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sodasback · 4 years ago

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Let Go

Reposting Let Go from my deleted accounts. Minor edits made.

JJ Maybank x Reader

Just SMUT. Real filthy smut.

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content. Cursing. All consensual. 18+

JJ got a gig cleaning pools on Figure 8 for the summer. And your family had a pool. Ergo, JJ was at your house every couple weeks cleaning your pool.

Of course, you knew JJ Maybank. He was the gorgeous bad boy Pogue every girl swooned over. And JJ Maybank knew you too. You were the Kook man-eater, currently on the arm of none other than Rafe Cameron. And sure you and Rafe had a good time together and you loved how possessive he was over you, but you both knew deep down your relationship was all about status. You were the ultimate young power couple of Figure 8.

You and JJ, on the other hand, despised each other. …but like many have said, there’s a thin line between love and hate. And the truth was: you and JJ hated each other because you wanted what the other seemed to have.

You wanted to be free. Free of the obligation and the standards and the suffocating expectations. And JJ wanted to feel secure and cared for. Fuck, he just wanted to know where his next meal was coming from and what roof he was gonna sleep under without getting yelled at.

Right now, JJ was standing shirtless and sweaty with perfectly messy wet hair as he used the net to get crap out of the pool at your house while you were coming home from a day of waxing, tanning, manicures and pedicures.

You saw JJ and decided your day just hadn’t had enough excitement in it yet.

“Hey pool boy” You called to him with the perfect amount of flirtation and snobbery. JJ looked up at you.

“You missed a spot.” You said, pointing to the leaves that were in the pool near you. He walked over to you with his usual cocky, Kook-hating attitude.

“Yeah, so did whoever sprayed that fake tan on you.” He retorted back, gesturing to a blotchy spot on your hip exposed by your cropped tank top.

You looked down at it, “Fuck!” you cursed, causing JJ to laugh as he scooped the leaves out of the pool.

“Shit, money can buy you everything, can’t it Y/L/N?” JJ asked casually, “Fake hair, fake tan, fake nails. Is anything about you real?” He asked looking down at your bare cleavage pushing up through your top.

“There’s only one way for you to find out.” Your was voice dripping in sex and JJ looked at you in shock, not expecting your answer as his lips parted slightly, exactly the reaction you wanted.

“...too bad I don’t date stoner surf bums though.” You shrugged.

And JJ regained the composure he lost for a second as he leaned the net against the wall and turned back to face you.

“Yeah, you prefer psychotic, spoiled coke addicts, right?” He narrowed his eyes down at you and you glared at him.

“He doesn’t do that shit anymore.” You stated definitively, referring to Rafe’s drug habit.

JJ snorted and nodded at you, “Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night princess. …But I did literally just see him doing lines and drinking cocktails when I was cleaning the Cameron’s pool today.”

You felt disappointed, hurt and angry at this news. Because 1. Rafe canceled plans with you today to do “something important” for his dad and 2. You also knew Rafe wouldn’t usually drink and get high by himself, so you were pretty sure JJ was leaving part of the story out. 3. Rafe promised he wasn’t using coke anymore.

“You know he’s an asshole, right?” JJ asked, wanting you to admit you were a better person than your reputation made you out to be.

You were quiet as you internally acknowledged that JJ was right.

Without an answer from you, he sighed, “But I guess… superficial Kook princess like you will tolerate just about anything to make mommy and daddy happy with that Cameron last name.” He shrugged.

You smirked at this, “You almost sound a little jealous, Maybank.”

JJ scoffed, but you continued taking a step towards him as he held his ground. “I mean, I may not be some desperate tourist or some grungy surfer chick, but I know you think I’m hot.”

JJ broke eye contact with you and shook his head, opening his mouth to object but you took another step towards him and you could hear his breathing falter slightly as he looked back at you. So now you were ready to lie and say the thing you needed to say to get what you and JJ both desperately desired.

“And I know you wanna fuck me.” You said dangerously, taking another step so you and JJ’s bodies were almost touching, running a finger down JJ’s bare abs, making him shiver before you looked up at him, “But you’re scared. You’re scared that you wouldn’t live up to Rafe Cameron because you’re just a dirty, little Pogue from The Cut and-”

“Shut the fuck up.” JJ commanded through gritted teeth as he grabbed your hips and pushed you roughly against the wall of the pool house. You gasped and your eyes widened.

You and JJ both knew you said what you said to get to this point: You looking up at JJ with a little fear in your eyes as your heart raced and your core clenched. And JJ looking down at you like a wolf trapping his prey as he pressed your body firmly into the wall behind you with a harsh grip on your hips. He stepped in closer to you, pressing his body into your’s to keep you in place as he lifted one hand to grip your chin and smush your cheeks a little bit.

“You run that little mouth of your’s so much and no one ever puts you in your fucking place.”

You let the shock of JJ actually making this move leave as quickly as it came and you pushed back against JJ’s chest with your hands and tried to push his arm away from your face, not wanting to give in so easily. But JJ wrestled with your squirming body and grabbed both your wrists and pinned them on either side of your head. You huffed in frustration.

This caused you both to smile at each other, knowing this is what you wanted. But just in case, JJ loosened his grip on your wrists ever so slightly and looked in your eyes seriously for a second, “Hey, you want this right? Say ‘red’ if you actually wanna stop, yeah?” He asked. You looked in his eyes and nodded.

