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kooktrash · 7 months ago

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effortlessly yours ✧ jeon jungkook

summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.

✧ genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.

✧ 16.9k words

warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr 😩. princess treatment. beware oc’s ex is taehyung and he’s not great. slow burn. smut—riding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. — jk’s friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyone’s an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once he’s not a fighter, he’s just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3

song inspo: wasn’t looking — eliza, love between — kali uchis, blue — billie eilish, salvatore— lana del rey, I wanna be yours — arctic monkeys

I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out 💀

Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail you’ve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.

Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. That’s what you’ve always thought anyway.

“Any Macallan? I'll have a glass,” You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.

He’s asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.

“We’ve got Buchannan’s,” You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of town—clearly not a place of luxury.

“I’ll take it,” He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didn’t want to talk right now and they’d want to know why.

Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didn’t think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night they’d return to wherever they’re from and never look back.

“You drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?”

An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He’s one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.

“I’m sorry?” The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like he’d just gotten off work.

“Or is it to impress?”

“Impress who?” A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.

You weren’t even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.

unknown: can we talk when ur done working?

unknown: it’s about us

What?

“Y/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your type—“

What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someone’s tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.

“Another beer?” You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at you—including the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.

“What is your name anyway? I’ve never seen you here before,” The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.

“Jeon Jungkook,” He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.

Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.

The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.

hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? 🎾

jungkook: I couldn’t think of anything worse

jimin: watch urself

jin: and where’d u run off to tonight

Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. You’ve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, “If you need to make a call just go, I’ll take over for now.”

His friend asked the question he’s been trying to ask himself all night. How’d he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks and… you?

“Is he always like this?” Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.

You shrugged, “Yeah but he’s harmless, a little annoying but funny.”

jungkook: some bar but I’m leaving soon

Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell you’re pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.

“Can I close my tab?” He asked as he fished for his wallet.

“No problem, remind me the name,” Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and he’ll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, “Jeon Jungkook.”

jungkook: it’s boring

The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. That’s why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place he’d gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drink—no matter how bad it is. He wouldn’t have been able to do that around here without running into someone.

“Have you decided who your date will be?”

No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. It’s all he’s heard about for the past month and he doesn’t think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. He’s sure he can call up whatever woman he’d taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he find… good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.

“Have you?” Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.

“Obviously,” Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. “Will she be as embarrassing as the one last time?”

“I hope not, last year’s date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,” He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage room—even a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. “Do you know how hard that is when your father’s the CFO of the company I work for?!”

“I couldn’t imagine the difficulty of that,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespected—especially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.

“I’ve got dinner with the girl tonight, she’s been telling me about this friend who’s been dying to meet you,” Hoseok said with raised brows, “She’s pretty hot.”

“Who? The girl or her friend?” Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar he’d visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didn’t expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You must’ve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?

“Both,” Hoseok said in response.

Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, “I’ll think about it.”

It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, there’s always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead it’s used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?

There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldn’t have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.

You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, “Hello?”

“Great, you’re alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,” Your friend said immediately once the call connected, “Are you off!”

“Yeah, until tonight,” You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.

“Is Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?” Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldn’t see it.

“It’s alright, he’s not home anyway,” You said to her with a sigh, “I live there too and if he’s going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.”

Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course it’s not the first time you and your ‘boyfriend—ex boyfriend—boyfriend’ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.

“Alright, well I’ll talk to you later, maybe I’ll stop by the bar and catch up,” Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.

You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend won’t be home when you wake up.

By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comforting—even with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.

Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.

“I see they didn’t scare you off,” You said once you spotted him alone. There’s not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, “Not yet.”

You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. He’s going to be honest… he couldn’t help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldn’t tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed you’d be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.

“Am I that forgettable?” Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talking—to you.

“No, he’s just a Drunk,” You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldn’t help but be entertained by it.

“I asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we can’t afford it for just one person, so you’re out of luck if you start stopping by more often,” You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.

“I’ll have to bring you some then,” Jungkook sat up straighter, “Give you a little taste.”

“I’m not into whiskey,” You gave him a small shrug, “I prefer the drinks where I can’t taste the alcohol.”

That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, “Y/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.”

Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didn’t mind the lack of enthusiasm. There’s something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.

“Y/n.”

You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.

“So how many nights do you spend working here?” He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place you’ve been behind the counter with a blasè look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.

“Practically all of them,” You sighed leaning against the counter.

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.

“So what happened the other night?” He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldn’t read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?

Oh.

“Nothing too concerning,” You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know about—especially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because it’s better than sleeping outside.

“And here I was hoping for a story time,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.

“If you start visiting more regularly maybe I’ll fill you in,” You said half-heartedly.

You’ve always thought—hoped—that home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesn’t give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home you’d avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when he’s gone you’re worried about the time he’d get home.

You weren’t scared of him, but you hated him.

The two of you have broken up so many times at this point it’s embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now you’re paying for it.

“Are you going to work?” He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.

“No,” You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks you’ll forgive him soon. He’s been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you weren’t listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?

Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?

“What are you gonna do then?”

What he really meant was, “Where were you going and who with?”

“Nothing,” you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didn’t need to know your whereabouts. For once you weren’t going to be at work and although you didn’t have big plans for your free night, you weren’t going to tell him or worse—spend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.

You settled into place at your best friend’s place, filling her in on what’s been exciting or lack thereof.

“Not to feed the delusions but what if he’s stopping to see you?” Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.

Jeon Jungkook—the irregular-regular who’s begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although they’re always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. He’s not like the usual guys who go there for a drink—or anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if he’s catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.

It’s too unbelievable,” You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, “He probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I don’t know.”

Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, “Either way I’m done with men, they’re all shitty.”

Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You haven’t told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but it’s enough for you to know it would never happen.

You’re not crazy enough to believe otherwise.

Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?

For nearly an hour he’s had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didn’t seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.

“I’m happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,” She said as she picked at her salad, “I know you’re very busy.”

“I’m pleased too,” Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasn’t interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but he’s not sure what is but there’s something that seems to draw him away from her.

By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him back… seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldn’t wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that he’d see her again, but he couldn’t think of that right now.

It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and he’s well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. He’s not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something that’ll make him feel things.

When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. He’d left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar he’s been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.

What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.

With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.

He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever he’s gone to the bar you’ve been working at and tonight he decided not to go… bummed that he wouldn’t see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldn’t get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, you’re walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. It’s like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasn’t going the bar after all didn’t mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.

You hadn’t yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasn’t until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you don’t know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didn’t like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.

“No work tonight?”

You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, “Not tonight, Is that where you’re headed now?”

“Originally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldn’t have been there,” Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.

You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, “I’m assuming you live around here?”

“I wouldn’t be working here if I didn’t,” You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldn’t look strange approaching you, “Do you live around here too?”

“No, I uh, I’m kind of far actually,” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “But, I was doing some work over here.”

His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldn’t have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldn’t end yet but he doesn’t know how to make it go on. Usually he’s able to tell what he should say to get someone’s attention on him for longer but he doesn’t know with you.

After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.

Please, don’t decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, “When do you work next?”

“Why? So you’ll visit me?” You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldn’t rush off before he was done paying.

He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, “Do you need to take that?”

He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, “It's no one important.”

“So you’re not seeing anyone?” Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, “Or would you like to see me this weekend—or when you’re free— over drinks?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, it’s been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shit… but at the same time…

Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldn’t wrap your mind around anything else.

“I’m free this upcoming Sunday.”

Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.

jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer

When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.

“I could meet you halfway,” Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he can’t imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe he’s not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.

“It’s fine, I’ll be down in a second,” You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.

“I’ll be back late so don’t wait up,” You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.

“Since when do you dress like that?” Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.

“Since I stopped being with you,” You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.

It took a lot of convincing on Jungkook’s part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didn’t want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didn’t want him to drive all the way here if you’d most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. You’ve seen Jungkook’s dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. He’s got money while you’ve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.

“Well don’t you look stunning,” Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passenger’s side.

“Were you waiting long?” You asked when he got into the driver’s side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.

“A l-little,” Jungkook couldn’t help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, “But it’s my fault for being impatient. Next time I’ll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.”

To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasn’t just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.

“Next time?” You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, “Don’t make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.”

“I always keep my promises,” Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.

You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldn’t be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didn’t have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.

You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didn’t care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.

“Ready?” Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.

You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didn’t seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didn’t stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, “Do you like this place?”

“I have never been here before,” Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, “I’ll give you an answer after dinner.”

“You’ll decide once you’ve gotten food?” You asked playfully but he just shook his head. “I’ll decide when you do.”

You weren’t sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didn’t think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didn’t think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes you’d catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now you’re not so sure.

It was far from a problem but you weren’t sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldn’t find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?

“So, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?” Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestly…you thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?

“Hm, I don’t know,” You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, “Well I would want someone honest… and loyal bu—“

You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men you’ve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, “I don’t know.”

“That’s it? Shouldn’t that be expected?” Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didn’t even think he wanted to date—considering how bored he was when the Jimin set him on—but here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.

“Alright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,” You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didn’t hesitate.

“I want someone I can relax around?” Jungkook was honest, “Someone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.”

“How do you decide who that person is?” You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.

Jungkook smiled, “I don’t know. I just feel it.”

You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.

By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.

“I hope you don’t mind but I got you something,” Jungkook said once he was seated, “I wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.”

He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, “Oh you didn’t have to—“

“I wanted to,” Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, “Think of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

“It’s nice but… isn’t it too much?” You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, “I don't know what to say, thank you?”

“Don’t think about it, I just… I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,” Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you don’t think he’s stingy with money or anything. He’ll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Do you need help getting it on?”

You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You don’t mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.

It didn’t go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didn’t pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, “Pretty.”

Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. It’s not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. You’ve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?

“You can just park right here,” You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Thanks for everything, seriously,” You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, “Are you sure about the gift?”

“I don’t accept gifts back,” Jungkook laughed softly, “Besides, it looks better on you than it would me. I’m showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.”

“Good, I like talking to you too,” you smiled warmly and he couldn’t help but mirror it.

“So when can we go out again? What’s your schedule like this week?” Jungkook asked hopefully.

“So you’ll visit me or take me out?” You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.

“Both, perhaps?” He asked.

Now, you don’t usually do anything on the first date. There was a big ‘If’ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you could’ve imagined. It doesn’t make sense why he’s single and interested in you of all people.

Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.

You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.

“I should go inside,” You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.

A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, “I’ll call you.”

It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person he’s been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl he’s met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.

“So how far did you guys go?” Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, “Or were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?”

“We kissed,” Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, “I’m taking it slow as of now.”

“Why’s that? The gala is not too far, shouldn’t you be focused on who is attending with you?” Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.

“Y/n seems very different from me and I just don’t want to scare her off just yet,” Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasn’t a problem to him. He was more worried if you’d manage in his life with the people he’s close to. It’s something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason he’s already envisioning the future and what it could look like.

“Holy shit, that’s like a thousand bucks,” Yeaun looked over the bracelet, “And he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?”

“I guess,” You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and you’ve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friend’s been here ‘studying’ for over an hour but she’s been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.

“Does he know about Taehyung?” Yoongi asked curiously.

“No, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,” You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, “Besides, who knows how long this will last.”

“Have you talked since then?” Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.

“A little, yeah. He works at a bank so he’s got long hours at the office so I don’t really expect him to reach out to me much,” You told them honestly, “And who knows, it might’ve just been a one time thing.”

You shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal but part of you wondered if he’d reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.

“Ugh, but he sounds like a dream—a dream with money,” Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, “Alright, I’ve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.”

You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, “I like the guy, he always tips well.”

As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.

jungkook: will you be working tonight?

you: I just got off actually

jungkook: I wanted to see you :(

You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.

jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?

Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, “You really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.”

Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, “Sorry, I’m not used to waiting. What are you doing then?”

“I’m on the bus, a couple stops away from home,” You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, “What time do you want to meet for dinner?”

“Now?” Jungkook asked, “I’m not too far from your place, I’ll wait—or better yet what’s the next stop and I’ll meet you.”

Jungkook’s Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident you’ve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.

“If you had given me a little more time I would’ve gotten dressed up for you,” You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.

“But I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, “So where’s the restaurant you were talking about?”

Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but that’s how it’s supposed to feel. You’re not supposed to jump into anything so fast…

Yes, you’ve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet it’s usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.

“Can I come over instead?” He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that you’re closing he knows there’s a chance the night would come to an end soon and it’s the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFO—his father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.

He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasn’t interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesn’t know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers they’d laugh in surprise. He wasn’t the type to get his hands dirty and that’s exactly what he’s doing just to be with you.

Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. There’s a chance he wouldn’t come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?

In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you weren’t cruel. Jungkook wasn’t walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you weren’t totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasn’t so sure about the relationship between you two.

Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, “Sorry, my roommate’s here.”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, “How do you know him again?”

He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.

“Do you want me to be honest?” You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.

“He’s my ex boyfriend. There’s still over six months on our lease but we’ve been broken up for… I think as long as I’ve known you now. We’re stuck living together until the lease is up,” You confessed in a single breath, “He sleeps on the couch now.”

“Your ex boyfriend?” Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didn’t he just move out or why didn’t you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?

“Yeah but don’t worry, we don’t talk at all,” You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, “What are you thinking?”

“Is this you?” He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, “Yes, don’t look at it. I was in a phase.”

“I can tell,” he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what it’s like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didn’t sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.

“What? You didn’t have something you were obsessed with growing up?” You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.

“I was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,” He confessed randomly, “But then there was an accident with my horse and I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Wait, that’s kind of sad,” You sat straighter, “But water polo?”

“Yeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,” Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldn’t help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, “Would you like a drink?”

“I can’t, I have to make it home tonight,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldn’t.

“Already?” You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.

“Oh, if you insist,” He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, “You know, for some reason I’m comfortable around you even though we still don’t know each other that well. I think you did something to me.”

“Like?” You asked with a hint of amusement.

“You’re easy to talk to and I’m not used to that,” Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.

Jungkook was being honest now. He doesn’t understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.

“You like me that much?” You smiled teasingly and he couldn’t help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didn’t pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.

When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to read—he still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If you’re closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really can’t stand him.

“I do,” Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, “And I’ve been thinking about kissing you again.”

Alone in your bedroom with a guy who’s nice and handsome and charming and… overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.

He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didn’t shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didn’t push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.

By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldn’t help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.

“I’ve got a meeting in a few hours,” Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadn’t prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.

You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering he’s got work tomorrow.

“I’ll walk you out,” You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.

“I'll call you tomorrow,” Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldn’t make out the full conversation but your ex didn’t seem to have been sleeping at all.

“Who was that?” Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.

“A friend,” You said blandly.

“Can you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?” Taehyung asked bitterly, “It’s my apartment too. I’ve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.”

He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day he’s had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. He’s tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasn’t working.

“I’m just saying, what’s taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldn’t you have gone for it?” Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, “She’s got you whipped and you haven’t even done anything, that’s crazy.”

“It’s not even like that, Y/n’s just…” Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, “I wanted to—she lives with her ex.”

“Red flag,” Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkook’s office, “Why?”

“Because she still lives with her ex, obviously. There’s still something there or else she would’ve moved out by now don’t you think?” Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.

“Maybe money’s tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,” Jungkook bit his lip.

“Help her pay to end it then, duh,” Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasn’t a problem for him or his friends, “Free her from the shackles of past relationships.”

This time Jungkook didn’t say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasn’t made it official, he doesn’t like seeing the person he’s dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.

“Isn’t Jungkook’s problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girl’s rent?” Hoseok asked with a scoff, “The girl I set you up with would never, FYI.”

He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, “I don’t care about that girl. I care about Y/n.”

“So make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!” Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.

He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason he’s nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as he’d like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. You’re not what he expected

When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All you’ve done is make out and he wants to do more but he’s also happy about the pace you’re taking things. It seems right. He’s not jumping to get into your pants and you’re not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.

After work, he headed right to where he’d find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.

“Are those for me?” Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.

He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, “Sorry, hyung. Maybe next time.”

