#but again. fuck it. leave me and their beautiful moles alone

[ladyinthebluebox]

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

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You banged on the door of the room where that man was locked up, waking him up abruptly.

"Let's talk"

Jimmy: "I thought visiting hours were over."

He complained, turning around to turn his back to the door.

"Don't try to be funny with me, Jimmy. What the hell did we do to deserve so much hate from you?"

Jimmy: "Don't play innocent, you know very well what you did!"

"Honestly, I have no idea! That's why I'm asking you!"

Jimmy: "Of course, because I was always the shadow of your dear husband. You never turned to look at me again after you got with him, you never smiled at me like you did with him, you didn't even speak to me. It was as if I were invisible to you!"

"Oh, of course I was looking at you!"

Jimmy: "Then why didn't you ever tell me anything?!"

He shouted that, getting up from his bed to head towards the glass that separated them, watching your face to see you when you replied.

"BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!"

You screamed with all your lungs, to the point of making your throat hurt.

"You always brought trouble to Curly! He was always so naive, a sucker for approval, of being the good guy in the story, of not letting anyone down! That's why he never abandoned you! I knew better that's why i stopped talking with you! Because you were and are a piece of shit!" 

Jimmy: "Oh, but you talk as if I were the only fucked up one in the story."

"Yes! I admit it! I was also a mess when I met Curly, but I did something, I was able to see beyond that mess I was, he showed me that I could improve, he gave me opportunities that I knew how to take advantage of and become a better person! In someone who could make his mother proud instead of making her cry because she didn't know if he was coming home or not!"

There was a silence when you finished saying that, until you saw him smirk, that reaction you didn't like at all.

Jimmy: "You're right, Curly loves to please, you should know that very well."

"Ugh, for the love of God, I don't know why I try to reason with you, it's impossible."

Jimmy: "But you were the only one who refused to give in to make me happy."

You opened your eyes wide upon hearing that, turning again to the man who still wore that smug smile.

Jimmy: "Just as beautiful and messed up as I am, I thought you would understand me, but then you became a good girl, yet I still hoped you would look at me..."

"Shut up-"

Jimmy: "Oh, and the damn way Curly talked about you, how incredible you are, so kind, hardworking, so beautiful."

"I tell you to shut up-"

Jimmy: "Those lovely moles in the center of your chest that look like a constellation"

"He wouldn't talk about those things with you!"

Jimmy: "I saw it myself"

You felt like you were going to puke at that moment, you didn't want to believe that he had really done something like that to you while you were unconscious, you didn't want your suspicions to be confirmed, you refused to believe it.

"Liar. Anya wouldn't leave me alone, she would lock the nursery door-" 

Jimmy: "Yes, yes, she did that, it was a pain in the ass. Every night when she went to sleep, she locked the nursery with that code that only Curly and she knew... But that place wasn't closed while someone was inside."

"She wouldn't let you get close to me!"

Jimmy: "They were so sweet, Anya staying by your side saying she had to make sure all your signs were okay, and when she left, she would ask Swansea if he could keep an eye on you. But he was so depressed that he didn't dare to stay with you for long, so... I took his place to make sure you were okay."

"In front of Curly..."

You murmured at having to imagine the scene your husband had to witness without being able to do anything about it other than watch.

Jimmy: "That was the funniest thing"

You hugged tightly, feeling a horrible tingling all over your body, as if you were dirty.

Jimmy: "Swansea had no idea about anything, Anya didn't want to talk about it with anyone else. Thanks to her silence, I was able to finally look at that body that you always hide from me, thanks to Swansea's stupidity and feeling sad for his little captain, feeling all guilty and shit."

Swansea: "What did he just say..." 

You turned to see Swansea at the end of the hallway, carrying Jimmy's rations, holding an axe firmly in the other hand; he had managed to hear everything.

"Swansea-"

Swansea: "Open the door, captain"

"Listen - it's not worth it, do you have any idea what they'll do to you if they find out you hurt someone from the crew? Please, I don't want them to lock you up." 

You said immediately, positioning yourself in front of him, trying to get him to see you, but his eyes were glued to the door where he could see Jimmy's face.

Swansea: "How are they going to know? Let's say it was an accident. Open the door!"

You wanted to keep reasoning with him, but you couldn't deny that you also wished he would face consequences for his actions.

You took the axe from his hands, making him look at you annoyed.

"I won't take the risk of you killing him."

Those were your last words before opening the door, Swansea didn't take much more than a few seconds to fully open the door, step inside, and throw himself at Jimmy.

You could hear the sound of the blows, the insults, and the screams.

You stood at the door wide open, axe in hand, watching as the blood spread across the floor with each blow Swansea dealt.

You watched Jimmy and tilted your head, waiting for him to defend himself.

You wouldn't hesitate to cut off his hands if he touched Swansea.

[aliwritex]

PRIVATE SHOW op81

summary: your boyfriend finds some of your toys.

warnings: 18+, pinv, sex toys, breeding kink(?) voyeurism.

wc: 2.2k

F1MASTERLIST

“Oscar” you called from your bathroom “Can you get me some underwear?”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes from your bed, he had finally fallen asleep “You come get it”

“But it’s freezing in there”

He got up reluctantly walking over to your dresser and opening the first drawer. He took the first pair he saw but it was slightly twisted in something, when he pulled it apart he realized it was a bunny vibrator. His hands stopped for a second, entire body going hot before they wondered around the drawer and found another silicone toy but he could not figure out what it was for.

“Oscar!” you called again, deciding he was taking too long.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, here” he excused, closing the drawer quickly and handing you the underwear.

For the rest of the night Oscar was acting strangely, the fact that you had those really shook him. Was he not enough for you? No, that’s stupid, that couldn’t be it. Maybe you were just spending too much time alone. Or maybe-

“Oscar, baby,” you called, pulling him out of his own mind by cupping his face in both hands “what’s wrong?” he just shook his head from side to side. “no, i think there is something wrong. You have been staring at the wall for a while now. Tell me please.”

“I saw… hum, I saw your, hum, toys?”

“Toys?” you asked but quickly realized his gaze had shifted to the top drawer on your dresser, were you kept you sex toys. “Oh”

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to, I was just getting the panties you asked for but they were twisted in something and there was something else underneath them, im sorry.”

“I mean, they aren’t really hidden or anything, just private.”

“I know and I’m so so sorry, baby, I-“

“Oscar, I don’t mind sharing this privacy with you. I mean, if you’re the one I’m thinking about when using them, maybe you should know about it.” he blushed entirely “Don’t be shy now, I’m the one that made the confession here.”

“Sorry, just thinking about it.” he explained as you sat up on the bed, taking the spot on his lap.

“‘Bout me?” he nodded “Touching myself to those fucking videos that you send me?” you teased before planting a kiss to the mole on the side of his neck. “I love those, you know? So beautiful the way you desperately tug on yourself, your sweet little moans, while i’m stuck on the other side of the world with my toys, wishing they were you.”

“Please, baby, tell me how you do it.” he begged, lips searching for yours.

“I could just show you” he nodded, against your skin making you pull away and get off his lap. “Go get it.” you explained before he could complain about you not being on him anymore.

Oscar obeyed, getting up from the bed and opening the drawer, he stared at it for a few seconds “Which one?”

“The one you know what’s for.” you said as if you had read his mind and he pulled the bunny vibrator out, closing it and making his way back to you. You sat on the edge of the bed and took it from his hand laying it on the bed to reach for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up till he took it off himself.

You pulled him closer by the hip, making him stand between your legs and started kissing his pale stomach, hands making their way to his waist as you lowered your kisses, leaving a hickey to his hip bone – something he claimed to hate but you knew se secretly enjoyed them more than you. You reached for the vibrator again, turning it on on a low setting and taking it between his legs. You rested it under his balls, through his sweatpants, Oscar barely feeling the stimulation but the entire situation being enough for his cock to twitch as he caught the smirk on your face. You quickly pulled it away and threw it to the side again, hands meeting the band of his sweats and pulling them below his balls. His cock sprung loose, already full of blood making your mouth water at the sight. Without hesitation you took him in your hand, thumb playing with his head and spreading the dot of precum around it.

“Baby, c’mon, wanna see you touch yourself.”

“Don’t want me to touch you, then?” you teased, planting a kiss to his tip.

“Not yet” he pulled away from you, tucking himself in and walking over to the chair sitting in the corner of your room. He pulled it all the way to the edge of your bed and sat with spread legs. “Go on”

You reached for the toy that was thrown on the bed and settled some pillows behind your back before resting against them with your knees apart. You pulled your tanktop down till your tits spilled out and took the vibrator to your mouth, taking it in and licking all around it to make sure it was slippery. Your fingers then turning on a low setting and taking it to your already hard nipples, making your entire body shiver. You slid it lower down your body till it reached the top of your panties, you pressed down feeling the vibrations on your uterus.

Oscar was already palming himself through his sweats as you took off your panties, kicking them off the bed. You then slit the vibrator down, stopping right before it reached your clit. You teased yourself by running it all the way down to your entrance and stopping back at the top. Your knees becoming week from the teasing, something you wouldn’t usually do if you were alone but you wanted to show off to Oscar. Your free hand made its way up your body to tweak your nipples, pulling and pinching them.

“Stop teasing yourself, love, we both know how much you hate that.”

You nodded and positioned the toy right to your clit, the moan of satisfaction that came out of your lips was loud. Oscar drowned in the view and the sounds of you pleasuring yourself, his right hand finally making its way into his pants as he watched you move the vibrator around on top of your clit. It was embarrassing how fast you felt your orgasm build up, the feeling of being so close but not wanting to let go yet taking over your body but Oscar had other intentions.

“Let go, baby, come for me, please”

You couldn’t even think about how impressive it was that your boyfriend could tell that you were close from so far away before you came around nothing, your hole clenching around air.

“Can you do one more for me? Show me how to use it properly?” he asked once you calmed down a bit.

You nodded weakly at him and turned off the vibrations, taking the toy further down and poking your entrance with the head. Your walls fluttered around it, inviting the toy in as you pushed slowly and eventually bottomed out, the bunny ears now settled perfectly around your clit. You turned it on, straight to the middle setting, mouth falling right open as soon as it started. Oscar’s hand started pumping on his cock, slowly pleasuring himself, just slow enough not to cum. You, on the other hand, were grinding down onto the toy, feeling as it vibrated against your clit and your g-spot, desperate to have another orgasm. He watched you carefully, his gaze turning you on even more, the entire situation being too much, the way he was touching himself, his arm flexed and hair messy, how just minutes ago you were the one in control and he was being shy and the toy, poking at your cervix just right.

“I’m close again, Oscar”

“I can tell, baby, edge yourself a bit for me”

You obeyed him, turning down the vibrations and pulling the bunny away from your clit, the toy now only working slowly against your gspot as you rode the edge of your orgasm. You were looking him in the eyes, waiting for a sign that he would let you cum, this was new. He had played with your orgasms before but only because he was the one bringing them to you and knew how to prolong the feelings that took over your body, but the fact that he was telling you what to do and you were obeying blindly was new territory.

Finally, when you could barely take it anymore, he gave you a small nod, before standing up from the chair. Oscar made his way to you as you came around the toy this time, the vibrations prolonging it and making your chest lift from the mattress till his hand turned it off.

“That was beautiful, princess” he pulled the toy out of you, earning a slow groan.

He threw it to the side before finally taking off his sweats and covering your body with his. You reached for his neck, pulling him down for a kiss as he ground his hips against yours, his head catching your swollen clit, making you both moan in each other’s mouths.

“Osc-, Oscar,” you called to get his attention away from your neck “wanna ride you, please. Sit up for me”

He nodded against your skin before reluctantly pulling away and sitting against the pillows where you previously were. You smiled at his proud cock, hard against his lower stomach before taking the spot on his lap. He lifted your hips and aligned you, his tip poking at your hole before you sat down on him. His cock filled you up perfectly, hitting the spot previously attacked by vibrations. Before you could even start bouncing on him, his hand reached for the pink toy, bringing it between your bodies and resting it against your clit.

“Osc, I’ll come too quick, please”

“I don’t care, baby, make yourself cum as many times as you need” he whispered to your shoulder, hand on your hip encouraging you to move on him.

As soon as you started bouncing he turned the vibrations on, the bigger end of the dildo resting on the base of his cock as the shorter one abused your spent clit. He wasn’t kissing you or touching you, all he did was sit back and watch as you used both him and the toy to bring you pleasure. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his thighs, gripping tightly as you started to move more frantically. You were driving him insane, your tits moving up and down as you desperately tried to get yourself off, your nails digging into his pale thighs as he turned up the setting on the toy.

You came instantly and it was incredibly intense, your entire body stilling on top of him as your knees closed, trapping his hips between them. Your head was throw back so far that the ends of your hair tickled his knees. His free hand went behind your waist to pull you back to him so his mouth could catch your breast. You slowly let go of his thighs to reach his hair, burring his face even more onto your chest as you came down from your high, ridding in out on his cock.

“You’re gonna have to flip us now, can’t do it again. And turn this off or i’m literally gonna faint on you”

He quickly pulled the toy away from you “Sorry” he pecked your lips. Oscar’s hands went down to your ass, holding you close so he could lay you down without pulling out. “Sure you’re okay for this?” he asked as he lifted himself on his fists to look at you. You simply nodded, enjoying the slight overstimulation.

Your boyfriend started thrusting into you, quickly picking up a pace that had you hugging his waist with your legs. But he didn’t like that, your calves getting in the way of his movements. So he knelt up and shoved two pillows under your hips so he could prop up your legs on his shoulders, spreading you up completely for him. The new position allowing him to go faster, what you both needed. In minutes he was folding over you again.

“So close, baby, gonna cum inside you, yeah?” he whispered against the crook of your neck and you nodded, feeling him twitching inside of you.

He came in a matter of seconds, his movements quickly going from frenetic to deep and slow as he filled you up with his cum. You smiled as he groaned deeply in your ear, his weight falling on top of you as he finished and relaxed.

“Fuck, baby, love you so much” he kissed behind your ear, as you caressed his hair, knowing how clingy he gets after coming.

“I love you too, darling, but you’re hurting my legs.” he simply lifted his hips enough for you to lower your legs and wrap them around his waist.

“Don’t leave me yet, please, wanna stay close.”

You just nodded, enjoying the warmth of his body atop your own.

[athenatalks]

A New Discovery (Dark Era Soukoku-Romantic-)

Osamu Dazai is a secretive man. That much everyone knows, you can tell by the way he holds himself. The dark look in his red-brown eyes, screaming danger and mystery to any on-lookers. Though it's also equally as well known that Chuuya Nakahara is the one who knows arguably the most, though he'd deny it if asked.

-Chuuya’s POV-

This mission is fucking stupid. And it's not because the Boss forced me to dress as a woman, no. I'm well used to that now and it hardly bothers me anymore. This mission is stupid because the fuckin Mackerel got drunk off his flat ass, and now I'm stuck with lugging him back to my penthouse that he has just decided to live at.

I'm fuming as I walk through the dark back alleys, Dazai conked out over my shoulder. It is the easiest way to carry him while I'm stuck in this hideous dress, like who thought chartreuse would look good on me? Whatever, I'm getting myself worked up again.

I sigh and take deep breaths as I walk through the lobby confidently and go into the empty elevator. The damn lanky bastard is still passed out, I tap my heeled foot against the marbled floor of the silent elevator. Finally, it opens to my floor and I march to my door, grabbing my key from my purse and pushing open the door with my hip, locking it back, and going directly to the Mackerel’s room.

Keeping the lights off I toss Dazai on his bed, when he's this drunk he is painfully hard to wake up despite him being an insomniac. I sit on the bed beside him and work on getting his tie off him. I know he'll probably complain about it choking him while he was sleeping so I might as well save myself the headache. Once the tie is off I toss it to the corner where Dazai piles his dirty clothes. I notice a black dot on his neck that I'd never seen before.

I figure a tick or some shit had landed on him so I try to brush it away but it’s not coming off. I grab my phone out and turn on the flashlight. I can finally get a better look at it and it's a mole. Didn’t know Dazai had one, I poke it, and Dazai squirms, his one visible eye fluttering open, his stupidly long lashes framing his eyes, he turns his head to look at me and a hint of shock appears on his face before it is quickly masked. He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows

“Oh my~Is the chibiko trying to get handsy with me, a poor drunk boy?” I immediately roll my eyes when his stupid mouth opens

“Fuck off Mackerel, I thought I saw something on your neck. I never knew you had a mole.” I mutter, being too tired for his shit. All Dazai does is sit up and his smirk widens

“Why, I’m not obligated to tell Chuuya everything about myself, am I?” Of course he’s going to tease me over this.