“Like how far do you want me to take this?” He checked one more time.

“Anything JJ” You told him. And he still looked unsure. “I’ll say ‘red’ if I want you to stop, promise.” And he searched your face for a second, then nodded at you sweetly before he smirked going right back “into character.”

His grip on your wrists tightened as he moved them further above your head so he could hold both of them with one hand and move his other hand to squeeze your chin and cheeks again.

“I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you look at me. You think I don’t, but I know you open your window whenever I’m here cleaning the pool, so you can catch a glimpse of me. Or even when you’re with your douche boyfriend and see me on the street. You think I don’t see the double take you do?” He said and you tried to turn your head away from him, but he firmly turned your chin so you’d look at him again. JJ moved his grip to your jaw so you could talk.

“If you noticed all that, that means you were looking at me too. At the beach, you stare at me in my bikini. And I saw you at Boneyard parties watching me dance with my friends.” You told him.

JJ just narrowed his eyes at you, knowing he had gotten caught too. You slipped one of your wrists free and grabbed JJ’s wrist to move his hand from your jaw. But he overpowered you and pinned your arm to your side.

“So if you’ve wanted this for such a long time, why are you still fighting it? Are you this much of a fucking brat for Cameron?” JJ asked, still looking in your eyes before he moved next to your head to whisper in your ear.

You closed your eyes feeling his hot breath hit your ear as he continued, “I think it’s because, unlike me, we both know, he doesn’t give a fuck if he makes you feel good.”

JJ pressed a small kiss just below your ear and then nibbling and sucking on your earlobe causing you to let out the smallest whimper you couldn’t hold back.

“You know I’m gonna make you feel better than he ever has, but you can’t admit that, even to yourself, so you’re gonna resist me as much as you can so you can feel like you aren’t betraying him and being a shitty girlfriend for letting a pogue, none the less, be the one to make you so wet.”

JJ continued, sucking on your neck just a little and speaking again, “And you get to run the show wherever you go and even if you won’t say it, you crave for someone to take control from you and put you in your place. For once, in your god-damned spoiled princess life, you want someone to not let you be in charge.” He finished as he pressed his body against your’s before checking your expression.

You chest was heaving up and down as you breathed heavily being way more turned on having JJ Maybank pin you against a wall than you cared to admit. You glared at him with a furrow in your brow. Then you surged forward. JJ released your wrists and you grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other as your lips crashed on his. JJ’s hand immediately went to the back of your upper thigh as he hitched one of your legs onto his hip. His other hand was squeezing your torso; his thumb sneaking underneath your bra and skimming the underside of your boob in the most aggravatingly teasing way possible.

Your mouths were already open, tongues wrestling each other, teeth hitting in the process. You jumped up and wrapped your other leg around JJ’s waist as he squeezed your legging-covered thighs.

After the initial surge of adrenaline, you both slowed down a little. You tugged at the roots of JJ’s hair and he groaned a little before biting your bottom lip and pulling away from you slightly, giving your thighs a hard squeeze at the same time.

When JJ released your lower lip, you pulled away from him, “Pool house.” Was all you said before your lips started moving against each other again and JJ walked through the door of the pool house, into the guest bedroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him as he nudged your head to the side to start leaving hot, wet open-mouth kisses along your jaw and down your neck causing you to moan as he let your legs slide down his waist so you were standing again.

His hands gripped your hips as he kept working on your neck while he walked you backwards towards the bed. He gave you no space as you fell back onto the bed and he continued to crawl over you, now taking his time to suck your neck as he propped himself up with arm near your shoulder. The other hand massaging your hip.

“Maybank, no hickeys. …Rafe.” You said. And really you said it for both your sakes, knowing if Rafe found out who you cheated on him with, it wouldn’t be good for either of you, but worse for JJ for sure.

“I really don’t give a fuck.” JJ said as he continued leaving more hickeys along your neck just to spite Rafe even more.

“Take your top off.” JJ commanded.

You rolled your eyes and took your tank top off before JJ’s hand flew to your throat holding it with only slight pressure. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He said calmly and almost teasingly, which only made it that much more intimidating. He knew he was really pushing your limits of being told what to do.

So after the breath hitched in your throat, you just stared at him defiantly in a stand off. JJ raised his eyebrows expecting an answer from you, but you stayed silent, rubbing your lips together firmly, contemplating your next move so JJ snaked his fingers in your hair and slowly but firmly pulled, cranking your neck to the side and eliciting a sigh full of pleasure and pain to escape your now open mouth. “Fine.” You spat out.

JJ let out a dark chuckle. “You’re such a fucking brat. But you love this don’t you?” He asked before dipping a finger in your bra cup and pulling it down so your breasts were exposed to him.

He took a moment to admire them as he squeezed one before going down and swirling his tongue around your other nipple and biting at it lightly. He looked up at you, “You like to push back because you want me to show you how much stronger I am than you. You love being dominated, huh?”

You took a deep breath as JJ put his mouth on your boob and sucked a harsh hickey there, while his hand started playing with the waist line of your leggings teasing you. “You love feeling helpless underneath me?”

He snuck his fingers underneath your leggings and your lace thong but didn’t move further yet, “Answer me.”