“I didn’t know you were stopping in tonight,” You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that you’re sort of seeing each other he hasn’t been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but it’s usually at the end when not many people are left and you’re about to close.

“I meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?” He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, “I just wanted to ask you something.”

You didn’t hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.

“So, I’ve been kind of pushing it off because I’m not sure what you’ll think, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I can’t wait much longer to ask,” Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, “And now that we’re out here and I’ve distracted you from work, it’s probably shitty timing but—“

“Jungkook,” You said, looking up at him, “What do you want to ask me?”

“Will you go out with me? I mean… I know we’ve gone on a few dates here and there but I don’t think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I don’t want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I just… really want to be your boyfriend,” Jungkook finished.

A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, “Is this a yes?”

“Yes,” You kissed his cheek, “Orchids are my favorite also.”

“Really?” He asked feigning surprise, “I guess I was lucky picking them out.”

“Are you staying for a drink?” You asked pulling back despite his hold.

“I don’t think so, I’ve got another crazy day tomorrow and I’ve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?” Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “You work too much?”

“I work too much?” You asked with a laugh, “You’re the one with back to back meetings.”

It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.

“You’re right, I’ll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,” Jungkook said playfully, “If you think I’m clingy now just you wait.”

“Okay, okay,” You pushed against his chest lightly, “I have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, “Can I get a kiss before you go?”

You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.

The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.

It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didn’t want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.

You didn’t fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.

“Just try it on, baby,” Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, “I’m sorry I couldn’t find anything better at the last minute but you’ll look beautiful either way.”

He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasn’t home—not that either of you cared if he was—but if you could avoid him the better. You didn’t need him looking at you some type of way and you’re sure Jungkook could go without it too.

“I could’ve found something to wear, you didn’t have to,” You tried to say but it was clear he wasn’t listening.

“I wanted to,” Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. “We’ll be late if we don’t get going now.”

When he first told you about the charity gala, you weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people you’ve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.

“Look who’s finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,” Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.

“Y/n, this is Jimin, you’ll learn he never thinks before he speaks,” Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.

“You clean up nicely for a waitress,” Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously joking—perhaps to impress the girl he’s been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jin’s arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.

“Don’t be an asshole,” Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.

“You’re prettier than he said,” Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkook’s hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, “Just ignore some of the stuff they say. I’ll handle it.”

“I’m not worried,” You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, “You are prettier than I first said.”

“So what’s it like busting tables, Y/n?” Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldn’t understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jin’s date instead. It didn’t make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.

“About as pleasant as your company,” You said with a smile, “Perhaps a bit more, I’d assume? I don’t know, I'm not a waitress.”

You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, there’s nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom,” You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.

“Everything okay?” He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, “Yes, I’ll be right back.”

When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didn’t let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asked with an amused expression, “I want Y/n back, she’s cute.”

“I’m gonna find us better company,” Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, “Sober company.”

“Come on man, we’re just messing around,” he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, “She’s great, honestly. Not what I expected.”

“Hobi,” one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.

You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasn’t anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe you’re moving too fast? You’ve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friends… and these are the parties he attends… maybe you’re not cut out for it.

The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance you’re sure you didn’t possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while you’re attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like you’re not nervous but you’re anxious. It feels like you’re pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All he’s done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, and… brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?

He seemed too good for you.

“I was beginning to think you ran out on me,” Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.

“You really are impatient,” You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, “Is everyone still at the table?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, “But I’m sick of them, let’s do our own thing for now.”

Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You haven’t been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.

“Leaving already?” Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.

“Yeah, we’re… tired,” Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, “And it’s late.”

“Hm,” Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldn’t help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tired—just ready to leave.

He smirked, “Have fun.”

“What did that mean?” You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.

“Don’t know,” Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, “Will you spend the night at my place?”

“I don’t have clothes,” You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.

“I mean… we won’t really need tha—“

“Jungkook!” You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.

“I can’t take too much credit,” You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, “You’re the one who picked out the dress.”

“It’s not about the dress,” Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, “It’s about the person wearing it.”

“And what about when I’m not wearing it?” You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldn’t help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night he’d have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.

“Y/n,” Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didn’t expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.

Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered by—even when Taehyung would make a fuss about something—and that made you feel even more embarrassed.

You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.

“You’ve been handsy all night, y’know,” You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.

There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldn’t quite reach him and tried to lean upward.

Jungkook’s hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, “Jungkook.”

“I can’t help it,” He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, “I’ve been good all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase “And I’ve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or your… roommate, just you and I. I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”

With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.

Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him he’s dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know he’s muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.

Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasn’t enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.

"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.

“Surprising?” He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.

A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.

He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.

“Is this good?” Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.

"Jungko—ngh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.

You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.

Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.

It didn’t go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as you’ve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.

“You had nothing under this entire time?” Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, “If I would’ve known we would’ve never left your apartment.”

“Good thing I didn’t tell you then,” You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.

Tonight had been something he’s known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed you’re sure he would’ve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldn’t get a panty line on the dress.

He must’ve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.

Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.

You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldn’t squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.

His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.

Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.

You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mind—aimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.

Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.

You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldn’t remember the last time you let someone touch you—pleasure you. It surely wasn’t with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didn’t make you feel the way Jungkook did.

"Oh—" you moaned softly, hands in his

dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.

Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.

Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didn’t take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.

“Baby,” Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.

You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.

A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.

Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.

You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.

You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.

"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm so—close."

It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldn’t take anymore. You didn’t pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.

Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.

It was the best head he’s ever received yet his cock ached for more.

“Condom?” You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didn’t bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.

He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.

The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadn’t seen before. Every time he’d seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasn’t the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.

"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.

“That’s it baby,” he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldn’t help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.

He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."

You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.

He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, “Fuck, I can’t.”

You didn’t pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.

A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.

He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didn’t give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.

“Gonna cum for me?” He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.

“Please,” you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.

A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldn’t hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.

You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkook’s fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.

You don’t remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you could’ve.

He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.

Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkook’s arm trapped you against him.

“What time is it?” You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things you’d forgotten.

The time on Jungkook’s alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You should’ve been on it and on your way to the cafe.

“Y/n,” Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, “Back to sleep.”

“I’m going to be late to the cafe,” You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.

“Who cares about that one, let’s sleep a little longer,” He said and although your heart raced, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Don’t you have work today? We’ll both be late,” You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasn’t hearing any of it.

“I’m in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today I’m choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,” Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.

“Not all of us are as lucky,” You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.

His smile was mischievous, “So I’ve been thinking…”

“Yes?”

“We already barely have time to see each other,” Jungkook said with a small pout, “And you live so far with someone who doesn’t deserve to see you as often as he does…”

“Well, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesn’t have the space to let you move in with her and I really don’t want you stressing about rent or living with someone you don’t want to live with,” Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, “So what do you say?”

“You live far,” You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You weren’t completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.

“That’s why I think you should quit at the cafe,” Jungkook said eagerly, “That way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. I’ll take you or get you a driver—a car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldn’t be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but I’m asking you, will you move in with me?”

“I have to think about it,” you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with Taehyung…

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, “… And if you ever decide you don’t want to be at the bar either… you’ll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.”

“You’re offering too much,” You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, “I’ll really start to think about it.”

“Please, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,” Jungkook says.

In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.

It’s like you’re what he’s been looking for and he’s what you need—someone trusting, reliable and loving.

Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he can’t help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.

Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didn’t matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is you’re fit for him and he’s fit for you. He’ll show you things you’ve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.

To do that, you have to let him in.

“So no work?” Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.

“I guess not,” You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, “But I should still go home.”

“To pack?”

“No, to shower and get dressed,” You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, “Well talk about it more later, last night was…”

“A lot?”

“You can say that”

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the girl is mine | charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: when your new movie comes out, your boyfriend and girlfriend get jealous of fans shipping you with your costar, even though your relationship is still a secret to the public

fc: rachel zegler

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a/n: and he wins in austinnnn! (with alex because apparently now i cannot write about charles without also writing about alex)

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alexandrasaintmleux i love you y/n you’re the most talented and the prettiest and kindest and ours🥰🥰🥰

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loveanddeepdick · 7 months ago

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Please could I get anything to do with an obsessed geto when he’s feeling jealous/possessive- I’m a new follower and I love your obsessed geto work😩

hii anon i’m saurrr excited this is my first req! so ask and you shall receive! if u guys want more then just lmk >.<

obsessed!geto x f!reader || no genitalia is present but I marked it f!reader because shoko and geto refer to you with feminine terms, continuation of my previous obsessed!geto post

cw and notes: sfw but suggestive, geto is extremely possessive and jealous on the dl, SHOKO AND HIGURAMA CAMEO YAY, mentions of handcuffing you, shoko is concerned that geto is too clingy with you hehe

obsessed!geto who sees you talking to higurama at school when while drops off yuji’s items. he watches from the doorway into the courthe knows it’s unreasonable for his blood to be boiling at the sight of you talking to another man but he knows you’re loyal. no matter where you were, you were his girl and he was your man.

higurama’s eyes catches geto’s as he’s closing his conversation with you. both men are silent, staring at each other.

“thanks, hiromi! i’ll see you when yuji comes back from his school trip!”, you waved higurama goodbye, not sensing the eyes burning in your back.

“uh—yeah, i’ll see you”

right as higurama turns around, you yelp, almost dropping the box of yuji’s items when you feel two hands wrap around your waist.

“hi angel”, geto mumbled into your ear. you turn around, meeting the pretty face of your boyfriend. his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed against your head.

“whats going on, sugu? usually you hate pda”

“just missed you, that’s all”

“is this because of hiromi? are you jellyyy”, you giggle, squeezing his cheek. he gives a low chuckle before nodding his head again.

“aww.. you big ol’ baby, you know you’re the only for me!”

“yeah, i know sweetheart. im the only man for you”

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obsessed!geto who hates when someone actually notices and points out how clingy he can be. of course, geto knows he's possessive and wants to stay as nonchalant as possible but it’s so hard when he finds you so attractive.

it's a friday night in your house and you're laying on the couch with shoko, binging love island season six while snacking on some popcorn. you two are complaining about the men on screen when shoko brings up that geto is as clingy as the men on love island.

“heyy, girl, you know.. suguru is really clingy toward you, don’t you think? i've never seen him act this way", shoko mumbles, letting out a small giggle

geto overhears shoko from the kitchen, stopping in his steps. shoko was his friend too and knows her too well. before he could deject, he hears you instead.

"hm? i don't think he's too clingy. i think it's just right, actually", you reply with a mouth full of popcorn.

"you two talking about me?" geto smiles as he snakes a hand on the nape of your neck and down your back as he approaches you two from behind the couch.

"jeez, give us a warning, suguru. i was just telling your wifey here that you need to lay off her back a little. i mean, you two are way past your honeymoon stage and you're still connected to her as if you're handcuffed or something", shook shrugged.

well that was an idea for later

"shoko, i think i know what's best for my girlfriend. if she wants space, she would've told me", geto plants a kiss before leaving the room again, chuckling at shoko, "maybe find a girlfriend of your own, ierie".

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after shoko left, it was 1:27am and you were cleaning up the blankets. you felt geto's looming presence in the doorway of the living room as you threw away the unpopped popcorn bits into the trash. you turned your head and he smiled when he noticed that you finally acknowledged him. it was almost eerie the way he could show up, go places, and just stalk there without anyone noticing. you, being his girlfriend, of course became accustomed to it and it didn't scare you anymore.

"hi, baby, not sleeping yet?" you shuffle over in your comfy slippers and give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth before brushing your thumb on his cheek.

"nah.. just waiting for you, angel", geto stepped forward towards you and cupped your face. his calloused hands englufed your cheeks as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

"am i too clingy for you, doll? do you want some space?".

geto almost smirked knowing your answer. of course it'd be no. he knew you and had dug up everything about you before you two had officially started dating. it's not like he had to change anything about him, he always was and will be your perfect man.

"mm-mm!", you shook your head, "don't think about was ierie said too much, sugu".

geto visibly relaxed a little. his shoulders slightly came down before his right hand trailed down to your waist and his other hand reached into his pocket to pull out something metal.

you were his. you'd always be his no matter how people looked at you too.

"so... about the handcuff thing that she said earlier.."

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto smut #geto suguru #rina journal 📝#obsessed!geto

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enhaven · 1 month ago

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blow off ⤑ sjy, pjs (m.)

pairing: jake x reader x jay

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut, pwp-ish?, a little fluff, guess what they are as always 💋

summary: it seems that your boys have blown off some steam already but is it enough though?

warnings: explicit sexual content, pet names, cunnilingus so..munch!jake, car sex?, dry humping, exhibitionism, subtle power play?, fingering, face sitting, edging, a bit of cum play? slight voyeurism? humiliation, aftercare <3

a/n: i love waking up to things like this damn this is the munchiest looking jake ever 😩 this short live destroyed me goodbye lol

"like my new hair sweets?"

jake asks excitedly, noticing you eyeing his disheveled bangs when you entered their mini van. "mhmm, its fluffy again", you muse, brushing the long strands of his hair as you straddle his lap. it's the habit you developed with him when it's just the boys around, something that jake treasures a lot.

his hands are on your waist right away, pulling you closer to him for a hug. beside you both sits jay, who's been busy on his phone.

"i didn't cut my hair" he answers without looking up before you can get your question out. you didn't bother on replying because jake starts nuzzling his face against your bare décolletage, his bangs tickling your skin that's pulling your attention back to him.

when you didn't answer like jay expected, he looked up to see the reason why. he smirks before he reaches out, sliding his calloused hand around your nape to bring your face close to him.

and then he kisses you.

the deep and deliberate kind, the one that pisses jake off. jay does this often to taunt him, a payback for the amount of times he's teased him. not that it's the only way that would work but it has the most effect on jake, on any of them really.

you know the man beneath you has been holding back, doing his best to not give jay the satisfaction but it wasn't until you let out a moan after jay bites your lower lip that jake finally breaks.

"aye not fair baby, come here" he whines, tugging you back and jay releases you, rolling his eyes at jake's childishness.

"its my favourite hairstyle on him jakey, you know that" you reason, crossing your arms matching jake's pout and he huffs. any hairstyle looks good on jay because of how handsome he is, but the slicked back hair he's sporting right now makes your pussy clench into nothing.

"thank you sweetheart" jay coos, reaching out again to play with your hair and jake throws him a glare. "you're too impatient" jay declares, shooting you a wink, causing jake's hold on your waist to tighten.

"fine, 'm sorry" he mumbles but it's too quiet for your ears and jay's to hear. "what's that baby?" you tease, running your fingers through his hair. "i apologized alreadyy," he whines and you glanced at jay briefly before smiling down at jake.

oh how you love teasing him. he gets sulky whenever he's at a disadvantage but jay barely did anything.

you lean in to finally kiss him and he meets you halfway, devouring your lips eagerly that you couldn't help but giggle. it's probably because jay kissed you first but nevertheless, you match his ferocity, both your hands busy playing with his hair while tugging at his hoodie to bring your bodies even closer.

the two of you are drowning with one another's kisses that you almost forgot jay beside you. it isn't until you hear the sound of the seatbelt unbuckling which distracts you, removing your lips from jake's and turning to jay with questioning eyes.

he's not annoyed is he?

"i have to take this" he states, showing you his phone screen of someone calling him. he didn't really have to but he saw the worry creeping in your eyes did that for reassurance. you nod regardless and he leaves, sliding the door close, leaving you alone with his friend.

jake has been kissing your neck ever since but he's not leaving any marks. that's not for him to do but he'll make sure to feel you good while he can have you alone before jay comes back. his lips return to yours although this time, his attention is more on pulling your tight dress up.

excitement courses through you when jake's hands decide to slide your undies down, throwing the tiny piece of cloth somewhere. he's on a mission and you've been giving him hints on what you want, noticing it right away when you chose him tonight.

"ride my face baby" he whispers in between kisses, his voice hoarse and so needy. it's the one he uses when he wants his way with you, luring you in through his voice his half-lidded eyes. add the way he's been biting his lips, further enticing you to comply.

of course you will. you love jake's mouth, those addicting plump lips always make you weak even just with a couple kisses.

not wasting anymore time, you immediately got off his lap so he can lie down across the seats. he eagerly grabbing your body that you almost lost your footing before climbing up to him.

