanting this for a very long time.”

⭐ His words hold weight, unlike any declaration made in the heat of the moment. So you give in. Let his hand guide your thigh around his waist as he kisses you again, under the evening quite of the forest.

RAFAYEL

🌊 “Keep up the act for some more time?” Rafayel asks, surprised.

🌊 It's the day after you'd attended that fancy gala with him. You're both sitting on the couch in his studio and you're the one who give this lame suggestion.

🌊 He rests his chin on the back of his palm and smiles mischievously, a twinkle in his eyes. “Don’t tell me, Miss Bodyguard..have you caught feelings for me?”

🌊 If you were drinking something, you would've probably sputtered it all over by now. But thankfully, there are no refreshments in your hands, and you will not embarass yourself by admitting how accurate he is in his guess (even if made only in jest).

🌊 You school your face into a stern expression as you look back at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. If we break up right now, after you've been parading me around in everyone's faces, then people will talk. Critics will latch onto this opportunity to write think pieces in hopes of sullying your name. I'm only being cautious as your bodyguard.”

🌊 Rafayel puts a hand over his heart and feigns a hurt expression. “And here I thought you've finally fallen for my irresistible charm.”

🌊 You scoff and roll your eyes. “Don’t think so highly of yourself.”

🌊 “I don't need to think so because its a fact. I am amazing.” He sits up straight. “Anyways I don't care much for critics. I don't care if people misunderstand or hate my art. But I know Thomas will be pulling his hair out if I get a bad name right now.”

🌊 “So,” He pauses for effect as you edge closer to him in anticipation. “I guess we'll keep running this charade for some more time.”

🌊 Before you can even realize, your lips are stretching up into a small smile. You know this is a foolish arrangement. One that is bound to end in nothing but pure agony for you. Yet you insist on dragging this along because you are desperate for a little more time with him. You cannot imagine going back to simply being Rafayel the painter's “bodyguard”.

🌊 You may have developed feelings for him a long time ago but its that kiss that made you realize how far gone you are for this man.

🌊 And you foolishly hope and believe that not all of it had been a mere act for him either. That there's a possibility of him liking you just a teensy bit. And this crazy belief has deluded you into entertaining fantasies you should not.

🌊 Now that you've had a taste of what it's like to have him as your lover, it's impossible for you to settle for anything less. You want him, and you wish for him to want you too.

🌊 The snap of a finger in front of your face draws you out of your juvenile daydreams. Rafayel is assessing your face. “Where are you? Come back to the real world, Miss Bodyguard. We're discussing some important things here.”

🌊 Your cheeks heat up and you apologize for getting distracted. “Yes, I'm listening. What is it?”

🌊 Rafayel shakes his head but begins explaining. “I’m saying that since we can't break up abruptly, then let's do it,” He pauses again, spreading his arms out and staring up at the high ceiling dramatically. “publicly.”

🌊 Your hear a crumbling sound and feel an ache in your heart. “What does that mean?”

🌊 He grins excitedly. “If we break up publicly, in the presence of a huge crowd with big names and paparazzis around, then surely it will leave little to no room for speculation and criticism.”

🌊 You feel fissures steadily forming on your heart. This isn't what you had expected when you had suggested him to continue on with this charade. A sinking feeling looms over you yet despite that you try your best to force a smile upon your face. “That..seems like an interesting idea.”

🌊 From that point onwards, any time to you meet Rafayel, the passionate kiss you had shared at the gala plays in the back of your mind. And you wonder if you'll ever get to kiss him again, even if only for the sake of this temporary farce.

🌊 Now every time Rafayel steps even an inch closer to you or lowers his head, you find yourself expecting– and hoping for– a kiss. A kiss that sadly never comes.

🌊 And the worst part is that you can't get mad at him. He merely asked you to play pretend. He never asked you to catch feelings. If anything, you should've been just as professional as he is. At least it would've saved you from experiencing the heaviness you feel within your chest.

🌊 But lets ignore all that because today you are at Rafayel’s place to discuss how the two of you will publicly carry out a fake break-up of your fake relationship during an upcoming exhibition.

🌊 Rafayel explains how you are supposed to yell at him during the exhibition, and make sure everyone around hears how difficult it is for you to date someone well-known. That it is becoming impossible for the two of you to make time for each other.

🌊 You scoff. “And then what? You'll say how I've always been nothing but a gold digger, chasing after you for your money and fame?”

🌊 Rafayel claps his hands. “Actually not bad. And then you can say how I am just as rotten as the rest of the celebrities.”

🌊 You can't help but laugh despite the ache in your heart. “This is so trope-y and predictable. No one will buy it.”

🌊 “Oh trust me they will. Everyone loves a little drama.” Rafayel tries convincing you. “You can add a few more insults and break my heart. And I can dedicate my next art piece to you, my cute but cruel ex.”

🌊 You laugh some more and he laughs with you.

🌊 Rafayel may act a little arrogant and childish at times but he is a good person by nature. Whether intentional or not, he always makes you laugh. The time spent in his company may not always be relaxing but it is certainly always entertaining.

🌊 And you realize how these moments will be gone forever after this so-called “break-up”, and how truly unprepared you are to endure it.

🌊 The eve of the exhibition finally arrives.

🌊 Rafayel keeps repeating the things you are supposed to say and do if you are to end this arrangement tonight. But you can only focus on the unease bubbling within your belly.

🌊 He quirks his chin, signaling for you to begin but you find yourself rooted in spot, unable to utter a single word. The unease in your belly grows and you take a deep breath before finally speaking.

🌊 “I’m..I’m getting tired of this.” You mumble softly. You aren't sure if anyone heard that but you continue. “You’re the one who asked me out yet now I feel as if you don't even care.”

🌊 Your voice is shaky now. You're taking in more breaths with every word you speak. Rafayel's calm expression falters as he watches the way you ball your palms into tight fists. “I..I don't think I can go on any longer!”

🌊 Your words resonate with your actual feelings. You really cannot go on like this much longer. You will miss the silly moments spent with him. You will be unable to genuinely smile with him after this. It will become impossible for you to even be his bodyguard. And you don't want that. You don't want any of it!

🌊 The unease in your belly spreads all over your skin like a wildfire. You feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you shake your head at him. “I can't do this.” You choke out before running off, the crowd of people around gasping in shock.

🌊 Rafayel follows right on your heels, grabbing you by the waist before you can trip on the stairs and fall.

🌊 “Let me go!” You yell but he's pulling you into a secluded room.

🌊 “Hey..calm down.” He tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ears and gently wipes your tears with his thumb.

🌊 But you can't do this. You can't tolerate him being so tender with you right before he mercilessly breaks your heart. You step away from him and his eyes widen, a hint of anguish now swimming in them.

🌊 “What's wrong, Y/N?” He asks, calling you by your actual name instead of the nickname he loves so much.

🌊 And you actually respond, words flooding out of your mouth like a crumbling damn. “Rafayel, I can't do this. I am drowning in my feelings for you. And I know it's not your responsibility to feel the same way just cause I do but I..” You sob, unable to say anymore.

🌊 He stares at you for a moment, an unknown emotion alight in his eyes. Then he breaks into a shrill laugh, the sound of it echoing loudly in the silent room. And he wraps his arms around you in an embrace, his shoulders shaking as he laughs some more.

🌊 “Look at you, falling for me just when I try to distance myself from you.” He strokes soothing circles on your back. “When I try to end all this to run away from my own feelings for you..”

🌊 Your own eyes widen now and you pull away to look at him, waiting for him to affirm what he just said. He chuckles, wiping your tear-stained face before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

🌊 “Yeah yeah I'm madly in love with. And it seems you did, after all, fall for my irresistible charms.” He drawls out as if talking about something insignificant.

🌊 Then he leans closer, his breath tickling your lips. “If you wanted us to date for real, you should've simply asked. Instead you made me chase after you like some besotted prince in a fairy tale.”