And with the anticipation of JJ finally touching you where you need him, the answer easily fell from your lips “Yes” you breathed out.

“Good girl” JJ praised as he ran his fingers through your folds. You let out a pained breath at finally being touched but JJ also saw the way your mouth twitched like you were going to object and then stopped.

JJ chuckled. “You don’t usually like being called a good girl. But you wanna be my good girl, don’t you?” He asked gently stroking your clit, causing you to close your eyes and open your mouth.

Then, JJ abruptly plunged a finger into you, “Don’t you?” He asked more sternly this time.

“Fuck! Yes.” You answered.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s see how much of a good girl you can be. Take off your leggings and your bra and get on your knees.” JJ said as he quickly pulled his fingers from you. And stood up from the bed.

You sat up on the bed and gaped at him as he smiled at you evilly. He knew he was really pushing your limits, but he also knew it was only turning both of you on even more.

“Seriously JJ?!” You asked getting mad about all the teasing.

When you didn’t immediately get up and follow JJ’s orders, he came over and put his hand under your chin as he pulled your lower lip down with his thumb, “Don’t make me tell you twice, sweetheart.” You narrowed your eyes at him, but grabbed his wrist as his thumb released your lip, to pull yourself up from the bed.

JJ took a step back as you stripped down to just your thong. You smiled, catching him indulging himself drinking in your naked body.

“Knees” he reminded you. And before you could even do it, JJ said, “Don’t even think about rolling your eyes.” You gathered all your strength to not be bratty back with a deep breath as you got on your knees in front of JJ.

As much as you had a love-hate relationship with the way JJ was teasing you, being in this position, on your knees in front of him, only made your panties that much more drenched. Your hands wasted no time going to his swim trunks and pulling them down releasing his cock as it slapped up against his stomach. Your mouth was practically watering.

JJ ran a hand through your hair, “Is my good girl desperate to have me in her mouth?”

“Are you gonna keep making me answer questions this whole time or are you gonna let me suck your dick?” You asked bluntly.

JJ smiled, but harshly pulled your hair eliciting a whiny “ow” from you.

“For once, you need to work for everything you get and you need to be the one not in charge Y/N. And then I’ll make you feel better than any guy ever has. But you have to be good.”

“What if I’m not?” you asked innocently, tilting your head to the side.

JJ smiled, “Then there’s just gonna be more pain with your pleasure.” He said simply and then added, “But I’m learning you’d probably like that too. You’re dirtier than I thought. You like being a little slut, huh?”

You contemplated. Wondering if you should give in to JJ or keep resisting.

You looked up at him and nodded, “Mhmm”

He smiled down at you knowing he had won a little. He pumped his cock a few times. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes, JJ” you breathed out.

“Tell me how much you want it. Work for it.”

You gathered more strength and finally decided to fully submit to JJ’s whole power dynamic.

“JJ please, I want your cock down my throat.” You said, placing your hand below his, around his cock.

“Put your mouth on it baby.” He encouraged. And you licked your lips before running your tongue along the underside of it. JJ took a sharp inhale and gathered your hair in a ponytail as you wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue around the head. You took more of him in your mouth sucking as your hand pumped the rest.

“Fuck Y/N.” JJ groaned and threw his head back. Your head bobbed up and down on his length as saliva started to drip down your chin just a little. Each time you went down, you took a tiny bit more of him into your mouth. One hand now running your nails along his thigh.

Finally, you took all of JJ in your mouth and his cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Fuck” JJ cursed again. He let you be in control for a few moments longer before he couldn’t help but thrust into your mouth.

“Ahh you’re such a good little slut for me Y/N. You take my cock so well.” He told you as he hit the back of throat repeatedly. “Touch yourself baby. Is choking on my cock making you wet?”

You slid your fingers through your painfully throbbing cunt and opened your eyes to look up at JJ and nodded. JJ pulled out of your mouth completely letting you breathe. “You want more baby?” He asked and you nodded your head eagerly.

“I want you to cum down my throat, J” you said. JJ bit his lip and looked at you painfully, having so many places in mind where he wanted to cum. “Fuck” He cursed again as you took him back in your mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back, pretty girl.” He said and you immediately obeyed as he fucked your face. A few more thrusts and JJ was cumming down your throat and you continued bobbing your head up and down on his cock working him through it while you swallowed. JJ pulled his cock from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting the two as you caught your breath. JJ’s body was flooded with a rush of oxytocin motivating him to lift you from the ground and onto the bed.

“Fuck, so good for me baby.” He said, wiping the saliva and cum from the corner of your mouth his thumb and then peppering kisses along your jaw and neck.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled him away from you for a second so you could kiss his mouth. JJ and you kissed sensually as he held some of his body weight off you and then he started kissing his way down to your stomach.

He left one more gentle kiss just above the waistline of your thong before he put his arms under each of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed while he got on his knees on the ground. He sucked red marks that would surely be turning purple on your inner thighs as he ran his finger underneath the side of your thong multiple times.

“JJ stop teasing and do something already.” You whined.

JJ chuckled, “Someone’s desperate” he teased as he pulled your panties down your legs.

“Spread your legs for me” He commanded as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs again and took a long look at your dripping cunt like he was looking at a piece of cake. “Ahh your pretty little pussy is so wet, Y/N. Who are you this wet for?”