"patience, jaeyun.." you playfully chide, grabbing his handsome face as you hover above him. his hands circle around each of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

his very fuckable face.

you lower yourself on jake's awaiting mouth and he immediately smothers his face on your pussy. his tongue darts out to lick a stripe along your soaking slit, slurping the juices that he accumulated. you couldn't help but thread your fingers through jake's hair, tugging them as your hips move along naturally.

he only groans against your pussy as a reply, pulling you closer that you're almost worried you'll suffocate him.

the only thing can be heard inside the car are the noises you and jake has been making. combinations of your moans and the slurping sounds his mouth makes against your drenching core amplify every second that you're sure you can be heard from the outside.

"taste so good, baby" he distanced his mouth from your core to speak, opening his eyes to take a good view of you above him. you're so pretty while struggling to hold yourself up, gripping the car seat with one hand while the other grapples the door behind his head.

jake reaches to pull your arm down, almost throwing you off balance but his other arm thankfully steadies you. you looked down at him in confusion until he guides your hand to his luscious hair. "back here, sweets" he whispers, smirking before diving back to your pussy.

you're knocked on your knees, pushing your core towards jake's mouth more but with a better balance. then you roll your hips again, finding the rhythm almost immediately.

"jake-y, i'm close" you whine when his tongue leaves your core and instead starts flicking your swollen nub. the band on your lower abdomen tightens but before you can claim your impending release, the door in front of you slides open, revealing a surprised jay who caught you in his arms when your body falls forward.

your squeal and jay's presence didn't deter jake who continued lapping your pussy which made you tremble in jay's hold. your face ended up leaning on his chest, heaving since jake seems spurred. he's hallowing his cheeks to focus on sucking your clit and your legs begin to shake more.

you feel jay's chest rise as he takes a deep sigh and that's when you know he's annoyed since he hasn't said a word yet.

jay didn't think it'll be this fast although he should've known since jake's insatiable. they all are when it comes to you but jay takes pride of his restraint. after all, he's one of the best so he knows he'll enjoy this.

jay feels you stiffen then watches you lift your head slowly to look at him. the slight agitation in your eyes are clear but also humiliation at being caught in this compromising position.

"j-jay" you pull your upper body off his, gasping when jake doesn't stop but jay's just watching you, how jake's so immersed in you out even when you're essentially exposed to anyone passing by the car. jay's leaving it open and you don't know why. you're nervous since his eyes have been scrutinizing your body, particularly staring at where jake's currently devouring your cunt.

but he does look sideways to check if there's anyone around.

jay's brows are scrunched, immediately pulling the edge of your top down, exposing your tits to the cold air. the sensation made you moan out loud and resume your hips again, much to jake's delight.

until jay suddenly speaks.

"up"

you paused, searching his eyes with your pleading ones.

"fuck off, she didn't cum yet" jake complains from below but your focus is on jay who's still staring at you. his eyes drop to your bouncing tits and you thought he'd start playing with them at least.

he didn't so you rise off of jake's face clumsily much to his dismay. you didn't want jay to be mad at you or jake. he most likely woudn't but you'd still wanna avoid that. proved that he isn't when he assisted you while climbing off of jake who then got up so jay can go back to his seat.

jake scoots over so you can be in between him and jay but his friend acts nothing happened, turning to him in frustration.

"if you're not gonna do anything, let me at least continue" he states with a slight edge, pulling your shaking body back to his lap. he was about to pull his pants down when jay grabs his elbow to stop him.

"you can't fuck her"

"why the hell not?" jake groans in exasperation but he shuts up when jay sends him a death glare. after a few seconds of their heated stares, jake's face morphs in understanding while you're left confused.

"but i want to fuck jake" you say indignantly, like you weren't just cowering from jay, challenging him who's now shifted his eyes on you.

"your moans interrupted my call" he responds in a bored tone but his gaze tells you otherwise. you're caught off guard with the reason of his return, a flash of embarrassment flashes through you at the prospect of your moans being heard by the person who jay was in the phone with.

"it's..i didn't—" your mind's trying to come up with any excuse but you got none, looking helplessly at jake to chime in to appease jay.

"don't worry" he murmurs against your neck, dropping his head after to take one of your tits to his mouth. your eyes close at once, the worry about jay leaving your mind as jake plays your perked nipple with his tongue.

his hands are back on your waist, gradually lowering them to cup your ass. you ended up kissing jake again, totally ignoring jay's presence beside you as you begin grinding on jake's bulge. you're getting lost into jake's kisses, deepening into them while his hands come up to knead your tits when you feel two thick fingers prodding against your sodden core.

jake's lips descends to your jaw and neck, giving you the opportunity to look at jay, who's not even looking you at the moment. his attention's solely on his phone that he's holding in one hand which distracted you. then he finally inserts his fingers in, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. it got jake's attention because your hips begin to move again.

"what the fuck?" he protests, glaring at jay but the latter ignores his whims.

"don't stop now or she'll start crying soon" jay responds casually, like his fingers are not knuckle deep inside you.

"p-please" you whine to jake's ears, sounding so needy, one of his many weaknesses when it comes to you. the thing is, he doesn't know who you're begging to. he stops your hips instantly, urging you to answer without him asking.

your body's been twitching, so sensitive from all the ministrations from the both of them that you don't even notice jake's silent question. jay helps you however, by thrusting his fingers slowly but it's still not enough.

you want more.

"fuck...jay"

your moan of jay's name made jake scoff but you don't even care. all you want is to cum. your shaking legs and ragged breathing should've been enough of a sign for both boys. you just have to wait which one of them will take pity of you.

to your relief, jake didn't argue anymore like he usually would. his reluctant hands releases your hips before resuming where his lips were before jay interrupted.

"this can't do" jake says after a few seconds, hoisting you up so you can bounce more. you turn to jay needily, reaching out to him but he only increases the pace of his fingers inside you.

"jongseong..please" jay halts when you call him his other name. you must be very desperate then, evident when you start blabbing more words while grabbing his jacket with one hand.

jake grants your request instead, maneuvering your body around, forcing jay to remove his fingers from your pussy. you whine loudly at the emptiness but jay grabs your body closer to him, tweaking your sensitive with his drenched fingers.

"what do you want?" he asks fondly, looking at you with fascination even when he knows what you've been asking. it's an excuse so he can spread your own juices across both of your tits to tease you more.

your mind's fogged now that jake's started playing with your clit; twisting and pinching the swollen nub and you're trying to close your thighs but his grip on them stops you.

"she doesn't even know, tsk" you squirm at jake's touches, his words adding to your delirium at the moment. you just something, anything that'll let you cum but they keep asking for specifics.

tears well in your eyes and jay notices right away, pulling your body up so your back's leaning against his clothed chest. jake meets jay's eyes, moving down his fingers to tease your dripping core. the tip of his fingers run along your slit and you want to cry in frustration.

"no..more..teasing, please jaeyun i wanna cum" you give him your most needy eyes in hopes that he'll put them in. however, jay starts kissing the side of your neck, causing your eyes to close and louder moans coming out from you at the feeling of his teeth nipping your skin.

jay continues to leave marks and you tilt your head so he'd have more access, alternating from sucking and biting that you almost forgot jake pausing to watch you both. jay's hands have been squeezing your tits at the same time and your hand comes up to grab his neck, your attention's solely on him now.

of course, jake won't take kindly to that. he pushes three fingers inside you without warning, leading for you to squeal in surprise but relief that he's finally touching you again.

"i'm not sure if i want to now sweets" he says, his faux dismissal made you clench around his fingers either way. you tug jay's gelled hair for back up but he only smirks against your skin. a whine escapes you when jake slowly removes his fingers, closing your legs to trap his arm in between them.

your free hand takes jake's wrist to convince him, your eyes fixated on his veiny fingers coated with your slick. you hope you'd entice him since you've been trying your best to pay attention despite jay's current mission to distract you.

"i've been good..to you both" you breathe out the last phrase with another whine and jay stops his hands from kneading your breasts to get a good look at your face. the daze in your eyes, your mouth gaping with the occasional twitch of your body are all signs that you're near your limit and both boys know it.

throwing another glance at jake, the latter returns his fingers, thrusting back to feel your walls spazz around them.

"yeah? think you can cum or should i make you squirt too?" jake teases even though he can't take the risk. you shake your head no; you don't think you can anymore if they prolong this teasing. your hips jerk and jake fastens the pace of his fingers, his thumb rolling eights against your nub. then suddenly your back arches, your body going rigid as you reach your climax.

you let out a squeal of protest when jake doesn't stop, the squelching sounds from your pussy are all both boys can hear and it's taking all their might to not to fuck you after.

"there we go...so pretty" jay whispers, helping you out with your high by kneading your breasts again, sparing your perked nipples this time so you can finally relax.

"well, you're messy" jay comments, stroking your twitching body while jake's making sure you won't be spilling in the car seats. they can't afford to make excuses later on and put you in a difficult situation. jake had to collect your juices as much as he can and push them back inside your swollen pussy.

you're whimpering, walls twitching at the oversensitivity and its making jake grin in amusement. you're looking at him invitingly and he had to immediately remove his fingers, propping them to his mouth. he's had to close his eyes as he sucks your release off of them, a convincing excuse to avoid your eyes before he can't stop himself.

jay knows that jake's struggling so he sits up, pulling your body along with him, leading for your ass to sit right on his hardening dick.

"might fuck her in the ass, what do you say baby?" jay chuckles deeply as he asks, noting that you can feel how hard he's been. he's just teasing to see if you still want more.

you can barely focus with the intense pleasure you're still under and now this. you heard jay's words clearly though, grinning to yourself at his idea. "later.." you whimper, grinding your ass cheeks on his bulge a little and he scoffs at your greed, gripping your hips as a warning.

jake eyes your current state; your mini dress is rumpled in your midsection, swollen tits out on display and your pussy's still soaking from your own release. you're humming, hands touching jay's arms to let you go but he doesn't.

jay looks at jake, recognizing those big eyes silently asking him to hand you over so he relents. he knows how much jakes loves cuddling you outside of sex and you've grown accustomed to jake's hugs quickly out of all of them.

jake cradles you in his arms while jay hurriedly rolls down windows, letting the fresh air inside the car. you're dozing off as jake hurriedly puts your clothes back on your body, pulling the hems of your dress back in place.

you hug him once he finishes to show your gratitude, not minding that he didn't include your panties. you know jay has it but you're too tired to ask for it back. they randomly keep it whenever you have sex so you don't really care. sometimes they return it, washed and sometimes not.

a few minutes later, the driver's seat opened and it stirs you. their driver wordlessly starts the engine and jake moves your body, lying you down side ways so you'd be comfortable. jay receives your upper half, placing your head on his lap. after you're situated, jake finally fishes his phone from his pocket, grinning wickedly as he quickly sends a series of texts to update the group chat.

jay shakes his head, the side of his mouth curling at his friend's antics. he looks down at your pretty face, finding you adorable that you're trying to keep your eyes open as soon as the care begins to move.

"sleep baby, we'll wake you up once we arrive hmm?"

you can barely hear his voice, nuzzling his thighs but you nod either way while strokes your hair as you fall in to deep slumber.

e/n: and as always, all my planned fics went over the cliff lmao i'm sorry y'all for the delays idk why i'm like this.

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vinnyvamppp · 2 months ago

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Hey love you are a great writer so much so i had to request you to write a fic This story idea is super toxic This would never be a real scenario But I'm twisted so here's how it goes sinister mark or whom ever you choose is trying to study and girlfriend is just trying to get his attention kissing him, loving on him taking pictures with him and his snaps and accidentally hit her. He doesn't think that she will fight back though turning into this toxic love hate f$ck

You would be doing a great service (to me mostly😩)

Attention Hungry

NOTE: The person requested and the people have agreed! Typing this on my phone in staples while they fix my computer made me lose brain cells. Sorry in advance! Didn’t stray too far from the request. @nefertiti2003

Warnings: Rough Sex, Accidental Assault, Mild Choking, Mutual Orgasm, Hate Fucking, Power Imbalance, Pussy Eating, Dom!Invincible Variant, Power Bottom!Reader, Biting, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Love/Hate Relationship, Porn w a Plot, etc.

Sinister!Mark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,072

Mark is at his desk, the glow of his tablet screen reflecting against the sharp angles of his face. His brows are furrowed in concentration, scanning lines of text faster than any normal person could. The lamp above casts long shadows, stretching across his strong frame, making him look even more unapproachable than usual. You should know better than to bother him when he’s like this, when he’s focused and distant.

But you never listen.

You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his back. His body is warm—too warm almost, like a furnace barely contained beneath his skin. A normal person would melt under the heat of him. You just take it as an invitation. “Mark,” you murmur against his ear, letting your lips brush against the skin just below it. He doesn’t react. Not at first.

You tighten your arms, fingers splaying over the solid muscle of his chest. “You’ve been sitting here forever.” Your tone sing-songy. Nothing.

You try again, trailing your fingers up his neck, into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. His jaw tenses, slight progress, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re really gonna ignore me?” STILL nothing.

Alright then.

You grab his phone from the desk and spin away before he can snatch it back. “Smile,” you tease, pointing the camera at him. He doesn’t even glance up, still reading, as if you’re nothing but background noise. So you step closer, angling yourself into the shot, pressing against his arm. Click. The flash goes off, illuminating his sharp features, and his unreadable eyes. Blinding you in the process. That gets his attention.

It happens fast, too fast to catch.

A blur of movement, his hand shoots out. A hard impact wallops across your face, your head jerks to the side. The sharp sting spreads across your cheek before you even register what happened. For a second, everything stops. Your breath catches and your heart slams against your ribs. Mark’s hand hovers in the air where your face used to be, fingers still curled slightly from the slap.

You gasp. He blinks.

Then he exhales sharply through his nose, something unreadable flashing behind those crimson-tinted eyes. A mistake? No, he doesn’t make those. His mouth parts like he’s about to say something, but you don’t give him the chance.

Your hand flies before you even think about it, striking him across the face just as fast. The crack of skin-on-skin reverberates through the room. His head barely moves. Your palm burns from the impact. It didn’t hurt, but he felt it. He shouldn’t have felt it, that means he was getting weak, it meant he had to show who was stronger, better in every way. And he would.

Slowly—and I mean eerily slow—Mark turns his head back toward you. His tongue swipes over his lip, testing for blood before grinning. “Really?” His voice is low and amused, almost unfamiliar. Your heart pounds, but you don’t step back, you can’t. The air between you is electric, suffocating, and dangerous. His fingers flex, then relax. His eyes roam over you, slow and deliberate. He shifts in his chair, the movement lazy—like a predator just now deciding whether the thing in front of him is prey or something worth playing with first.

With one hand, he grabs your wrist, yanking you down onto his lap. "Now you have my attention."

He seemed amused, if anything.

With a short huff, your wrist curled against his firm grip, yanking with all your might. Nothing. His fingers barely budged, the strength in his hold effortless, as if he wasn’t even trying to restrain you, just reminding you that he could. Your jaw clenched, brows furrowed as you gritted. “Let go.” Mark tilted his head, eyes glinting under the dim light. “Why?”

Your skin burned where he touched you. Not from pain but from frustration, from the way he always did this. Letting you squirm, watching you fight, like you were nothing but a passing entertainment. Like you didn’t even matter. “You don’t even care,” you snapped, struggling again. “I don’t know why I—” He cut you off with a low chuckle. “Why you what?” His grip loosened, but only enough for his fingers to slide down your forearm, keeping you anchored in place. “Keep coming back? Keep trying to get my attention?”

Your breath hitched, but you covered it up with a scowl. “You never bother with me, Mark.” Something flickered in his expression, brief, perhaps sympathetic, but it was gone. “You’re always off somewhere else,” you continued, voice sharper now. “Thinking, planning, doing whatever the hell you do. You don’t talk to me, you don’t look at me, unless I force you to. Like I’m a distraction.”