🌊 You find yourself laughing at that and he lets out a breath.

🌊 “There’s the laugh.” He murmurs, sealing his lips with yours, his fingers carding through your hair as he tilts your head and deepens the kiss.

Hope it was upto your expectations or atleast as enjoyable as part 1 of this ♡ It's unedited so i apologise for any errors (i'm a little sleepy and will edit later). And thank you for all the love and support on all my LADS headcanons so far 🥹🫶

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Hello! So can i request about kageyama? I want to request what his reaction will be when he accept his first birthday gift from reader in his first year because he didnt receive any of it in his middle school, plus he didnt think his birthday is that important to celebrate since his grandpa often forgot about and his sister is busy with her works. And reader give him the present in front of school gate when they going home. That's it, i'm very sorry for my bad grammar😔😔

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You had not been dating Kageyama for long by the time his birthday rolled around. Since Halloween, when he struggled to ask you out properly while wearing the fake vampire teeth. After you said yes and went in for a little kiss on the cheek, the edge of your witch hat poked him in the eye.

A charming start for sure.

The two of you agreed to not get each other Christmas gifts, seeing as you hadn’t been dating for that long and would rather spend that money on doing something together instead. However, nothing could stop you from finding the best gift for Tobio’s birthday.

On the 22nd of December, you excitedly made your way out the school entrance in your puffer coat, gloved hands clutching onto the blue box containing that sweater Tobio thought Oikawa looked so cool in on his Instagram. It had taken some of your savings and a little help from your parents, but you were so happy you could get it for him.

You yelled out his name, taking a couple of deep, nervous breaths before you were right in front of him. He was waiting by the gate for you, as he would walk you home on the days neither of you had any club activities.

“Hey,” he greeted you, confusion on his face from how you had called out to him.

“Happy birthday, Tobio!” you said cheerfully, holding out the present with both hands. Your boyfriend seemed to freeze, staring down at the box and then back up at you.

“What’s in the box?” he asked, pointing at it awkwardly.

“You have to open it!” you said, trying to keep the energy up.

“It’s for me?”

“A birthday gift!” you confirmed. “For you, yes.”

He took the box and you could swear his chest puffed out in something similar to pride. You took his free hand and smiled widely.

“Is your family celebrating? You can open it with them if you want to.”

“My family,” he seemed to consider it, and you disliked how his eyebrows flocked together and lower lip slowly pointed out in a pout, even though it made him look cute. “No, they wished me happy birthday this morning.”

You blinked at him, not sure what to say to that. “Then…” You licked your lips. “Maybe we can go get some food?”

And he was very happy with that, even slightly swinging your hands between you two as he told you all about how he and Hinata were planning something for practice the day after.

While waiting for the food, he opened his present and you were satisfied with the little stars in his eyes as he thanked you. “This is exactly the one I wanted,” he confirmed, and this experience alone felt like it would fuel your energy for eternity.

It might not be much, not some huge party, but it was everything to him.

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━━━━━KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF

PAIRING jake x gn!reader WC ooo GNR fluff, suggestive WRNGS grammar mistakes, kisses, public setting, soccer-player!jake CAMEO huh yunjin of le sserafim ( BOOKSHELF ) for @jakesangel this was supposed to be a hyung line fic, but i decided to turn it onto a jake fic instead since i feel bad; writer's block sucks

your boyfriend had promised to take you to the bakery that you've been wanting to try for weeks today, which explains why you're waiting for your boyfriend to finish his daily basketball practice at the gym. luckily, you don't have to sit on the bench alone today as your best friend, yunjin, is waiting for her cousin to give her a ride home.

you look at the clock in the gym, 3:55 p.m., just 5 minutes more until they're done.

sighing, you rest your head on yunjin's shoulder. she placed her head over yours and wrapped her hand around your shoulder.

"endure it for 15 minutes more, then you can hug and kiss your boyfriend all you want. I don't recommend hugging him, though; he's sweaty" you nudge her side, laughing at her. "hey! it's just my opinion,” yunjin laughed.

"since both of us are bored, tell me about that girl right there." you looked at where yunjin was pointing, only to find the girl that you probably despise the most right now, sitting with her minions. she was the one who always claimed to be jake’s real girlfriend and bothered him everywhere.

"her face is so annoying, I want to punch it," yunjin remarks. you chuckled, knowing that you and her were on the same boat. you hate how she's still following jake everywhere when she knows that he's with you.

just when you're about to tell yunjin more about her, you hear your name being called. you turned your head to the source of the sound, only to find jake winking at you before shooting the ball into the basket. the ball successfully went into the hoop, which filled the whole gym with the sound of shouts. the coach blows the whistle, signaling that it’s the end of the practice

you're never really a fan of public attention, but you started to ignore the feeling of it ever since the two of you got together. you know what you're getting yourself into when you're dating a well-known athlete at the school. it's not like you hate it; you just prefer doing everything in your own space.

"i can't believe i'm saying this but hell, that shit was so cool," you heard yunjin say beside you, clapping her hands. you know yunjin is not really fond of jake; well it’s not like she hates him but rather stays on guard in case jake does something he shouldn’t do.

“go, i’ll manage just fine here. plus my cousin is almost done,” yunjin nudged you once again. “well then, thank you for today jen. if it wasn’t for you, i would look like a lost dog sitting on this bench alone.” you stand up and start gathering your things together to put them in your tote bag. you slid it over your shoulder. yunjin hummed as a response. “you sure you got everything?” she asks, looking around, probably looking for your things.

you chuckle at her and say, "I did. thanks again for today. let's grab ice cream tomorrow, see ya,” you said, giving her a pat on the shoulder. “now that’s more like it! see ya”, yunjin smiles. you wave your goodbye, which she returns not even a second after, and that was your queue to properly go.

the second you reached down, you saw jake waiting for you with his arms wide open, making the smile on your face wider. you ran to him, and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him. you could tell that he was shocked at first, but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. he closed his eyes and returned your kiss. you heard his teammates cheering, but that was the least thing that you cared about right now when you have your precious boyfriend in your arms right now.

you can feel him smile against your lips, probably because of the cheers. one of his hands went on its way to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. his soft lips are glued to yours, noses nudging against each other's.

you were the first one to pull away, resting your forehead against his. you want to kiss his soft lips every second, but the lack of oxygen makes you pull away. you open your eyes only to find him looking at you with so much love.

“bold now, are we?” he smirks. he leans in, hugging you properly. “do that more often; i love it,” he said against your ears, which made you let out a small laugh. you realize the little crowd is now gone; there are only a few people left in the gym. you look at the place where she and her minions sat, only to find an empty chair. they probably left, you thought. 

you smiled to yourself, knowing that in the end, you will always be the one who he hugs and kisses, not some girl that he doesn’t gives a fuck about

jake pulled away, planting a kiss on your temple. “i need to shower and change my clothes; will that be okay for you? i’ll be quick,” he asked. both of his hands are now caressing your hair, looking at you again with the same stare that you’ve come to love. “yeah, take your time. the cafe won’t close until 8 p.m. anyway,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“perfect, let’s go,” he pecked your lips before taking your hands to interlock his fingers with yours and kissing them.

well, yunjin's advice may have gone over your head.

NANA'S NOTE i should stop disappearing omg

[hanrinz]

ᰔ. — your boyfriend, rin itoshi worries too much about you. a party can never stop him anyway. f reader.

“c’mere, sit down.”

your boyfriend, rin said as he tugged your hands gently as he led you to a bench. grabbing you by your shoulders to let you sit. dropping on his knees, dirtying his expensive pants that he had recently bought yesterday.

reo had invited the both of you to his party, something about a celebration of sorts for their recent victory.

though your boyfriend didn’t want to attend, with it being a pain for interrupting his time with you—his words not yours—a little convincing on your part did the job anyway.

the party was great and all, well you had expected it anyways. reo does have the knack for these kind of things, knowing he’s been doing this for as long as he can remember.

as the night goes on, you meet familiar faces, namely your boyfriend's teammates, who seemed to be overjoyed. you really had a great time, and you're pretty much sure rin did too.