“You, JJ.” You sighed out feeling his warm breath hit your core and dying for some physical contact.

“That’s right baby” He praised smugly before giving your clit a gentle kiss and then kitten licks that quickly turned to sucking on your clit.

You immediately threw your head back and closed your eyes at the pleasure. JJ was truly an expert at eating pussy. After giving your clit attention he moved down and fucked your cunt with his tongue causing your legs to clench around him and your hips to move. JJ untangled his arm from under your thigh, and grabbed one of your hands as he laid his forearm across your lower stomach to keep you still. You moved your other hand into his hair, tugging at it and making him moan into you. He then sunk 2 fingers into you and pumped in and out; curling them in just the right way while sucking on your clit again.

You moaned loudly as your legs began to quiver. “Fuck JJ!”

“You’re close pretty girl. Let go. Cum for me.” He told you and you let the rubber band snap and the waves of your orgasm rush over you. You tried to close your legs but JJ kept them open working you through it and lapping up every drop of your cum he could before you pushed his head away gently. JJ stood up and pulled you up to a sitting position on the side of the bed after you caught your breath.

JJ held his fingers dripping in your cum in front of your mouth. You obediently opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, tongue swirling around them. “Such a good little whore for me.” You leaned forward, loving the way JJ talked to you and he noticed.

He pulled his fingers from you mouth and held your chin tilted up at him. “God, you’re so much kinkier than I thought. You like being called names, huh?”

You nodded and then looked away and blushed. “I like when you call me names. I don’t know why- I-”

“No. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s fucking hot. I love that you wanna be called my little cockslut. That for once you don’t need to be this perfect Kook. You can be a dirty little slut for me.” He said pecking your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your chin.

Then, he paused for a second like he was hesitant about something but then he said, “Open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue.” He commanded as he pulled down your chin with his thumb.

You did as you were told and stuck out your tongue. JJ bent down a little and spit in your mouth. “Fucking swallow.” He ordered lowly. And you swallowed it greedily, feeling your pussy throbbing again. JJ noticed your legs rubbing together and he grew hard again at the sight of you being turned on from him spitting in your mouth.

“Fuck” JJ cursed to himself for the umpteenth time. Then, he was caught off guard as you pulled him onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

“JJ, I need you inside me.” You told him as you straddled him and pinned his wrists to the bed.

JJ looked at you amused, “Oh you think you’re gonna be on top for this?” JJ asked incredulously.

You smiled at him. “Yup” you said, as you released one of his wrists so you could line him up with your entrance. But before you could, JJ easily flipped the two of you over and pinned your arms down.

“JJ!” You protested in frustration and tried to sit up or flip over again, but JJ just kissed you hard into the mattress. Then he sunk into you, pulling away from the kiss at the same time to hear your moan as you felt him fill you up.

“Shit y/n/n.” JJ hissed, “You’re so tight, baby.” He laced his fingers through your’s, “Ready?” He asked. You nodded your head. And JJ started to rock his hips slowly into you.

“Faster, J” You told him and he just smirked at you causing you to furrow your brow in confusion.

“Beg for it.” He stated.

“JJ” You warned sternly and you wrapped your legs around his waist to try and get leverage to flip you both over so you could control the pace but it was no use.

“Nice try. ..Tell me I’m better than Rafe and I’ll give you what you want.” He said smugly. You immediately rolled your eyes and JJ stopped completely.

“Wrong move princess. Get on your elbows and knees, ass up.” he commanded darkly as he pulled out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. “I’m not telling you again.” JJ said.

“Relax” You grumbled as you got on your elbows and knees and JJ immediately landed a hard slap to your ass.

“Ow! Fuck J!” You yelled at him. JJ spotted a scarf hanging off the headboard and grabbed it.

“Sit up on your knees. Give me your hands” He said tying your hands together with the scarf.

“Really JJ?” You asked.

“You know, I wonder how hard I need to go to fuck that attitude out of you” JJ wondered out loud as he turned to grab something else.

“Maybe if you actually fucked me hard, you could find ou-” You couldn’t finish what you were saying because JJ had stuffed your drenched lace thong in your mouth making you even more turned on and frustrated at the same time.

JJ pushed you down onto you elbows and then propped your ass up further in the air. “There” he said satisfied landing another slap to your other ass cheek causing a muffled squeak to come from you.

“You’ve been such a bratty little slut for me. I don’t think you deserve to get fucked. But I can’t resist your tight little cunt.” JJ said sinking into you from behind. “Fuck Y/N” he groaned stretching you out again and then slamming into you hard. He continued thrusting into you and then felt your walls clench a little. “Don’t you dare cum, pretty girl.”

“Please JJ” You whined around your thong. JJ reached around and pulled your panties from you mouth. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Please JJ.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum. I’ll do anything.” You begged as he continued thrusting into you.

“Tell me I’m better than Rafe.” He spat out.

“Yes, JJ you’re better than Rafe. Fuck!”

“Are you mine or his?” He asked.

“I’m your’s JJ. I’m a filthy little slut for you. Please!” You whimpered.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.” He told you. Your orgasm hit you hard and JJ fucked you through it and then he kept going and reached a hand around to play with your clit. You whimpered from the overstimulation.