Mark sighed, as if this entire conversation was beneath him. “You are a distraction.” The words stung more than you wanted to admit. Your nails dug into his wrist. “Then why the hell are you still holding onto me?” His fingers flexed around your arm. A quiet, drawn-out moment passed before he leaned in, just slightly, breath warm against your skin. “Because,” he murmured, “you’re not boring.”

Your stomach twisted. You hated the way your body reacted to him—to this. With a sharp inhale, you pushed against his chest. “I should leave.” Mark didn’t stop you nor did he tighten his grip. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, arms dropping to his sides, leaving you free, daring you. His eyes met yours, calm and all knowing. God, you hated that look. “Then do it.” The room felt smaller, like the walls were closing in. Your muscles tensed under his gaze as he watched and waited.

Seconds passed, your heart still pounding. You should leave. You should turn around, walk out the door, and never look back. But you didn’t move. Mark smirked. “That’s what I thought.” Your fingers curled into fists. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, dragging his gaze over you, less restrained this time, more sensual. “Funny. I hate you too.” Your chest rose and fell, breath shaky with something you refused to name. “Then let me go.” He exhaled through his nose, almost like a laugh, before reaching out. His fingers traced your jaw gently before gripping your chin, the sudden tightening causing you to go taut, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t think you want that,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “And I know I don’t.”

And just like that, you were pulled right back into his orbit.

You moved first, tilting your chin up, daring him, challenging him. His lips met yours in an instant, not gentle, not sweet but hungry. It was all heat and dominance, a battle for control that neither of you wanted to lose. His hand slid lower, fingers pressing into your skin, grounding you against him. Every touch, every movement was controlled, always meant to remind you exactly who he was—who you were dealing with.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, "Still think you hate me?" You exhaled shakily. "More than ever." Mark’s grin was sharp, almost cocky. "Good."

He stood up abruptly, his chair clattering to the floor behind him. With a firm grip on your hips, he lifted you effortlessly, tossing you over his shoulder like a ragdoll. You yelped in surprise, the breath momentarily knocked out of you. You managed to gasp out as he carried you across the room, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He ignored your weak protested mumbles, his hand resting heavily on your ass as if to remind you of his dominance.

The bedsprings creaked as he threw you down onto the mattress, your body bouncing from the impact. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he was on top of you, his weight pinning you down. Your hands scrabbled at his chest, but he easily overpowered you, gripping your wrists and shoving them above your head.

His other hand found your throat, fingers curling around your slender neck. He applied just enough pressure to make you gasp, to remind you who was in control. His red eyes bore into yours, gleaming with a dark, feral hunger.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Fuck, yes. Now give it to me." He released your wrists, only to grab the collar of your shirt. With a sharp tug, he tore the fabric open, sending buttons flying across the room. Your breasts bounced free, the cool air pebbling your nipples.

He wasted no time, ducking his head to inhale your sweet scent as his tongue teased your collarbones. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pain and pleasure straight to your core. His hand roughly traced the curves of your figure, squeezing what he could. You arched into him, a moan escaping your lips. But he was already moving, trailing kisses down your stomach, pausing to flick his tongue against your navel. Lower and lower he went until his face was nestled between your thighs.

He breathed hotly against your core, the damp fabric of your panties the only barrier between you. With a low growl, he tugged them aside, exposing you to his hungry gaze. Without warning, he licked a long stripe up your slit, from entrance to clit, the wet heat of his tongue making you shudder. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing him closer, silently begging for more. He obliged, sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard. At the same time, he slid two fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out, giving you little time to adjust.

Your hips bucked against his face, fucking yourself on his tongue and fingers. But he didn't let up, his grip on your thighs holding you in place as he feasted on your pussy like a starving man. "Jesus, Mark," you gasped, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "Don't. Fucking. Stop..."

You doomed yourself, his eyes meeting yours

But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, he delivered a harsh teething and pulled away, leaving you empty and aching. You groaned at the loss, but it was quickly silenced as he covered your mouth with his, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against your thigh. He ground against you, seeking friction, and you knew he was just as desperate as you were. With a snarl, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. He yanked your hips up, positioning you on your hands and knees. You barely had time to steady yourself before he was inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

You cried out at the sudden invasion, your walls stretching around his thick length. But he didn't give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Each thrust was harder than the last, his hips slapping against your ass as he pounded into you. The obscene sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with your muffled moans and his grunts of pleasure.

His hand found your hair, fisting the strands and pulling your head back. He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. Both of too far gone in the haze of pleasure to form coherent words. He seemed to take that as a yes, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

You felt the pressure building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips. Your legs began to tremble, your arms threatening to give out beneath you. "Come for me," he demanded, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. "Let me feel you come all over my cock." This time coming as a more of a plea.

And with that final command, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clamped down around him, fluttering and squeezing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through you. Behind you, Mark let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge. He buried himself deep one last time, spilling his release inside you with a shuddering groan.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, both struggling to catch your breath. Finally, Mark slipped out of you, rolling onto his back and taking you with him. “We’re… not done yet, you fuck.” You sneered, and he obliged with a toothy grin. The tip of his cock rubbed gingerly against your lips as he parted the soft flesh. This is so dramatically written LMFAO.

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greg-montgomery · 5 months ago

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Y/N and Hotch meet at a bar durin one of the team’s outings and hook up but never get each other’s numbers and they both regret not exchangin contact info

Some time later and guess who shows up to his door with their arm around his son’s?? LMAOOO

The tension would go CRAZY ik it 😩😵‍💫

hiii, i'm posting a fic after a million yearsss <333 i hope you're all still here lmfao ilysm!!

nsfw-minors dni

wc: 1.3k

tags: aaron hotchner x fem!reader, boyfriend's dad!hotch, one night stand, lowkey angsty idk?? oh and his son is not jack in this bc it’d be weird 😭

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Mr. Hotchner.

That name was travelling around your brain all day.

Not only was he your boyfriend’s father, he was also an FBI agent. Meeting parents was already stressful enough – but no – your man's dad had to have the most intimidating job on the planet on top of it.

Your phone buzzed, and you blinked as a message flashed across your screen.

Nick: “I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you.”

You let out a sigh, staring at your closet. “Let’s see what we’re gonna wear to impress you tonight, Mr. Hotchner.”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“I don’t know!”

You truly didn’t. Something about all the descriptions of his father made you feel like there was a knot in your stomach.

“Just be yourself,” Nick said, and smoothed out your dress for you. Maybe he was just as worried about the impression you’d make to his dad.

“How original. Thanks.” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay now, stop being mean and knock.”

If only you had a time machine to warn yourself for what was about to happen. Because nothing could have prepared you for what was behind that door: tall, handsome, intimidating, and the best sex you’d ever had.

It was only four months ago that this man, your own boyfriend’s father, was inside you.

He licked his bottom lip while staring at yours. “I never do this.”

Did he think that you would judge him? On second thought though, looking into his eyes you realized he didn’t say it to explain himself, but to help you realize you were a special case.

And he succeeded.

“Me neither,” you admitted.

The next second you were pushed against the wall; his hard cock pressing against your bodies and his mouth on yours.

“Well…this is she,” Nick announced, his hand against your back urging you to move closer to his dad.

He reached out his hand for a handshake. “Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner.”

Aaron. It suit him.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, your voice weak.

“Nice to meet you, too. Come inside.”

How could he be so calm? Did he not recognize you?

That night had changed your life, and he didn’t fucking remember you?

Well, it seemed like he really didn’t.

You were practically shaking under his gaze, but he moved around like nothing strange was going on. He asked you questions, like what you did for a living and if you had any pets. He served the food he had prepared; god he was perfect - weak memory aside, of course. And made conversation like any father would with his future daughter in law.

Maybe you were going crazy. Maybe it wasn’t him.

But then he made that movement. That same movement he kept making when he was talking with his friends that night at the bar; when he had caught you staring…when you had caught him staring too.

Running his thumb over his knuckles.

It was him.

“Fuck,” he whispered between your kisses. “Do you know what you do to me?”

��I can feel it,” you said and moved your hand to cup his erection. His hot breath against your neck urged you to keep moving, slipping your hand on the inside of his boxers. “Can’t wait to feel it in me too.”

“Turn around.”

Without a need to be told twice, you did as he said. He pushed your skirt up, and pulled down your panties harshly.

His free hand grabbed your hair in his fist and pulled it, pressing your face against the wall to steady you. You had never felt dirtier.

“I don’t even know your name,” you said.

He moved closer, kissing the spot behind your ear. “You like that?” he asked, his hand grabbing your ass, and then slowly moving it across your thigh.

His fingers finally found their way between your legs, and you were thankful for the loud music ‘cause there was no way to keep quiet when he started rubbing your aching clit.

“Oh, you like it,” he answered his own question. “Like being touched by a stranger.”

“Fuck…”

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he moaned, two fingers of his entering your pussy.

“Please fuck me,” you whined. Your mind was clouded. There was no way you were that desperate, that you were begging a man you didn’t know for his dick.

He moved his fingers slowly, hitting all the right spots. “And what if I left you here, baby, hm?” he whispered in your ear. You moved your ass against him to match his movements, as he grinded himself on you. “What if I stopped touching you and walked away?”

“No…Please...”

You could hear him unbuckling his belt, and you grinned. And the next second you knew what heaven felt like.

“Baby?”

Your boyfriend’s voice snapped you out of our thoughts. Thank God.

“Sorry. I was thinking about work and zoned out.”

You dared to lift your eyes, only to find Aaron smirking.

He knew.

“My dad was asking you about the wine you brought.”

“Oh. Yeah…I got it from a store near my house, they have really quality-” As you tried to lift your glass and take a sip from the wine you were talking about, a clumsy move of yours had it spilling on your dress. “Shit!”

Nick rushed to clean you up with a napkin but you stopped him, gently placing your hand on his. “Honey, you’re gonna ruin the fabric, it’s okay.”

“Let me get you something old of mine to change at least.”

“I don’t wanna be trouble.”

“Stop it,” he said softly and kissed your forehead.

You caught Aaron’s intense stare with the corner of your eye.

Once your boyfriend ran upstairs to search through his old bedroom for clothes, it was finally just you and him.

“I’ve heard dish soap helps.”

You smiled. “Does it?”

He hit his hand on the table while standing up, urging you to follow him. “Let’s test it out.”

You followed him to the kitchen and observed him as he grabbed a towel and poured the soap on it. His shoulders were as broad as you remembered. The marks your nails had left on them had definitely faded by now, but they were there once.

“Let’s see…” he said, as he approached you.

He started rubbing the dirty spot of your dress, right below your belly with the towel. The closeness, his cologne, the feeling of his breath on you, teleported you back to that night…to that bar.

“You okay?”

“No.”

Aaron was taken aback from your honest answer, freezing.

His eyes softened when he looked into yours. A sigh escaped from his lips and he spoke again. “What a coincidence, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Hey,” he said, and caught your chin between his fingers to maintain eye contact. “It’s alright. This won’t be a problem, I can forget about it.”

“I can’t.”

His thumb moved from your chin, and started tracing your lips; his eyes following along with it. He took a deep breath again, closing his eyes. “He’s my son.”

“I know.”

“Found an old sweater and sweatpants.” Nick’s voice coming from the living room broke the tension.

“Thank you, baby!” you said as cheerfully as you could, pulling away from Aaron’s touch and running to your boyfriend.

“I see my son’s been treating you like a princess,” Aaron said, walking behind you.

“I have no complaints.”

“Good.” He turned to his son and pointed a finger at him. “Or someone else might steal her away.”

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mr. Hotchner,’ you thought, and judging from the smile Aaron gave you, he had read your mind.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #criminal minds #ask #hotch 🪐

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all u need is a platform x | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x fem love island contestant!reader SUMMARY: y/n makes a one-off comment about lando norris being her type in a confessional, and the internet rolls with it all the way to lando norris' twitch stream. A/N: just bc i love me some love island 😌

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#LoveIsland

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username she's one of my favourite islanders🫶 stunning girl

landonorris so if we vote for her she comes OUT you say?👀

yourusername don't you dare🤣 username LMAOO LANDO U BETTER NOT SABOTAGE💀💀

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username he's in the likes👀 ohhh the show's just getting started I see🍿

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username I'm sry but I'm gonna have to vote for my girl y/n BUT HEAR ME OUT it's bc there's a better man by the name of lando out here for her I think 😃

username sooo valid (I'm doing the same lmao) landonorris 😊 yourusername uhm- you guys😭😭

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loveisland The public has voted, and that means goodbye to this firecracker! 🧨👋 By the looks of it, it seems Y/N might not need to do much searching for fish in the sea though... 👀

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username ok lando pack it up, jack fowler is in the likes😩

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landonorris 🐠

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username she's literally the first to break 1 million followers lmao the hype is very much alive even if u don't wanna see it😌 username yeah and how many of those are lando fans hm? exactly username oooh u sound bitter babe xx

username lando and y/n better freaking date soon tho cause if I find out this was all in vain I'm literally gonna flip😭

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thesun Popular ex-Love Island contestant, Y/N L/N, has arrived in the UK to a warm welcome at Heathrow Airport, where she was greeted by family, friends, and a horde of fans.

Speculation about a potential romance between her and the famous F1 driver, Lando Norris, has been rife on the internet for the past few weeks. Many believe this could be the reason for her sudden dumping from the island, as fans allegedly orchestrated her exit in hopes of pairing the two together.

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username i got a pic with her!! she was such a sweetheart❤️

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username omg why are ppl still talking about her smh

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yourusername back in essex and straight to catching up with my lovelies xxx

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username lando norris dating announcement when 😃

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username telling you all about lando i hope

username and the fact that it's all lando's fault that you were voted off 😋 username LOL DON'T PIN THIS ON HIM NOW

landonorris welcome back y/n!

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username JACK FOWLER STAY TF BACK 🤺🤺🤺 we're team lando + y/n here!!!

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris has been spotted once again in the company of ex-Love Island contestant Y/N L/N, marking the fourth time in the past month the pair has been seen together in London. This time, fans observed them enjoying dinner together, appearing particularly close as they laughed and had their arms around each other.

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username real ones know y/n from the first ep of love island😌🫶

username I've been summoned🫡

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username AHHH FINALLY IVE BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS🤩

username what do u wanna bet she only has 2 gcses🙄

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lnfours · 8 months ago

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Hi baby! Saw you need some inspiration and I thought, do you know the early stages of dating? Like, you are getting to know the person and there are aspects you don't expect and surprise you and I imagined the first time reader realises how much clingy Lando can be and it's just cute and lovey dovey 🥺 maybe he is sick or something and turns into a giant baby

hello, my love!!! 🥹 it's been a while, i missed you sm!!! i hope you're doing well! <3

also, i can totally see lando turning into a big baby when he's sick, and even when he isn't 😁

blurb day to cure my writers block

it was early morning when lando's name lit up your phone, a soft buzz following his text. you knew he landed late last night and when you called him just before bed he sounded a bit nasally, almost like he was catching a cold.

sure enough, the text you read on the screen confirmed your suspicions.

would you kill me if i asked to reschedule our lunch date? i'm feeling like i got hit by a bus 😩

you immediately texted him back, fingers typing quickly on the screen.

not at all! do you need anything? i can stop at the store and come by, maybe make some soup if you're feeling up to it ❤️

he felt guilty for canceling the date you two had planned out before he left, especially because he had been away for weeks. his head was pounding and his sinuses were all stuffed up, but as he read your message back to him, he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. the sweet words making his heart jump up to his throat.

depends, does the chef also provide cuddles upon request? 🤔

i'm sure they'd be able to make special accommodations, just for you 😌

oh, he was on cloud nine...

lovely, see you soon? ❤️

see you soon ❤️

you threw on the first pair of sweatpants and hoodie you could find before grabbing your things and rushing out the door, making your way to the store. after browsing the medicine isle for all different kinds of treatments and debating on wether or not to splurge for the extra strength medicine, which you did, you grabbed the ingredients to make the soup. the same recipe your mom used to make for you whenever you were feeling under the weather, the one that worked like a charm.

and shortly after, you were knocking on the door to his apartment. smiling sympathetically when he opened the door with tired eyes and a small smile, the hood of his black hoodie pulled over the mess of brown curls. he looked tired, and he definitely looked sick.