(even if he was pretty much stuck by your side and if he was ever apart from you, his hands always seem to find it’s way to any expanse of your skin.) but soon enough the party just drained the life out of you. your dress sticking uncomfortably on your skin, the music just blasting in your ears, a headache pounding in your head.

and you really, really tried to stay for a little more—just out of courtesy, but rin noticed.

he always does.

finally, he thinks to himself.

a reason to bail out, he’s sure these losers can understand if the two of you leave early, he just can’t wait to come home and just have the night together all to yourselves.

and so he did, he gently dragged you towards the dooor out of reo’s house, taking your purse and phone as he whispered lowly in your ears.

“we’re leaving.”

“already? but what about reo?”

“he wouldn’t mind,” he interjects as he walks slowly beside you, your hand still laced with his. trudging as you try to navigate your way despite the alcohol taking its effect into your vision. as you open the door, the cold air of the night greets you, and it was rather nice.

you can finally breathe.

the still quietness of the city had quelled the storm in you, the dark lonely city offers its comfort to you. and you really like times like this, just this moment of the two of you alone with each other. hand in hand, aimlessly walking in the dead of the night. you turn to the man beside you, a small tired smile creeping up its way in your face.

now that you think of it, you don’t mind escaping everything if you could always have a moment like this with him.

“thank you for accompanying me tonight.” thank you for agreeing to you to come even though he doesn’t want to—is what translates to rin’s dictionary that was made for you.

rin looks at you briefly and looks away just as fast before responding.

“you don’t need to thank me, it’s nothing.”

noticing the tip of his ears all flare up as the color of a rose, you suppress the laugh in your chest as he plays it off as something as ‘nothing’. your boyfriend is totally like a cat who hates showing affection, sometimes you just want to kiss him.

you would’ve run or just go wild in the street just from the millions butterflies that flutter in your stomach if not for the incessant pain in your feet—your heels are killing you. it has been two hours since it’s been bothering you, trying to ignore it the whole time you were in the party.

not being able to keep up with his long strides despite his slow pace.

it’s definitely because of his long legs.

rin noticed once again, as always. which led you to this present moment of him kneeling down for you. his hands working on unclasping the straps of your heels, taking it in his hands as he stood back into his height.

he stares for a moment, tilting his head a little, that kind of reminds you like a cat.

suddenly, putting your phone in his pockets, taking off his jacket and tying it around your waist. taking you by surprise, but you let him do it anyways. turning around, his back facing you as he kneels once again.

this was a rather unusual gesture from your boyfriend, is he offering you a piggyback ride? you wonder what has gotten into him.

might as well savour this opportunity, don’t you think?

you got on his back, his hands coming around your thighs and his jacket acting as protection on your lower body. rin was warm, always been so cuddly and huggable. you lean into him, with a small smile hanging on your face.

“thank you, rin.”

he scoffs at that, “i told you, its nothing,” yet the heat that reaches the tip of his ears never gone away.

“i know,” you whispered. “but still, i had fun today and i really wanted to go out with you. you didn’t have to do all of this for me.”

you were met with silence, but you dont take any offense in it. because it’s just him—its just rin itoshi, it’s just the man you know of for years and have come to love.

“...we can always go out if you’d like,” he pauses. “and i did it, because i want to. don’t you ever forget that, idiot.”

you laughed at him once more.

“okay.” you promised, with a wide grin forming on your face, that rin can imagine even if he can’t see you from his back and it feels good.

everything was good when he’s with you.

◞♡ likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! i miss rin like crazy guys this draft is like from march last year lmfao

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Once Upon a Time - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

Retold fairytales featuring the JJK men! First up is Cinderella starring Gojo! You met Prince Gojo as a child and fell in love, but you’re sure he doesn’t remember you. When you’re forced to take your stepsister’s place as his “pleasure” for the evening, you’ll get your reunion, but it might not be what you hoped for.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Fairytale AU. Gojo as Prince Charming. Reader as Cinderella. Rough sex. Semi-public sex. Mentions of abuse by the wicked stepmother and stepsisters.

Any and all feedback would be appreciated so much! There will probably be three parts. Dividers by @benkeibear.

You took the carriage Geto had sent for you back home. This time, you wanted to get back as quickly as possible so you could change out of the dress before your stepmother gets home. 

You stand in your bedroom, folding the beautiful garment neatly and placing the gloves and crown beside it. You write out a short note and stick it into the folds of the dress. 

“To Lord Geto, thanks for letting me wear this lovely costume. I’m sorry I got bloodstains on it. Please forgive me for the trouble I’ve caused you.”

Then you pack up your few scant belongings, including the glass slippers and a few books, into a bag and wait in the kitchen. 

Less than an hour later, your stepmother and stepsisters arrive, laughing merrily as they walk inside. When they see you, they don’t seem to notice the bag at your feet, or the serious look on your face.

“Oh, Cinderella, listen,” one of your stepsisters says. “That Prince you like so much is getting married! They announced it at the ball! And just two days after he slept with you. You really must have been forgettable!”

Both girls laugh, but you don’t respond. At this point, you don’t even care what they say.

Their mother has an amused grin on her face. “He didn’t seem too happy about it though. He went up to the throne and argued with his father right in front of everyone. How  crass! It’s nice to know even royalty have their problems.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of him confronting his father publicly. But it’s no use now. You won’t let him sacrifice the life he’s built up just to be with you. He’s clearly an excellent ruler, and the kingdom is thriving. This is all important to him.

Eventually your stepmother seems to notice that something is wrong. You’re not scurrying to help them remove their shawls and slippers, instead standing completely still in the kitchen. 

“What is it? Did you break something while we were gone? Spit it out so I can give you your lashings!”

“No, stepmother. I’m leaving,” you say. 

Her face crinkles in confusion, as if she heard your words but they sounded like gibberish to her. “What did you say?”

You pick up the bag from the floor. “I’m leaving,” you repeat. “You can keep father’s estate. I don’t care anymore. You should know that Prince Gojo will probably visit in the morning. If Lord Geto is with him, please give him the items I left folded on my bed. He knows they should be here, so I don’t recommend hiding or selling them.”

“The Prince?! Why would he come here?” she sputters. 

Ignoring the question, you walk past her and her stunned daughters, heading for the door. She reaches out and grabs your arm. “You can’t just leave!”

You jerk your arm free. “Actually, I can. I should have the day I turned eighteen, but I was waiting for someone to rescue me from this hell you created for me. I realize now that’s never going to happen. Goodbye, stepmother.”

Then you walk out the door, closing it behind you. 

No one comes after you. They’re probably hurrying to your room to see if the items you left for Lord Geto include expensive glass slippers. 

You don’t know where to go, what to do, but you know you can’t stay here with these people any longer. They’ll destroy your spirit as well as your body if you do. 

With no money, your options are extremely limited. You thought of going to the old servants’ quarters, but that was still on your father’s estate. It probably wouldn’t take your stepmother long to check there. So you head into town. Maybe you’ll find someone willing to hire you as a servant. But for tonight, you’re on your own. 

A drop of water hits the top of your head, and you look up. Not a single star visible in the night sky. If it’s this cloudy, rain should be expected. As more drops begin to fall, you find yourself thinking “why not?”. You have terrible luck, and your life is in shambles. You hold the heavy bag over your head like a shield and run the rest of the way to town. 

*****************************

Despite the advice of, well, everyone, Gojo is in a carriage heading for Cinderella’s house. He got held up at the ball when he told his father he was not marrying Princess Yumi (who seemed somewhat relieved - she might even have someone she loves as well). An argument broke out, in front of all the guests. Something like that has never happened before, but Gojo is struggling to spare time to care. 