“Fuck J, stop, too much.” You whined. And tried to move his hand away. He used his other hand to pull you up by your hair so your back was flush against his chest. “Fucking take it.” He said through gritted teeth as a second orgasm built. “Cum with me one more time. Be my filthy little cockslut baby.”

You moaned loudly as JJ bit into your shoulder and you both reached your climax again. JJ thrusted slowly as you came down from your highs. He slowly pulled out of you and gently laid you both down. He pulled the comforter over you both as you turned to face him and nuzzled into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you as you both laid together naked and completely blissed out.

“You okay? Was that okay? Did we go too far?” JJ asked with his chin on the top of your head. You leaned back a little so he could see your face.

“That was fucking hot Maybank.” You said and pecked his lips before snuggling back into him. He let out a relieved chuckle and pecked the top of your head.

As you laid there in JJ’s arms, you felt …free. You reached a hand around to comb through JJ’s hair at the back of his head as you rubbed your thumb back and forth his skin where your hand was on his back. And JJ felt …secure and taken care of.

It turned out that you could give each other what the other one so desperately needed.

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bemylord · 4 years ago

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truth or dare

peirings: kuroo x fem!reader x kenma.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, gagging, threesome, nipples play, overstimulating, hint of poly relationship.

w/c: 1.9k

kuroo and kenma are your closest friends - both of them would help you out anytime or talk to your whenever you want it. both of them are happy to spend their evenings with you: they're needed for your relaxing body massage you once give them or you both prefer to watch anime. sometimes, you do the homework - the time where's kuroo yelling at you and kenma for being bad at the subject. although, if you're getting good grades at school, he still mad - you aren't good at his point. after studying, both of you would play a video game. now, kenma is the best player among you.

'how is that possible you don't know how to play? gosh, i'll show only once, i won't teach you forever, nerds'

quiet notes from kenma to you on how to win kuroo.

generally, they both are funny and good friends. one call to kuroo or kenma and he'll be around you, comforting his friend.

'till the moment kuroo propose to play a game, named truth or dare.

'it'd be fun, what do you think, y/n-chan?'

'i'm in!'

the thought it'd cheerfully and you'll have merrily game didn't last long. it was fun to a certain point in the game.

'truth or dare, kenma-kun?' asked vivaciously kuroo. he has been joining since he came up with

'truth'

'are you in love with someone?'

kenma is speechless, his eyes widened as he heard the question. he gulped, closing his eyes.

'seriously, in love?' kenma responded with a question, crossing arms on the chest, staring at his friend like he told a lewd thing.

'i mean that, give us an answer!'

'yes, i am' you covered your mouth with a hand, gazing at the blond one. the game started and you found out an interesting thing about kozume.

'who are they? do we know them?' you inquired, putting your hand on kenma's shoulder, rubbing it a cheerful way. kinda, you glad that your friend settled down by found a girl with whom he wants to be. although, why is he keeping it aside from you? aren't you friends with him?

'it's the second question, now i'm running. y/n-chan, truth or dare?'

'how rude you're, truth'

'the same question. do you love someone?'

you exhaled, musing about the question. the warm feeling born in your chest when you're with boys. you've never caught yourself at the thought you're in love with them. you love them as friends, maybe something more, but you aren't in love. it must be a wrong feeling.

'i don't know. it's just complicated, i've got feelings for.. for someone, but don't think i'm in love'

'are you hiding some information apart from me?' kuroo indignantly screamed, pointing at you. he moaned lingering, twisted his tongue, not looking at you. 'being in love it's awesome, why you both didn't tell me early, i-i' he interrupted himself, reflecting on the phrase he said.

'kuroo-san, truth or dare?'

'dare'

you're smiling sinisterly, rubbing your hands, guessing over the dare. it would humorously tell him to do something easy, so you're kept thinking about it whilst found acceptable dare.

'do a striptease for us'

it's entertaining to watch as his emotions changing from calm to frowning, in the eyes new emotion - mingled astonishment and stupefaction. knockout dare took him off guard - he didn't expect you would dare an obscene action like a strip.

'you will regret about it, y/n'

those eyes that expressed stupefaction transformed to the lustful and lascivious. there is no fear of unknowing what you'll dare next, there's lust and dissolute.

kuroo took his shirt off, exposing a pumped-up body - he has those fucking six-pack, not like a bodybuilder, but damn, his upper body literally saying: fuck me. he's coming closer to you with small steps, playing with his chest and abs using hands. you didn't notice how fast kuroo he put his knees between your legs, running his fingers on your shoulders to the neck, squeezing your narrow neck, pulling his face in your ear.

'you liked it, y/n, like my strip-' he did a little pause, licking your ear. the goosebumps are running over your body, as long as you're trying to avoid the familiar feeling. you closed your eyes, attempting his body. 'tease'

he moved away from you, back at his previous position, staring at kenma. his mand is hazy of the action kuroo did: was it real or he was guided by the dare. crafty type.

'kenma, truth or dare?' he's acting like it was nothing, like he didn't tease by half-muttering in your ear, which gave you goosebumps, and your breath was taken away. for credibility, he licked your earlobe, isn't it enough?