"'ve got every medicine i could find," you said, pulling all the packages out from the bag and placing them onto the counter, "and the ingredients for the soup my mom used to make."

he sat in the stool at the kitchen island, head resting on his hand as he watched you open one of the packets of pills. you popped one out of it's foil casing, turning around and grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water before sliding them towards him, "here, this should help with the head and stuffy nose."

he nodded, taking the pills before reaching out to you now that you were in arms length. you let him pull you closer, slightly giggling and wrapping your arms around him as his head rested on your stomach.

you had heard that men were big babies whenever they were sick, but with lando it seemed... different. almost like he had been hiding the fact that he enjoyed cuddling into you, not wanting to scare you off in the beginning stages of your relationship.

but you didn't mind, not one bit. you liked this, and you would've stayed like this for the rest of the day if you didn't have a recipe to start.

his words were muffled into your sweatshirt as he softly spoke, voice gravely, "thank you."

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his hoodie-clad head, "'course,"

he picked his head up and you were met with the same grey-green eyes you were met with at the door, this time they screamed sleep deprived. you tucked the curls back underneath the hood, "wanna go lay on the couch while i start this? i'll join you when 'm done,"

he nodded, moving slowly towards the couch before flopping down, grabbing the blanket from the back panels and getting comfortable. he flipped the tv on as you tried your best not to be loud with the pots and pans, cautious of his pounding head.

and when the soup was finally at the stage where it had to be left to boil for hours, you made your way into the living room. you smiled softly at his cheek pressed against the couch cushion, eyes closed as he finally drifted off to sleep. you carefully joined him on the couch, stirring him awake shortly as he pulled you closer, legs intertwining with yours and his head falling to your chest.

the moment you realized you were slowly, but surely, falling in love with him. willing to do anything and everything for him as long as he was yours.

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dannyriccsystem · 5 days ago

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could you please do isack hadjar with #6? :]

AND I’M HERE, BY MY DOOR, WAITING FOR YOU…

1K SPECIAL - IH6

Watching a horror movie together

SUMMARY: Isack insists that he doesn’t get scared easily, but the night ends up with him curled up against you for comfort.

WORD COUNT: 529

WARNINGS: Fluff, descriptions of horror movies, Isack is a scaredy cat

FEATURING: Isack Hadjar x Reader

NOTE: HE’S SO 😩😩 Isack is so underrated. Where are my Isack fans

ISACK WAS ALREADY CURLED UP ON THE COUCH when you came out of the kitchen, a large bowl of popcorn in your hands. He had a soft, fuzzy blanket of yours pulled up to his chin as he eyed the paused beginning of the movie you selected. It was a psychological horror, which was one of your favorite genres. He insisted he loved horror, and wouldn’t mind the movie, but you could tell he was just lying to sound impressive for you.

You set the bowl down onto the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. “Hogging all the blankets?” You asked in a lightly teasing voice as you settled into the sofa beside him.

Isack cautiously draped half of it over you, n his hand drifting on your waist to pull you closer. He tried to mask it as a romantic act, but it felt more like you were going to end up being the thing he squeezed when the movie got to be unbearable. “Have you seen this before?” He asked, clearing his throat beforehand to sound just a tad bit deeper—a tad bit braver, too.

“I haven’t, it just recently came out.”

Great, so you were both going in blind. He firmly nodded and turned back to the screen. It was far away. It couldn’t hurt him. He was at home with his pretty girlfriend and nothing bad would happen, surely! He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and pulled it up, setting it between the two of you.

The movie started, and all was well. For you, of course. You watched with practiced calmness, the best reaction being a slight raise of the brows or a gasp at a particular jumpscare or intimidating revelation. Isack, on the other hand, was struggling. He tried to match your enthusiasm and nonchalance, wanting to seem tough for you, but he couldn’t.

You noticed. How could you not? By the ‘little-over-halfway’ mark in the movie, Isack had both arms encircling your waist, face halfway buried in your neck as he peeked out at the screen occasionally. Psychological horrors weren’t gory, but they were a million times scarier for some reason. He could handle blood and guts, but this really sent a chill down his spine.

“I thought you said you weren’t scared?” You giggled out, grabbing a handful of popcorn to munch on. He groaned, nuzzling his nose against you. He inhaled your scent, trying to focus on that instead of the horrors he was currently witnessing.

“I’m not…” But he totally sounded like he was.

“Sure. So why are you clinging to me then?”

“Can a guy not love and appreciate his girlfriend?” He asked, faking a dramatic scoff, which made you laugh in turn.

“I never said that.”

He just shook his head and then rested it against your shoulder, trying to relax for the remaining bits of the movie.

It worked.

It worked maybe too well, because as the credits rolled, you were stuck giggling at the sound of your boyfriend softly snoring. You tilted your head against his; he was warm as he held to you tightly, his body radiating warmth onto you.

Perfect.

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Hi!

Can you please make a fic about yang jeongin. Let’s say he has a tongue piercing and teases the HELL out of to y/n, like he makes y/n EXTREMELY flustered/excited and just pure torture. It’s pretty steamy like dom-ish, foreplay etc. let’s just say y/n is SPENT after all that teasing from him.

Please add your own ideas/thoughts it makes it more thrilling and exciting and also please make it really SPICY!?!? 🥵

Ps (tbh I’ve been craving this fic for sooooooooooo long!! Please make it come true!!!! Thanks a bunch 🙏🏽🥺😩🫶🏽🩷🤭)

Tongue Tied | Jeongin

Synopsis: You cannot stop thinking about your friend's new accessory, for lack of a better term. Particularly, how it feels in one certain aspect...

Pairing: dom!Jeongin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (18+ Recommended), friends to lovers, teasing, marking, biting, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, etc), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (please stay safe, darlings!!!)

Notice: Oh. My. Gosh. Darling!!! This request may just be my favorite I have ever received, and it was a BLAST to write! I hope I made your dreams come true! Enjoy the fiction, my darling!

Smut under the cut!

You were not exactly sure how you had ended up in this situation—laying on Jeongin's couch, a film half-forgotten playing in the background, and his lips locked on yours.

Ironically, the night had started innocently enough; it was a casual movie night for just the two of you, with snacks scattered between you. It was all smiles at first, the two of you making dumb jokes and either cackling until your stomachs ached or throwing popcorn at the other in response.

Somewhere in between the opening credits and the first act, however, the air had shifted.

Now, Jeongin was lounging far too closely, his hoodie sleeves pushed up and his long fingers resting just beside your thigh—close enough to brush against it every time he shifted. You tried to focus on the screen, yet his presence was magnetic. When he teasingly leaned over your lap to grab more popcorn, he lingered for a while, causing you to shift in your seat; his lips quirked into a knowing smile.

"You're staring," he teased, his voice soft but smug.

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. "Am not." He chuckled, leaning back.

"Sure you're not," his voiced was laced with playful skepticism. Then, he did it—the move that had been driving you insane all night: he darted his tongue out, the silver glint of his piercing catching the light as he toyed with his lip. You swallowed hard, your gaze flicking to the piercing before tearing away.

You had been fixated on Jeongin's tongue piercing since the moment he got it. He had casually strutted into a hangout session one night, casually flicking the jewelry against his teeth like it was the most normal thing in the world. You had tried to keep your mind off of it, but it was impossible. Something about the way it glinted when he spoke, paired with his already devastatingly teasing nature, had set your imagination on fire. Your mind had began to conjure up the dirtiest, thigh-rubbing scenarios imaginable; you knew it was downright unholy to think about your friend like this, but you could not help it.

He had noticed, of course—he had always noticed. Once he realized the effect it had on you, he never let you live it down. Hence, how you found yourself here, your body heating up with every movement of the boy.

"Caught you," he murmured, leaning closer, his voice dropping an octave. "I knew you liked my piercing."

"What?" you stammered, trying to sound unaffected. "No, I mean, it's just..." Jeongin tilted his head, feigning innocence, but his eyes sparked with mischief.

"It's just what, y/n? Use your words." You did not give a response, feeling a meek lump caught in your throat from his behavior.

He did not let up after that. You could only describe the next twenty minutes as pure torture. Every time you thought you had escaped his teasing, he found a way to pull you back to him; whether it was brushing his fingers over yours as he passed you the popcorn or leaning in to whisper something absurdly unnecessary about the movie's plot, his every action sent your pulse racing.

"Jeongin, just what are you trying to do here?" You crossed your arms, finally calling the devious boy out. His response made your stomach flip:

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, his tone mockingly pure, accompanied by a slow, deliberate smile. "You're the one getting all flustered, not me."

"Sure." You attempted to scoot away from Jeongin, your body already overstimulated from its continuously rising emotion; you had hoped moving away from Jeongin would cause him to bore, but instead, he persisted.

He shifted closer to you, his thigh brushing up against yours. You could feel his warmth through your clothes, his presence gradually overwhelming you. His hand made its way to ghost over yours, his touch light yet deliberate.

"You're so tense," he murmured, his voice a low drawl. "Do you need my help?"

You froze, your breath catching as his fingers trailed up your arm, barely touching you but leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Jeongin..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head, his lips quirking into that maddening smirk. "Something wrong?"

When you did not respond, he leaned in closer. You could feel his breath against your neck, his lips brushing just shy of your skin.

"Relax, y/n," he whispered. "You're so easy to tease. It's cute."

You tried to push him away, still feeling the guilt of enacting such unholy behaviors with your friend; however, your attempt was half-hearted at best. He chuckled, grabbing your wrist effortlessly.

"Don't push me away, darling," he commanded, his tone playful yet firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

Upon him saying that, he swiftly pinned you against the couch, his hands bracketing your sides as he hovered above you. His expression was both smug and something darker, his eyes locked on yours.

"You've been staring at my tongue all night," he stated bluntly, his lips quirking into a grin when you gaped at him. "Don't think I didn't notice.

"I wasn't—"

"No, no," he confidently teased. "You most certainly were. What's that little mind of yours thinking about?" Your heart skipped a beat as he dragged the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip, the metallic coating of his piercing glinting.

"Tell me what you want to know," he commanded while slowly trailing his thumb over your jawline, tilting your chin up just slightly.

"I," you stammered, the words stuck in your esophagus. You deeply exhaled before confessing: "I wanna know how it feels." Jeongin smirked, pride prominent as he relished in how he was making you feel.

"You're so easy to corrupt," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "Don't you think?" Before you could answer, Jeongin leaned down, his lips brushing against yours; the teasing was too much to bear. You were absolutely spent by that point, and thus, you pulled Jeongin flush against your lips.

The kiss was slow at first, his lips soft against yours as the both of you took your time. Then, you felt the cool press of his piercing as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding over yours. The sensation sent a shiver through your entire body; you were unable to prevent the small whine that escaped, causing Jeongin to chuckle against your lips.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. You could not answer, not with the way he was already pulling you closer, his hands sliding to your waist. One of his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers splaying over your bare skin. The touch was possessive, grounding, but his lips never left yours; he was kissing you as if he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

"Hey," you whispered when he finally pulled back for a moment, your chest heaving.

"Yeah?" he questioned, his tone laced with faux innocence. "What's wrong? Too much for you?"

You glared at him, weakly at best; he tilted your chin up once more, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"I can stop," he told you, his lips kissing down your jawline to your neck. He paused there, biting down gently, just enough to make a mark and cause you to arch into him. "Unless you want more."

Your breath hitched, and you could barely muster the courage to respond, yet you were able to utter out: "Don't stop."

That was Jeongin's breaking point.

Within a flash, Jeongin had you trapped beneath him on the couch, his hoodie discarded somewhere on the floor. His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, worshipping, as his lips and tongue worked to mark every inch of your skin. His lips sucked shades of red and purple into your neck, collarbones, and jawline, eliciting sincere noises from your end.

"You're so sensitive," he mumbled, his manner heavy with amusement and lust. "I've barely touched you and look at you already." He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, chuckling at how blown your eyes already appeared.

You wanted to retort, but all that came out was a shaky moan as he nipped at your collarbone, his tongue soothing the sting. His fingers managed to slide lower, teasing your waist slightly.

"Tell me what you want, y/n," he asked of you, his tone mixing between demand and tease.

"You," you breathed out, unable to keep the desperation out of your voice. Jeongin's grin widened, his hand dipping lower.

"Good girl." The cool of his piercing against your skin was the last coherent thought you had as he continued to tease and take his time with you. Each touch, each kiss, each flick of his tongue left you trembling beneath him; you were completely at his mercy. You stifled a moan as Jeongin continued to make use of the jewelry against your skin, the added pressure overstimulating you.

"Don't hold back," he whispered against your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I want to hear every sound you make."

With his lips grazing downwards, you completely let go, releasing a string of gasps, whines, and moans at Jeongin's actions. He chuckled at every reaction, the sound low and complacent, as if he was thoroughly enjoying his effect upon you.

Which he was.

"Stay still for me," he commanded, his fingers hooking under the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stopped just before he took it off completely, his eyes locked on yours. "This okay?"

You nodded in desperation, biting your lip.

His smirk widened as he slide the fabric over your head and tossed it aside. His gaze swept over you, dark but appreciative; the intensity of it made your skin heat up farther. His eyes fixated on your chest as one hand moved to cup your breast.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your nipple before his lips followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your breasts, occasionally intensifying to suck at the supple skin. He splayed and flicked his tongue against your nipples, his piercing making the sensation even more sensual. You squirmed under his touch, the anticipation building up with every second; you could feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

"Innie, please."

"Hm?" he glanced up at you, his tongue peeking out over his bottom lip; the piercing made itself visible once more and caused your brain to further go numb. "What is it, Sweetheart?"

You let out a frustrated whimper, leaning into his touch.

"Stop teasing."

"Oh, but it's the best part," he responded with a grin. His fingers inched their way down to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down delicately and watching your every reaction as he did so. You were left in nothing but your underwear, making his grin turn wicked.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" he inquired, his gaze fixated on the wet patch of your underwear. His hands trailed up your thighs, his thumbs rubbing over the sensitive skin that was just shy of where you needed him most.

You opened your mouth to deny his question, but the words caught in your throat as he dipped down, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh.

"Don't lie to me," he commanded softly, his voice a low purr. "I can see it. You've been dying to have me like this."

His tongue darted out before you could formulate a reply, the chill of the piercing against your burning skin sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He kissed his way up, his mouth hovering above where you needed him, but he did not move further. Not yet.

"I need you," you whimpered, your hands gripping the couch cushions as your patience wore thin. Jeongin laughed softly, the sound vibrating against your legs.

"Say please," he directed you in one last teasing measure.

"Please," you breathed, your voice shaky with need.

"Good baby," Jeongin cooed. He gently pulled down your underwear, and he finally pressed his mouth against you, his tongue first working on your clit with slow, accurate precision. The added sensation of his piercing added a new feeling that made you moan instinctually, your hips bucking harshly into Jeongin's face; the small, metallic ball added additional pressure with every suck, lick, and kiss, bringing you more pleasure than you had ever felt.

Jeongin's hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he licked through your folds, albeit torturously slow; he was determined to unravel you, taking his time to explore every reaction, every sound you made.

"You taste so good" he groaned, against you, his pace picking up slightly; his voice was rough with desire. "I could do this all night." Without warning, his tongue began playing at your entrance, slowly dipping in and curling upwards. His piercing slightly snagged at your walls, causing you to unintentionally clench around him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged lightly as the tension built higher and higher, your body trembling beneath him. Before you knew it, you felt a knot tightening within your stomach, much swifter than you had ever; perhaps it was the added intensity from his piercing or the prior foreplay that had riled you up beyond belief. Whatever it was, you were coming undone faster than you could comprehend.

"Jeongin, I'm..." You could not finish the sentence, the words dissolving into a cry as one last languid dip pushed you over the edge, his pierced tongue working together to pull every last bit of pleasure from you and the gem's pressure aiding in riding out your high.