After much shouting, threatening, and insults, his father finally relented. Princess Yumi would go home in the morning. But Gojo’s father demanded to meet the woman who has captured his son’s heart, and made no promises about accepting her. 

It doesn’t really matter. Gojo plans to marry the girl of his dreams, regardless of his father’s approval. 

Geto sits across from him in the carriage, looking unbothered and serene as usual. 

“How long have you known where she lives?”

Gojo asks. 

“I had my suspicions when we visited two days ago, but I only confirmed it this afternoon.”

Gojo stares at his friend. “Did you know she was being abused?”

Geto shakes his head. “I guessed her stepmother didn’t treat her well, but I had no idea she was being beaten.”

Gojo’s hands are gripping his knees. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself when I’m face to face with that monstrous old woman. I need you to keep me calm.”

“I’ll certainly try,” Geto replies. 

When they finally reach Cinderella’s house, Gojo jumps down out of the carriage before it even stops rolling, hurrying to the door and pounding on it, ignoring the rain pouring down on his head. Geto comes up behind him as the door slowly creaks open. 

Standing in the doorway is that damned stepmother, looking surprised to see him. She hurries to step aside and let him in. “My Prince! Please come in out of the rain!”

Gojo storms in, his hair wet and hanging in his eyes. The woman’s daughters are standing nearby, still in their costumes from the ball. His eyes sweep over the room. “Where is she?” he demands. 

“Whoever do you mean, Your Highness?” the old woman asks. 

He rounds on her. “The girl you call Cinderella! I already know she lives here! Do not test my patience!”

The stepmother looks shocked for a moment, then says, “What has that awful girl done now? Is this about the glass shoes? I tried to make her tell me where they are, but she refused. She’s a stubborn one!”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” he roars. He can feel Geto’s presence behind him, close enough to reach out and touch him if need be. 

The two daughters flinch and shrink away. Gojo doesn’t know how involved they’ve been in the abuse, so he’s ignoring them for now. The stepmother’s bottom lip quivers as she answers: “She left, Your Highness. Less than an hour before you arrived.”

He narrows his eyes at her. “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know, Your Highness! Truly I don’t!”

Just then one of the daughters approaches Geto with a folded bundle of fabric in her arms. “She left this in her room, my Lord, with instructions to give it to you.”

Geto takes the offered items and glances at Gojo. “It’s the costume, and a note.”

“Does it say where she went?”

Geto shakes his head. “No, but I do have some ideas.”

The two of them turn to leave. The thought of his love shivering in the rain, her back covered in bloody wounds, makes Gojo sick with worry. He has to find her immediately. 

The stepmother calls out to him. “I hope you won’t hold my daughters and I responsible for that little parasite’s actions! We have nothing to do with her!”

Gojo feels something snap within him, and in seconds he has his sword drawn and pointed at the woman’s throat. “That ‘parasite’ is to be your new Princess! You will address her with the honor and respect she deserves! I will be dealing with you later.” 

The woman wilts to her knees, her two daughters too frozen in shock to even go to her side. 

Gojo hurries out and finds that Geto is not in the carriage, but walking ahead, toward an old building on the estate. He catches up with his advisor. 

“You think she’s in there?”

Geto keeps walking, seemingly paying no mind to the rain. “It’s worth looking. At one point she had the glass slippers hidden there.”

“How do you know that?”

Geto’s eyes slide over to his Prince. “I stand back and observe, Satoru. You should try it sometime.”

Gojo ignores the barb as they reach the building. It looks like an old servants’ quarters. The two of them search it top to bottom but find no hint of her presence. 

Back in the carriage, Gojo doesn’t know where to look next. He sits with his head in his hands. “You should have seen them, Suguru,” he says. “Those wounds… they need treatment!”

“And they will be treated. We’ll find her. Now, can you think of anywhere she might go? You probably know her better than anyone.”

Gojo wracks his brain, going over every conversation in his mind. She never mentioned any specific places. The only times he saw her were at the castle and the inn, and he doubts she would go to either place. The inn is somewhat expensive, and he can’t imagine her stepmother gave her any coin when she left. Still, he supposes they could check it to be sure. 

Wait… there is another place he met her, long ago. He looks up at Suguru. “I know a place to look!”

*************************

When the rain got too hard to bear, you had to find a quick place to take cover. Standing in the town square, soaked to the bone and carrying a bag with all your possessions, you instinctively headed for the place you went to for refuge as a child.

Now you find yourself huddling under the stone steps leading to the flower shop, just trying to keep from being soaked any further. Your back hurts, the rough wet fabric of your tattered dress rubbing it in an unpleasant way. You wish you had let Satoru have his doctors bandage it. 

As you sit there shivering, cold and wet and miserable, you try to convince yourself you made the right decision. Standing in front of your stepmother in the kitchen, you’d felt certain. But now, sitting here under some stairs, you don’t feel so sure. You didn’t know it was going to rain tonight. You didn’t realize the universe would be so quick to show you how alone and helpless you are. 

Tears fill your eyes. You rub them with both hands as your body shakes with sobs. You’ll try to be strong tomorrow. But for now, you just need to cry. 

“Hey there,” a voice says, and you look up to find Prince Gojo, soaking wet but grinning at you. “Wanna run away together?”

You blink, wiping your eyes. Is this real? How did he find you? 

“…Satoru?”

He holds out his hand to you, and you numbly take it. He gently pulls you to your feet, then leads you down the street and stops under an awning. 

You look up at him, trying to decide what to say. He sighs and turns to face you. “The way I figure, we have two options,” he says. “We can live in the castle and rule as a couple, deal with all the challenges together, or we can run away to a neighboring country and live as hermits. I’ll let you choose. Either way we’ll be together.”

“Your father will never accept me. The kingdom will never accept me,” you tell him, turning your face away. “You’ll marry a true Princess, to strengthen ties with another kingdom, and-“

“The kingdom is plenty strong right now,” he says. “Our relationships with our neighbors are good. And my father may be a stubborn old goat but he’s not stupid. He knows I’m the best ruler this kingdom has ever had. He’s not going to disinherit me because of who I marry.”

He’s still holding one of your hands in his. With his free hand he touches your face and turns it to make you look at him. “I’m not saying there won’t be problems. There will be judgmental nobles complaining and court ladies gossiping. And you will be the one bearing the brunt of their dissatisfaction. But I won’t let anyone hurt you or insult you. I’ll stand beside you and make sure everyone knows you’re the woman I chose, the woman I love. And we’ll deal with any problems that arise, together.”

You feel your tears overflowing again. “I… I don’t know what to do. I’m scared, Satoru! Every time I’ve ever gotten my hopes up, they’ve been shattered!”

His face looks pained. “I’m sorry. I wish I could have been there for you earlier, to protect you from everything that hurt you. All I can do is promise that I’ll make you happy from now on.”

With a surge of emotion, you wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself into his body. Even drenched from the rain, he’s warm. 

His hands rest on your upper arms. “It’s not fair,” he whispers. “I can’t hold you tightly without hurting your wounds.” Then he suddenly pulls back. “We have to get you to a doctor!”

“I don’t think it’s that serious,” you say, though you haven’t been able to look at them properly given their location. 

“It’s exactly that serious!” he says, now pulling you toward the royal carriage parked across the street. “I’m not losing you to an infection after waiting all these years for you!”

You blush a bit at those words, but nod. “Okay. I’ll let a doctor treat me.”

“Good,” he says, “because as soon as you’re healed up, we’ll have to discuss your punishment for disobeying a royal command.”

You blink. “What command?”

He looks back at you. “I told you to never disappear on me again.”

You find yourself smiling. “I apologize, My Prince. You might have to pound some sense into me.”