“Obviously not shit-face.” I huff out, standing up and heading to the door when I hear a noise. I turn back around and see Dazai out of bed, grinning like the mad-man he is.

“How mean of you Chu-ya. Leaving a poor beautiful maiden like myself to sleep in this cold, dark room. Alone.” He fake sniffles and I throw a punch, he easily doges it, sidestepping to the right.

“Knock that shit off, you ain't no damsel in distress. And you always sleep alone, what’s changed your mind huh?” This night just won’t end will it? I just want to sleep for Arahabaki’s sake. Dazai looks a bit taken aback by my adamance he is no maiden. That’s when it clicks.

“You having ‘nother one of your dysmorphia episodes ain’t you?” He blinks and I know I’ve gotten it right.

“Ughh I hate when my dog actually uses his tiny brain.” He whines like a toddler.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” I sigh, am I actually going to do this? I probably won’t sleep, I mean what sane guy lets his sorta-best friend who he’s made out with a few times, sleep in his bed? I walk out of Dazai’s room and across the hall to my room, looking back over my shoulder I see him staring at me with those fishy red-brown eyes, reminding me of the color our sink gets stained after one of his attempts.

“What are you just standing there for? I might as well let you sleep in my room, knowing you, if I don’t let you then you will complain and bitch the rest of the week.” He grins and darts over messing up my hair

“Good doggie! Letting your master sleep in your bed like a good boy!” He taunts

[gloomysoup]

Number 13 for the Spotify fics!

this is a little shorter than i wanted these to be, however i didn't wanna add more and risk taking away from the feeling i was aiming to portray here so this is what you get :)

13. My Therapist Told Me by Xana

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“Eddie, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

He refuses to look up at the woman sitting across from him, in her nice chair with her clipboard and the pen that keeps writing every time he opens his mouth. She’s a good therapist. She’s helped him with a lot of stuff. That doesn’t mean he likes what she's saying.

“You don’t get it,” he says softly.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He hopes it is him. He starts to reach for it, on impulse, but he can feel her eyes on him. Judgmental. Disappointed. He lets his hand drop back into his lap.

“This isn’t good for you, Eddie. You know that.” He eyes the framed diplomas on her wall like he always does when this comes up in their sessions. “Are you still drinking?”

His blunt nails dig into his palm. The sting is grounding. “That has nothing to do with Steve.”

“Doesn’t it, though?”

She’s right. It has almost everything to do with Steve. Eddie hates it. He hates when she’s right, which is often.

“We’re just friends.”

“Are you?”

“What’s with all the goddamn questions today?” Eddie snaps, finally directing his attention to her. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

She takes a breath and nods. “We’ve talked about this before, Eddie. You know that whatever is going on between the two of you is not good for you. I’m only trying to help you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t need your help with this.”

He stands up and leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. She doesn’t protest. He storms out of the building, throwing his car door open and slamming it shut. His phone buzzes again. He doesn’t stop himself this time. He pulls it from his pocket and looks at the screen. Two texts from Steve. One from Chrissy. Another from Gareth. He opens Steve’s, ignoring the others.

[ Steve 🥵 ] : thinking of you 😉

There’s a photo attached. Steve, laying in bed, shirtless. There’s a telltale tint of pink on his cheeks, bringing out some of Eddie’s favorite freckles. His hair is a little messy. Eddie knows, just out of frame, he’s got a hand around himself.

“Fuck!” Eddie groans, hitting his forehead on his steering wheel.

He can’t keep doing this. He can't.

But Eddie is nothing if not a weak man for Steve Harrington.

[ Eddie ] : I’ll be there in five.

Eddie doesn’t know why he keeps doing this. His therapist is right. His friends are right. This isn’t good for him. But then he has Steve in his bed, arching beneath him and making those sounds, and he knows he can’t get away. He’ll always fall back into the same cycles.

Hot breath. Tan skin. He maps Steve’s body with his hands, dragging fingertips over the contours he knows so well. Charting constellations between his freckles and moles. Plush lips brushing his, swallowing every noise this beautiful creature gives him. He revels in dragging that gorgeous shade of pink to the surface of Steve’s skin.

It never matters if he leaves marks.

Eddie isn’t the only one who gets to have him.

He wishes he was the only one.

Then it all ends. Fantasy melts away, leaving only reality. Steve isn’t his anymore.

“This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together,” Steve whispers between them in the hazy afterglow. “We’re just friends.”

"I know," Eddie responds, just as quiet.

It’s always the same routine.

They’re just friends.

Eddie hates it. He’s always fucking himself over. Even with all the games he plays, the space he constantly takes up in Eddie’s brain, Steve knows good and well Eddie can’t get away from this. He always comes back. He always leaves alone. The cycle repeats itself.

He goes to the bar, orders a whiskey, then another and another. He knows it’s a bad idea. That doesn’t stop him. He can’t keep getting sober just to fall apart again, just to want Steve more. So he drinks. Distracts himself from the truth with every burning swallow of amber liquid. Pretends to be okay.

His therapist is right. Again. His friends are right. Again. That doesn’t mean he can stop.

Three days later, his phone pings with a text.

[ Steve 🥵 ] : thinking of you <3

A photo attached.

And once again….

[ Eddie ] : See you in ten.

[seungiee-sunshine]

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𝘱. 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘹 f𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 (𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐)

𝘤𝘸: 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬…?, 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢…?), 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘣, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 (𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣���𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴) 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵; 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. (𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵…)

Kim fucking Woojin. 

The hottest man on planet Earth that you somehow managed to pull. You don’t know how it happened, it just did and now you were left hot and bothered, all because of his attire at his last show. like how could someone in their right mind not want to fuck him after he wore that damn see-through top?  Well, it wasn’t necessarily see-through but, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

the way his biceps flexed in that tiny sleeveless shirt made your mouth water. All those hours practicing and working out really did make him look absolutely delectable. 

you're sure the cubs could agree with you on that. 

everyone from the show surely had either gone home horney as fuck or were dying inside and ready to rant to their friends about the whole ordeal. you being the insatiable woman you were, ended up leaning on the hornier side of things... and when you and Woojin made it home, you made it his problem to properly deal with. 

now here you were, in his lap on the couch riding him with all the energy you could muster, while he was busy feeling you up and allowing his eyes to wander your form. 

every curve, every mole, every little expression you made when he hit just the right places inside of you was something he made sure to store into his mind: knowing full well that he would never come across someone as beautiful and ethereal as you ever again. 

 "You're doing so well, cub. can't believe you even have any energy left after the show" he chuckled while brushing your hair out of your face. Your face was already red due to the heat in the crowd and the activities you were currently partaking in, but his comment made you almost as red as a tomato. You knew he had noticed with that stupid smirk present on his face. Such a cocky bastard… but at least he was your cocky bastard. 

"even if I had no energy left I'd find some way to fuck you and your stupidly pretty cock." you pretty much want to disappear the moment the words leave your mouth. of course, it was true but even then why'd you have to say it straight to his face? You halted your movements looking up at him in surprise as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you as close as he could.

“Cub, I think you underestimate the effect your words have on me,” he muttered while he slinked one of his hands between the two of your bodies pressing just the slightest bit on your stomach, eliciting a soft groan from you. He was big, but you’d never realized just how big, that was until he’d made the bulge in your stomach known. The knowledge of it made your body tingle and pussy clench around him. 

A small hiss emitted from him before he pulled out as much as he could and bucked his hips back up into you. You could’ve cum with that alone, but he just had to tease you, it was the perfect opportunity…and you knew he wasn’t going to pass it up. “Such a whore, clenching around me like that. All because of what, me pressing on your stomach?” You only nodded too lost in the pleasure he was providing you to do anything more.

[evermoresversion]

yn gets caught staring at conrad’s back muscles 😭😭

BEING CAUGHT LOOKING AT HIS BACK, CONRAD FISHER.

A/N I'm sorry for being late.

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, fluff, suggestive content.

SUMMARY It's no secret that Conrad is hot as hell, so being his girlfriend, who's stopping you from gawking at your boy?

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

The two of you were alone together in the summer house while the others were out doing God knows what.

And you offered to spend some time in the pool and he gladly accepted.

"The last one to reach the garden loses." He said quickly as soon as the two of you met in the hallway and you frowned at how quickly he spoke.

"What? Hey!" You exclaimed, running after him as soon as he started doing it too, "That's not fair! You caught me off guard!"

And the two ran towards the stairs to the ground floor and obviously he reached the garden first.

"You cheated, Fisher." you pouted and he walked over to you to hug you around the waist. You let him do it without knowing his other intentions.

"Sorry, babe." He kissed your forehead and as soon as you returned the hug he picked you up by the waist, walking with you towards the edge of the pool.

"Conrad!" You exclaimed and he jumped into the pool with you in his arms, you swam to the surface and he was already on top laughing. "You're a fucking cheater."

"And you're fucking beautiful." He teased back, swimming towards you and you rolled your eyes with a smile at his words. "Come here." He murmured and grabbed your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his hips. You put your arms over his shoulders and he put his around your waist. "I have a beautiful view up here."

"Shut up." You laughed nervously without being able to look at him. His face moved closer to yours and you connected your lips to his.

You melted into his touch and into the kiss, his face following yours to deepen the kiss while yours drew back a little from his action.

A couple of seconds later he pulled away and looked at you with a sweet and charming smile.

"I love you." He murmured, lovingly brushing his nose with yours and one of your hands cupped his cheek giving a couple of short kisses to his lips.

"I love you even more."

An hour later you were lying on a lounge chair with Conrad lying on top of you, sunbathing.

Your hand was lost in his scalp as your other hand traced every curve, mole, or inch of skin on his back, making him hum against your skin.

When Conrad moved a little to move his position and settle himself better you couldn't help but watch the muscles in his back contract, making your heart flutter.

You couldn't explain how much that simple fact had made you want your boyfriend even more and you remembered all the times when the two of you fucked you clung to his back, leaving faint scratch marks on his smooth skin from the way he pounded inside you and—

"Honey, I'm talking to you." You heard his voice interrupt your impure thoughts.

"What?" You asked, still a little lost, and hearing his laugh you swore it was the best sound you had ever heard in your life.

"I was asking if you didn't mind if I was still on top of you." His beautiful eyes looked directly into yours and you shook your head.

"Stay on top of me for life." You stammered and Conrad looked at you with a bit of surprise.

"Love," he began, kissing your cheek and you smiled, still flustered and blushing. "You were watching my back, weren't you?"

"Whaaat?" You asked as if it was the most absurd thing in the world. You quickly denied, trying to hide the fact that he had caught you. "Of course not."

"You know," he started again, trailing his kisses down your jaw and neck, "you can do more than just look, how about we take advantage of the fact that we're alone and go to my room so you can decorate my back with some cute scratch marks, okay?" He asked, leaving chaste kisses on your lips and you couldn't have been more flustered and excited.

"Yes please." you hugged his shoulders, clinging to them as soon as Conrad stood up from the chair with you in his arms.

He laughed softly in your ear and kissed your cheek. "Anything my princess asks."

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[pxperplxnets]

Hi, could i request something where yn is like sebas' or dinos rival but they get caught kissing and their fans freak out? Love your work btw 😚

summary: y/n and sebastian hate each other, but that doesnt stop them from kissing someimes...

pairing: sebastian montoya x reader

word count: 505

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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sebastian and y/n were well known to not like each other.

being around them was like living in the middle of a war. the sound of them bickering back and forth was a normal sound to hear at the prema headquarters, and everyone had given up on trying to get them to leave each other alone.

in y/n’s perception, sebastian montoya was the most annoying person someone could ever meet. he had an annoying voice, an annoying personality and worst of all, he was annoyingly attractive.

his pretty brown eyes, surrounded by his long eyelashes. his full lips and smooth skin, peppered with small moles.

he was just generally beautiful.

as she rolled her eyes at the thought of his annoyingly pretty features, the man himself entered the room in which she was so peacefully resting.

“go away” she said, getting his attention. “no” the boy gave her a sarcastic smile before turning back to his phone. she sighed in annoyance, deciding to ignore him.

even though she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about him. he looked so handsome with his race suit hanging off his hips. she really wanted to kiss him again.

yes, again.

it all started the first time he kissed her. he had been trying to prove a point. which y/n didn't know if he ended up proving. she was too busy to realise.

that kiss led to another one. and then another one. and then to them making out at least once a day when no one was looking.

he noticed how she stared at him. she looked so pretty sitting on the table, her back against the wall as she stared at him. she was clearly checking him out, and it made him smirk.

“if you want me to kiss you you can just say that, you know.” she spoke up, noticing the way he stared back at her. “why would I want that?” the boy questioned “well, you seem to like it quite a lot” he chuckled before movin up to her, standing between her legs “shut up” the words were whispered against her lips before he kissed her.

they kissed for a while, his hands rested on her thighs as her arms wrapped around her neck.

“oh, here they-woahhh!!” they separated quickly at the sound of paul’s voice. “well guys, that took a turn… ehrm, goodbye,” paul said before clicking something on his phone.

fuck.

“please tell me you weren't a live” the girl asked “i wasn't live?” the nervousness in his voice showed her he was lying “are you really lying to me right now?” y/n exclaimed “you told me to say that!” the estonian defended.

y/n groaned, as sebas facepalmed.

“sorry, i didn't know i would find you guys kissing!” paul apologised “well, it's fine” she dismissed. it was definitely not fine. the fans wouldn't let it go for years.

she opened her phone fearing the worst. they were already tagged in thousands of posts, the fans had gone crazy.

fuck.

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author's note:

very short, but i really hope you like it!

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (One)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack

Word Count: 10.2k (yikes, I know) (I will try to shorten future chapters, ya girl is sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, puking, reader is a drunk cry baby, reader is kinda embarrassing, jk is kinda jelaous, mentions of sleeping around, reader and jk are pretty affectionate, jk’s thighs are mentioned—that’s like, a warning in itself right?

Notes: hiiiii, the first part is here! Once again, really nervous about this so please go easy on me but mostly, just enjoy! :) also sorry for any typos!!!!

© taestefully-in-luv

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The sun is a magical thing. It lights up and warms the Earth, it enhances your mood, it helps plants grow, it literally provides for life. Without the sun, life on Earth would cease to exist. What the sun also does? The sun also shines down on us and lights up the most beautiful things. The sun today, however, is especially highlighting the most beautiful thing. The way the glittering rays gleam through the windows you can see how todays sun focuses on him.

That’s right, you guessed it. Kim Taehyung. His skin is absolutely glowing in the rays, his eyes sparkle in the light that shines down. Yes, Kim Taehyung is an other-worldly being. The way he just stands there and shimmers you can’t help but stare but also like, shy away because his beauty is so god damn blinding. Wait…was this dramatic? This might be dramatic. You’re too far gone to care though. His boxy grin, the way his hair falls into his eyes, the mole on his—

“I just want you to know, you are fucking drooling.” You hear the scoff of the man across from you, Jeon Jungkook, also known as your best friend.

You lazily shake your head as the two of you sit nice and snug in the booths of your favorite coffee shop. It’s one of the colder spring days, the breeze biting at your skin when you were outside but now, you have Jungkook’s scarf wrapped loosely around your neck and hot coffee in your hands.

“I mean, I get it. He’s gorgeous but do you really have to go this far?”

You bring the white mug full of black coffee to your lips. It’s hot and burns the tip of your tongue, but not anything you’re not use to.

“Yes.” You state plainly. You know exactly to what he is referring to. You don’t usually come here at this time, in fact you are usually a creature of habit and come at the same time on the same days… Tuesday and Thursdays in the evening but its Friday and like 1pm. But you knew Kim Taehyung was going to be here when he snapped a picture of the famous white mug with the shops logo on it and posted on his story. You bring your hand up to your forehead, saluting to the sky, “Thank you Snapchat.” So yes, naturally when you saw he was at this coffee shop you hurried to make sure you were too. Maybe it is fucking desperate. Okay it is. But could you blame a girl? He was one of the hottest guys you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“This is ridiculous,” Jungkook huffs into his own mug, “You could just talk to him…”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“As fucking if!”

Jungkook smirks into his mug, taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. “That incapable, hmm?”

“It’s not that I’m incapable JK,” You blow on the drink nonchalantly, “I am simply just not worthy.”

“You are so stupid, I swear.” He huffs into his mug again.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook breathes out slowly, biting his lip as if contemplating what to say.

It’s like, what can he say? He wishes he could tell you a million things that would ease your mind, that could possibly give you the confidence you need or maybe just slap the reality on you that Taehyung doesn’t deserve you. But then he will get asked ‘why’ and he can’t have that.

“What?” you whine into your cup before setting it down.

“You’re really cool and also pretty?” he says quirking a brow in question. Because apparently that’s all he can come up with.