'since the game is getting hotter, dare, kuroo'

'show us the person you're in love with'

isn't the game hotter than a sun? on that point, is getting closer to that temperature. kenma stood up, staring at his teammate - some line is connecting them, binding them as some rivals for your attention. kenma sat behind you, put hands on your shoulders, breathed out on the back of your neck, make your knees go weak. 'she's sitting in front of you'

goosebumps are running over your body, breath stuck in your throat as kenma touched your shoulder with his warm palm, rubbing your skin gently. you exhaled, as kenma lingering on your neck, raises the chin up, blowing in your left ear, kissing it concurrently.

'and i'm kissing her'

you opened your mouth, not trying to resist, moisten chapped lips erstwhile were humidified due to the lip gloss. not trying to resist, when kuroo put your small hand on his six-pack; your hands are running over lumpy muscles whilst the blond one licking your collarbone. suddenly, you felt his hands under the shirt, denuding your breast to kuroo. you were up to close your legs, but the hand of the guy in front of you didn't allow it.

'you're so concupiscent, y/n. let us do the thing, baby girl. we'll treat you as your queen, your little girl' uttered kuroo, approaching his face on your nipple. 'can i?'

there must an answer, although everything you could do muttering indistinctly, feeling the unknowing sense down there. so marvelous, voluptuous, and vulnerable it is. kuroo barely touched your nipple with the tip as kenma slipped a hand into your shorts. you lay the back on kenma's chest, unconsciously spreading legs apart. outlining yet hard areola, kuroo lick it, biting just lightly the nipple. he has been enjoying it even more than you, receiving from two boys delight.

kenma pull aside your shorts, discovered you aren't wearing the panties. he snorted, rubbing an index finger on your folds. what could be more pleasant than this moment? the captain of a nekoma team is licking your nipples whilst the setter is playing with your pussy. you're lost in his caress: it seems there's no more air, no more feelings besides lust and desire.

kuroo pulls away from you, unzip his pants: a thick dick dropped in front of your face, covered in veins, the head is red from the pressure of your tiny body. the precum appears on the glans as you touched the hot cock, stroking with a hand from the tip 'till your little finger touches the pubis. you smear the drop of his semen with a tongue, lick the head, pull inside the wet mouth.

'you haven't seen something big as my cock, sweetie?' he giggled, thrust more in your warm, little mouth. you're sandwiched between two hot bodies, receiving and giving oral sex. abruptly, kenma make a fist of your hair, nudging your head deeper on kuroo's cock 'till your nose meets with the skin. you chocked, not having time for rest, in addition, kenma's abrupt push makes you gag even more. kenma entering his finger inside your tight pussy, still nudging you.

'get on the bed, baby' kuroo hoisted you up. somehow, you managed to stand on your fours, letting kuroo eating you out, giving kenma your face to fuck. maybe it's their smells, such as aphrodisiac; not paying attention to the pain in your throat due to their fat cocks, you're sucking blond's member whilst kuroo greedily licking out you, preparing for the cock. it seems it has been an eternity since you've been doing it, whereas it doesn't take longer than a quarter of the time.

'don't worry, sweetie, i'll be gentle, just relax'

you're practically been dripping under his face, yet when you felt the gland at the entrance you knew it won't be easy: kuroo won't stop till he goes into you entirely. you're getting lost as many times you came on the captain's tongue, perhaps two or three, nevertheless it hurts when he's attempting to pull his cock in. with a certain slosh kuroo went in your cunt deep, but slow, stopping his movements, giving you a couple of second to get used to the new feeling. new orgasm is building up as soon as kuroo asked you with a husky voice about your well-being.

'are you okay? i could pull it out if you're-'

'move, kuroo. you can'

tremendously soft and big concurrently, but his smug grin appears as he heard your order: it's maddening him to be inside you. gradually, the captain starts to increase the pace, as his balls slapping against your cunt.

kenma is blissful as never: he could only think about the godlike blowjob like this one. your tongue is running from the tip to the balls, gagging by it. tears start to fall down on your cheeks, leaving the wet trace, though you aren't stopping: you're a masochist if you're relishing something like that. you would answer: yes, i am, but your mouth is full by kenma's dick.

'i will cum in your mouth, can i, kitten?'

kenma is breathing heavily, scarcely would last longer, as you feel as his cock is twitching and getting hotter. you switched your mouth on his glans, sucking and stroking the base, helping to reach the high.

'me too, y/n, get ready for mine semen in your mouth too'

so fucking full of sperm you'll be in a few seconds. kuroo pulls his dick out, get out of bed, coming to the edge. using your hands, you're stroking theirs cocks waiting for the cum in your mouth to taste it. both of them came simultaneously, giving you their hot semen. feeling as your cunt twitching from the big dick, swallowing their semen.

how did it turn on? what happened? you didn't know exactly, you're happy that now you're cuddling and smooching your boys, exhausted from your first time. kuroo tenderly kissing the back of your neck, burying his face into your hair, pulling closer by your waist. kenma covers your face with quick but affectional kisses, interlacing your fingers.

you're happy and lucky cuddling with boys with the guys you love. but they love you even more.

'sleep kitten, we will be here when you open your eyes'

'stop talking she's sleeping!'