He did not stop until you were completely spent, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath from the intensity of the orgasm. When he finally pulled away from you, his lips were glistening and his grin was pure satisfaction.

"You look so pretty like this," he told you, leaning up to kiss you and letting you taste yourself on his lips.

He did not give you time to breathe before his hands were everywhere once more, eventually settling on your waist as he hovered above you.

"Still with me?" he quieried against your lips softly, yet laced with anticipation. You nodded, though your body was still shaking from the first round of his attention.

"Yes," you managed to whisper through shaky heaves.

"Good," he replied, his lips curving into a smirk. "Because I'm not even close to being finished." His lips found yours again, but in a different manner this time; his kiss was less teasing and more consuming, his tongue shoved deep within your mouth as the chilled flick of his piercing sent sparks down your spine. It was not just a kiss, you thought; it was a promise of everything he was about to do to you.

"You're perfect," he uttered, almost to himself as his hands traced the curve of your waist, back down to your thighs. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? Do you know how long I've noticed you've been staring at my tongue, knowing you wanted the same thing?"

His confession sent a shiver through you; you had a pretty good idea as to what he meant, since you could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours and the hardness against your thigh. There was no doubt about how much this boy wanted you.

Yet, instead of answering his rhetorical question, you ran your hands over his bare chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his toned muscles. He groaned softly at your touch, his hips pressing into yours as his self-control began to waiver.

"We're friends, Jeongin," you finally admitted. "Should we really be doing this?"

"Friends don't do this, y/n," he giggled as he responded. "Besides, don't you think it's a little late to be asking that?" You chuckled slightly at his response, leaning into press another kiss to his lips; this one was softer, full of feeling.

"You don't know what you do to me," he mumbled, your confidence igniting under his praise. He lowered himself back down, brushing softly against your shoulder before he shifted his attention lower, his lips and jewel-adorned tongue leaving a trail of heat down your body. When he reached your thighs, he paused, his hands spreading your legs as he looked up at you.

"Think you're ready?" he questioned teasingly as he reached for the waistband of his sweats. You could not find the words to respond, but the way your eyes locked onto him, full of need and anticipation, was all the answer he needed.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them as well as his boxers down in one swift movement. Your imagination had not done you justice when it came to his size; he was perfect, not too long but not short either and just the right amount of thickness.

He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he positioned himself, his hand cupping your cheek as he whispered, "I'll be gentle. promise." You nodded desperately as he pushed himself in without a hurry, allowing you to adjust as your body stretched to accomodate him. The both of you moaned deeply, Jeongin's lips brushing against yours as he praised you.

"So good," he groaned as he began to move; each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your entire body. He set a slow sensual pace at first, savoring the way you gasped and moaned beneath him; at certain moments, his tongue dipped out, causing you to fixate on his piercing once again, the sight of the surprisingly arousing piece of jewelry causing your senses to heighten. You clenched around his length each time, causing Jeongin to instantly catch onto the situation, once again beginning his relentless teasing.

"All of this over my piercing," he cheekily remarked as his rhythm built. "I can't believe I have you ruined over a tongue piercing." His degredation had a slight fondness to it; nevertheless, your brain was haywire. You comprehended what he was saying but did not have to capacity to formulate a response.

Jeongin's movements became more urgent as he lost himself in you, whispering your name like a sacred mantra and his lips and hands never leaving your body as his high crept up on him. You felt your respective orgasm begin to approach as well, your head tilting back from the overwhelming amounts of pressure you were feeling.

"Look at me," he commanded with a bit of adoration. "I want to see you." He gently grasped your cheeks tilting your head down to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent your spiraling; to top it off, he flicked his tongue out once more, toying with the metal ball in between his teeth.

That was the end for you.

Your hips bucked into his sloppily as the tension inside of you reached its peak, your second orgasm crashing over you like a floodwave, more intense than the first.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. "Good job, sweetheart. Let go for me."

Just moments later, Jeongin followed, your name tumbling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, the force of his orgasm causing his legs to shake; white streams of cum coated your insides as the both of you came down from the high.

For a moment, the only audible sound was your combined heavy breathing. Jeongin slowly pulled out of you, rolling to the side and pulling you into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You alright?" he asked, his tone adorned with concern.

"More than okay," you nodded, resting your head against his chest as you tried to catch your breath, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Jeongin chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

"I guess you really liked my piercing," he chuckled teasingly, causing you to laugh softly.

"Can you blame me?" you inquired. "It makes you look hot."

"Oh, you think I'm hot?" Jeongin amped up his teasing once more, daring to slightly hover over you from the side once more, making you roll your eyes in response.

"Don't start," you murmured, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

"Why not? I don't think I'm done spoiling you yet," he replied with one last daring dart of his tongue out to lick his lips.

It was going to be a long night.

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glossypolaroidkisses · 3 months ago

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Have you seen that pic of Lu with facial hair? Omg imagine him after a long week with the scruff coming in😩 And he’s insecure about it like he feels like he needs to clean up but you’re fiendingggg for him bc he never lets it grow in..

omg yes i’ve seen it .. from the missing poster? i heard he wasn’t doing too well in that pic :,) regardless he is so handsome and i ❤️ facial hair!! u are seen. here’s what i came up with, enjoy:)

This week has felt endless, all of your days spent with Luigi on his computer. The sun has risen and set on his face as he’s been stuck on the couch at all hours, working.

You step through the door, dropping your work bag onto the ground and kicking off your shoes. “Hi, baby,”

“Hi, my love.” Luigi’s eyes stay glued to the screen. “How was work?”

You shrug. “The usual… you? Almost done?”

Luigi leans back, rubbing his face. “This software, I…” His words trail off into a groan. “I’m just over it. My eyes sting, my back aches… fuck.”

You quickly settle beside him, taking his laptop from his lap and closing it.

“Hey, no, it’s okay—”

“Let’s just put this here,” you say, placing it on the coffee table. “You need a break, Lu.”

He exhales deeply, knowing you’re right. Luigi never gives himself breaks, always pushing his limits. You’ve seen this before, he gets absorbed in a grueling work project and buries himself in it, neglecting himself, neglecting you. He gets into his own head, insecure moods, feeling like he’s given up his life for work.

Your fingers slip into his curls, massaging the back of his head, easing the tension at his nape. Luigi unintentionally melts into your touch, humming at the sensation. “Mmm, that feels so good,” he murmurs, eyes closed.

You grin. “You’re so cute.”

He scoffs. “Right. I feel disgusting. I probably look disgusting, too.” He rubs his chin. “Shit, my beard is coming in. I didn’t even realize. How bad is it?” He looks at you with the weariest eyes, as if he’s grown a wizard-style beard down to his ankles.

You chuckle. “It’s just scruff, Lu—”

“Oh god, it’s worse than I thought.”

“No, no! It’s… great. You look great.” you struggle to find the words.

“But you’re laughing. It’s bad.”

“Luigi, it’s not bad at all. You look, handsome.”

“Then why are you laughing?”

You hesitate, debating whether to say it out loud. Then you sigh, knowing you can’t take it back now. “You’re getting so worked up over a little bit of facial hair, and all I want to do is sit on it.”

Luigi blinks. His mouth parts slightly. “Oh.” He rubs his lip. “I thought you were laughing because it looked messy but… you…”

“Didn’t know how to tell you it turns me on?”

“Yeah…” He processes for a moment, sitting in silence. You chuckle. “Baby, I think all the screen time is getting to your brain.”

He laughs. “Wait, so… you find me hot like this?” He gestures to his face. You nod. “Like this?” He asks again, incredulous. “Yes!” you reply.

Luigi watches you closely, tilting his head slightly. The moment stretches between you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. Then, he raises an eyebrow. Your face heats instantly. Luigi’s lips curl into a slow, teasing smile. “No way. You’re actually flustered.” he remarks at your reaction to his charm. You immediately look away, covering your face with your hands. “Shut up.”

Luigi laughs. “I didn’t believe you at first, but wow.” he teases. You shake your head, face still covered. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” Luigi murmurs, voice low, almost a whisper.

“You’re not making this easier,” you mutter, your voice weaker than you want it to be.

Luigi chuckles, his hand brushing against your thigh; light, casual, but deliberate. His fingers graze the hem of your shirt, teasing the skin beneath it. You gasp softly, your breath hitching. Of course, Luigi notices. “What, baby?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it now, something darker. He moves closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “Tell me what you want.”

You can feel your heart beating in your chest. “You know what I want,” you breathe. A slow, knowing smile spreads across Luigi’s face as he pulls you in, his hand settling on your waist. “Do I?”

His lips press to your neck; Soft, barely there, but it makes your stomach flip. You turn your head, your lips only inches from his, “I want you,” you whisper. “Like this.”

Luigi exhales sharply, his lips brushing against yours as he leans in. The kiss starts slow, but it deepens quickly, turning into something urgent. His hands are no longer teasing; they’re pulling you closer, his tongue tracing yours.

Every touch, every kiss is a silent confession of how much you’ve missed this, missed him. His hands slip beneath your shirt, grazing your skin with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. He grips your waist, pressing you against him as he deepens the kiss. “Luigi…” you gasp, fingers threading through his disheveled curls. His eyes dark with desperation, flick between yours. “I’ve wanted you all week,” he murmurs. “But I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

You smirk, your hands roaming over his chest, “I’ve always had a thing for your facial hair. You’ve been driving me crazy these last few days.” you say. "Really?" Luigi huffs.

"You on the couch, working away, wouldn't even look at me... I couldn't keep my eyes off you... but you're so busy," you admit, breathless.

Luigi exhales, shaking his head. "I wasn't ignoring you." His hands tighten on your waist, as if grounding himself, reassuring you. "I just--" He sighs. "I felt like a mess. Stressed. Exhausted. And you—" His eyes search yours. "I didn't think you'd want this. Not when I was like that."

You hand gently grasps the side of his face, "Luigi," you murmur. "I always want you."

His breath hitches, something shifting in his gaze— something darker, needier— before he groans, gripping the backs of your thighs and pulling you effortlessly into his lap. "Good," he mutters, his voice thick with want. "I was getting sick of holding back." The change in position presses you even closer, heat searing between you.

You break away, breathless. "Luigi... your project.."

His lips brush over your jaw, his smirk teasing but his touch anything but. "Work can wait," he murmurs, his voice rough, hands moving over you with purpose. You chuckle breathlessly, your fingers slipping under his shirt, feeling the tight muscle beneath. “You’re right, you’ve been at it too long,” you murmur; not an accusation, but a plea. “You need a real break.”

Luigi’s gaze dips to your lips, then back to your eyes. He doesn’t smile this time. He just leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “I think I’ve found one,” he murmurs.

He kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every second. His scruff grazes your skin, making the kiss feel deeper, more intimate. When he pulls back, his expression is different—more dangerous, more certain. “You look so fucking good,” he mutters, voice thick with desire. His hands slide lower, confident and possessive, pulling you closer. His lips brush your ear, his stubble grazing your skin. “I’ve missed this,” Luigi breathes, his voice husky against you. “You. This. Right here.” He returns to your lips, his kisses growing deeper, hungrier. He pulls away just enough to let you breathe, his lips slick and eyes locked on yours. His hand moves up your thigh, slow and deliberate.

“I know this started because I had you all worked up,” he murmurs, voice rough. “But I think you deserve a little attention.” His fingers graze the hem of your pants, teasing.

You smirk, tilting your head. “But you've been working so hard, you deserve a little... satisfaction. Don't you think?"

Luigi’s gaze sharpens, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. “I’m not the one who’s been waiting all week,” he says, pulling you closer by tight grip on your waist.

You lean in, lips grazing his ear, your voice low and dripping with promise. “You look so good, just let me take care of you tonight.” The words hang in the air, charged with tension. “I mean.. you didn’t believe me, right? Let me prove it.” You let your fingers trace along his chest, teasing him as you pull back just enough to catch his reaction.

Luigi exhales a shaky breath, his grip tightening on you again. A low, appreciative chuckle escapes him, “I like the sound of that,” he gives in, his voice rough with need, “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Does that mean you’ll let your facial hair grow out a little more often?” You bat your eyelashes playfully. Luigi smirks, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Maybe, for you," he says, giving you a wink.

a/n: i just finished writing this at 3:40 am omfg i have work in the morning …. so I’m not properly editing this but i hope u guys like it regardless 🤭🤭🤭😇😇

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idontactuallyremember · 4 months ago

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Regarding the post about Thanos’s full back tattoo: imagine not having seen him in so long since he’s been recording songs and touring but he finally comes back home to you and you get a glimpse of the tatt after he takes off his jacket when he gets in. You’re SHOCKED but you’re like “does it go all the way down your back” and he’s all smirky and cocky and shit like “yeah, why princess, you wanna see” and you’re all “if you don’t strip rn…” and take your time admiring (and maybe licking and kissing all along that tattoo to show Thanos just how much you’ve missed him) 🥵🥵 someone write this out pleaaaase 😩

Hi, Anon. This is amazing and I wanted to write this so bad, I hope you like it <3

Notes/CW: Your famous boyfriend Thanos has been busy & you haven't seen him in a few months, SFW, flirting sexually but it's mostly playful fluff, Fem!reader, the games never happened you're just in love, You match his energy so good, (me finding out about his back tattoo is making me somewhat feral)

You wake up at 2am to your phone ringing; buzzing above your head.

You rub your eyes, the light from your phone giving you an instant headache. You try to decipher who could possibly be calling you this late.

"Thanos <3 is calling..." your phone screen burns into your eyes.

You swipe right, instantly.

"Hi, Princess," Thanos says, a certain excitement in his voice, "What'ya doing?"

"Was sleeping... what are you doing, baby?" you say, groggily.

"I just got done with a show but that doesn't matter. Look outside."

"What did you do now, huh?" You tease, still a little sleepy.

"Just look outside, brat." He teases back, then, sincerely: "Sorry I woke you."

"It's okay, you think whatever is outside will make up for it?" You scramble your robe on and look outside.

"I'd like to think so." He says, locking eyes with you immediately through the curtains.

"Su-bong, you fucking didn't! Come inside." You exclaim. Even in the dark, you knew it was him. You can't help the smile on your face. After all, it's probably been a few months since you saw him last.

"Wait before I do... I have a really serious question to ask you..." He says, his tone changing. Even from across the street and through the window his demeanor seemed to change.

"What's up, baby?" You ask.

"Can you push your tits up against the glass, pleasee-"

You hang up the phone and playfully give him the middle finger.

He flips you off back and makes his way to the front door. Even though he's your boyfriend, butterflies flittered in your stomach and chest anyway.

Meeting him downstairs, you open the door just as he's walking up.

"Fuck, c'mere, Princess." He says, slamming the door behind him as he grabs you, attacking your neck in wet kisses.

"I missed you so fucking much." He mutters breathlessly.

"I missed you, too. How did you even manage to get here?" You question.

"The show I played wasn't so far from here, I needed to see my girl." He pouts.

Peeling off his jacket he adds, "You always keep it 100 degrees in here, why?"

"So I can watch you undres-" you start, but get distracted. A tattoo- a new one- has you shocked for a moment. It starts at his middle finger, just below his nail bed, and trails under the sleeve of his shirt.

"Fuck..." you say, "when'd you do this?"

"You like it, princesa?" He smirks, complying when you grab his arm.

You notice more, too- on his neck.

"Fuck, yes. I love it." You say, trailing your nails down his neckline, "does it go down your back?"

"Mmm... why?" He smirks, "You just missed seeing me shirtless, huh?"

"C'mon, take it off." You say, starting to pull it over his head already.

His shirt thrown aside, you quickly admire his abs and focus on the tattoo.

Simply: 'Thanos' written in neat Korean letters.

"Little conceited, no?" You joke but your cheeks burn seeing the perfectly intricate lines across his muscular back.

He turns to face you- surely with a smartass comeback- but sees your flustered expression and he smiles, arrogantly.