“That’s a question? Also am I dying? You’re complimenting me?” you tease, giving him an exaggerated look of satisfaction.

“I just mean…” Jungkook runs a hand through his messy dark locks, “You have nothing to worry about, ya know?”

Nothing to worry about he says! What does he know? He can literally get any girl—or guy for that matter—that he wants. You dip your head, frowning at the idea.

Jungkook has been your best friend since your freshmen year and there’s nothing you treasure more than his friendship. You bite your lips and tilt your head trying to recall his first presence in your life…oh! That stupid frat party freshmen year…you met at a frat party during your first semester and totally hit it off. Did he try to get into your pants? Okay, yeah maybe. He offered a room just up the stairs that night, but you refused…seemingly too shy. But Jungkook was nothing but understanding. He pat your back and said he knew a better place, and that was the 24 diner down the street. And the rest is history

“Obviously I don’t know and oh my god don’t look but—” You try saying before Jungkook is completely turning his head around to look. Classic Jungkook.

“Oh hey Tae.” Jungkook says in The Kim Taehyungs direction. Taehyung walks up to your table, you thought the sun only highlighted his beauty but up close he is the sun. You knew it was a magical thing.

“Hey guys! “ Taehyung stands there as bright as a fucking light, waving at you and your best friend. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention Jungkook is also friends with said Kim Taehyung? Okay, so maybe talking to Taehyung shouldn’t be that hard, since you share the same fucking friends. And you guys are technically friends too.

“Sup dude.” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly, picking up his coffee mug once again. His long fingers wrapping around the porcelain, warming him up. You watch as Jungkook takes a sip of his beverage with his doe eyes on you, he nods his head towards Taehyung and winks at you as he gulps down the drink. Of course, he’s teasing you.

“Hey y/n!” Taehyungs smile shines so brightly you want to actually kill yourself. What is up with this dude and being so blinding?

“Hey Taehyung…” you gulp your coffee awkwardly, giving him a small wave of the hand.

“y/n I told you to call me Tae!”

“Right…” you chuckle into the coffee creating bubbles of the liquid like the fucking pathetic lil thang you are.

Yeah, talking to The Kim Taehyung is not your specialty. Never was.

2 years ago

Your head is buried in books on the table of your campuses library with Jungkook fast asleep next to you. Statistics shouldn’t be this hard but it fucking is and you are groaning into your book, on the verge of pulling your hair out when a deep voice that rumbles your insides interrupts you—actually fuck it, you don’t feel like getting into a flashback. Just know that you met Taehyung (officially through Jungkook) and he ended up calling you pretty and you’ve thought about it every day since. Because you are pathetic. What’s new?

And that was it, that’s all it took for you to gain a massive crush on the boy.

“What’s up dude?” Jungkook asks again. He is now scrolling through his phone, probably swiping through Tinder, if you have to guess. And you’re right because he’s turning his phone towards you showing you some random girl, his wide eyes asking for your opinion. You roll your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’. As you can guess, this happens quite often.

“Ummm…” Taehyung runs a frustrated hand through his hair, you slowly tilt your head to soak him in when you notice he looks almost…panicked? “I need help with something actually,” but he isn’t looking at Jungkook as he says this, no. He’s looking at you.

“You see that girl at the counter over there? The one with long hair, not the other one.” He nods his head in the general direction while still remaining discreet.

You tilt your head to steal a glance at the counter and yes you do see the girl he is referring to. She’s got long brown hair that reaches her waist and man, she is gorgeous. Big, bright eyes. Full, pouting lips. Long legs and yeah, the works. Taehyung sure knows how to pick them. Did he need help to get her number of something? Like a wing woman? You mean, does he really need the help?

“Yes, I see her.” Is all you say to him and you expect him to ask you to go over there but instead he says,

“Great. I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You blink lazily at him as you process his words while Jungkook chokes on his drink.

“You want her to be your what?” Jungkook is the first to speak.

“My girlfriend.” He says again before his eyes go wide, “Like, like my fake girlfriend.” Taehyung turns a wonderful shade of red before his hand is reaching to scratch the back of his neck, chuckling to himself. “This girl—Anna…she is a bit obsessed? Ya know? Won’t leave me alone type thing and …and I have tried saying I have a girlfriend but she followed me to this coffee shop when she heard I was here. Like, who does that?”

Now it’s your turn to turn red, because you. You would fucking do that.

“That’s horrible Taehy—” you begin to say before Taehyungs large eyes pierce into your own, “Please y/n.”

“Anna???” Jungkook cuts in setting his phone on the table. “Like Anna Anna?” Jungkook squints his eyes at his friend before scoffing. “...She’s not doing it.” his eyes go between Taehyung and this girl Anna. “Don’t involve her in whatever game you—"

“I’ll do it.” You say, even surprising yourself. “I mean, it’s just pretend and for this moment so why not?” you begin to explain yourself. Plus for a few minutes you can pretend you’re really his girlfriend and your delusional mind will thrive off that.

Tae is quick to straighten his back and smile widely before he is ushering you to scoot over in the booth to let him in. “Scoot scoot” he whispers, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tae, you can’t be serious—” Jungkook is quick to say something, anything. His hands scrambling to grab his phone and hands it to Taehyung from across the table. “Here. Call up some other girl to do this. Don’t involve y/n.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a look of panic before Jungkook speaks up again, “Plus, y/n would be the worst fake girlfriend,” And that’s it. That’s all it takes. Jungkook’s constant negativity pisses you off so much that it drives what you say next.

“No need Taehyung.” You snatch Jungkook’s phone and shove it back in his hands. “Why don’t you call up one of your girls yourself and leave us alone?”

Jungkook looks at you shocked, his brows furrowing so deeply you are almost concerned for his face and the wrinkles that might set in.

“y/n…?” his stupid doe eyes look at you with so much confusion.

“I just mean, I can do this Jungkook. Don’t have to be so concerned.”

At that, Taehyung lights up.

“Great!” and his long arm wraps around your waist and when he was sure Anna is looking he leans in to plant a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thanks for doing this…” he whispers in your ear before placing another kiss.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s shocked ones. He looks like he just saw a ghost, all the color drained from his face as he watches you and Taehyung.

“Uh….” You don’t have any words for Taehyung—or Tae as he likes to be called.

You don’t even have the balls to glance his way, you don’t even have the balls to breathe in his direction.

“Look at me?” Taehyung’s finger is on your chin, guiding it towards his face.

“No…” Jungkook spurts out, “I mean, y/n don’t we have to go?” Jungkook looks at you with a look you’ve never really seen before. Maybe it’s desperation but you don’t really care.

“We don’t actually” you respond nonchalantly.

And with that you turn to face Taehyung more properly. His face is so close to yours it’s almost suffocating.

“What is it…Tae?” you try out his nickname for the first time. His cheeks flush and he scoots back just an inch.

“Thank you for doing this but…” his eyes slide to the side, eyeing Jungkook. “I was thinking we could do this for a couple of weeks, at the least. Ya know, to make it believable.”

Surprising you and Taehyung, Jungkook rises from his seat at the booth,

“y/n let’s go.” He simply states, not even looking at you. Taehyung looks panicked as you look between the boys.

“Tae…” you started to say before Jungkook reaches over the table to grab your wrist, “Come oooooooonnnnn” But you are quick to yank it back.

“Stop Jungkook, you’re being childish.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on you, “Yeah Kookie, sit back down…please.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung, giving him a look that screams ‘are you serious?!’

“Childish? Okay.” He gives you a look of disappointment before grabbing his phone and his bag and walking away from the table. You watch in disbelief as Jungkook’s figure disappears from your view. What was up with him?

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with him…”

“Right…” Tae responds quietly, his grip on your waist loosening up. “He’s just really protective over you, huh?” Taehyung bites his lip in contemplation, “y/n. I’m serious, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your coffee for the next month if you do this with me. Please, I am quite literally begging you.” He breathes out through his nose in an attempt to laugh. “She won’t leave me alone otherwise.”

You bite your lip in deep thought, your brows pulled together. Taehyung couldn’t help but find you cute.

“For a month? What happened to a few weeks?” you ask, a playful smirk gracing your features.

Taehyung couldn’t help the grin that made its way on his face.

“1 month.” He breathes out. “Unless you fall in love with me during that time and beg for more time….” He pokes his tongue out, his teasing tone going straight to your lady bits. If only he knew.

“Fine, but we should set some ground rules…don’t you think?”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Oh…I don’t—”

Taehyung raises a brow, “Don’t say something stupid like ‘no kissing’…because we want to make it as realistic as possible, don’t we?” he leans in just a bit more. Without Jungkook around Taehyung seems a bit more confident.

“Oh, you want to kiss me then?”

“It’s just for show. We don’t gotta think too hard about it.” His face inches closer and closer.

“Love…” you say, in a complete daze. Too lost in Taehyungs big brown eyes.

“What about it?” he doesn’t blink, just continues to stare into your eyes.

“We…would if one of us catches feelings? Then we should stop it, right?” You choke out.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as an impossibly cute giggle escapes his lips, “You’re so cute. How many romcoms have you watched to come up with that line?”

“I’m serious.” You push your head back, “This could become hurtful if one of us falls in love…” You say this knowing it’s you. Well, obviously. Just because Taehyung called you pretty 2 years ago doesn’t mean he likes you.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Taehyung gets close again, “I’ll tell you.” And then he leans in, just an inch from your face. His lips hovering over your own and you can see his eyes still on you, like he’s silently asking for permission. You can’t help the nod of your head and you, yourself don’t stop yourself from leaning in.

Taehyungs lips are just as soft as you had always imagined. His lips only peck yours, the kiss is short but sweet. Once he pulls back you see his eyes slide to the counter where that Anna girl stands, and a look of relief washes over his features.

“Thank God, she bought it. She looks pissed,” he laughs loudly, “She saw us and is totally storming out!”

Oh, right. This is all for show.

“Oh, good.”

“Thanks y/n!” Taehyung’s smile is so wide it takes up the entire booth. He goes in for a quick hug, pulling back he smiles again before reaching his hand to pat your head.

“You’re a good girl.” He says and slips out of the booth. Welp, you wish those words didn’t go straight to your vagina.

“Uh, thanks.” You sputter out, not entirely sure what just happened.

“See you later?” he asks then his face lights up, “I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“Well, that is the deal.” You shoot him some pathetic finger guns.

You stare down at your now cold coffee, and look across from you at the now empty booth where Jungkook once sat.

“I’ll text you with more details later!” he shakes his phone in his hand,

“Bye bye…girlfriend.” He finishes off with a wink and skips, yes fucking skips away.

You are left alone at your table, with an empty seat across from you and a cold coffee. And now a fake boyfriend with the guy you have a massive crush on. This couldn’t possibly go all wrong, could it?

~~~

“This is definitely going to go all wrong, you realize that, right? This is a bad idea y/n and you know it.”

Jungkook’s legs are swung over your own as he lays on the couch, his focus on his phone in his hands. He wears his gray puma sweat suit you love so much and smells exactly the same as always—clean laundry and his own musk. You can’t help but eye him over, his dark strands of hair falling into his eyes as he bobbles his head to rid himself of the stray pieces. You aren’t blind, Jungkook is like, crazy hot and sometimes your staring can become a problem.

“Like, ‘we can’t fall in love with each other’” he mocks, “What sort of bullshit? You already in love, aren’t you?” he peeks over his phone to get a look at you waiting for some sort of rejection of his words.

“It’s just a crush, Jungkook.”

“Sure.” His eyes go back to his screen. “You’re pretty dumb for doing this.”

“Did I mention we kissed?”

“Only 100 times now you sicko.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and you can’t help but giggle.

It’s no secret that Jungkook is against this—whatever this is. He always has been…ever since you mentioned it 2 years ago sophomore year.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” you ask in disbelief.

You just confessed your little crush on Taehyung to Jungkook, the two of you sitting across from one another in the library when he rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Can you not yell? We’re literally in a library. And I don’t feel like getting kicked out this week…again.” He rolls his pen between his fingers as he speaks.

“Okay one: that’s your own fault for getting caught with your hand down some girls pants. And Two: what do you mean ‘no’?”

“Taehyung is off limits for you.” He says, totally unbothered.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means, he’s my friend for one so gross, and also he’s kind of like…emotionally unavailable.”

You chew on your pen, wondering what that could mean. Like, he doesn’t date? He doesn’t ‘do’ relationships? He’s already in love with someone else?

“I’m not telling you.” Jungkook’s pen slides against his paper as he writes, “His life.”

Oh, you asked that out loud.

“Whatever Jungkook, it’s just a crush.”

It feels nice to have a crush on someone other than…

Ding

Your phone goes off and you hurry to check it. What? It could be Taehyung wanting to go over the details of the ‘plan’. But much to your disappointment it was just Jimin.

Jimin 9:42pm

Where are you guys? Party has BEEN started girl

Y/N 9:42pm

We’re about to leave babe, see you soonish

Jimin 9:43pm

You guys fuckin? *smirk face emoji*

Y/N 9:43pm

Did you just…write smirk face emoji instead of putting the emoji itself

Y/N 9:44pm

Also how many times do I have to tell you JK and I aren’t like that

Jimin 9:45pm

Whatevs, see you soon babe xoxo

You set your phone down in your lap, your fingers going to massage Jungkook’s calves as you sneak a glance at him, he closes his eyes in satisfaction as you continue massaging the muscle.

“We gotta get go—also, that’s now what you’re wearing right?”

“Not going tonight. But have fun.” Jungkook sets his phone on his chest, letting out a long breath while folding his arms behind his head. He looks comfortable like, you almost believe him that he’s really staying in.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N why don’t we just stay in tonight?” He whines, he unfolds his arms and reaches for your hand. “Let’s go buy a 12 pack, get fucked up and just ya know, stay in.” Though this doesn’t sound like a bad idea, it also sounds like every Friday night with the two of you and you want to do something different tonight. But it would take some convincing. You interlock your fingers with his and he melts at your touch, his dopey smile growing.

“It’s a good idea, right?” he says, blinking up at you.

You smile back, tilting your head just the slightest before your smile drops altogether.

“No.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook throws his head back on the sofas armrest, “Why are you like this?”

“You still love me.” You chirp swinging his legs off yours and standing to your feet.

“Now get dressed and I promise that I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend and you can bring whatever poor girl back to the apartment.”

Oh yes, your best friend is also your roommate. You’ve been living together for the last year—it just made the most sense. He was always over at yours or vise versa. So it made the most sense to save money and just room together. It worked out almost perfectly—almost. He paid his half of rent on time, he cleaned the dishes, he did laundry. Wait a minute, what the hell did you offer? That’s beside the point, the best of all he was always there when you needed him. The one downfall…the girls he brought over.

It got so bad that you couldn’t even sleep. You get it, your best friend is obviously…gifted. If the girls whines and moans and screams were any indication. So you had to set some rules for your sanity! For one, the other must always warn the other when bring home a person for the night. And two, its best if the other is already like, not home. Jungkook quickly agreed…something about how he doesn’t want to hear you either.

So, offering to be gone all weekend so he can have as much sex in his bed as he wants is probably going to be convincing enough.

You study Jungkook’s features, his brows pinched together almost comically, and his lips formed into the cutest pout.

“All weekend?” he asks, kicking imaginary rocks with his feet. “Like, no interruptions?”

“No interruptions you absolute whore.”

“Fine, deal.” He looks into your eyes and something flashes across them that you cant pinpoint. “I guess I’ll get dressed…but wait, where will you stay?”

“Probably with Jimin.” You shrug.

“Hm, okay.” Jungkook walks towards his room while lifting his sweatshirt over his head and throwing it behind him, the article of clothing landing on the floor. “And you’re doing laundry.”

“Brat.” You say rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

You don’t take long to get ready yourself, you settle for a casual look tonight…okay, semi-casual, meaning you’re wearing jeans but you are wearing a nice, low cut blouse that shows a generous amount of cleavage. It’s your go to titty shirt. You aren’t really looking to get laid tonight or anything but you do want onlookers to wish you were.

You bounce your knee up and down while sitting on the sofa as you not so patiently wait on your bff, you call out for him but he only yells back that you need to like, chill out. After what feels like forever, the creak of his bedroom door opening can be heard and you quickly stand to your feet to face him.

“Woah.” Is all you manage to say as Jungkook walks out of his room, his cologne filling the air around you. “You look…” you can’t even finish your sentence without Jungkook’s stupid smirk already on his face. His pants are skin tight, the material practically melted on to his thick thighs that are deliciously exposed thanks to rips and holes. His plain white tee is accompanied by a fine leather jacket and his hair is split down the middle, the waves adorning his face. He looks damn good. And you both fucking know it.

“I look?” he teases, walking closer to you. His cologne suffocating your nostrils but you aren’t upset about it.

“You look…fine. You look better than before at least.” You choke out. It’s not that Jungkook is capable of making you nervous but sometimes he has this aura about him…no, you don’t even want to get into it. Those are thoughts you’ve trained yourself to push away.

“Whatever.” His eyes skim over your body shamelessly, “You look fine too.” He winks, walking past you.

“Ready to go?” he calls out over his shoulder. You can’t help but watch his tight ass walk away. Did you really say tight ass? Well it is!

“Yeah, lemme grab my purse and uh, uh we can go. You’re driving.”