A grin spreads over his face. “I’ll pound something into you alright!”

You laugh as you climb into the carriage with him. 

The next several days go by in a blur, being seen and attended to by multiple royal doctors, meeting Gojo’s father who neither accepted nor rejected you yet, and being introduced during a royal speech as the Prince’s fiancé. 

After some tense conversations, the King finally announces that he’ll officially turn rulership of the kingdom over to his son. He will be King in name only until his death, but Gojo will hold the true power of the throne. 

And finally, once you’ve healed both physically and emotionally, and are ready to face your stepfamily, Gojo summons them to the castle. 

Both you and Gojo stand on the elevated dais in the throne room. Your own throne is currently being built to your specifications, so only Gojo’s sits behind the two of you as you look down at the three kneeling figures before you. 

Gojo wastes no time getting started. “The three of you are hereby stripped of your nobility, and are to leave the estate you currently live in. Ownership shall pass to the rightful heir, my wife.”

Your stepmother looks up in shock. “Leave? But the estate belongs to me, Your Highness! My husband left it to me in his will!”

“Actually,” Gojo says, “I obtained a copy of the will and read it. You were given ownership of the estate under the condition that you take care of his daughter.”

Your stepmother glances at you, then back to the Prince. “I did take care of her, Your Highness! I kept her clothed and fed all these years!”

Gojo seems to grow tense beside you. He looks at you, as if asking if you wish to speak, but you nod for him to say what he pleases. 

He glares at the old woman. “You kept her clothed in rags while your daughters wore finery. You fed her scraps from the meals she slaved away cooking herself. You did the absolute barest minimum to keep her alive, and then profited from her labor. Worst of all, you beat her with a rod! Abuse is against the law in this kingdom!”

“My Prince, you don’t understand!” she cries desperately. “That girl is a liar! A manipulator! She has poisoned your mind!”

Gojo’s eyes flash with anger, a rage so intense that it even frightens you, his beloved. “You dare insult your Princess? You should know that the only reason the three of you still have your heads is because of my wife’s endless grace and mercy.”

All three of them look on with terrified faces, your stepsisters wisely remaining silent while your stepmother sputters indignantly. 

Then your husband turns to you. “Pass down their sentence, Your Highness.”

Three sets of wide eyes shift to you as you speak. “You are all hereby sentenced to hard labor in the work camp at the outer edge of the kingdom. Five years for my stepsisters, ten for my stepmother.”

Your stepmother hangs her head, having finally given up the fight. But your stepsisters take their turn to plead. 

“We never hit you!” one of them cries. 

“Why should we be punished?!” the other yells. 

Prince Gojo regards them coldly. “I will revoke your sentences if either one of you can tell me one kind thing you’ve ever done for your stepsister.”

The two of them look at each other, then one of them begins wailing and clutching her mother while the other glares angrily at the royal couple. Gojo signals for the guards to drag them away. 

You stand there for a moment, examining your feelings. To your surprise, you don’t feel anything for the women. Your heart is so full of love and joy that you no longer have room for hate or anger. But Gojo had insisted on punishing the people who hurt you. He stands beside you and takes your hand in his, raising it to his mouth to kiss it, and you feel only happiness. 

******************************

Gojo is tired and irritated. The ceremony to officially transfer power to him took several boring hours, and he was forced to wear the traditional Robes of the Ruler for the duration. They look ridiculous on him, he thinks, but certain traditions must be upheld. 

He stands in the empty throne room, behind his official throne, leaning over the back of it. The only other person in the room is his fiancé, who looks lovely as usual in her shimmering gown. She’s even wearing the glass slippers in celebration. 

The royal wedding is two weeks away, and the ballroom is already crawling with decorators and cooks and musicians, all planning things out. 

“Ugh, I can’t wait to take off these stupid robes,” he says. 

“I think you look good in them,” she says, stepping closer and rubbing his back. She really is a treasure. 

“I do?” he asks playfully. “Then maybe I’ll start wearing them to bed.”

She laughs. “I’m not sure how comfortable they would be, but do as you please.”

He turns to face her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “These stuffy old robes getting you excited?” he jokes, then his eyes slide over to the throne. He lowers his voice and leans in close. “Wanna fuck on my throne?”

She blushes, but smiles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Gojo takes a moment to summon a guard and tell him no one is allowed into the throne room, then tells him to wait outside and guard the door. His Princess looks embarrassed. “He knows what we’re doing.”

“Who cares? We’re in love. We’re supposed to be fucking each other’s brains out at every opportunity,” he tells her. 

Gojo helps her remove the heavy dress, leaving her in the thin, nearly sheer slip. She starts to step out of the glass shoes, but he grins and says, “Leave them on.”

She raises her eyebrows, but doesn’t question the request. She’s growing accustomed to his perversions. When he sits down on the throne and tries to pull her into his lap, she draws back, refusing with a mischievous smile. Then she lowers herself to her knees before the throne and lifts up his robes from the bottom, crawling under them. 

He feels his heartbeat quicken as she disappears beneath the fabric, only the shiny glass slippers sticking out. He feels her tugging at the thin pants he’s wearing, pulling them down enough to free his cock. Feeling but not seeing her actions is more thrilling than he expected as her soft hands stroke him. They move expertly from tip to base, then slip beneath to lightly squeeze his balls. He holds back a groan, his breaths nearly stopping when he feels her warm mouth encircle him. Her tongue teases his tip, her lips pursing around his shaft. 

“Ah, fuck, you’re amazing,” he says, his hands gripping the arm rests of his throne as she moves her head forward, practically swallowing him. He wishes he could see her face. There’s nothing hotter than looking into his beloved’s eyes as she sucks him off, but not seeing is making the physical sensations stronger. He squirms a bit in the chair, getting close to release faster than he’d like. 

Then, suddenly, the door opens. “Shit fuck!” Gojo mutters, looking up sharply and wondering who the hell the guard let in. 

Suguru strides into the throne room, smiling faintly. “The guard was acting strangely,” he’s saying as he approaches. “He didn’t want to let me in.”

Gojo feels his face getting red, feels his fiancé go still between his thighs. The poor thing, she’s probably mortified! 

“Uh, what do you need, Suguru?”

His advisor is looking at some documents in his hands. “I thought we could discuss the budget for the wedding. The decorators are asking for more funds.”

Gojo feels her mouth wrap around him again, and he chokes back a gasp. What is she doing?! Her tongue circles him, her hands squeezing, and he has to fight to keep from cumming while his friend is five feet away. 

“Any chance we could do that later?” he asks, his voice nearly breaking. 

Suguru looks up from the documents, his eyes sliding downward. He clearly notices the human-shaped lump beneath Gojo’s robes, and the glass slippers sticking out. The guy doesn’t even blush. He simply clears his throat and says, “I apologize. I didn’t realize you were indisposed. We’ll discuss this at a more convenient time.”

Then, Suguru swiftly walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

Gojo sighs in relief, but he’s jolted back to attention when he feels her throat tighten around him. Then she’s bobbing her head, fucking him with her sweet mouth, and it only takes a few more minutes for him to cum. 

He pulls the robes up and looks down at the love of his life. She’s licking her lips, then opens her mouth to show him the pool of sticky cum inside, nestled in the dip of her tongue. Fuck, he loves cumming in her mouth, loves watching her savor it so carefully. After she finally swallows it, she gets to her feet and stands there in her flimsy slip, looking as if she’s just begging to be ravished. 

“I can’t believe you kept going when Suguru came in,” he says. 

“There was no hiding at that point,” she tells him. “I thought it might be fun to hear how you would react.”

Her takes her arm and jerks her into his lap. “You little minx! You’re going to ruin me!”

She giggles as his hands move under her slip, one squeezing her soft breasts while the other slides down between her legs. She’s already so wet, her inner thighs slippery. Feeling her arousal is making him hard again. 