'don't scream she may wake up'

'and stop being so sweet i love her more than you do'

'no, i-'

you giggled, falling asleep to their quiet muttering of 'who loves you more'

//~~//

:3 i don't know, but i was listening to this playlist it gives some vibes lol. and sorry abt last words, i had a fit of tenderness :)

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calebwittebane · 3 years ago

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glad u had a good day u definitely deserve them ! also it would be cool to hear about your mixed media techniques if you want to talk about them. from what youve posted here your paintings fuck hard so to speak

i didnt answer this ask yesterday, im sorry...

okay, so. when i paint with oils and acrylics, i often incorporate different materials as well to add extra texture to my paintings. i like to just... go to a hardware store and buy stuff there. ive tried many different materials, and through trial and error found those that are effective and cheap

main one for me is, acrylic caulk. it is paintable, and unlike many materials commonly used for putting rough+thick texture underneath paint, its elastic when dry, and thats very important when you paint on a canvas, because otherwise you just end up with stuff crackling and falling out. it's very durable. and it's very easy to mold into all kinds of shapes, and you can put down a very thick layer. with the nozzle you can get these stringy effects. i use it for stuff like this (details)

its main downsides i would say, are that because it's smooth, if you didnt thoroughly prime your canvas, the difference between it and the fabric is going to be very stark, seen through the paint; as well as the fact that if you put down a very thick layer of it, it can retain some stickyness when compressed, for example if you store your paintings in a way where theyre touching each other. for this reason and just because it makes everything look better, cover it with a layer of, preferably acrylic paint, in a neutral color that works with your project, before you start painting on it proper.

now.... sometimes its a good idea to just stick random stuff to your painting. now there are very lightweight/flat stuff you can attach: crumpled up paper towels (not toilet paper! paper towels dont fall apart with moisture), small pieces of string, dry leaves, scraps of fabric, and such. and how you do it is simply soak it up a little, then soak it in acrylic paint, and then put it on the canvas where you want it, and then smooth it in with a brush loaded with acrylic paint, basically locking it in place by painting over it. you see, it is easy and fun:

as for a llittle bigger objects: crumpled up fabric, stems and sticks, thicker string, various pieces of something, well you're going to glue them on. and i recommend a water-based assembly glue. make sure you pick the kind that doesn't reject paint, and is moisture-resistant when dry - check the label!

now. if youre using such materials, its likely that youre gonna want a very opaque layer on top of them. like, if youre using a piece of umbrella, and could only get a polka dots one, and dont want the polka dots to show through, you know what im getting at (although if you want the polka dots to show thats awesome too). for this, definitely use wall/ceiling paint. it's highly pigmentated and opaque. you likely dont wanna buy an entire can, so get those little sample thingies from the rack.

youre gonna need all kinds of tools for this, and i will say, tiny little precision palette knives for oil impasto are one thing, but buy brushes and scrapers and spatulas at the hardware store too. of course, again, if you need a high quality natural hair brush for watercolors or precise oil/acrylics application, well you gotta get those, but most of the time? dont get scammed. get your brushes, especially thick bristle brushes and especially wide brushes, at the hardware store. if you wanna work with big canvases and other surfaces, these bad boys are a must

(the bendy one is for radiators, if you need to ask an employee where to find one!)

this will simply save you a lot of time and money... i encourage you to try things for yourself and see what works best. to sum up, my final message.... go to the hardware store, many useful supplies for your art to be found there. turpentine will be a lot cheaper too and its literally the same stuff

and listen! this isnt just for abstract stuff, or still life subjects. you can incorporate such techniques very effectively in landscapes, portraits, scenes, genre paintings, cityscapes, seascapes, and so on! i find that its rly good for depicting foliage, rocks, all kinds of natural textures that sometimes simply need that additional Chaotic Element, that maybe cant always be conveyed through paint alone. try it!

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erenscumprincess · 4 years ago

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Attack on Pu$$y

♡ Pairing: Eren x Y/N reader

♡ Summary: A family trip to visit your boyfriend's home country goes terribly wrong when unwanted guests show up at your parent's hotel. With Eren already being on your dad's bad side, it's up to you two and to save your parents, your vacation, and your relationship.

♡ Genre: Comedy and lots of smut

♡ Warnings: Mentions of sex

♡ Word Count: 11.29k

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『1』

“Omg! Where's my shower cap?” you screamed, frantically tossing out all the clothes you carefully packed the night before from your suitcase. “This can't be happening,” you promptly pulled open the drawers from your nearly empty dresser and began flinging everything onto the chair beside you. Not like you’d be able to find what you were looking for under the mess you just created. “I just spent $350 on this brazilian body wave, I need that shower cap!”

“It's on top of that big ass head,” the smug idiot you sometimes referred to as Eren, gestured to the pink sequined article that he bought for you on your last trip to the beauty supply. He was leaning forward in his chair, sweatpants hanging low, hair in a messy bun, dreary green eyes laser focused on the game he was playing with Jean and Armin. “Fuck,” he cursed, “Yo, Imma need some back up,” he shouted into his headset.

You slowly turned around to face the mirror on your disheveled vanity, Wow, not one of your strongest moments, you thought, gingerly, removing the shower cap. Your long curls cascaded down your shoulders, what usually were bright and dolled up eyes were now rimmed with day old eye liner and lashes that were threatening to pop off. You had to admit, you did look a little rough at the moment, but even now you still remain the baddest bitch in the city, and that's on periodt.

“Okay, where's my switch then?” you sighed, and tossed the showercap into the suitcase, rearranging all of the clothes back into it again, “You know, the pink bedazzled one?”