~~~

“About fucking time, sluts.”

“Hello to you too, Jiminie.” You crack a smile as your friend goes in for a quick but tight hug.

When Jungkook finally introduced you to all his friends the one you hit it off with the most was good ol’ Jimin. He immediately became one of your closest friends.

“Yo Park.” Jungkook’s eyes are all around the place, not even sparing Jimin a glance. No doubt looking for his girl for the night already. What? It’s a safe assumption.

“Jeon.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully. “You guys took forever, too busy fucking?”

You hit Jimin’s shoulder with your own, giving him a look that says you’ll scold him later.

“She wishes.” Jungkook finally puts his attention on the two of you, a wide smile growing on his face.

“Shut up.”

“What? It’s true! Oh my god Jimin, you should of seen her face when she saw me walk out in this fit.” Jungkook stands tall, hands grabbing onto the material of his leather jacket,

“She was like “oh my god Jungkook you look so go—” You go to hit his stomach with your fist but thanks to his rock hard abs you only end up hurting yourself. “Fuck! Ow! What’s under your shirt?” you yell over the music.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He says with a wink.

The words ring a bell of familiarity in your head, each syllable echoing softly. A small smile forms on your lips and Jungkook gives you the softest smile in return. Did he just say the same line he used on you 3 years ago when you two met?

3 years ago

The music is booming so loudly you can’t even hear yourself think. This isn’t your first frat party and probably won’t be your last but you just can’t get use to it. You let your dormmate drag you to this stupid party only for her to ditch you in the first 10 minutes. Great.

You weave through the crowd trying to locate the kitchen to get your hands on the strongest drink you can find, lord knows you need it.

The kitchen is just as crowded as the rest of the house unfortunately. So many bodies. Bodies doing shots. Bodies doing shots off other bodies. Bodies playing games. Bodies grinding against other bodies. So many fucking bodies. It is honestly overwhelming. You walk towards the punch bowl, reaching for a red solo cup when another hand bumps into yours.

“Whoops sorry, go ahead.” The hand is attached to this boy—or man? Should you say man? He sure looks like one. He eyes you up and down before smiling down at you.

“Freshmen?” he asks.

You slump your shoulders, “Do I really look that outta place?” you pout.

“It’s not that…I just have a way of knowing.” He laughs. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

Namjoon, huh? He is cute that was for sure. “Y/N.” you say placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pretty!” he smiles, then his eyes look behind you. “Ay! Jungkook! What did I say?! No more Keg stands!!!!” Then Namjoon’s eyes are back on you, “Sorry Y/N gotta go, gotta take care of this brat.” Then walks past you to this mysterious Jungkook person.

Your eyes follow Namjoon as he rushes to whoever this Jungkook guy is. Namjoon pulls him to the side obviously scolding him for apparently doing too many keg stands. Jungkook looks like a small child who is about to get grounded, and you can’t help but giggle. Unfortunately, this caught Jungkook’s attention. He looks straight at you, his eyes narrowing. Wait a minute. You recognize him! He definitely looks like the same guy from your Lit class on Tuesday and Thursdays. Yup, you get one long good look at him and he is definitely the same heartthrob of a dude from your class. All the girls go crazy for this guy, you mean, you guess you get it. He is really hot. He’s got on a black t shirt and some ripped jeans, and tousled hair.

Jungkook looks at you again with furrowed brows then smirks. Fuck, you were staring. And got caught. You see Jungkook pat Namjoon on the shoulder a few times then walk past him, much to Namjoon’s annoyance.

And he’s walking towards….you. FUCK. In a total panic, you twirl around to face the wall, yes the fucking wall when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“’Scuse me?” a voice says from behind you. You’re not going to play dumb, you know who the voice probably belongs to. You stay facing the wall, like a fucking weirdo.

“Wanna turn around?” his voice is light and teasing and you can’t help the long release of breath before turning to face him. Wow. Up close he’s even more handsome….

“Hi?” you sputter out, completely unaware of how lame and shy you sound.

“Hey, like what you see?” he nods his head in the direction he just came from, clearly amused.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Apparently playing dumb is how you decide to go about this. You stare at him with a blank expression, swaying from side to side. Lucky for you it’s in beat with the music so you look kind of cool. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I mean, you kept staring at me so.”

“No, its…it’s not like that”

“Then, what’s it like?”

“I just…I thought I recognized you so…” you wipe your sweaty hands on your black denim skirt. “That’s all.” You finish, still looking at him like you haven’t done anything weird tonight.

“Anderson’s Lit class right?” he asks with a pointed look. “I recognized you too.” His smirk does things to your lower half but you shouldn’t be admitting that right now.

“Oh?” is all you manage to say.

Jungkook studies you for a few moments, his gaze so dark and intimidating and you feel so flushed with his eyes on you. Then he groans with fingers rushing through his messy hair,

“Do you understand this week’s assignment?”

He…he wants to talk about school?

“Yes, I do. Because this assignment is wack as fuck.”

OH. You must of asked that out loud.

“Yes, you did.”

Oh, that too.

“Umm, yeah. What aren’t you understanding?” you finally say something relevant.

“It’s just more like, I think it’s a stupid assignment.” He chuckles, “Oh, you got something—” he reaches his hand forward to your hair, his fingers brushing through your long strands, pulling back with a piece of string. “Got it.” He says with a sly smile.

HOW CHEESY!!!! But like, it still made the heartbeat in your vagina go boom boom.

“Ya know…” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours as he talks. You actually don’t even know what he is talking about but his lips move so quickly you try to follow them. Your eyes on his lips the whole time, you don’t even realize it.

“…and that’s why I think it’s stupid.” He finally finishes with an obnoxious laugh. “Hey—hey are you even listening?” he says, his lips in a pout. You would know because they are all you’ve been staring at.

“Huh?” you blink lazily up at him, “Oh. Yeah. I totally agree.”

Jungkook stares at you seriously for a second before breaking out into a cackle, yes a cackle like he’s some hysterical witch. Which sounds really unattractive but honestly you’re digging it.

“It’s okay, you weren’t listening. I guess I’m not that interesting, huh?”

“No no! You are!” You’re quick to say, your hands waving frantically in front of you.

“Oh? So you do find me interesting?” he smirks, folding his arms across his chest.

You scoff at his words, appreciating his moves on you with a sly smile.

“Are you always this smooth?” you ask, a light teasing tone laced in your voice.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He teases back.

Feeling so at home lost in your memories with Jungkook, you finally break free from the flashback. For some reason that’s a flashback you don’t mind reliving.

“Smooth.” You grin at Jungkook, you can’t help the blush that paints itself on your cheeks.

“For you? Always.” He grins back. You two just stare at one another, basking in the memories of your friendship.

“Okay, enough.” Jimin cuts in, his hands on both yours and Jungkook’s shoulders, “Either actually get a room and finally fuck or get on with your nights.”

You and Jungkook exchange awkward glances before turning towards the living room to join the party. Jimin is left at the houses entrance by the front door, totally dumbfounded. “these two idiots…” he scoffs under his breath, his eyes rolling so far back into his head.

Hours pass and you know what? The party isn’t as lame as you thought it might be. You are lost in the music on the living rooms dance floor with a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other.

“y/n!” you hear the call of one of your closest girlfriends.

“Trina!!!” you stumble towards her with a lopsided grin, you reach for her bringing her in for a long hug.

“Woah, someone’s drunk.” She laughs her loud laugh that you love so much. “And damn, the titty shirt is out tonight? Nice.”

“Not drunk” you giggle, and then continue to giggle again for no apparent reason.

“Right…” Trina slaps your back enthusiastically, “Where’s…” she then lowers her voice with a smirk, “lover boy?”

“who? Jungkook?” you ask with the tilt of your head.

Trina’s head pushes back with a confused expression, “What? No! I’m talking about…” she lowers her voice again, “Taehyung!”

OH. Right. You had texted Trina as soon as the whole ordeal with Taehyung unraveled. She knows of your long time crush and totally supports the idea of fake dating because as she puts it:

“Girl! This is your chance! Show him what a great girlfriend you would be, he would totally fall in love with you for real for real.”

And you have to say, you like where her head is at. Complete opposite of what Jungkook is always saying.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t see him around.” You sway side to side, your lit up phone catching your attention.

Jungkook 1:22am

Don’t come home tonight ;)

You can’t help but roll your eyes. How is he so quick?

Y/N 1:23am

Alreadyasydy tslked 2 Jiminie, staying w hum toniteeee.

Jungkook 1:24am

y/n…you’re not too drunk right?

Jungkook 1:27am

y/n????

You are back to shaking your ass with Trina by your side, the bass of the music thumping so loudly you can feel it vibrate your whole body. Body after body pushes into you, causing you to stumble every few seconds. But your grip on your refilled solo cup doesn’t loosen, not as you chug back your drink.

“Gonna grab another!” you slur, nodding your head towards the kitchen. Trina only gives you a thumbs up as she continues to dance with some random girl.

The walk to the kitchen feels like it’s taking forever, the way the walls swirl around you makes you feel sick. You stagger through the kitchens walk way when you feel two arms wrap around your middle.

“My girlfriend!” You hear the slur of words in your right ear, loud and clear.

You turn in the man’s hold with squinted eyes,

“Oh hi Tae.” You giggle, encasing him in a hug. Drunk y/n is way more confident. For some reason seeing him like this you don’t feel as nervous or awkward. Then you feel it. The weird, uncomfortable pang in your chest. Why is that? You look up at Taehyung when the sensation of guilt begins to surface. You remind yourself of the mission you’re on, completely ignoring the inner truth that tries to bubble over and smile at him.

Taehyung looks down at you with a goofy grin, his fingers digging into your waist to keep you steady.

“Oh, you’re drunk drunk.” He teases.

“Am not!” you shake away your confusing thoughts and giggle some more. “wanna take a shot with me?” you excitedly ask him, nodding in the direction of the liquor bottles.

“Hell yeah girl!” he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the counter.

“Y/N are you okay????” Taehyung voice is laced in concern as he holds you. Yes, the Kim Taehyung is holding you. “Shit, I shouldn’t have let you drink this much….” But like in a totally pathetic way.

“You…” you lean back, hitting his chest with your pointer finger, “Don’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink!” your voice buzzes as you fall forward but Taehyung catches you again.

“Right right…” he chuckles but then he looks concerned again. “We need to get you home…let’s call Jungkook.”

“No! we caaaannnnoottt do that…” your words are all jumbled together, Taehyung has a hard time understanding you.

“Where’s your phone?”

“Back pocket.” You wink. Like a fucking sleaze.

Taehyung looks conflicted, but in the end he reaches around for your phone and turns it on.

“Holy shit y/n… you have 8 missed calls from Jungkook. And whole lotta texts.”

Jungkook 1:30am

Are you okay??

Jungkook 1:40am

y/n…Youre a big girl so ill just assume youre okay.

Jungkook 3:02am

Just talked to jimin and you aren’t with him?? where are u??

Jungkook 3:18am

Answer your fukin phone

Jungkook 3:23am

Are you still at the party?

Jungkook 3:41am

You aren’t with Trina either? y/n where are you?

Jungkook 4:00am

Don’t make me go back there….pls just answer your phone so I know if youre like, idk fucking alive

Jungkook 4:10am

Fine im going to look for you

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses under his breath. “I gotta call him…I’m gonna call him okay?”

Your eyes go comically wide at Taehyungs words.

“No!”

“too late” he says, the phone to his hear.

“Hey man, no its me…Taehyung, yeah…yeah….she….” Taehyung eyes you carefully as he speaks on the phone, “She’s fine. She just has had maybe too much to dri—” Taehyung drags a hand down his tired face, “No for fucks sake I didn’t do anything to her. Really dude?”

You lean into Taehyungs space, trying to put your ear to the phone as well and Taehyung can’t help but laugh.

“I read all your texts to be honest…if you have a girl over…what? No, I’m saying y/n can just stay with me…”

Stay with Taehyung? That should make your heart race but—

You think all the alcohol is catching up to you at once and the world becomes even more blurred and a spinning mess. You would give anything to be cuddled up in your blankets with Jungkook taking care of you—wait, no. You don’t need Jungkook to take care of you. You have a perfectly good Taehyung who just offered his place to you.

“I swear man, I’ll take care of h—” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “she might be too drunk to talk….okay, I’ll ask her.” Taehyung lowers the phone and faces you.

“y/n.”

“Hm?” you blink lazily, swaying into Taehyungs chest. Oh no. You feel it, you feel the nausea building up in your tummy, making its way up your chest. On a scale of 1 to 10 how dead would you die if you threw up on Taehyung?

“Do you want Jungkook to come pick you up?”

Jungkook? Like, your Jungkook? Unfortunately for you, your eyes gloss over and probably also unfortunate for Taehyung as well as he looks at you with an alarmed expression . You feel sick. You want to go home. You want to sit on your bathroom floor and throw up in the toilet with Jungkook sitting next to you while he hums a soft tune to soothe you.

“Y-Yes.” You murmur shyly, you begin to sniffle and Taehyung begins to panic.

“Okay man yeah come pick her up.”

“want Jungkook…” you say as a few tears spill over. You are trying your hardest to keep the puke down but its threatening to exit your poor drunk body.

“I think she’s gonna be sick so please hurry…” Taehyung rushes to say over the phone before hanging up.

The next few minutes are a blur, you know Taehyung rushes you to the bathroom. He is overly sweet the whole time you see nothing but blurred, spinning images. He holds your hair back as your body threatens to release tonight’s dinner and says comforting words but nothing makes you feel better. The puke won’t make its guest appearance and your whole world is spinning at a inhumane pace. You’re about to give up on life and fall to the bathroom floor of this gross frat house and try to sleep when you hear him.

“Lemme in dude.” It’s Jungkook. You stir from your sleepy state and turn your head towards the door. He barges in, his eyes landing on you and they soften. He immediately falls to the floor to caress the back of your head and you immediately begin to sob. The tears are out of your control as they slide down your cheeks.

“Don’t...don’t...feel good.” You say between wails, gripping desperately onto his shirt.

“I know baby, I know.” He pulls you into his chest, his hand soothingly running up and down your back. “Has she thrown up yet?” Jungkook looks up at Taehyung with expectant eyes. Taehyung is so caught off guard while watching the two of you.

“uh, no.”

“Okay, can you leave us alone for a while?” Jungkook says somewhat harshly then his features soften as he whispers “She will probably be embarrassed later if you saw…”

“Right.” Taehyung says, his worried expression not going unnoticed by Jungkook. Then Taehyung is on his way out, but he turns one last time to get a look at you.

“feel better y/n” then he is out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Okay y/n…remember what you gotta do?”

“finger?” you slur.

“Yup. Put your finger…yes like that,” he says as you begin to push your finger down your throat to get yourself to throw up.

“I promise you’ll feel better.”

You begin gagging on your finger as you finally throw up in the toilet, Jungkook rubbing your back the entire time giving you words of encouragement.

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers.

Your face is a fucking mess. Your makeup smeared beyond belief. The black streaks from your tears marking your cheeks in the most horrific way. Jungkook watches you as you cry into his lap on the floor, his heart breaking at the sight. He hated when you drank too much and got like this. He should of never left you alone tonight.

“Jungkook?” you choke out, your tears still spilling from your dark eyes.

“Hm?” he responds, his fingers brushing back your hair.

“Did I ruin your night? Or did you still get some?” you chuckle pathetically.

“Don’t worry about that.” He brushes more hair out of your face, he lifts your head up and places it on a towel. He stands to his feet at the sink, reaching for a towelette and running it under warm water.

“Gonna clean your face okay?” he warns softly.

“kay…” you close your eyes when you feel the wet warmth of the towelette on your cheek. Jungkook is careful to clean you delicately, wiping away the makeup and leaving you spotless.

He’s back under you, your head in his lap and his hands back in your hair.

“you told me you were going to be with Jimin tonight yet you were with Taehyung…”

“It just happened like that” you whisper, sleep beginning to take over.

“I was…really worried about you when I didn’t hear from you, stupid.”

You smile at his words, his touch making you melt.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one allowed to get some Jungkook. I can be like you and have sex too if I want.”

“What are you talking about?” his hand stops in your hair.