"So on a scale of 1 to 'let's-go-break-our-bed', how would you rate the tattoo? Because right now you look like you're gonna jump on me." He says, sarcastically.

"Maybe a 9? It's a nice bed." You joke.

"Shut up." He says and swiftly grabs you, "Let's go upstairs."

Once you're in the bedroom, he throws you on the bed and lays next to you on his stomach.

The moment you start kissing up his back, he melts into the comfort of Home- the comfort of you.

You trace the lines with your fingers- with your tongue- up his back, down his arms, and up his neck into his hairline. You suck gently on the sexiest parts of his back and neck, leaving hickies.

You don't know how long you admire him but, eventually, Thanos snores softly into a pillow. You crawl next to him and pull a blanket over you both and before you know it, you're fast asleep.

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summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, oral (m receiving), self pleasure.

word count: 7.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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Fort Wayne, Texas - 2:30PM

Genesis took the day off from work today to prepare for an exciting photoshoot. As she sat in the makeup chair, a stylist expertly curled her hair, and she passed the time by scrolling through her social media feeds.

While she was engaged in that task, a notification popped up on her screen, revealing a text from Jey.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: Gigi come get yo’ man

She chuckled at his message.

Gigi🤍: he’s not my man yet we haven’t made it official

Brothaa💪🏽📍: still come get him he’s back acting out today bc you ain’t here rn fool actin like a feral dog rn

She was aware that this would occur during her absence. She understood just how needy Jimmy could be, and the wild part was—she adored it.

Gigi🤍: tell him I’ll be there to visit him later

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he don’t wanna hear none of that Gigi 😭😭 he wants you here now 😭

Gigi🤍: too bad he’s going have to wait tell him I said to be a good boy and he’ll get something in return 🙂‍↕️

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aight then have fun at yo’ little photoshoot then sis

Gigi🤍: byeee

Genesis resumed her endless scroll through social media, her mind drifting back to that incident at his mother's house with him and Zilla, a moment that had left her in silence ever since.

The final words she received from Zilla were that he intended to come for her, holding her responsible for her ex-husband's hospitalization due to Jimmy's gunfire—but could anyone truly fault him? Jimmy had always been fiercely protective of her, so it was only natural for him to act.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

“Girl! You look absolutely gorgeous.” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny, are you ready for me?” Genesis asked as Danny nodded his head.

Genesis rose from the makeup chair, trailing behind Danny as they approached the camera. The bright lights and extensive camera gear loomed before her; it was her very first experience in such a setting.

If she were truly honest with herself, she would admit to feeling quite anxious; however, deep down, she was confident that she would excel.

In the center of the scene, she adjusted her outfit, ensuring everything looked perfect as the camera clicked away. She struck a variety of poses, with Danny enthusiastically cheering her on from behind, which greatly eased her frayed nerves.

She flaunted her face and body, revealing everything as they kept capturing her beauty on camera—if Jimmy were present at that moment, he would be utterly speechless, unable to resist the urge to tear her clothes away in an instant.

“You look good Gigi!” Danny shouted behind the camera.

Genesis struck a few more poses before the photo session came to a halt—she strolled over to Danny, who was reviewing the shots, and wow, she looked stunning.

“Damn I look like a snack!” She exclaimed.

“No, honey you really do look so good. How come a man hasn’t snatched you up yet?” Deep down, Genesis realized that Jimmy was the one who had swept her off her feet and was looking after her with great care.

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “ I don’t know Danny, a man wouldn’t know how to handle me.”

Danny had tapped his fingers while smiling, “clock that tea babes, let’s continue on with the photoshoot.” Genesis gave a slight nod, fully aware that she was being completely dishonest about her previous statement.

She preferred to keep her affairs private, and Jimmy was the only one who understood her completely; he was the perfect man for her.

—

Once she finished snapping photos and slipped into a fresh outfit, she noticed someone entering the building, carrying a bouquet of flowers, approaching her with a warm smile.

A vibrant bunch of crimson roses instantly brightened her face with joy as she eagerly accepted them, expressing her gratitude before they could turn to leave. Her eyes caught sight of a small card nestled among the blooms, prompting her to carefully extract it and read the heartfelt message inside.

‘Hey Baby, I miss you so much right now. I hope everything is okay during your photoshoot. If something happens, let me know, and hurry up so I can see yo’ cute ass.’ Xoxo Jonathan

She laughed softly at the adorable note on the card, inhaling the fragrance of the roses he had gifted her, just as she noticed Danny approaching with a playful grin on his face.

“Alright girl, who's the lucky guy?” He asked, nudging her on the shoulders.

Genesis shot him an exasperated glance as she focused intensely on her chess game. "There's someone important who wants me to visit him after my photoshoot because he misses me," she replied, setting the bouquet of roses down on the table.

“Ohhh, is y'all dating or made it official yet?” Genesis preferred to keep their relationship under wraps, adding an element of intrigue for those online and in their lives, allowing others to speculate freely.

“All imma say is our relationship is private Danny, that’s all you need to know honey.” They exchanged amused glances and laughter as they strolled toward the center, with Danny positioning himself behind the cameras.

Just as they were about to begin the photoshoot, a ruckus from outside piqued their curiosity—she recognized a voice that sent chills down her spine, compelling her to move closer to uncover the identity of the person behind it.

At that moment, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of Zilla's battered face as he struggled against the security guards, desperate to reach her.

“Gigi! Baby! Tell these fools to let me in!” Zilla shouted.

Danny came up to her before speaking, “is that the guy who sent you the flowers?”

Genesis shook her head, explaining that the flowers were sent by one of his older cousins. She added that Zilla was someone who had unrealistic expectations. Just then, she noticed a security guard approaching her.

“Ma’am do you know this man?” One of the security guards asked.

Genesis glanced at Zilla, then turned to the security guard, shaking her head before speaking. "I have no idea who that man is, please escort him out." The guard acknowledged her request and led the man away from her and Danny.

Her heart raced wildly, a heavy lump lodged in her throat as she struggled to swallow, confronted by him after narrowly escaping a brutal attack from his cousin—she pressed her hand against her chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

“Genesis! You hear me calling you!” She paid no attention to him as she made her way back to the cameras positioned in the center.

She refused to allow him to sabotage her current happiness just because he desired something from her—especially since Jimmy had already shattered her five-year vow of celibacy. What more could Zilla possibly expect from her now?

“You good to continue Gigi?”

“Yeah, let’s continue with this Danny.”

After finishing her evening photoshoot, Genesis decided it was time to catch the twins' match. As she headed to her car, a voice called out her name, startling her. To her surprise, it was Zilla, the very person she had been trying to dodge. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her eyes at this unforeseen meeting.

He extended his arms to pull her close, but she softly resisted, her face etched with seriousness. She just lacked the strength to deal with his antics, particularly as she was feeling under the weather at that moment.

“Nigga don’t fucking touch me.” Genesis spat while folding her arms.

“Damn baby girl, this how you treat me? When all I want is yo’ cute ass?” Zilla said as Genesis scoffed at him.

“Nigga all you want is this coochie which you will never get after what you have done to me.”

Zilla stood with his hands firmly on his hips, exhaling a deep sigh of exasperation. He longed for Genesis to find a way to overcome her past, yet he recognized that forgetting such a traumatic experience, which had etched deep wounds into her soul, was beyond her reach.

“C’mon now Gigi, you know Jimmy ain’t the right one for you shawty.”

Genesis scoffed with a sharp laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. “and you think you the right one? Boy if you don’t get the fuck out my face.” Genesis swung open her car door and slid inside, decisively closing it behind her before igniting the engine.

“Gigi, c’mon shawty I was the first one to get yo’ number he wasn’t even thinking about you.”

“I only gave you my number because you seemed desperate unlike Jimmy who was just himself and didn’t seem desperate like you.” Genesis sped away, leaving Zilla in a state of shock.

She was astonished that this idiot was still on his feet and acting as if nothing had happened after his cousin had pummeled him, all while insisting that Jimmy wasn't the right choice for her—yet deep down, she knew without a doubt that Jimmy was indeed the one for her.

Her affection for him ran far deeper than she ever thought possible, evident in the way he nurtured her well-being and showered her with thoughtful dates and gifts, demonstrating his love and desire to keep her safe.

He fiercely guarded her, particularly from his cousin and her former husband who was allied with Zilla—Jimmy would not hesitate to harm anyone who threatened Genesis.

He did not play about her.

—

As Genesis strolled toward the gorilla position, she arrived just in time to catch the tag team match, spotting Jackie sprinting toward her with a beaming smile.

“Girl! Where have you been? I missed you!” Jackie said while hugging Genesis.

“I told you I had a photoshoot today girl, did I miss anything?” Genesis asked.

"Indeed! What was Trinity doing flirting with Jimmy?" Genesis's face shifted to one of confusion. "What do you mean she was flirting with him?"

Jackie recounted the events that unfolded during her absence at the photoshoot, revealing that Trinity was all over Jimmy—pleading with him to abandon Genesis and choose her instead. She couldn't help but touch his glistening, oiled torso before his match against his twin.

Genesis laughed softly, playfully pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Was it really possible for her to be free of drama?

“Jimmy did push her away if you wanted to know what he did, he looked so uncomfortable too.” She commented.

“Thanks for telling me this, because imma have to deal with her ass after their match.” Jackie nodded in understanding, sensing that some drama was about to unfold—she and Jackie made their way to the gorilla to catch the match together.

As Genesis shared her photoshoot images with Jackie, her gaze was fixed on the screen, admiring her man who looked incredibly handsome and tempting. However, they were at work, so they had to maintain a professional demeanor.

“Gigi, these are literally beautiful girl, everyone will like your post.” She complimented.

“Yeah, until someone had to come and ruin it. Like can I live my life in peace without drama.”

“Zilla? He came to the photoshoot? Why?”

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “because this nigga believes that Jimmy isn’t the right one for me and just wanted me to forget about what he had done to me it just pissed me off.”

This was never her desire; the turmoil with Zilla and the complications with Trinity felt overwhelming—especially when she was already burdened with Quincy’s nonsense, and now she had to face even more chaos.

“Does Jimmy know?”

“Nah, he doesn’t but if I tell him. He’s going to be pissed, it's bad enough he wants to kill him and Quincy.”

“I heard he’s in the hospital right now, did he shoot him or something?” Genesis watched intently, her head nodding in approval as she observed Jey land a powerful super kick right to Xavier's face on the screen.

Just as something on the screen captured her attention, she spotted Trinity emerging from the barricade, attempting to divert Jimmy's focus from his match. Jimmy, noticing her, turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, urging her to go away.

Despite his discomfort, she remained unyielding, her hands exploring his body in a way that stirred a complex mix of emotions within Genesis as he gazed down at her.

But was she really going to just sit there and let this girl all over her man? Absolutely not! She sprang up from her seat, striding towards the ringside, ready to confront this woman—oh, and Genesis was more than ready for a showdown today.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Genesis stormed onto the scene, visibly furious, while Trinity stood poised for battle—she had been eagerly anticipating this moment for ages.

“Bitch! What the fuck you got going on!” Genesis shouted.

“I’m just touching on what’s mine that didn’t belong to you in the first place bitch!” Trinity hissed as she charged towards Genesis, and the two clashed in a fierce battle.

Trinity yanked at her hair, unleashing a storm of punches to her face as the crowd roared in excitement. Genesis managed to pin Trinity down, looming over her and pressing her head against the unforgiving floor. With a rapid succession of blows, she hammered Trinity's face, splitting her lip in vengeance for the earlier hits she had endured.

One thing about Genesis she didn’t play when it came to Jimmy.

She rose to her feet, grabbing Trinity by the hair and dragging her around like a ragdoll, delivering punches to her abdomen as she slammed Trinity against the pole, sending her crashing to the ground once more.

Genesis stepped underneath the ring, seized a kendo stick, and advanced toward Trinity, mercilessly striking her repeatedly as Trinity's screams of anguish echoed in the air.

With a sudden crack, the kendo stick splintered, and she seized Trinity by her hair, yanking her upward. In a swift motion, Trinity pulled Genesis down to the ground, and with a fierce stance, she unleashed a devastating kick to Genesis's abdomen, eliciting a wave of pain that contorted her features.

“Stupid bitch! He belongs to me!” Trinity let out an exasperated hiss as she continued to deliver powerful kicks to her own midsection.

At the same time, Jimmy observed the entire scene as Kofi nearly landed a super kick to his face, but he quickly retaliated with a super kick of his own just as Jey tagged him in to confront Xavier.

As Jimmy ascended the turnbuckle, he executed a flawless Samoan drop on Xavier, slamming him onto the mat. Meanwhile, he observed Genesis and Trinity fiercely battling it out. Seizing the moment, Jimmy spotted Xavier rising to his feet and swiftly struck him with the Whisper of the Wind, landing the move with precision.

Ascending the turnbuckle once more, he launched himself at Xavier with his iconic Uso Splash, pinning him to the mat just as the referee counted to three, signaling the victory. They had successfully defended their tag team championship once again, while Jimmy slipped out of the ring to embrace Genesis in a triumphant hold.

With a swift motion, Genesis twisted Trinity's ankle, sending her crashing to the ground with a pained scream. Taking advantage of the situation, Genesis forcefully pinned her down, climbing on top to leave a mark—a bruise and a swollen eye that would serve as a painful reminder of their clash.

“Yo, Yo, CHILL!” Jimmy's powerful voice resonated as he encircled Genesis' waist, effortlessly lifting her away from Trinity while Jey positioned himself between them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Genesis hollered, still kicking her legs, “get off of me! Lemme’ whoop this bitch ass Jimmy! She had no right!”

With a fierce determination, she broke free from Jimmy's hold, shoving past Jey as she seized Trinity by the hair, forcefully slamming her against the barricade. She relentlessly stomped on her, driving her into the ground repeatedly until Jimmy intervened, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her away.

“Genesis, you proved your point, mama! Look at me!” She halted abruptly, her gaze locked onto his; if looks had the power to slay, he would have perished on the spot, for her eyes were drilling deep into his very essence. “She had no fucking right to be touching you like that.”

Trinity rose from the dirt, disheveled and battered, with a split lip and a blackened eye, muttering curses under her breath and shooting daggers at her opponents, fully aware that a second round was out of the question with Jimmy and Jey watching closely.

As the referees and officials approached the ringside, Jey swiftly intervened, gesturing for them to back off. “we cool over here.” He said smoothly. “We good uce.”

Jimmy guided Genesis into the locker room he shared with Jey, wrapping his arm around her waist, fully aware that she might bolt to complete her task.

He swung the door open, allowing her to step in ahead of him. As he followed, he closed the door and tossed his shirt onto the couch, noticing her casually leaning against the table with her arms crossed.

As Jimmy approached her, he could feel the lingering tension in the air. He gently rested his hands on her hips, and as she gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes, he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her neck, causing her to melt into his embrace.

She attempted to maintain her anger and frustration, but his tender, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline melted her resolve, causing her body to surrender to his unexpected affection.

In that moment, she released her embrace, feeling him hoist her by the thighs and carry her to the sofa, where she settled onto his lap, her arms encircling his neck.

He planted soft kisses on her lips, then gently gripped her throat to intensify the kiss. Their tongues entwined passionately as he playfully smacked her left cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from her between their shared breaths.

She despised how he always found a way to soothe her whenever she felt upset or furious, particularly over trivial matters like this, and to make matters worse, he had the audacity to miss her after being absent all day.

“I missed so much mama.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

“I missed you too.” Genesis murmured back while her fingers were tangled up in his curls.

They pulled away from each other while Jimmy gave her a few more kisses on the lips before glancing up at her smiling. “God, I hate how you can make me calm down because I wanted to beat the fuck out of her.”

He chuckled at her bratty attitude, “I don’t need my baby getting fired at her job over her aight? She ain’t even worth your time mama.” He wasn't mistaken, but she simply couldn't afford to engage with Trinity's nonsense after everything she had already endured today.

However, she was uncertain about revealing to him that Zilla had interrupted her during the shoot today, a fact that Jimmy seemed to already pick up on due to her silence. “What’chu gotta tell me mamas?”