His fingers part her slick folds and find her clit, rubbing it gently at first to get her worked up. He loves how sensitive she is, how strongly she reacts to anything he does to the cute little nub. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her face to his collar bone and whimpering as his fingers move more aggressively. When he gives her a pinch, she whines and jerks, gasping for breath as he applies more pressure. 

He pinches a nipple at the same time, making her cry out. Then he lowers his voice and says, “Ride my cock, Princess. That’s a royal command.”

She’s shaking as she shifts in his lap, trying to get into a better position. “Y-yes, Your Highness.”

This is the only time he doesn’t mind her calling him that, when they’re in moments like these. 

She starts to carefully pull the slip up, but he suddenly jerks it over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her completely bare aside from the slippers. He’s learned by now that she gets turned on when he’s a little rough with her, a little domineering.

When she starts to ease herself down into his cock, he puts his hands on her hips and pulls her all the way down, making her hiss as she stretches around him. Then, she begins moving, and he feels like he’s reached heaven. 

She’s clenching so tight, her trembling hands on his shoulders, soft moans spilling from her lips, and he feels like he could die happy in this moment. 

*****************************

You don’t know how long you ride your fiancé’s cock, tossing your head back, feeling every inch of him inside you. It feels like forever, but only a moment at the same time. You can’t get enough of him. 

Suddenly he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close. “I love you so much,” he whispers in your ear. 

Your hand flies to his hair, your fingers entwining with the silky white strands. “I love you too, Satoru!”

There on his royal throne, he pushes further up into you and releases his seed, holding you in place until he’s empty. You gladly accept it, ready to bear his royal heir. 

You stay there for a long while, locked in his arms. You hear his voice, quiet and soft, say, “I’m still afraid you’ll disappear again.”

You kiss the side of his face. “Never. Besides, there’s a red string of fate binding us together, right?”

He looks up at you and smiles, the same radiant smile he wore as a child. You smile back, realizing that you would now live happily ever after. 

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CW: Smut, degradation a little bit, p in v sex, unprotected sex WC: 1000

Thinking abt boyfriend! Seungmin with this lip piercing...

Sitting next to your boyfriend on the couch, you couldn't help but be affected by his appearance. Your boyfriend is usually very modest in his appearance, so when he came home from his photoshoot today you weren't expecting his outfit. His sleeves rolled up showed off his arms, muscular and bulkier thanks to his recent time spent at the gym, and the smoky eye makeup applied by the stylists added to his sexy, edgy appearance. The centerpiece of the outfit though was the lip ring, silver double-hooped and accentuating his beautiful pink lips.

"You're staring," he points out.

"Huh?" "You invited me over to watch a movie together after the shoot, but you're staring at me, bubs. I'd almost think you like me or something," he jokes. Your face heats up. "I do like you. I love you, even. So let me stare," you say, moving closer. His hand snakes around your waist and you stare into his eyes, your gaze flitting between his eyes and his piercing.

"I wanna ride you," you confess suddenly. Seungmin blinks at you once, twice, before breaking out into a grin.

"What's gotten into you? You're feral," he laughs.

"Nothing! Can I not appreciate how good-looking my boyfriend is?" you ask, moving over to straddle his lap. You wrap your arms around him, unable to help yourself when your gaze flits down to the lip ring again.

"Is it the lip ring? Seriously? Is that what has you so riled up?" he teases, grabbing your waist and pushing you closer to him so you're flush against his bulge.

"I'm not riled up," you say, but it's breathy and his grin tells you he knows you're lying.

"Oh yeah? So I shouldn't do this?" He rolls his hips up into yours, pushing you into him to make sure you feel his bulge against your clothed core.

You whimper, face hot as you look away so as to not be exposed at how affected you really are. His fingers grab your chin instantly, pulling your face hard to make sure you're looking right at him.

"Don't look away," he coos. "Thought you wanted to appreciate how good-looking I am? No?" You nod your head enthusiastically. "Then look," he demands.

His hands pull your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely exposed to him. His fingers tug and pull at your nipples just the way you like, as he's spent years getting to know your body and your reactions for moments like this, where he can get you to fall apart for him in mere seconds. You can't help but instinctually grind your hips against him, trying to get any stimulation that you can.

You do as you're told and don't look away from him. You watch your boyfriend's stoic expression, completely focused on your body with dark eyes.

"I bet you're so wet right now, aren't you bubs?" Teary-eyed from frustration, you can't do anything but nod your head. "Think you can cum just like this? I don't even have to touch you, do I baby?"

Your movements get faster, more frantic in response. You're sure he's right, you probably could cum just like this, but when his hands move to your hips to still you you whine.

"Poor thing," he coos. "Were you close?"

"Please, please, please please pleasepleaseplease Seung--"

He shushes you, fingers moving up to grip your hair right at your scalp and pulling just hard enough to silence you, a breathy gasp releasing from your lips.

"It's okay baby. Weren't you saying you wanted to ride me, hmm? Be good for me and cum on my cock instead, okay?"

You're standing now on trembling legs, moving frantic to help your boyfriend get his pants off of his body. He chuckles condescendingly at your actions.

You can't get back into his lap fast enough, and he lifts you up by your waist to line up his cock with your entrance. Just his tip pushes in and you can't help the tears that start escaping from your eyes. He waits until you take a deep breath, preparing yourself until he pushes you down on top of him, now completely full of him.

His hands come back and rest behind his head, as if to say, 'it's your turn.' So you lift your hips, still shaky and start riding him just as you said you would. You start off slow, just to get used to him, but as you start gaining momentum again your ride him in earnest, wet and messy and fast just the way you both like it. You can only hear your own breathing and the sound of your thighs slapping together, and it doesn't take long for your high to approach once again.

He looks at you, lips slightly parted and eyes glazed over, and you see it again, that shiny silver fucking lip ring, and despite yourself and your need to see his face your lips are crashing against his, desperate and hungry. The ring is cold against your own lips but you can't find it in yourself to care, tongue pushing into his mouth eagerly.

Your hips start to stutter as your orgasm crashes over you, and though your mouth never separates from his you're breathing heavy into him, open mouths against one another as a squeak falls from your throat.

He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so he can piston into you, fucking you through your orgasm. His head falls back as you pulse around him, and his hips snap into yours harder, harder, and you can tell he's close now too.

You clench around him purposefully, and that's enough for his orgasm to crash over him just as hard, his own hips stilling as he spills into you.

You hunch over, finally, the two of you catching your breath. When you look at him again, a sheen of sweat coating both of your features, his hand comes to brush away a stray piece of hair stuck to your forehead.

"Never take that piecing out. Never," you tell him. His lips press into yours once more.

"Never," he agrees.

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a/n: yeah so that's my reaction to the new pics... i'm not okay

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Loser Ellie again, this is my fixation now. Pt two to my previous post about Ellie living in the apartment below you.

It was usually quiet in Ellie's apartment so she could strain to hear what you were doing in your apartment above her. Footsteps, water running, and the soft hum of voices was all she was getting, so Ellie had to savor those moments passing you in the stairwell. The buzzing of what she assumed was your vibrator hadn't rumbled through your floor and her ceiling for almost a week, and Ellie was getting antsy.

Friday night, Ellie had come home from a night at Jesse's cross-faded off cheap weed and even cheaper beer. Her door clicked behind her and she ambled to the kitchen to satisfy her munchies. On the hunt for something crunchy and salty, she hears a noise. Giggling and stumbling steps can be heard from the stairwell. The uneven "click clack" of your heels and your sweet voice passed by her doorway. Another woman's voice was with you, but she couldn't recognize it. When the top step to the second floor creaked, Ellie took the opportunity to look through her door's peephole. Through a fish-eye view, Ellie could see you round the stairwell. You're stumbling, holding onto the bicep of the hulking woman beside you with a big smile and starry eyes gazing at your company. As you climb the next stairwell to your floor, Ellie lets out a sigh. She didn't miss the brute's hand on the small of your back trailing to cup your ass as she guided you.