“Would if I was getting some? That’s why I didn’t answer?”

“Were you?” his voice is low.

“Well, no—”

“Okay good.”

“Why is that good? Hm?” you open your eyes just a little bit, taking in the hazy world. “Wish it was you I was getting it on with?” you say quietly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I wanna go home.”

“take a nap first, okay?” his fingers begin playing in your hair again, “I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”

Your eyes are already closed when he says this, sleep already welcoming you in its warm embrace. “Kay” you murmur.

Jungkook plays with your hair as you snooze in his lap, he watches the rise and fall of your chest and wonders what it would be like to lay his head on it and sleep too.

Bbrrrr bbbrrrrr bbrrrr brrrrrr

A phone call. The most horrifying buzzing occurs next to your face as you sleep peacefully in your bed. Wait, how did you get home last night? You remember drinking and dancing the night away, you remember hanging out with Taehyung…oh no, you remember Jungkook coming to the rescue. Oh no...

You try to open your eyes, but the light from the sun is too damn blinding. You squint at what is in view. Right in front of you, you see black locks of hair poking out of the blanket, a dark blue blanket. You recognize this blanket. Jungkook’s blanket. You are in Jungkook’s bed. With Jungkook. This isn’t so surprising, you imagine you had refused to sleep in your own bed last night—

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr brrrr brrrrr

Right. Your phone.

You fumble the phone trying to pick it up and answer it when Jungkook groans next to you,

“Hurry up and answer it” he says, sliding deeper under the covers.

“Hello?” you croak out, your voice hoarse and honestly? Disgusting.

“Hey y/n!” This voice is way too damn chipper for whatever ungodly hour it is.

“Tae?”

“Good afternoon sleepy head! Did I wake you?” Afternoon? What time is it? You pull the phone away from your face to check the time.

2:06pm

Holy shit, you’ve slept the day away.

“No no,” you lie, “Just in bed…” you say sitting up from where you lay.

“Great! Do you think maybe I could…come over? We can discuss the whole fake dating thing.” He chuckles into the phone. COME OVER? Immediately you begin smoothing down your hair with your free hand and start to peel back the covers to get out of bed.

“Umm, when?” you glance over at sleeping Jungkook, his face mostly hidden behind the blanket.

“Maybe around 6? I could cook you dinner? I know you had a rough night…”

Fucking great. You don’t want to think of last night, you will die of fucking embarrassment.

“yeah…listen, you don’t have to do all that—”

“I want to!” Taehyung is quick to cut you off, “As your boyfriend—fake boyfriend it is my duty to take care of you!” you feel like you can see the boxy smile on his face. It makes you motherfucking swoon.

“Okay then, 6.” You smile into the phone. “Bye tae.”

You bring the phone down into your lap, clicking the end button. Dinner with Taehyung? Like a date? You can’t help but feel internally giddy at the thought. You squeal for a second before Jungkook speaks up.

“What’s at 6?” he peeks from under the covers, his voice husky and groggy.

“Oh… nothing” you sing, a bright smile on your face.

“Something with Tae?” he begins to sit himself up as well.

“We’re just going to have dinner and talk about the whole fake dating thing.” You beam.

“You’re still doing that shit?”

Automatically you go from super excited to annoyed. Only Jungkook can do that to you.

“It’s harmless, Jungkook. Plus…”

“plus what?” he raises a single brow.

“Trina says this is a good opportunity…”

“y/n I have told you not to get too involved with this guy, but you don’t listen to me.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, then bows his head down in defeat.

“But whatever, learn your fucking lessons by yourself.”

You can’t help but feel like Jungkook is once again looking down at you, like you aren’t good enough for Taehyung. Your breaths become unsteady as you just stare at your best friend like he isn’t constantly hurting your feelings on the matter.

“I—I will be fine. I want him, Jungkook. And this is—this is a good opportunity to show him I can be a good enough girlfriend ya know—”

“Just stop.” Jungkook cuts you off in a harsh tone. “I never said you weren’t good enough? You’re just not what he wants.” Jungkook can see how his words break you further. “Fuck. Forget I said that, y/n…”

“Why can’t he want me?”

Jungkook hates just how quietly you ask that…he hates how defeated you sound, how defeated you look…your head hanging low with no attempt to even look at him.

“He’s just…”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t answer that” You stand from the bed and begin walking towards his door. You look down to see you’re wearing nothing but Jungkook’s t shirt and some panties, you groan at your own shamelessness when you hear the rushed ruffling of the comforter behind you and the plop of feet landing on the ground. Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Just move on y/n…”

I’m fucking trying to, is what you want to say but instead you opt for a harsh ‘leave me alone’ as you exit his room.

You spend the next couple of hours pampering yourself, you had a rough night and you totally deserve a piece of cake, this bubble bath and face mask. You want to feel relaxed but you can’t get the image of Jungkook out of your head. You hate it when the two of you fight. You mean, to others this would hardly come off as a ‘fight’ but you and Jungkook never really have negative energy. So, yes. It’s a fight. He’s the last person in the world you want to fight with. Yet here you are.

But then the image of Taehyung cooking you dinner enters your mind and somehow you feel a little more at ease. Was this a date? You giggle to yourself, blowing bubbles that reaches your lips as you sink deeper into the tub. You have an hour before Taehyung was to arrive at your apartment…your shared apartment. God, you hope Jungkook takes a hint and goes and hangs out with Jimin or something.

You finally rise from the tub and dry off your now freshly cleansed body. The scent of lavender fills the air and you feel satisfied with how your bath turned out.

You read the clock…5:30pm and you know it’s time to get dressed.

You settle for some high waisted shorts and a white tank top with a purple bralette where the straps are generously shown. Looking into the mirror, you decide to do light makeup and tinted lip balm. You don’t want to try too hard for the boy you’re trying to woo.

And bam. 6pm right on the dot you hear the door being lightly knocked. You begin walking towards the front door but stop to see if Jungkook is in his room or not. He’s not. Relief washes over you as you continue to walk towards the front door. But where did he go? You’re relieved he isn’t home but feel anxious that you don’t know where he could have gone. Maybe to Jimin’s? Maybe to some random girls? Somehow this makes you feel more anxious. You shake away those thoughts and swing the front door open.

“Hey there.” Taehyungs boxy grin is enough to get you pregnant. Like, god damn. He looks amazing. He’s got dress pants and some floral shirt and his hair looks slightly wet. That’s not the only thing slightly wet. You internally cringe at your thought.

“Hey Tae, come on in.” you open the door wider to let the boy through. He walks past you and makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, setting down a bag of what you assume is probably groceries.

“You like spaghetti?” he asks excitedly, almost like a child.

“Who doesn’t?” you smirk walking his way and sitting down at the breakfast table. “Need any help?” you offer.

“Not at all.” Taehyung begins unpacking his things and gets to work in the kitchen. You watch in awe, your head nuzzled in your hands as he does his thing.

“Dinner was amazing Tae.” You go to compliment the chef. It really was. The noodles were long and soft and the sauce was very flavorful. Did you really just compliment the length and softness of fucking noodles? Wow, you are whipped. You almost wish Taehyung was your roommate and not useless in the kitchen Jungkook. Oh. Jungkook. The thought of him enters your mind and it has you hurting. You may be having a blast with your crush but you and your best friend are still in the middle of a fight. About said crush. But this really is your chance. You can get Taehyung to like you, maybe even fall for you. And you need this. You need this. So you can’t give up, no matter what Jungkook says.

“Not as amazing as you” Taehyung winks but then his face drops, “Sorry that was cheesy, wasn’t it?” he drags a hand down his handsome face. “I suck at flirting.”

You look up at him, completely intrigued.

“You’re trying to flirt with me?” you can’t help but to smile slyly.

“Of course I am!” Taehyung laughs loudly then reaches for his backpack in the chair next to his and pulls out a notebook.

“So I wrote some ideas for this whole fake dating thing.” He becomes just a tad more serious as a nervous grin lights up his face.

“Oh really? Should I have a look?” you say reaching for the notebook with grabby hands, “Gimme!”

Taehyung chuckles while pulling the notebook to his chest, “No! Miss Greedy.” He teases. “How about I just read them and we can discuss?”

“fine.” You pout, “Whatever you say.”

“Whatever I say? I like the sound of that.” He smirks then his eyes fall to the paper in front of him. “First, we should go on dates…like all the time. The more time we spend together the more believable it’ll be. Ya know?”

“Okay, makes sense. Makes sense.”

“Second, we should attend all parties together and leave together too.” Then his eyes go wide, “I just mean—like don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get you home.”

You can’t help but giggle, nodding your head to his words.

“Third, we should post each other on social media! For example, I can take a picture of tonight’s date and post it on the gram.”

“Tonight was a date?” you ask, a delighted smile making its way on your face.

“Well, yeah…” he answers shyly.

“anything else?” you question, leaning your head in your hands as you look into his big brown eyes.

“Well….. there is one more thing I wrote down….” He answers awkwardly. His eyes sliding to the side to avert your gaze.

“oh? What is it?” you try to take a peek at the paper, curiosity getting the best of you—as usual.

“I’ll just let you read it…” he then pushes the notebook on the table in your direction, you excitedly pick it up and skim the paper. You look at all the things he wrote down, smiling because he even added his own tips.

Buy her flowers.

Movie dates?

Netflix and chill

Cook her dinner

How cute. He even added little doodles. Your eyes continue to skim the page as your smile grows at how much thought he has put into this. Your heart is beating out of your chest…you know this is all fake and for show but you cannot help how happy its making you feel. You continue to smile and hum as your eyes skim lower and lower until you see the last thing on his list.

No Jungkook.

Huh? Your smile begins to falter. No Jungkook? What does that even mean? You look up to meet Taehyungs eyes. He’s already anxiously staring at you.

“I don’t understand?” you breathe out, “What does that mean?”

“No Jungkook.” He half whispers.

“You—you realize he is my best friend? Why no Jungkook?” you pinch your brows together in confusion.

“It’s just…” Taehyung begins to explain himself, “You two are awfully close. And people already get the wrong idea about you two. Like, all the fucking time. Even I think sometimes…that’s not important. It just means for one month, you’re mine. And I don’t want people to get the wrong idea if you’re always with Jungkook.” He pulls at the hair at his neck. “Is this making sense?” Taehyung looks flustered trying to get out all of his words.

“It would make me look pathetic don’t you think? That my supposed girlfriend is always with some other guy? I mean, y/n it’s just for one month…”

One month without Jungkook? Would you really choose a boy over your best friend? Even if only for a month?

“Tae… I don’t know.” You look down at your hands as your breathing begins to pick up.

“I can’t just abandon my best friend for an entire month…”

“I mean, you guys live together so it’s not like you won’t be seeing him. Just in public…ya know?”

Taehyung has a point, you try to reason. If you have a boyfriend it’s only natural to spend most of your time with them. But it still felt wrong. But… a part of you feels like this is a good idea, actually. You’ve always been meaning to put at least some distance between you and Jungkook, ya know, for your own sake. But this feels wrong. You’re about to decline his request when you hear the front door open and Jungkook’s shuffles in. He has his airpods in and doesn’t even spare you a glance. He walks straight to his bedroom and slams the door shut.

You feel embarrassed in front of your guest that your roommate and also yeah, your best fucking friend didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Uh, he’s in a mood” you try covering for Jungkook. Then you feel the buzz of your phone and you go to check it

Jungkook 8:02pm

Watching you fawn over him is just pathetic, but like, good luck.

All you see is red. Jungkook once again shitting on your love life and raining on your god damn parade. You know what? This is your chance with Taehyung and you aren’t going to let your bratty best friend ruin that for you.

“You know what, Tae?” you say setting your phone on the table.

“Yeah?”

“You’re right. I agree with your list.”

“Wait—you do? Even the Jung—”

“Yup.”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side as a wide grin makes its way across his face, “should we shake on it?” he asks with his hand pushed out in front of you.

You take his hand in yours, squeezing tightly before you pull him in and seal the deal with a quick kiss. Taehyung’s shocked expression makes you giggle, “Thought that would make it more official”

“I like having you as a girlfriend already.”

One month without Jungkook? Bring it on.

[goldencuffs]

familial

@lamenweek day four: family

Like clockwork, Laurent arrives at eight in the evening on Friday, and the entire Vallis household bursts to life.

Sitting in the poorly lit alfresco, Damianos listens as Laurent makes his way down the hallway, room by room. In the living room, Theomedes’ laugh is loud and booming; it’s the first happy noise he’s made all week. In the kitchen, Egeria’s voice is sweet as she offers Laurent thirteen different dishes because he’s too thin.

Kastor is in the shower, but Damen swears the sound of running water amplifies under Laurent’s presence.

The night is warm and sticky, alive with the start of summer. Damen’s t-shirt is clinging to him, damp at the nape. It hadn’t bothered him through dinner, but now he becomes wholly conscious of it as he hears Laurent’s approaching footsteps.

The door slides open. “Hello, you,” Laurent’s voice is a gentle lull amongst the stars.

Damen turns, terrified and excited. His lungs seize up, because Laurent is the most beautiful, warm person he’s ever known.

He’s dressed magnificently tonight, like always. The material of his shirt is light, expensive. There’s a silk ribbon cinched around his waist, and his leather boots cost more than Damen’s monthly salary.

He hasn’t done his hair; it falls into his eyes, and when he pushes it back behind his ear, Damen falls in love all over again.

“Hey,” Damen smiles, so wide it splits his face. “You’re stunning.”

Laurent flushes. Damen can’t see it, but he knows Laurent like himself.

Laurent peers over at the garden. “Did Theomedes plant more tulips?”

“Yeah,” Damen says, still grinning, pleased that Laurent notices these things about his family home. “He spent four whole days trying to rearrange them into the colours of the rainbow.”

Laurent smiles, looking charmed. He comes and sits next to Damen on the sagging couch, close. Damen can smell his cologne, Voyage d’Hermes. Laurent sprays it on everything: his pillow, his bedsheets, his bag, the pinked skin behind his ear.

Their knees touch. Laurent reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the lighter Damen gifted him for his twenty-first and a pack of cigarettes.

The flame dances across Laurent’s face as he lights his cigarette. There’s something pale and shimmery applied to his eyelids, and it keeps changing colour.

Damen is obsessed with it—especially when he catches it flickering against Laurent’s collarbones.

Damen knows his smile is goofy, smitten. Alone like this, he doesn’t care.

When he touches Laurent’s knee, Laurent shifts a little closer, and then passes over his cigarette.

Damen doesn’t smoke, but he always does with Laurent, because the intimacy of it drives him wild. There’s something illicit about putting his mouth at the dampened end, which has been marked by Laurent’s tongue and spit.

The smoke is pungent. It fills the air around them, like a comforting hug.

In the quiet, Damen can feel grateful for his life. He’s young, in love, and has the attention of the world’s most gorgeous man.

Laurent says, “Work alright?”

“Yeah,” Damen says. “Finally figured out which kid has been writing ‘fuck’ for spelling homework.”

Laurent raises an eyebrow. “Nicaise?”

“Fucking Nicaise,” Damen says, laughing. “I don’t think I even knew that word at six, fucking hell.”

“I did,” Laurent smirks, mischievous, his eyes sparkling. It dulls the glitter.

Damen’s breath catches, and he coughs on the next exhale.

Laurent pats his back, laughing, and the sound is magical.

Damen could look at him forever.

Laurent’s smile slowly falls off his face, and he gives Damen a small, quizzical look.

The sliding door opens, and Kastor’s hulking figure comes out onto the alfresco. His hair is still a little damp, curling over his ears. His three piece suit is freshly pressed, stretching over his broad chest.

He looks over at Damen with steel in his eyes. “Cuddling without me?”

Shoving the last half of the cigarette into Damen’s fumbling fingers, Laurent springs to his feet, his smile like sunshine. He makes a graceful leap over Damen’s outstretched legs to Kastor, flinging his arms around him.

“You shaved!” Laurent sounds young, delighted, completely enamoured. “This must be a very fancy dinner.”

The ice in Kastor melts away. He gazes at Laurent with hunger, with wonder. “I told you it was.” He pushes the hair away from Laurent’s forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” The response is painfully shy. Laurent presses his painted fingertips to the tiny mole on the underside of Kastor’s chin and then his dimple. “I’ve missed these.”

Kastor kisses Laurent then, and Laurent falls into it sweetly, his moans soft and reverent in the night.

Damen turns away, dragging on the cigarette, the smoke now acrid, clinging to the inside of the lungs like tar.

Laurent murmurs something softly in Veretian when he pulls away. Damen hears the word love, and he hates it.

“Give me a sec, yeah?” Kastor says into Laurent’s ear, and Laurent goes, always willing to listen.