“Damn, how you know I had something to tell you? Can you read my mind or something?”

“Gigi, I’ve known you since you joined this company. I know when something is wrong so what’s up.” She sighed deeply while folding her arms. “Zilla pulled up today at my shoot.”

In an instant, she noticed his smile fade, replaced by a scowl, and she realized that her words had struck a nerve, leaving him visibly upset.

“What? Did he do anything to you?”

“No, security had dragged him out, but after my shoot he did catch up to me while I was heading towards my car.”

“What he say?”

She sighed, “he said that you weren't the one for me and that I should just forget about what happened between me and him.” Jimmy let out a grim chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, fully aware that his cousin wouldn't grasp the lesson until he was six feet under, resting in a coffin.

“He must’ve forgotten what happened to his ass over at my mamas crib—that fool.” Jimmy said.

“You know he’s not going to stop until I’m with him.” Genesis commented.

“I know, but that won’t happen when I’m around you. He needs to keep it pushing or imma kill him baby you know this.” Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's wild side—she had witnessed him battered and bloodied from his brawls with Zilla, all because of her.

Jimmy hand wrapped around her throat as he pulled her face closer to his, “you know I’m crazy right? I’m crazy about you Gigi.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, sending chills racing down her spine.

“I know baby, I know that you’re crazy about me.” Jimmy had kissed her lips. “You’re something dangerous mamas.”

“Fool don’t even know how to handle you, or pleasure you like I do baby—he don’t.” He pressed his lips against her neck, gently sucking as Genesis tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access to her warmth.

“J-Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“C’mere baby.” He turned them over while she reclined on her side on the couch, his knee resting on it as he pulled her skirt off and shifted her panties aside. “Been missing yo’ cute ass all day mama.”

He loosened his belt and slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. With his hands firmly grasping Genesis's hips, he thrust himself into her, eliciting a shared moan from both of them.

“O-oh, fuck. Jimmy.”

“Mhm, lemme fuck this pretty pussy out princess.”

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Genesis and Jimmy enjoyed a leisurely stroll outside Fort Wayne, hand in hand, engaging in conversation. During their walk, they discovered a bench where they paused to take in the beautiful cityscape.

Genesis rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes flicking through her social media feed, watching the likes pour in on her latest post. She felt his hand gently resting on her thigh, drawing her gaze upward to meet his eyes, a smile lighting up her face.

She gazed into his deep chocolate brown eyes, attempting to decipher his expression, but for some inexplicable reason, she found herself unable to do so, which sent a shiver of fear through her. It was as if he had unspoken words lingering on his lips, or thoughts swirling in his mind, waiting to be revealed.

As she averted her eyes from his intense stare, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, prompting a soft chuckle from him.

Jimmy begins to say, “what I can’t look at you?”

“No, you can look at me but don’t be staring for too long it makes me nervous.” Genesis said.

“I make you nervous baby?” He asked.

“Yes, all the time whenever I’m near you.” She said.

Jimmy acknowledged the power he held over her emotions, a power his cousin lacked, as the latter sought only to satisfy his own desires.

“The view is nice and the breeze feels great out here.”

Yeah, ion wanna leave here honestly. They have some good food down here.”

“Fat ass.” Genesis playfully elbowed him as he locked her in a headlock, teasingly ruffling her hair with his knuckles while she protested with a whine. “Oh my fucking god you asshole.”

With a burst of determination, she wriggled free from the headlock, eager to turn the tables and ensnare him in one of her own for some sweet revenge. However, her plan quickly unraveled as he effortlessly tossed her over his shoulders, spinning her around in a playful whirl while she called out his name in a mix of surprise and delight.

She flailed her legs like a playful child, striking his shoulders and pleading for him to cease, as dizziness began to overwhelm her.

“Okay, okay, Jimmy! Okay!” She hollered.

He halted the twirling, gently setting her back on her feet while keeping a firm grip on her waist to steady her—her vision was blurred, prompting her to shut her eyes momentarily to gather her senses before reopening them to meet his gaze.

Jimmy gazed at her stunning figure from top to bottom, his lips moist and shimmering under the soft glow of the streetlight. “You’re so pretty mamas, so fucking pretty.” He complimented.

“You’re handsome too, fine at that like phew lord.” He chuckled at her softly while keeping his hands on her hips. “I do have a surprise for you though.”

“You know I’m actually scared of your surprises, but now I’m curious.” Jimmy reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a tiny pink velvet box. Its size led Genesis to believe it contained a necklace or some trinket, but as he opened it and knelt before her, her heart raced with anticipation.

Inside the box, she discovered a stunning double band ring. Uncertain of his intentions for the evening, she sensed that this was no ordinary surprise; it was something truly unique and extraordinary.

“You know I love you right?” Jimmy said.

She nodded her head.

“But this type of love between us has been so good and I started to realize how deeply in love I am with you Gigi.” Her heart froze at those familiar words—the very ones Quincy had spoken during his proposal. But in that moment, she understood that Jimmy was not Quincy; he was an entirely different man altogether.

“I think about you all day and every single night when you are not near me mamas—you're like a drug that I needed and I cannot let that go.” He gently grasped her hand, removing the promise ring he had gifted her for her birthday, and replaced it with the elegant double band rings nestled inside the box.

The double band ring on her finger sparkled in the light, a beautiful distraction as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“I want you to be mine, mine forever baby. Lemme heal yo’ scars if you let me Gigi.” All she ever desired was for someone to sweep her off her feet and mend the scars she had been struggling to heal alone for so long, and Jimmy was the perfect person to do just that.

In mere moments, she sensed her feelings fading, her eyes glazing over as she nodded. Jimmy rose from his knees and enveloped her in a tight embrace, while she wept into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

Jimmy gently caressed her hair, planting a soft kiss on her head as he reassured her of his unwavering support, vowing to protect her from anyone who might try to interfere—he was the one who would mend her wounds and alleviate the burdens she carried.

He wished for her to be more forthcoming, to seek him out whenever she felt the need for support, rather than retreating to solitude to weep when he was right there to comfort her.

“I’m right here Gigi, you mine until I marry you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With her clumped lashes glistening and her eyes swollen from tears, she gazed up at him, prompting him to gently brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

He planted a lingering, gentle kiss on her lips, and as she noticed the sheen of her lip gloss now adorning his, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just got my lip gloss on your lips honey.”

Jimmy pressed his lips together before leaning in for another kiss, craving more. Genesis responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as it turned slow and passionate, his tongue gently exploring her mouth in a swirling dance.

Her fingers wove through his tousled curls as his hands glided down to cradle her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze—she could sense the warmth of his saliva mingling with hers, creating a slick sensation in their mouths.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans, fully aware of the impact she had on him.

“You drive me crazy mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“You do too Jimmy.” She murmured back.

She drew back from him, showering his neck with soft, lingering kisses, prompting him to clutch her curves more firmly as she lifted his shirt, trailing her warm, wet kisses down his torso until she knelt before him, teasingly tugging at his waistband.

“Damn, out here baby? You’re so nasty.”

As she loosened his belt, she slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch member that playfully smacked against her face. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she wrapped it around his shaft, playfully tapping it against her taste buds.

Just before she could savor the moment, she started to apply the tip, which was dripping with pre-cum, onto her lips, smearing it like a glossy lip balm, while Jimmy gently held her chin, looking down into her wide, innocent eyes.

“You gon’ eat this dick up baby?”

She kissed the tip of his cock, “yes daddy, imma eat up so good.”

Again this is the type of shit that he loved her freaky side it just did something to him bringing that out of her, “c’mon then, suck this dick up baby. This yo’ dick mama.” She began to stroke him in a steady rhythm before enveloping him with her mouth, causing him to arch his back in pure bliss as she kept her eyes locked on him.

Genesis moved her head in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft while her tongue teasingly traced the tip, relishing the delightful sounds of his moans as she reveled in her power.

With one hand entwined in her hair, he sensed Genesis pulling him further in, battling to keep his hips from instinctively thrusting, completely consumed by the ecstasy of the experience.

He experienced her hand gripping him while her tongue danced along his shaft, tightening his thighs in response to the sensation. She continued her oral delight, briefly gagging, but soon adjusted her throat to accommodate him more fully.

She enveloped him with her mouth, experiencing a slight struggle as waves of intense pleasure surged through her. Her tongue glided over his length, causing him to shudder and quiver with ecstasy.

“Hmm, fuck gigi. sucking this dick so good mamas.” A low, rumbling moan escaped his lips as Genesis's fingers glided under his hoodie, tracing every contour of his chest.

“Keep touching me baby, I’m all yours.”

Genesis felt a pulsating desire coursing through her, her arousal creating a warm pool that soaked her panties. With a deft movement, she shifted her panties aside and began to caress her sensitive folds in gentle, circular motions.

As Jimmy looked down, he saw her indulging in her own pleasure while satisfying him, and the sight ignited a fire within him, prompting him to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

“Keep playing with that pussy mamas, lemme fuck yo’ throat baby.” Jimmy grunted as he thrust deeply into her throat, making her gag once more. “Relax it baby, relax yo’ throat for me mamas.”

She inhaled deeply through her nose, loosening the tension in her throat as he pressed further inside her, eliciting a loud groan from him while Genesis caressed her intimate areas.

As he continued to push deeper into her mouth, Genesis kept her eyes shut, avoiding his gaze. This only made him clutch her hair more firmly. "Look at me, Gigi. I want to see how much you enjoy this, baby," he urged. She finally opened her eyes, innocence shining through as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Fuck you look so pretty like this.” Genesis parted her lips more, allowing him to find a better angle within the inviting warmth of her mouth.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, letting drool spill from her lips to the floor as their eyes locked. He could feel her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in ecstasy.

As he thrust deeper into her throat, almost reaching a limit, Jimmy bit his lip and gazed down at her with intense, desire-filled eyes. He adjusted her head to alter the angle, then drove his hips forward, gliding along the contour of her throat.

Genesis was rhythmically tightening and loosening her grip, her eyes rolling back as she sensed the slickness of her own arousal glistening on her fingers.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a thrilling mix of pleasure and discomfort as she struggled to accommodate him. The sensation intensified as his fullness pressed against her throat, prompting her to relax and let him slide deeper, the weight of him resting against her chin.

In the stillness of the night, with no one to witness, his low moans and vulgar words echoed softly, but neither he nor she seemed to mind the solitude.

“Nasty slut baby, so fucking nasty. This dick was made for you princess. You gon’ get this nut up?” He grunted as Genesis nodded her head obeying him.

Genesis quickened her movements, her fingers dancing within her as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her in mere moments.

Jimmy found a captivating rhythm as he thrust into her throat, chasing his pleasure, and the delightful sound of her gurgling around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to steady herself as Jimmy took her from behind. She focused on loosening her throat, aware that each involuntary clench only heightened his desire.

She repeatedly plunged her fingers in and out of her slick core, stimulating her g-spot with each motion, all while her thoughts were consumed by him in this moment.

As he forcefully thrust into her throat, Genesis experienced an overwhelming sensation of desire, her core pulsating and yearning for his caress. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and drool trickled onto her chest as she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers.

It was a captivating scene as she overwhelmed herself right before his eyes. "Hmm, look at you, princess. About to make quite the mess, aren't you?" he teased, feeling his arousal pulse within her mouth.

She teetered on the edge of liberation as he forcefully thrust into her throat, his body tensing and pausing when he felt beads of sweat rolling down his face. Her throat became the perfect vessel for his desires, exclusively his.

“Fuck, lemme paint that fucking pretty ass face mamas.”

With a final thrust, she plunged her fingers deep within herself as he drove into her, forcing his length further down her throat while withdrawing, releasing streams of his essence across her face, mingling with her own pleasure that erupted all over her.

As her essence trickled down her thigh, he adorned her face with his warmth, sending shivers through her body and leaving her legs quaking. He ensured every drop was released before gently assisting Genesis to her feet.

“You nasty as fuck baby look at you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis replied.

—

In the cozy confines of his hotel room, Jimmy and Genesis lay side by side on the bed, a rare moment of intimacy as Genesis peacefully dozed on his chest, while Jimmy absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok on his phone.

As he was engaged in that task, a text from his twin brother popped up, prompting him to check what had occurred.

Twin⚡️: Yo you up twin?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah I’m up what’s up?

Twin⚡️: did you make her yo girlfriend or what dawg?

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he looked at Genesis, then shifted his gaze back to his messages.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah fool we official dawg 😭

Twin⚡️: see I should’ve known yall two was going to be together since that night at the club during that truth or dare game but yall was doing shi on the low 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that’s bc we wanted to keep things low key we still gonna do that ion need folks in our business

Twin⚡️: well except for me and Jade ofc

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: dawg go to bed twin

Twin⚡️: I’m playing twin but nah fr tho she the one?

From the instant Cody made the introduction, Jimmy felt an undeniable connection with her; he was certain Genesis was meant for him, regardless of his cousin Zilla's opinions.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, she’s the one

Twin⚡️: what about Zilla and Quincy?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: if they stand in my way or in our way imma have to kill em twin you know this

Twin⚡️: ik ik im just saying I gotchu and Gigi if anything pops off knowing how crazy yo ass is

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m only crazy when it’s about Genesis and I don’t need his ass tryna start some shi up

Twin⚡️: shiii he might after hearing the news tho that’s all I’m saying especially with him having Quincy around

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane Idgaf how mad he’s gonna be it was his fault for being desperate for her when she didn’t even find him interesting 😭😭

Twin⚡️: true true but imma head to sleep now twin I’ll see yall in the morning

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then twin

Jimmy switched off his phone and set it down on the mini dresser beside him, letting it charge as he settled into bed next to Genesis, who was stirring in her sleep.

He drew her nearer, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, then graced her with a warm smile. As his eyes began to flutter, he closed them softly, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

While Genesis lay asleep in bed, her phone buzzed incessantly beside her, but the sound went unnoticed as they slumbered on, the ringing persisting until it finally ceased.

Unknown Number has sent a voicemail.

‘You fucking bitch! You dating my cousin now? How long did it take him to ask you to be with him huh? Even though yall were doing shit on the low for folks to not even know—imma fucking kill him and then imma do whatever I want to yo’ ass because you belong to me! Me! Damn it! Can’t believe he stole you away from me!’

Unknown Number: YOU BELONG TO ME GENESIS NOT HIM, YOU'RE MINE ALL MINE HOW CAN HE JUST SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET LIKE THAT?

Unknown Number: I BET HE DIDNT EVEN FUCK YOU YET HUH? I BET HE DIDNT BEAT THAT PUSSY UP I JUST KNOW HE DIDNT—CODY SHOULDVE MINDED HIS FUCKING BUSINESS AND LET ME FINISH THE JOB I COULDVE BEEN IN ALLAT BUT NO

Unknown Number: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—YOU WONT BE ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM ME NOT EVEN JIMMY CAN SAVE YOU BABYGIRL WATCH ME

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gigispovv: Peakaboo made it official with my ride or die 🤍💍

jonathanfatu: fuckkkk Genesis, can’t believe this is all mine right here damn 😫😫

gigispovv: @ jonathanfatu all yours baby 🩷

biancabelairwwe: OH BITCH YOU IS EATIN BRO

jadecargill: FINALLY I GOT TIRED OF YALL TWO BEING SNEAKY HOE😭😭

gigispovv: @ jadecargill BYE BITCH😭😭

uceyjucey: okayyy i see you sis 🫶🏼

americannightmarecody: IS THAT MY BEST FRIEND???

jackieredmond: OUUU GIRL YOU IS SO PRETTY LIKE JIMMY IS LUCKY ASF

rikishi: my beautiful daughter in law ❤️‍

yaonlylivonce: OH GENESIS IM ON MY KNEES BITCH TELL JIMMY TO MOVE OUT THE WAY

jonathanfatu: @ yaonlylivonce chill dawg chill

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GUARDED.

a/n: they’re officially together 🙂‍↕️ I’m so happy honestly that’s his ride or die right there and Zilla is not to happy about the news but oh well 😭😭

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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