She could only hope you were just friends, but the way the other woman had held onto you and the way you looked at her said something different. Maybe she was there for a drink? Coffee? Just to get you home safe maybe? Ellie had a bad feeling, but she couldn't pull herself away. She heard your light steps and the other woman's heavy steps move toward the bedroom, so Ellie trailed behind. Like she had done countless times before, Ellie pulled her shorts and boxers down her thighs.

You climbed onto your creaking bed frame and Ellie swears she had never heard you this loud through the drywall. You cried out in rhythm with the squeaks of the bedframe and the knocking of the headboard to the wall. Though muffled, Ellie could hear your "Ngh, ungh! Ah! AH! FUUck!" as your pussy was pounded. Ellie felt the burn of jealousy at how well the woman was treating you, but couldn't help to get off to the way you cried and screamed. Tears ran down her face and her teeth gritted to quiet her own moans. She needed to hear you come, and could only hope the bitch you had brought home could get you there.

All the sudden, your moans stopped. Snapping her eyes open, Ellie's eyes locked on the ceiling with her brows furrowed. She panted for a second until a familiar sound came through. The buzzing of the wand could barely be heard through your moans, but Ellie could hardly bring herself to care as your moans raised in volume and pitch. She couldn't see, but her imagination took over as she could envision your bouncing tits, your jaw dropped open, and a cock-drunk look on your face.

Ellie got just what she wanted, but it was bittersweet as you called out the mystery woman's name with your orgasm. "Abby, Abby I'm coming ohmyfuckinggod I'm gonna come. Oh fuck fuck fuck please don'tstopdon'tstopdon't stop," and then a long and drawn out grown spilled from your lips as you came. But that wasn't the end. "Wait, fuuuUck. I'm too sensitive Abby please. Just a second fuck." Ellie knew if she were the one fucking you she wouldn't stop until you squirted in her open mouth. In the aftermath, Ellie took the time and effort to clean herself up before passing out in bed. She hoped you would sleepwell. As she drifted off, she heard the heavy steps leave your apartment and the creak of the second floor step on her way downstairs. She worried about you being alone after such a rough session, but she slept better knowing that this "Abby" wasn't sleeping next to you.

[lvdr-haze]

SEE YOU TOMORROW !

help this fic is so bad but you wanted me to post it so here it is !!

i mostly imagined young Joost (ytb era) while writing this but feel free to imagine nowadays Joost

tw: alcohol

pure fluff !!

1 118 words

You just moved to Amsterdam and felt really good in this place even though you found it hard to learn Dutch.

You found a little job in a bakery in the center of the city. It was really nice; people were always so sweet, the ambiance of the bakery was always good, and you had a great relationship with your coworkers.

Joost and his friend Stuntje were regular customers. They came every morning to get their coffee and a little something to nibble on to start their day. You found them very cute, always patient and smiling.

However, over the weeks, you noticed that Joost never ordered for himself; Stuntje always did it for him. You also noticed that when Joost greeted you or talked with his friend, he spoke in a very low, barely audible tone. You thought it was a bit strange, but he must just be shy.

One day, after a long day at work, your friend Eli suggested going out for a drink in a city bar to have some fun, and you accepted.

Once you were ready, you went to join your friend and headed to the bar.

When you arrived, you ordered your drinks and sat outside on the terrace. It was a warm day.

As you sat down, you heard a voice say, "Hey Joost, look, it's the girl from the bakery! You should go talk to her; it's your chance!" You looked over to their table and saw Stuntje and Joost. The blonde looked really embarrassed and barely dared to look at you. You waved to them before resuming your conversation with Eli.

The evening continued, and you had drank a bit as did Joost, who was now approaching you. You smiled at him as he handed you his phone and asked in a soft, low voice, "Could I have your Insta?"

You nodded, still smiling. "Sure!"

You typed in your Instagram handle and handed back his phone before he left the bar to go home. A few minutes later, his friend Stuntje came over to talk to you about Joost.

"I was the one who pushed him to ask for your Insta. You know, Joost is really reserved... He'll probably explain why when the time comes, but in any case, don't hesitate to start the conversation; I'm afraid he won't do it himself."

You thanked Stuntje for his explanation before he also went home, and you didn't wait long to do the same as it was getting late.

Once you were home, showered, and in your pajamas, you slipped into bed and decided to send Joost a message.

@y/nusername

Hey Joost! I hope you got home safe :)

He replied almost immediately, which surprised you but was also very sweet.

@joostklein

I got home safe, thank you! I'm really sorry for asking for your Insta like that earlier... Did it bother you? Did you find it awkward?

@y/nusername

Don't apologize, it was adorable. Please don't ever hesitate to talk to me; you seem so sweet

That night, you talked with Joost for several hours before falling asleep.

The next day at work, Joost greeted you with a bit more ease, but he still wasn't completely comfortable. You wondered what he was afraid of, why he was so anxious about opening up to the world, but after all, it wasn't really your business.

Several days passed. You talked a lot with Joost on social media but almost never in real life. However, you were getting very attached to him; he was very sweet, funny, cute, and respectful.

@joostklein

Hey y/n!! I'm having a little party at my place and I'd like to know if you'd like to come?

You smiled at the notification and replied immediately. You had the day off tomorrow, so you could afford this outing.

@y/nusername

Yeah, of course!! I wouldn't miss it!

He gave you the time and address, and you started getting ready. You didn't know why, but you felt the need to look nice; you wanted him to find you beautiful.

When you arrived, you were greeted by Joost, who immediately complimented your outfit timidly, making you blush before you did the same for him. He let you in and introduced you to his friends before offering you a drink. You said you'd have a beer and followed him to the kitchen to get your drink.

He didn't really dare to talk; he was very stressed, which you could see from his demeanor.

"Hey Joost, everything's fine, no need to be stressed, everything is chill! I'm really happy you invited me, thank you!"

He looked at you with bright eyes before smiling, revealing his dimples, which made your heart beat a little faster. He handed you your beer.

"Thanks for reassuring me... and thanks for coming..."

You both went to the living room to join Joost's friends. The evening was very nice; everyone had a bit to drink, and Joost seemed less shy.

While you were in the garden to get some fresh air, someone sat next to you. It was Joost. You smiled at him before asking how he was feeling.

"I feel good... I'm glad you're here..."

When he talked to you, he never looked you in the eyes. You finally gathered the courage to ask, "Tell me... why are you so shy about talking or interacting in public?"

You saw his expression change; he seemed a bit sadder. You felt bad for asking the question and were about to apologize, but Joost interrupted you.

"I was bullied in school for who I was. I never had many friends... and then, um... my parents passed away, so I closed myself off a lot... I've always been alone... I... I don't really know how to handle it... Sorry if it's annoying."

You felt your heart tighten, and you hugged him, apologizing and telling him how much he deserved better.

"You're an amazing person, Joost, never doubt yourself!"

It was getting late, and you decided to leave. Joost walked you to the door, and you thanked him for hosting.

"No problem... And also, I wanted to know if, um... you know, maybe you'd like to go out tomorrow? I mean, you don't have to, of course, and, um... feel free to say no."

"I'd love to! Thanks again for tonight."

You turned to leave but then turned back, took Joost's face in your hands, and kissed him with all the tenderness in the world. He was very surprised at first but couldn't help but kiss you back. When the kiss ended, Joost looked at you with bright eyes, a smile on his lips, and red cheeks.

"See you tomorrow!"

You said before leaving.

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guys should I write a part two a little better ?