He kisses Kastor again before walking back inside, biting his lip on a smile when Kastor swats his ass.

Two seconds after Laurent has gone back inside, he quickly reappears in the doorway. “Shit, sorry, Damen! See you!”

Damen waves at him, stomach curling with a familiar bitterness. Laurent always seems to forget about him the moment Kastor walks into a room.

When he leaves again, Kastor assesses Damen with an equally familiar coolness.

“What?” Damen finally snaps, stubbing out the cigarette.

To his surprise, Kastor comes over to sit next to him, unbuttoning his suit jacket around the middle.

This close, Damen can feel their thighs touching, and he jerks in surprise, staring at Kastor with wide eyes.

Kastor’s expression is more open, boyish than Damen remembers. Without his beard, he looks younger, the cut of his eyebrows less severe, his mouth more pronounced.

Kastor presses his forehead to Damen’s shoulder. Damen stills in shock.

“Please,” Kastor says in a quiet voice. “Please just let me have this.”

Damen moves away, face hot. “I haven’t fucking done anything!” he snaps, his defensiveness heating his words.

Kastor closes his eyes. “I see how you look at him, Damen. Please, please don’t. Don’t pull your usual shit. I love him. Don’t take him away from me.”

Damen’s armpits are damp now. “My usual shit,” he repeats flatly.

But Kastor doesn’t rise to the bait. He looks miserable. “Yeah,” he says. “Your usual shit.”

And Damen knows. He thinks of Jokaste, Kyra, Lykaois, Erasmus, Kallias, and something unravels in him.

He swallows, turns away.

“Please,” Kastor says again. “I’m asking as your brother.”

Egeria used to call Kastor and Damen two halves of one soul. They’d been close, had remained close, despite everything. They’d seen the worst of each other, and the best like any other family would. Egeria had even joked that sometimes, it seemed like they had been split in half, because Damen’s dimple was on the left, and Kastor’s on the right.

It’s the guilt that chokes Damen—because he’s thought time and time again in these last two years how easy it would be to have Laurent, if he really tried. If he caught Laurent in a moment of weakness.

Now, he says, “Whatever,” and makes sure his tone suggests the end of the conversation.

Kastor is silent for a while. Then he stands up with a sigh.

Damen doesn’t plan on saying it, but when Kastor is crossing the doorway, he says, “He’s going to say yes. You don’t have to be worried.”

For a second, Kastor looks confused. Then his fingers press against his thigh, the place where Damen had felt the tiny box.

“Yeah, I know,” Kastor says, finally. “Don’t let it kill you, alright?”

It’s said firmly, softly: a big brother bestowing advice to his younger brother.

Damen doesn’t answer, and Kastor leaves, eager to get back to his lover.

[crybabykiko]

could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

I feel like you've given most spn related things some lil spice but I always love the spice on this : hot spicy take on the "Dean is the most horrible character and ruins everyone's life and Sam and Cas are poor little meow meows who only do bad things sometimes because tyran Dean farted in their direction" takes that are not really only said by anti-Dean peeps ? Obsessed with that incredible thesis and would love the added spice ❤

SPICY HOT HOT GHOST PEPPERS CAROLINA REAPERS HELP I'M BURNING

I really try to respect other people’s opinions, and I believe there are a wealth of ways to interpret a story, and I think that’s a deeply beautiful thing. This applies to interpretations I don't agree with and outright dislike as well. That said, some opinions are simply and objectively bad, dishonest, and/or demonstrably false, and I truly do not believe you can sit down and honestly watch through the show with an open mind about all the characters, truly pay attention to what they do, say, and believe, and come to the conclusion that this show is about an evil manipulative abusive man terrorizing his pure and sinless brother and friend. It is an interpretation built from cherry picking facts to suit an ugly, miserable theory, making Mount Everest out of a bunch of the tiny mole hills, making the worst possible presumptions of feelings and intentions, and holding characters to completely different standards in order to neatly divide them into "abused" and "abuser" in a way that, frankly, fetishizes the abused person. I despise this interpretation of the story with every fiber of my being, and I have absolutely no respect for the opinion of anyone who peddles it, regardless of who they cast as villain/victim (because people have also done this with the others—it’s just more “popular” to do it with Dean... I mean... does anyone else remember how people were shitting on Sam after his emotional reaction in 14.12? Calling him an evil abuser? Because I do).

The thing that always gets me about this take isn't just how dishonest, unfair, mean-spirited, and compassionless it is in its treatment of Dean’s feelings, circumstances, and intentions... but how deeply reductive and offensive it is toward Sam and Castiel, sucking away their identities to turn them into effigies to mourn for their sad, Stockholm syndrome-esque attachment to their "abuser". Further, it grips the heart of the show—the relationship between Sam and Dean, and then the relationship among TFW as a whole—in a tight, uncompromising fist and pulverizes it. It literally rips out the heart of the show (the RELATIONSHIPS) and replaces it with something unprepossessing of any merit: A miserable, 15 years long story about a malicious abuser getting away with terrorizing those closest to him for his entire life, while his poor abuse victims suffer through until they die for him/happy to be reunited with him because they “don’t know any better” and never ever learned better, I guess. What a stupid, sad sack of a story.

Castiel is a thousands of years old celestial being who has literally beaten Dean into the pavement under no form of mind control, and has shown over and over again that he will do whatever the hell he wants, regardless of whatever Dean thinks about being sidelined. If he thinks whatever he is doing is in Dean's best interest, he literally does not care how Dean feels about it. He will nod and smile and then fly off and swallow thousands of souls with Dean begging him not to, shove Dean out of the way to attack the big bad, leave Dean alone in Purgatory, refuse to come out of Purgatory so he can self-flagellate, fly off with the angel tablet, help Sam with the Book of the Damned, let Lucifer possess him without anyone's knowledge or agreement, come into Dean's room under the guise of apologizing for ghosting him so that he can steal The Colt out from under his pillow and murder someone, decide not to murder that person and still prevent Sam and Dean from helping by knocking them both unconscious, get himself killed, make a deal to trade his life for Jack's and never tell anyone, hide information and worries and ignore phone calls, ghost Sam and Dean, and bicker and fight with Dean as if they are a married couple. Love sickness and feelings of worthlessness (which Cas has a wealth of reasons to feel—many of which aren’t even related to Dean but to his heavenly family) are reinterpreted as the result of some sort of constant, terrorizing emotional abuse. Power and authority that Dean does not actually have is forced into his hands by these fans. Maybe listen when Cas says, “Hey—not everything is your fault.” Maybe listen when he says “I loved the whole world because of you”, calls Dean a role model, says he enjoys their conversations, offers to die with him and dies for him multiple times. Maybe treat these feelings as genuine and valid and HIS and not as the delusions of some poor manipulated baby. 

Sam is framed this way even more often than Cas, and it's a damn shame, because what I typically see is this: Sam’s development into a mediator and peacemaker is twisted and reinterpreted as coming from a place of weakness and/or fear. Rationality, maturity, wisdom, and compassion are not the traits of a scared, powerless child. They are the traits of a mature adult, who has been beaten down by life, and fought and raged against his circumstances, and somehow come out of it with more kindness and understanding and strength instead of less. He has made his own decisions whenever it was possible, within the set of circumstances doled out to him. From telling his dad to go fuck himself and going to college, to getting back into hunting to avenge Jess (NOT because of Dean—Dean took him home without complaint at the end of the woman in white case), to continuing to hunt after their father died because he wanted to feel close to him (Dean was actually weirded out and sort of disgusted by this), raging and fighting to save Dean from his deal against Dean’s wishes, continuing to hunt and working with Ruby (directly against Dean’s dying wish), drinking demon blood, jumping in the cage, leaving hunting to go be with Amelia, coming back to hunting to save Kevin, fighting with Dean over what he had with Amelia and threatening to leave if Dean didn't shut his mouth, leaving Amelia to go back to hunting (Dean ultimately suggests he go back to her—Sam chooses to stay), trying to kill Benny, demanding to be the one to do The Trials and saying he is going to SURVIVE them—that being the ENTIRE POINT, losing that resolve in a fit of depression but choosing to drop the knife, demanding space from Dean (and being given it), fighting to save Demon Dean who didn’t want to be found or saved, using the Book of the Damned against Dean’s wishes, telling Charlie that this is what he wants—that he used to want normal but now all he wants is to hunt with Dean and that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can’t have that, unleashing the Darkness in his desperation to keep Dean with him and even saying, “I would do it again” in the aftermath, saving the town being destroyed by Amara, getting into The Cage with Lucifer, leading a team against the British Men of Letters, nurturing Jack, punching Dean in the face when he was going to sacrifice himself, leading more hunters, wielding a gun against Chuck... and that’s just some highlights. Sam Fucking Winchester does not need your bullshit about him being some sad, scared, helpless baby lorded over by mean old Dean who has never let him do anything he wants. 

Yes, in the text itself, there is jealousy and resentment at times, and there is legitimate and righteous anger on Sam’s part on a few occasions. There is blame cast on Dean by Sam for some of these choices/circumstances. Some of those moments where Dean is blamed are legitimate, and some of them... frankly, are not. Within the framework of the fucked up dynamics of the way they were raised, Sam and some fans bristle when they feel Dean is casting himself as the parent he is not, but Sam also has been guilty in the past of trying to reframe himself as Dean’s child when things got tough. Neither of them is responsible for the origin of that dynamic, but they BOTH have responsibility to change it, and they both, ultimately, succeed in doing so. For Sam, his part comes in recognizing and learning to fully own his own choices. Recognizing that he is not a child, and he is certainly not Dean’s child, and it isn’t just “Mummy—loosen the grip”, but Sam has to too—not claim independence only to blame Dean for his choices when his own decisions have an ultimate outcome he is unhappy with. That is a legitimate arc that Sam goes through imo, but he comes out the other side of it, and he and Dean relate to each other much better as peers from then on—and I’d like to note that throughout the entire series, when they don’t relate as perfect peers and teammates, it isn’t always Dean “bossing Sam around”, but Sam also trying to sideline Dean and yes—boss him around. And when they lied and hurt each other and yes, even manipulated each other, Dean most certainly wasn't always the one doing the lying and hurting and manipulating. Always, always, ALWAYS, they both had an understandable point of view, and it was complex, and you could understand why they made the choices they did, even if you thought of those choices as being wrong ones. 

I also would like to point out (because this is basically what I see all of the time) that Dean being hurt by someone or simply voicing his feelings or opinion is in no way abusive or manipulative. Dean is certainly charismatic and loved and his returning love and respect is often deeply desired, but he is not an actual siren, who bends people to his will simply by speaking or being. People are, in fact, able to tell him “no”, and frequently FREQUENTLY do. Further more, no one is owed his affection, his unwavering loyalty, or his trust. He has a right to his boundaries, regardless of if it makes some poor sad sap feel deprived of the “wellspring of coveted love” while he works through things. He can be hurt and angry, and he can wear his heart on his sleeve at times, and he can be flawed, and broken. [Insert Castiel's speech from 15.18 here]. So can Sam. So can Cas. None of them are manipulating each other by virtue of getting angry, feeling hurt, being traumatized, needing space, or having differing opinions or feelings. Sam didn’t punch Dean in the face in 14.12 because he's a cruel, manipulative abuser trying to force Dean under his thumb. He didn’t work behind Dean’s back with Ruby, insist on doing The Trials, beg Dean to use Doc Benton’s alchemy, use the Book of the Damned to cure Dean, pump him full of blood to cure him of being a demon despite the fact that it might kill him, or scream at him and fight him for wanting to get in the Ma’lak box because he “doesn’t respect his autonomy” and “wants to control him” and “doesn’t respect his right to his own body”. He did it because he loves him desperately, and Dean could stand to fucking hate himself less, and he fiercely wanted Dean to live even when Dean didn’t want to or couldn’t picture what that could be like. He didn’t force Dean to do anything simply by opening his mouth to voice disagreement and swaying Dean when he did so. Now reverse that. 

Cas didn't beat Dean into the ground in season 5 because he wanted to terrorize him into never going against Castiel ever again. He didn’t go behind his back dozens of times, sideline him, go MIA, all because he wanted to manipulate and control Dean and punish him. He didn’t throw sassy remarks at him to shatter his self-esteem. Now reverse that. 

*Breathes*

Anyway, fuck "X is abusive” interpretations. 

[mindofharry]

in which harry and florence think you’re beautiful <3

Harry and Florence first saw you at an art museum. 

It was your first day working as a tour guide, but everyone seemed to love you. You had on the brightest dress, it was short, yellow and full of flowers. Your hair was curled and framed your face perfectly, if you looked close enough you could see the freckles dotting your nose and the small mole just above your upper lip. How cold anyone dislike this ray of sunshine? The couple didn’t know you but they just knew they had to. You were something special, an enigma. And Harry and Florence just had to talk to you. So after that day, they came back. Specifically asking for the girl in the yellow dress, today you were in green but the other tour guide knew exactly who they were talking about.

You had been working at this museum for a week now. You’re in college studying art and history, so this job was the perfect fit. You would’ve been happy with any other job, you know anything to pay the bills and put food on the table, right? But it does help when you actually like the job. The people were nice, the tourists were incredibly kind and you just really loved talking about art. If you got to do this for the rest of your life, you’d be pretty okay with that.

“I’m looking for a the tour guide in the yellow dress?” Harry asked and your manager, Craig, nodded smiling to himself. He walked into the back room and pointed in the couples direction.

“You been specifically requested. Do you want me to tell them to wait or?” He asked and you grinned shaking your head, clearing up your lunch. “I’m done my food, wouldn’t want to them waiting while i’m just sitting around in here!” You said putting your trash in the bin and walking out of the staff room.

Even though you had been working here a week, you had made friends with a good few regulars. People loved your bubbly personality and your energy, so they started requesting you. It’s a definite boost to the ego, but your delighted people are happy with your service. It makes you happy that they’re happy.

You walked out of the staff room with a glint in your eyes and a skip in your step. The couple smiled to themselves when they saw you, this time your dress was bright green — still with flowers though. It suited you and your personality.

The couple were beautiful. The woman had blonde hair, and it was done in braid resting on her bare shoulder. Her eyes were wide and gorgeous. She had the prettiest smile, and you couldn’t help but think she was the most gorgeous girl you had ever seen. If she hadn’t been in a relationship, you probably would’ve asked her out. The man, oh god. He was tall, maybe 6ft and had tattoos all down his arms. His hair was brown and curly, and complimented his forest green eyes. They were both tanned, like they had just gotten back from a holiday. God, they were a good looking couple.

You held your hand for them to shake, your grin only widening. “Hi, I’m Y/N your tour guide. Nice to meet you both!” You said shaking their hands. “I’m harry and this is my partner florence” Harry said and you nodded, slightly surprised at the accent. You pulled yourself away from your daydreaming and clapped your hands.

“Have you been here before?” You asked walking a bit a head of them.

“Yeah, actually. We were here last week” Florence said and you smiled sweetly at her. “Ooh! I love people who love museums! Now we can have a proper chat about these paintings” You said winking at them.

Harry and Florence were enamoured by you. They looked to each other and nodded, silently agreeing on what to do next.

“This is my favourite piece. It’s called the birth of venus” You said and stood in the middle of the couple.

“It’s beautiful” Florence nodded and harry agreed. They were both standing very close to you, you blushed at the thought of it. The thought of harry bending you, while florence stripped down your dress. You thought of how harry would kiss down you back, while florence licked up and down your clit.

You cleared your throat as the couple smirked to themselves.

“Sandro Botticelli is one of my favourite artists. A fun fact actually, the nudity in this painting was rather daring and usual for that time” You said and they both nodded.

“You’re smart” Harry said and you shrugged. “Thank you, just know a lot about art. I’m studying art and history in college, so kind of have to remember some of it” You teased and florence giggled to herself.

“Hey, we’re about to go out for a bit of food. Would you like to join us? We’d love to get to know you better seen as we’re going to be visiting more often”

You bit your lip and your eyes widened. We’re they asking you out? And visiting more often? Your mind (and vagina) were on overdrive. You never had people asking you out, let alone two at a time. But you weren’t against, you were open to trying new things. And florence and harry seemed nice, and you were getting a little peckish.

“Yeah, that sounds nice”

Florence smiled and harry smirked to himself.

“Hey, i hope this isn’t too straight forward, but we like you. We saw you here last week and couldn’t help coming back. You’re a cutie” Florence said and you flushed smiling to yourself. “You guys are too kind. Lunch and compliments? Take time to bed already” You joked, but you saw the glint in the couples eyes change slightly.

“Oh, we plan to” Harry said holding onto your hand and pulling both you and florence back the front so you could clock out.

“Hey, Craig! I’m gonna clock out early, if that’s ok?” You asked grabbing your stuff from your cubby hole. He nodded quickly and stood up. “No problem, it’s not too busy today and you have no other guides to do. I’ll call you back in if i need you” He said and you smiled gratefully waving at him before leaving.

“You ready?” Harry asked slipping his hand into yours again. You nodded and let him pull you out of the museum. A black range rover was parked out front, you could recognise florence in the drivers seat. She waved and winked at you.

“This is a nice car” You said hopping in the back. Florence pouted at you sitting alone in the back, but you just smiled at her. You liked the space.

“Brand new.” Harry said messing with the radio. “Ok, so where too ladies?” He asked and you bit your lip leaning foward in your seat.

“How about we skip the lunch and get straight to the chase, huh?”

Harry and florence smirked.

“And what’s the chase?” Harry asked and you trailed your finger down his arm.

“You fucking me, or i don’t know florence eating me out?” You said and the look in their eyes got darker. Your panties were drenched, and your lips were pink because of how much you were biting it.

“Yeah, we can definitely do that”

[zafirosreverie]

I already had it all (Carla x reader)

For @midnight-lestrange i hope you like it!

a/n: i didn't put the smut scene here because this was already too long. But let me know if you want me to write it!

a/n 2: I...I really didn't watch Ty's scenes. I just skipped them so, I'm sorry if this was OOC for him. But I won't apologise for anything else bc we all know Carla deserved a girlfriend.

#GiveCarlaAGirlfrendChallenge

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You rolled your eyes and sighed when Carla came into the house crying. You didn't even ask, you already knew the story.

Isis looked at her daughter, then at you and subtly took her grandson's arm to leave you two alone. Jackson didn't even bother to look at his mom as he got up. They said goodbye to you before disappearing into their rooms. You didn't turn to the woman until you saw Jackson close his door.

Carla looked at you for a moment, feeling like a stranger in her own home.

"What did he do now?" you said.

Usually, you'd run to her side, hug her, and let her cry for a while while she sobbed and told you whatever it was that made her fight with Ty at the time. God, how you hated that man.

Not only did he have an amazing woman like Carla at his feet, but he also had the door open for a beautiful (if a bit messy) family. And the only thing that seemed to matter to him was how good was his girlfriend in bed.

Hell, the guy hadn't even bothered to properly introduce himself to the son of the woman he was fucking!! Isis had told you how he had shown up at Christmas, making out with Carla while Jackson just waved from the table.

It made you want to throw up.

Although, the woman was not helping either. Carla was your best friend, she had been for years! She was the first to welcome you to the spa, the one who made you laugh at your worst and made you do stupid things when she took you to the bar.

You loved spending time with her.

But Ty...he had changed her. You didn't want to be unfair to him, but since he hadn't bothered to introduce himself to you either, you'd still hate him. Well...you would hate him even if he turned out to be a nice guy, because he had what you couldn't.

You weren't sure exactly when you started falling in love with your best friend, but you did. For months you had become aware of how much you loved her, how much you wanted to be with her at every possible moment, how butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard her laugh, how your cheeks would blush when you were too close to her. You loved everything about her.

And everything that came with the woman. You got along wonderfully with Isis, who was seriously trying to be a better mother to her daughter. And you couldn't even begin to describe the love you felt for Jackson. That boy was a treasure! And it broke your heart that most seemed to prefer to ignore him.

"Y/N, are you even listening to me?" Carla's voice brought you back to the present.

"No" you admitted, looking straight at her "Not really"

Carla looked at you as if you had grown another head. She didn't expect you to say that. The woman didn’t know what was happening with you lately, you were usually tender, kind and supported her in everything. But in the last few weeks, you have become more distant and cold.

Although only with her. It seemed that the further you got away from Carla, the closer you got to Isis. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt a pang of jealousy and fear that her mother was stealing her...her best friend. It didn't make a lot of sense, but...

"Break up with him" you said suddenly

"What?" she blinked

"Break up with Ty" you repeated "Carla, he's not good for you. He's hurting you."

"That is not true"

"Then why did you come crying?" you crossed your arms

"You would know if you had listened to me" she told you, crossing her arms too

"I'm not talking about just now and we both know it" you said "This has been going on for weeks Carla!"

"It's not true" she insisted

"It's a routine at this point. You go out with him, disappear for hours, Jackson calls me to go get him, I stay here until you come back with tears in your eyes, I listen to you, you ‘break’ with him for a few days and then he smiles and you fall again. We all know the routine Carla! Isis doesn't even risk burning the kitchen anymore! She just waits until I get home to make dinner"

"Mom dines with you?" she asked, feeling that terror and jealousy build up inside her.

"And with Jackson" you reminded her.

"Since when?"

"Since you started ditching them for Ty, but that's not the point!" you frowned "The point is that you are no longer you, Carla, and it's his fault"

"That is not true!" she growled "I'm as me as ever"

"No" you said to her "The Carla I knew loved herself, wanted to rebuild a relationship with her mother and loved her son above everything else. The Carla I knew made jokes about Jackson, but it was to prevent others from doing it. My Carla would never have let a man make her cry. "

The woman froze a bit when you called her "My Carla." The heat in her chest returned, like every time you said something nice about her.

"Y/N-"

"No" you interrupted her "You're going to listen to me Dunkler! Because I'm sick of seeing you arrive like this! I'm sick of that idiot using you for your body and you letting him. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he really feels something for you, but until he does a better job proving it, I won't change my mind. I'm also sick of seeing him take you away from your family. You said you wanted a better relationship with your mother, but Isis hasn't seen you properly in days. Ty hasn't even tried to get closer to Jackson, the SON of the woman he supposedly loves, to get to know him better! "

Carla looked at you in surprise. This was a whole new side. You have never lost your cool this way. And she hated herself for finding it a little hot.

"He's the only one who has really stayed with me for more than one night, Y/N" she said weakly. She knew it was a terrible reason, but it was the truth.

"So you will just let him do what he wants because you're afraid of being alone?!" you asked incredulous

"No! I-I really like him!" she said but it felt like a huge lie and that...that surprised her

"It's not fair Carla" you continued "It is not fair that you offer him all this! It is not fair that he has at his disposal a child as wonderful as Jackson and a mother-in-law as great as Isis. It is not fair that he has such a wonderful woman like you, a beautiful, hardworking and brave woman. He doesn't deserve you "

"You keep saying that because you don't know what it's like to be alone for so long! You don't know what it's like to feel like you're not enough for anyone!"

"I DO!" you yelled

"No you don't!" she yelled back at you "You are so perfect and cute and you have everyone at your feet! You can have whoever you want! So no, you don't know what it's like not to be enough for someone!"

"I do it because I've never been enough for you!" you growled "Because you've never seen me as anything more than a friend! And I hate you for that! I hate you because you come and flirt with me and then you go with him! I hate you because you gave him everything I've ever wanted! I hate him because he has what I can't have! AND I HATE YOU BECAUSE I CAN'T REALLY HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN LOVE YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE IT!!!"

Carla froze in her place, staring at you. Her mind had gone blank. It took you a few moments to realize what you had said and you gasped as the realization hit you. You had confessed your feelings to her in the worst possible way. Shit.

"...I'd better go" you said hastily

You took your bag and took advantage of the fact that the woman still looked surprised to quickly pass her, almost running out of the house and to your car.

Carla just watched you go, not knowing what to do or what to think. What the fuck had just happened?

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You cried all the way home. You cursed yourself a thousand times for being such an idiot. How could you do that? You had promised to always be there for her and now you had ruined everything! There was no way in the world that Carla could forgive you for this.

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"Still here?" Isis asked, making her daughter jump "You've been staring at the wall for the last hour."

Carla frowned and turned her gaze away.

"Come on, get your fucking ass up and do something!" Isis insisted

"About what?"

"Oh don't play dumb with me. Jackson and I heard everything."

"What? Did you spy on us?" Carla asked a little angry

"Of course not! Your screams were heard throughout the house. I'm sure the neighbors heard too"

Carla blushed and looked at the ground before taking another gulp of her beer. Isis rolled her eyes and snatched it away.

"Ey!"

"Get out of here!"

Carla sighed "What do you want me to do? All that doesn't change anything"

"You're a terrible liar" the older woman scoffed "You've been drowning in your own misery since before I came back. You settled for that idiot just to not be left alone and now that you have a chance to have someone better, you will stay here getting drunk? I'm disappointed "

"Disappointed? It's something you would do yourself" Carla scoffed

"It's not true" Isis said, not bothered by her daughter's words "I would at least fuck her first"

"Mom!"

"What? She's pretty, she has a good body and-"

"Stop it! I don't need to hear my mother talk about how sexy my best friend is"

"Then pick up your sorry butt and go get her" she said, smiling at her daughter's jealous tone "You have the key to her house, use it"

"Mom-"

"I'll keep talking about her body if you don't. Did you know that she has a couple of moles near her right boobie? I loaned her a blouse once and-"

"And I'm leaving" Carla jumped up, taking her keychain

"I'm staying with Jackson, don't come back later" Isis winked

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You frowned when you heard the front door open. You were sure you had locked it. Your heart raced and you felt fear wash over you as you came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around your body.

You grabbed a baseball bat that was near your bedroom door (thank goodness you were training with Jackson) and walked slowly down the hall to the living room.

"Y/N?"

You froze before frowning.

"Carla? What are you doing here?"

The woman looked you up and down and you blushed when her eyes stopped for a moment on your chest. She cleared her throat before speaking again.

"I wanted to talk to you but maybe I should wait until you don't have a bat in your hand" she teased lightly

You noticed that you were still holding the wooden stick tightly in your hand. Blushing even more, you leaned it against the wall. When you turned around again, you saw that your friend had approached and she was a few inches from you. You swallowed audibly.

All the way here, Carla had thought and gone over the words she would say to you, she had planned a whole speech for you, and god knows she hated speeches. But she had got her entire cassette erased by seeing you like this.

It was the first time she had admitted to herself that she really found you attractive. A part of her began to wonder if the whole Ty thing hadn't also been in part not to acknowledge her feelings for you.

"Carla?" you mumbled after a while 

"Sorry" she jumped a little "I-"

"No, no. I'm sorry" you said "You didn't have to come here to tell me to stay away. You could have sent a message-"

"Why would I tell you to stay away?" she asked with a frown.

You blinked. An hour and she had already forgotten what you had said? You should be grateful, but it honestly hurt you.

"What I said at your house, I...I shouldn't have done it" you sighed

"So it wasn't true?" she asked carefully "Was everything you said a lie?"

"No!" You almost screamed "I just...it wasn't the way and I- I didn't mean to-"

Carla smiled slightly as she watched you babble in front of her. God, how had she not realized how adorable you were? Your lower lip was even trembling.

But she knew you. She knew that once you got flustered and started babbling, there was no stopping you. And she didn't have the time for that, no matter how beautiful you looked doing it. So she only had one option.

You gasped when your friend pounced on you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply. Her hands immediately went to your hips and you moaned against your will when she pressed her chest against yours.

It took you a few moments to recover, but you wrapped your arms around her neck when you did, returning the affection. You didn't know what would happen when you’d ran out of air and had to talk, but to hell with that. You would enjoy the fact that she was kissing you, as you had wanted for so long.

If there was one thing Carla hated more than people themselves, it was having to talk about her feelings, especially this kind. So when you broke the kiss, her mouth immediately traveled to your neck.

You moaned a little when you felt her tongue on your skin. You wanted to continue, you needed to feel her, let her take you right there, but there was still a hideously rational part of you. So you pushed her gently, making her look at you.

"I love you" you whispered "...but I can't be another one of your one night stands"

The woman's heart broke a little when she looked into your eyes. She saw the fear you were feeling, but she also saw love. Love directed at her. No one had ever looked at her like that, not her ex husband, not Ty, no one.

"You aren’t" she promised

"Carla-"

"I swear you are not" she interrupted you. Suddenly, her brain seemed to wake up and the words she had practiced in the car fell out of her mouth "I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm sorry I was so stupid. I was so afraid of being alone, of not deserving of anyone, that I ended up accepting the first thing I could. But now I know that I love you "

"You're lying" you whispered "You...don't feel that way about me"

"I do" she promised

"And why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was scared. I took you for granted, because you were always there for me, no matter what. I ignored my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, the jealousy when I saw you too close to my mother. I didn't want to admit how I felt about you. And I didn't realize that I already had everything I ever wanted in front of me. I'm sorry. "

You looked into her eyes, searching for any trace of lies or mockery. But you didn't find it. She was telling the truth, she reciprocated your feelings.

You smiled at her and pulled her to you for another deep kiss. This time it was she who moaned against your mouth. The two of you poured all your feelings into that kiss, all the tension that you didn't even know had built up between you two.

Carla pulled away and felt a twinge of pride when she saw your swollen lips and the blush that ran from your cheeks to your neck. God you were beautiful.

"Carla I-"

"Shhh, no" she shut you up "you know I suck at this and that I hate romanticism. I already used up what little self-control I had"

You laughed a bit and she wiped away the tears you didn't even know had started to fall down your cheeks. She kissed you again and her hands lifted the towel a little over your thighs.

"Carla-"

"My mother has unsettlingly clear ideas about your body" she said abruptly "Something about lending you a blouse?"

"Oh...that" you laughed nervously "Yeah.. maybe I tried it on in front of her" you admitted

"Well, thank you very much, now I have to live with the knowledge that my mother has seen more of my girlfriend's body than I have."

"Girlfriend?" you smirked

Carla froze. Her cheeks quickly turned red and her eyes couldn't meet your face.

"I-I, w-well, I mean, m-maybe I should have waited a little longer, I-I just thought that-"

You cut her adorable and nervous babbling with a deep kiss that she happily returned.

"Take me to bed, then we discuss the status of our relationship" you said

"Deal"

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Isis smirked behind her beer when Carla groaned as you and Jackson yelled at her to run. She had no idea how you had managed to convince her to play with you, but here you were.

She suspected that it had little to do with being a "good mother to her son" and more to do with the shorts you were wearing. Either way, Isis was happy that her daughter found what she had been searching for so long.

You laughed when your girlfriend came back to your side with the ball in her hand. Her face was red from exhaustion and she was already sweating. She grunted a little but you pecked her lips to calm her down.

"I really hate this game" she muttered

"It doesn't matter, your girlfriend and your son love it. You'll get used to it" you joked.

You were about to kiss her again when you saw a figure walking towards you. You frowned and your grip tightened on the bat. Carla looked at you confused before following your gaze. She froze when she saw Ty walking towards you two with a bouquet of roses.

"I guess we got to the part where you forgive him" you whispered.

She looked at you and frowned. She intertwined her fingers with yours and kissed you on the cheek.

"Never again" she promised you.

You smiled at her and the two of you waited for Ty to be in front of you. The man looked at Carla, then at your hands and then back at Carla, completely ignoring you.

"We can talk?" He asked her

"No" she answered firmly

"Listen Carla, I made a mistake-"

"Me too" she cut him off "I made the mistake of being with you. To forgive you several times when I knew you would fail me again. No more. Get out of here"

"But-"

"You listened to the lady, buddy. Get out!" You grunted.

"Uh...and you are?" he asked, finally looking at you.

You felt his eyes run up and down your body, stopping a little on your legs. It made you want to throw up and by the way Carla squeezed your hand, you knew she hadn't liked it either. Not one bit.

"My girlfriend" she told him

"Girlfriend?" he scoffed "I thought you didn't want to see more vagi-"

You pointed the bat at his face before he could finish the sentence.

"Unlike you, I know how to use this" you growled "Get out of here before I use your head as a ball"

"You wouldn't" he smiled at you "Hey, there's no need to fight, you two are beautiful and I'm fabulous. Why don't we just put this in bed and be happy?"

You were about to insult him when Carla took the bat from you and used it to hit him hard in the balls. The man doubled over in pain before falling to the ground. You didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for him.

"This butt is mine" Carla growled, releasing your hand and grabbing one of your buttocks to draw you closer to her "And nobody else's. If you get close to me or my family again, I'm going to hit a home run with your balls"

You held back your laughter and let her drag you out of there, leaving the poor man lying on the ground.

Carla yelled something about going for ice cream, causing Jackson to run to the car. Isis, unlike you, laughed the whole way. You smiled and took one last look at the roses that were now on the ground.

“That was hot” you whispered to her. Carla smiled and pecked your lips.

Her hand never left your ass until you got in the car.