[dollvrse]

time and space. ⎯ chapter three

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ in which you take taesan, a black cat hybrid, in to live with you.

content: hybrid!taesan, fem!reader, taesan is warming up to y/n!!! warnings (for this chapter): none! word count: 1.7K a/n: thank you for waiting for me on this <3 i kind of wrote this on a whim but i hope it's good! not proofread ... if i go down i'm doing it raw! enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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“Let’s share,” you tell him, your eyes following his tall, brooding figure as he sat next to you, on the opposite end of the table. You smile at him again, letting out a content, soft sigh when you see the corners of Taesan’s lips curl up into the tiniest of smiles.  

You felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest. He spoke! To you! He’s sitting there, next to you! You could barely hide the giddy smile that was threatening to spread through your whole face. It was silent, for the most part - apart from the sound of the movie playing, and the light munching sounds as you and Taesan shared the plate of meat. 

Taesan’s ears flicked at every little sound, especially the ones that came from you. The way you hummed softly at every pivotal moment in the film, to how you gasped at particularly dramatic parts. Taesan was glancing at you every other minute, observing you. His tail curled behind him, swishing against the floor quietly every now and then. They say house cats mimic their human’s behaviour - and it was evident that Taesan was picking up on your every move. You weren’t a messy eater, and you didn’t rush to finish your food either. Taesan observes the way you handle your chopsticks, and he finds himself holding his own the way you do too. 

“You know,” you say softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “I was in middle school when this movie came out, and I swore that one day I’d have a huge wedding like Jane too,” Taesan is looking at you, his usually piercing gaze now something warmer and gentler, listening to you so attentively. “But now, I’m like, how does someone even know that many people to become all their bridesmaids in the first place?” you spoke with your gaze glued to the TV screen, so you couldn’t see the way Taesan’s lips curled into a tiny smile at your commentary. 

The movie ends, and the plate of jeyukbokkeum is all clean too. You turn off the TV, a soft sigh leaving your lips, before turning to Taesan. He’s inched closer to you throughout the movie, though he’s still a couple feet away from you. He meets your gaze, his warm, feline eyes looking at you like he’s waiting for what you want to do next. 

“Shall I make us some warm tea before bed?” you ask softly, a gentle smile tugging on your lips when you see Taesan’s ears perk up, his tail flicking around softly. You take that as a yes, so you stand up, stretching your legs, before going to the kitchen to clean up after your supper, and make two mugs of nice, warm tea. “You can keep the TV on if there’s anything else you want to watch, Taesan,” you call out softly from the kitchen. 

Taesan doesn’t move from where he’s sitting. He can see your figure moving around the kitchen quietly, and he finds himself taking slower blinks, again wondering to himself if you’ll just disappear the next time he opens his eyes. You don’t, and Taesan’s feet move faster than his mind can process it. He stands a couple feet behind you in the kitchen, quiet and observant. You smile softly when you realise he’s there, watching how you handled the electric kettle - the sight of two mugs on the kitchen counter, waiting to be filled with tea, makes a gentle, thrumming warmth blossom in Taesan’s chest. 

“Any preference for tea? I have chamomile, green and earl grey,” you ask him, and he seems to think for a moment, before meeting your gaze expectantly. “I like chamomile,” you tell him softly, and his ears perk up again. He nods, as if to say then I’ll have that too. You couldn’t hide the smile that grows on your face. Just a week ago, Taesan refused to move from his little hiding spot in his room, but now he’s here, and you’re making tea to share. 

You made quick work of the mugs of tea, setting them down on the kitchen counter. You push Taesan’s mug towards him, watching as he seems to study the beverage for a moment, before gingerly picking it up with both hands. You sip on your tea, and Taesan mirrors your movements. It makes you chuckle softly, your heart melting when Taesan lets out a light huff through his nose too. 

“Are you gonna try the duvet set tonight?” you ask softly, looking up at him after taking a gulp of your tea. Taesan’s ears flick again, clearly intrigued - he didn’t think you noticed that he hasn’t slept in your - his - bed since the first day he got here. You pay attention to him. The mere thought of it makes his heart do something he can’t quite place. He doesn’t answer, not that you were expecting him to. But he does nod a little, which makes yet another smile grow on your face. “It’s your room, Taesan… you can let yourself get comfortable, okay?” you smile warmly at him. 

Taesan doesn’t know what the feeling in his chest was. Was it the feeling of the warm tea going down as he drank, or was it the sheer warmth of your smile, your words, of you? His ears droop slightly, but not out of fear or anxiety. He feels himself relax, like his instinct of constantly being on alert was slowly melting away. His tail moves slowly behind him, the silky black fur rubbing against the surface of the counter softly. 

After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, Taesan sets his mug down on the counter, moving so carefully so as to not make too much noise with the glass. You wordlessly pick it up, heading to the sink to clean up - that’s when you feel a tall, warm, distinctly cat-like presence loom over you from behind. 

“You wanna wash your own cup?” you ask softly, turning to see the feline boy standing behind you, peeking over your shoulder. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his behaviour so endearing. It was like he was just there, watching you, learning you. His eyes widen slightly at your question, but he nods shortly after. 

He wants to know how you clean. Taesan finds himself thinking as he watches you rinse your glass, scrubbing it softly with a bright yellow sponge. He wants to know, so he can help. When you’re done cleaning your own cup, Taesan quietly cleans his at the sink, again, mirroring your movements exactly. He finds himself turning to you after rinsing his glass a second time, like he wants to see if you were satisfied with how he did it. Taesan himself couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged on his lips when you nodded at him, telling him that he cleans up well. 

Taesan tails behind you after everything is clean and put back where they should be, lingering around the doorway of his room as you head towards yours. You look at him curiously. “Are you not sleepy yet?” you ask, to which he shakes his head quietly. His ears are flicking at top speed, his tail curling around his leg, and he looks like he’s thinking - like he wants something. You tilt your head, not quite grasping what he wants from his body language alone. 

“Duvet,” your eyes widen slightly when Taesan speaks softly, and then you get it. 

“You want to use it? Have you… have you ever had your own duvet before?” you ask softly, stepping closer. Taesan lets you, no longer recoiling or making himself small when you’re within reach of him. He nods at your question, prompting a warm, thin lipped smile on your face. “Okay,” you say softly, “I’ll help you with it.” 

He moves aside just a bit, enough to let you move past him, going into his room. You make a beeline for his closet, sliding the door open, hauling out the folded duvet. Taesan watches. The duvet is thick, much thicker than the measly blanket he had at the lab, or at the shelter. He watches as you throw it over his bed, the soft fabric landing on the mattress with a light thump. 

“There,” you say with a soft huff after straightening the duvet out on his bed, leaving a corner folded up for him to get under it later. “Nice and warm,” you smile, and Taesan thinks to himself, yeah, like you. He stares at the bed for a moment, before his gaze falls back onto you. You walk out of his room, letting him get comfortable. “Goodnight, Taesan,” you say softly, watching from the doorway as he climbed into his bed, under the thick duvet. He all but sinks into the mattress, his hair and fluffy ears sticking out as he laid his head on his pillow. It makes you smile even more as you flick his bedroom light off, before heading off to your own room. 

Taesan lays perfectly still in bed, he doesn’t know how long for, but it feels long. His mind is racing with thoughts, most of which involved you. You were right, the duvet was nice and warm. It’s probably the comfiest thing he’s ever laid on. His ears perk up again, picking up on the soft sounds of your sheets rustling, all the way from your room, and he can only assume that you’re tossing and turning, waiting to fall asleep properly. He’s been lulled asleep to the sound of you tossing and turning before, only now he’s even more comfortable than before. This duvet is so comfortable, he thinks. You’re so comfortable, he thinks. 

Taesan lets his eyes fall closed, no longer hearing the rustling of your sheets from your room either. He pulls the duvet up to his chin, cocooning himself in the warmth and the comfort of the fabric. For the first time in a long time, he sleeps soundly, images of your warm, comforting smile flashing in his mind, even in his dreams. 

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