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KH’s tags: @midnight-lestrange​ @emilyprentissslut @mochiadria

[moonandflowersfairy]

hi if you make one for me i would appreciate it

your personality

loyal, introverted, calm, most of the time I'm always smiling, but never and really I'm a very depressed person I don't like to show my true feelings to others, sometimes I lock myself in my room for days, sometimes I'm very manipulative a little sadistic , I know what I want and I don't abandon anyone, quite stubborn, I'm like a tsudare, sarcastic, I try to solve problems in the conversation if I'm not afraid to succeed in the fight, sometimes I end up pushing people away because I'm afraid of disappointment, I don't let people come easily into my life, but who isn't, I always do everything to protect, enthralled, I hardly sleep

-What do you look like

my sign and libra, I'm 1.60 tall,

brown hair that goes over the shoulder, but I always leave it up, brown eyes, I almost always wear baggy clothes because my breasts are big and I'm embarrassed when they look at me, I'm also insecure because I have a lot of high mutilation scars, sometimes sometimes i'm a bit perverted

-what do you like

music, books, quiet places, animals, horror and action movies, drawing, sewing, macabre things

do not like

crowded places, people, monotonous things, leaving the house, doing unnecessary things that won't yield anything, talking

- what are you looking for in a relationship,

someone loyal patient, who I know will always be by my side, who is not afraid to say what he wants and what he wants, but also respects my space, who doesn't care about my sadistic side, and my silence

gender preference too

male, except taijo, baji, nayoha, i'm not comfortable with them

-and any facts about you think might work ♡

I'm very loyal, and would always be there to support and listen, he would always try to show my true feelings.

well i think it might have been a little confused i don't know how to spread it well if you want you don't need to do more if you have to😊

I match you with...

¡! Kawata Souya ¡!

Why?

You and Souya would be a complimentary duo, whenever you feel down he would comfort you and viceversa, he loves you in every possible way no matter your mood. Your relationship would be based around intimacy and little, simple moments you both share.

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met at a Toman meeting, you were part of the 4th division and Nahoya was talking to you about being more present in fights and stop messing with your division's victory. Souya saw you very uncomfortable and decided to step in the conversation and give the message to you instead of his brother.

he then later started looking towards your way more often, noticing how you were normally pretending. it seemed like only him noticed your behaviour so he tried to reach you, but being an introvert himself was a challenge.

mikey knew about Souya's interest in you, he started ordering both of you little errands together.

it was super awkward at first because none of you knew what to say

Souya asked for his brother's advice but got nothing good from it.

just like Chifuyu's plan b, he opted for courage.

he tried to approach you little by little, it took him months to get your number but he wanted to know you better

dates would normally occur by accident, you meeting him at a random place and then he inviting you to go for a walk around the city.

after almost a year (10 months to be specific) he asked permission to be your boyfriend. he went to your house with a bouquet of daises, mostly white and the attempt of a smile (he looked very cute ^^)

to others, your relationship was slow, but to Souya it was perfect, he didn't want to push you and respected your limits all the time.

when you told him about your depression he didn't knew what to do, he just gave you the most loving and warm hug he could give, you both cried

he loves you the way you are, he wouldn't change a thing from you

when you doubt yourself he'll reassure you of the amazing being you are and how special you are to him

will recommend you to look for help if you aren't getting it, and would accompany you to your appointments

always checks on you, he doesn't see you as a burden, he just wants to make sure you are safe and okay

whispers sweet nothings to you when you cuddle

likes to hold your pinky when you are in public

will blush hardly when he sees you in an outfit

marathon movie dates, he always gets scared af because of your excentric taste but uses it as an excuse to be near you

asks you to read to him, your voice calms him so much

you'll sleep the best with him, he is a human pillow and his hair is the softest

knows you are not a fan of Nahoya, so whenever you go to his house he asks Nahoya to go out or to stay quiet

you still see him a lot

Nahoya talked to you about your relationship with his twin and asked you to protect him, you also discused some things just to be clear about what you didn't like about him, he obviously stopped because he knows his brother loves you too much.

you are the only one who has seen him smiling, not even Smiley has seen him like that.

is the sweetest smile that exists, gives beautiful vibes, he does it more often for you

his love language might be quality time and acts of service

it doesn't matter where he is as long as you are there he is happy

¡! NSFW ¡!

again, he will never pressure you to do anything

sex isn't very important to him

he's a switch, more on the sub side

loves to fuck you face to face

will eat you out for hours just because he can and he enjoys it

and believe me when I say he can, because he CAN and WILL make you scream in seconds

loves your body so much

loves to bury his face in your breasts, licks them and sucks them up

his tongue is a god tool and will put it to use

the first time he saw your scars he kissed them, wouldn't want you any other way

praises you like if his life depended on it

its all about your pleasure

if you enjoy it, then he does it too

likes to be degraded

super sensitive in his neck and lower back

it turns him on when you are being perverted and try to tease him

loves you riding him, getting the perfect view, squishing your hips and licking your boobs

his dick is very pretty, normal length and girth, pretty pink in the head, a mole near his crotch, trimed

he prefers you to have hair

likes to cry during the act

choke him, trust me, the "demon" comes out

normally passionate sex, but angry sex with him is the best (lol)

sex in the bathroom is the most common

aftercare is amazing

makes you cum like 4 times, just to see his pretty s/o being in heaven by his own actions <3

[daisies: pureness]

hope you liked it love! I know depression sucks but you are not alone, I'll be here whenever you need me bubs 😚💖

¡! song recommendation ¡!

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

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Hearing the front door slam, Y/N knew it was more than certain that it had been a bad day at practice for her boyfriend. She heard him toss himself onto the couch, no doubt exhausted from all the rigorous preparations they were having for their upcoming comeback. Drying off her hands after rinsing off the last of the dishes, she made her way over slowly to him, sitting down next to him. She carefully observed his face, eyes closed and body slumped to the side. One of her hands reached out to push some of the hair away from his face. He stirred slightly.

"Bad day?"

He only mumbled out a groan. Running a hand across his cheek, she leaned in and placed tiny, innocent kisses across his jaw. Letting out a sigh, Jongho tilted his head to allow her easier access to place kisses on his neck.

"My poor baby. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Jongho thought for a moment about her offer, nothing really coming to his head. Until she began kissing at his neck mole, which he was particularly sensitive in. Then an idea popped in his head. Grabbing her wrist, he startled her when he suddenly sat up and stared at her with fearsome intensity.

"Bedroom. Now."

Gulping slightly, she quickly nodded and got up to make her way to their bedroom, Jongho tailing right behind her. She walked like a puppy with a tail tucked in between its legs. She had done nothing wrong, but just seeing Jongho stressed and angry made her feel fearful of what was in store for her.......

But it also aroused her intensely, especially knowing that her boyfriend would get rougher than usual with her, which she loved. Standing at the foot of the bed, she slowly turned back around to him and awaited instructions. His dark orbs looked her up and down, desire filled in them. Coming closer towards her, his hands lightly caressed her shoulders, that action alone sent shivers down her spine. He gave her a sweet and gentle smile as his hands traveled down and placed themselves on her chest, slightly groping her covered breasts.

Then a harsh ripping sound was heard as he tore through her shirt and even managed to snap part of her bra. Y/N let out a loud gasp as she was left topless in less than 10 seconds by his brute force. Feeling self conscious, she tried to cover her chest, but Jongho effortlessly grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head with one of his hands.

"I'm having none of that sweetheart. I'm in desperate need of your body."

Nearly busting the zipper and button, Jongho roughly slid her jeans down her legs, her underwear coming off along with them. The thin, barely visible line of her growing arousal stringing out from her core to her panties made him chuckle amusedly.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one who's already enjoying this."

Coming up to her, he snaked an arm around her waist, toned and muscled body pressing against her smaller and more delicate one. With his thumb tracing the outline of her lips, he was unable to keep himself from biting down on his own lip, a strong blissful sigh exhaling through his nose.

"You're so beautiful."

He couldn't contain himself as he cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers, capturing them in a heart fluttering kiss. It was sloppy and desperate, but she didn't mind. She just let herself melt into the kiss and parted her lips to allow him access inside her mouth. Through teeth clashing and deep strokes of his wet muscle in her tongue, he brought one hand down to her neck, lightly wrapping it around it, fingers grazing the side of her skin. Without breaking their passionate kiss, he turned her so she had her back pressed to his chest. His other hand wrapped across her waist, reaching up to cup one of her tender breasts. He held it in his hand and then began squeezing at it. Using his thumb and index finger, he toyed with her tiny nipple, pinching at it before smacking his hand across it, her whimpers being drowned out into his mouth.

Once he got his fill of groping at her bosoms, he brought his hand down to cup her mound. His fingers barely grazed at her clit, yet she was already feeling her knees weak, which did not go unnoticed by him. He couldn't contain the smirk tugged on his lips when he pressed 3 fingers against her clit and began moving it around.

"Like that baby? Like it when I play with your little clit like this?"

She couldn't resist throwing her head back, letting it rest against his shoulder as she released guttural sounds when he sped up his movements. His mouth latched onto her neck, placing wet kisses along the sides of it and across her shoulder. At times his teeth would sink down until he left a red print on it, not satisfied until he was certain it'd leave marks for the days to come. As he was doing this, his hand kept busy as it rubbed at her clit furiously and in a continuous motion that would have her leaking in any minute. He knew her body better than she did, with the way her breathe turned raspy and ragged, how her thighs began to clench together, he knew she was about to combust at any second.

Feeling a little more on the sadistic side, he slid his free hand back to her neck, this time clutching it tightly so her oxygen intake was limited. She tried to gasp, but it was cut short and in her blurry haze, she felt her legs go wobbly as her orgasm flooded down her body. Her juices spilled all over his fingers which he generously collected in them before pulling them off her and sucked them into his mouth. Y/N blushed at the pornographic image her boyfriend just gave her, hands flying over to cover her face in embarrassment.

Chuckling darkly, Jongho went over to the closet and took out a rope that was hidden in the back. Grabbing her hands and pulling them off her face, he fastened the rope around them, binding them together before tossing what was leftover over the canopy railing above the bed. Once it went over it, he pulled the hanging rope back over and made a knot once more, testing it to make sure it wouldn't come loose at all. He was satisfied when he saw his girlfriend with her hands bound and raised over her head, unable to move them down at all.

"You know, you look really pretty like this. All bound and at my mercy.......unable to stop me from doing what I want."

Giving her a cheeky grin, he dropped down to his knees, face right in front of her still leaking pussy.

"And right now, I want to eat you out."

Spreading her legs to make room for him, he stared up at her with a smile as he lowered his head down in between her thighs. She held her breath as she watched him glide his tongue up her slit, teasing her by gliding it back down before he could touch her glistening clit. He kept at his torturous movement of licking slowly at her folds, making sure not to press anywhere near where she wanted him the most. This was very frustrating to her, making her tug harshly at the rope that was holding her arms up at the moment. She tried shifting her hips so Jongho's tongue could graze even just a mere inch close to her aching nub, but he was quick to retract his mouth whenever she tried that. He could truly be a bothersome tease when he was in the mood.

"Jongho!" She whined at him, bottom lip poking out.

"What?" He mocked her tone as he began to give tiny kitten licks at her clit.

She let out a frustrated groan when he layed his tongue flat on her core, keeping it there for an instant before circling around her folds, not serving in anything but building up her frustration and sexual tension. Jongho would have been more than happy to give her what she wanted, but he wasn't going to make it easy.

"You gotta tell me what you want baby. What do you want me to do? Hmm? What does my baby want?" He cooed at her, blowing light air into her dripping hole.

Unable to take his relentless teasing anymore, she finally spoke out harshly:

"Jongho please! Just eat me out or fuck me! I wanna cum again!"

Finally getting her to speak out, he lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. Spreading her folds apart, he enveloped his lips on her nub and gave it a generous suck that sent waves up her spine. Humming occasionally to further her pleasure, he kept a pace of opening and closing his mouth over her clit, tongue poking out at intervals to swirl around it before suckling on it once again. His gaze never looked away from her face, always wanting to see how her eyebrows furrowed and eyes scrunched tight whenever he hit a particular nerve that helped bring her closer to the edge. Not only that, seeing her become a mess for him only worsened the problem that was growing inside his pants. And her taste was so addicting to him, he couldn't help but press more of his face onto her heat, practically smothering it with his mouth as he made lewd slurping sounds that accompanied his ravishing of her folds. Feeling her thigh tremble, he knew it was only a matter of time before she combusted all over his face......

But before that could happen, he released his hold on her thigh and pulled his mouth away from her nub, leaving the girl in front of him confused and slightly irritated. She was about to yell at him for the act he just pulled, but he quickly hushed her by kissing her softly, letting her taste some of the remnants of her arousal. Pulling back, he drew circles on her cheek with his thumb, noticing her frowning face.

"Why'd you do that for?" She demanded to know, still upset at being denied her second orgasm.

"Baby as much as I wanted to have your juices drip down my face, I really need to be inside you now."

Pulling his shirt over his head, Y/N couldn't look away from her boyfriend's large arms, the veins on the muscles of his biceps poking out. She always loved touching them, holding them, having them wrap around her body and envelope her in a warm hug. Her gaze then trailed down and eagerly watched him as he began slipping out of his sweatpants, his hard on slapping against his stomach, tip red and leaking precum, aching to be inside her walls and fuck her senseless.

Jongho stroked himself as he came back over to her. Not yet done with his teasing, he swiped the tip along her slit, letting her slick coat most of his length. Once getting his fill of that, he grabbed the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked them up to wrap them around his waist.

"Jongho are you sure about this?" Y/N asked him.

Raising an eyebrow at her, he scoffed.

"You don't think I can fuck you dumb in this position?"

She quickly shook her head.

"It's not that! I mean- you're probably tired from practice and maybe don't have enough energy to-"

She let out a loud shriek when he reached down and aligned himself at her opening, immediately sinking her down onto his length.

"Believe me, I'm not tired at all and I have a lot of energy to release still."

Not giving her time to adjust, he began to use his strength to bounce her on top of his cock. He began letting out mixtures of grunts and growls everytime he sank her back down on him, her velvet walls squeezing hard around him, making him forget all about his dreadful day.

"You feel so tight baby. And you have no idea how hot you look right now."

He couldn't help but flex his muscles as his fingers dug into the skin of her thighs, loving the way she reacted.

"Jongho!- please! Too much!" She pleaded, her body becoming overwhelmed by the brute force he was using to rock her body against his.

"Oh? Want me to stop then?" He tilted his head.

"No! Please don't!" She begged him, tears threatening to spill out from the corners of her eyes, whether it was out of fear he'd deny her orgasm once more or from the powerful and intense rapture she was feeling she did not know.

She just know she didn't want him to stop, and he knew that just as well, hence the smug smile plastered on his face.

"Of course you don't, cause you know you love it when I'm like this. Don't you?"

She let out an involuntary moaned out hum when he brought his face to her chest, lips kissing at her sternum.

"You love me using my strength against you. Is it cause it reminds you that I can break your tiny body in half? Is that it? Like being reminded that if I want to, I can pound your pussy sore and leave your legs limping for a week?"

With a determined look, he angled himself so his thrusts could hit deeper and harder inside her. Y/N couldn't contain the whimpering cries coming out of her mouth any longer. She wanted to hold onto her boyfriend's arms, but the restraints kept her from doing so. She felt her orgasm bubble up inside her, ready to crash out of her and have her collapsing on him.

"You gonna cum babygirl? Gonna cum all over my massive cock and make another mess?" He smirked against her sweaty neck.

If it wasn't for Jongho holding her up, she would have surely toppled onto the floor from the pulse shattering high that tore through her body. With choked out yells, she repeated Jongho's name over and over again, her voice sounding like music to his ears. He never once stopped the brutal pace he had set, his angles merely got a little less focused as he now sought to chase his own high, which came not long after her own. Through clenched teeth and hooded eyelids, he made sure to fill her up even after some of his cum came pouring out and trickled down their thighs.

Jongho was very careful at untying his lover, his fingers quickly undoing the knots and snapping the rope off the canopy and off Y/N's hands. Brushing some hair off her face, he smiled fondly at her tired figure, his arms still holding her up, not ready to let her go.

"You murdered me..." She struggled to find her voice, but managed to get her words out.

"Yeah you look like I did." He teased her.

Letting out a huff, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest. Petting her hair, he began walking towards the direction of the bathroom.

"Come on. How does a nice warm shower sound like to you?" He offered as he set her down on the sink counter, both of them wincing when he finally pulled out of her.

"I don't think I can use my legs." She clutched her stomach, face grimacing when she tried to move one of her legs.

"Lucky for you, I still have a lot of energy."

Wiggling his eyebrows at her, Y/N didn't catch onto his meaning until she looked down in between his legs and noticed what was poking up.

"Jongho?! Seriously!" Grabbing a nearby hand towel, she threw it straight at his laughing face.

"You said a nice warm shower." She reminded him.

"And you'll get it without hesitation."

Picking her up once again, he winked at her.

"Along with just a tiny quickie."