“Carry-on,” he responded, motioning to the backpack in front of the door, “Why are you acting like such a bimbo today?”

Pause, did this boy just try me? “Why are you acting like such a-,” you hesitated, trying to come up with a good comeback.

“Exactly,” you could practically see the smirk that you heard in his deep voice.

A couple years ago, you would have never expected you’d be dating this jerk. He was the star player in your school's basketball team, a literal god on the court, and you were just his tutor to get his grades up so he could stay on said team. But you know, one thing led to another and here you were, still dealing with his trifling ass. You grabbed the carry on and tossed all of your luggage in one place.

“You know what, I'm gonna pack my vibrator.” “What?” Eren pulled back one side of his headphones to free his ear, his brows furrowed.

“What?”

“You tripping,” Eren just rolled his eyes and went back to playing on your brother's PS5, the sounds of aggressive clicking of the controller echoed through the room.

“Nah, you’re tripping if you think you’re getting any action on this trip,” you glanced around the room one last time to double check if anything was left unpacked, “not with the way you’ve been talking to me lately.”

“Babygirl, stop playing, you know you can't resist this,” Eren tossed his headset and controller on to your bed, apparently done with his match. He stood up, towering at an alarming 6’2 above you, he leaned down, inches from your face, the chain that his father gave to him as a parting gift brushing against your skin. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, flashing that handsome grin of his, “let me make it up to you.”

You took in a deep breath, taking in the scent that was Eren, a combination of mint, mahogany, and was that weed? You slowly slid your hands down his chest to rest upon his toned hard abs, admiring the start of the v line that was poking out. This man could never keep a shirt on, but you weren’t complaining, “No,” you poked his waist, ignoring what was growing in his sweatpants, “we got a flight to catch.”

Ever since Eren invited you on a trip to visit his home country, Paradis, things have been pretty crazy, to say the least. You guys have been dating for a cute year and a half and he wanted to show you a different side of him.

“I can make it quick.”

“Don't you always,” you laugh, slapping his arm.

He catches it and you find yourself pinned against the wall, your back against his chest. You could feel his hard on pressing against your leggings, his face leaned into the crook of your neck, “Do you feel that?” You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. Two large hands gripped the sides of your hips, beckoning for you to move.

“Boy, stop!” you giggled, unintentionally curling into him, no but seriously, he's about to make me act up. You hated how you couldn’t stand to be mad at him for too long. You let out a shaky breath at the tingly sensation that was starting to pool up in your stomach, flashbacks from previous hookups whirred through your mind like a broken cassette tape.

“Hey! What’s taking yall so long?” a familiar voice shouted from outside your bedroom door, “We were supposed to leave hours ago!”

“And YOU weren’t even supposed to come!” You fired back. And he really wasn’t supposed to join. No one in your family was supposed to come. But your dad demanded it, if Eren still wanted to be with you. It took some convincing, but Eren finally caved into letting you bring your family, and you use the term "caved" very loosely.

“You think Imma letchu go to some foreign country with this hooligan actin’ fool!”

“Dad, they probably fucking,” another voice added, “And did you know Eren doesn’t like to wear condoms. Ah shit, I’m probably gonna be an uncle.”

You sighed, suppressing the urge to snap at your dad and annoying ass brother for Eren’s sake.

“Fuckin’?” You heard your dad gasp, “Oh hell nah, open this muthafuckin’ door right now!”

How the hell were you going to spend a whole two weeks with these idiots, you groaned at the thought.

“Your dad has no chill,” Eren laughed as he reluctantly dropped your arm allowing you to turn around to face him.

“I am so sorry,” you whisper, listening for the sounds of your father’s footsteps walking away. You gently brush away the stray wisps of hair from his messy bun out of his long lashes before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“So…” he paused, securing an arm around your waist, there's a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice his gaze travelling from your face, to your chest, down to your thighs.

“So…” you repeated, bashful eyes of yours met his.

“Wanna try road head?”

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vampirelair · 4 years ago

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Good Boy Gone Bad

How I was hypnotized, raped and turned into a vampire.

I didn’t even notice until my workout buddy Kyle told me. There was this guy at the gym who I ran into almost every week, just one of these random people you see regularly. But Kyle noticed that he started to work out at the stations near us more and more. Also, it seemed to me, that everytime I spotted him from the corner of my eye, he disappeared around a corner the moment after. Maybe next time he’s around, I’ll talk to Kyle about my girlfriend so that he can hear us, just to make sure the stranger knew I was straight and would back off.

And then there he was. Right in front of my house when I pulled over with my bike. I was sweating because it was quite a warm summer night. But before I could approach the stranger and tell him to get the hell out of here, I started to feel this weird feeling. The moment our eyes met, I felt numb and aroused at the same time. I couldn’t look nor walk away. The stranger approached me, not even blinking once. Losing strength in my hands I dropped my bike on the floor.

»Hi.«

»Wanna invite me in?«

»Sure.«

Why did I say that? Why would I invite this creepy stranger to my place? It didn’t make any sense, but I just blurted it out, intuitively. It just felt right. We went inside and just outside the door of my flat the stranger asked again. »Can I come in?«. Only this time, I kept thinking for a moment. I could have said no, but there was something about the stranger that interested me. I could always send him away later, right? So I said yes, come in.

»I’ve been watching you.��

»I noticed that.«

»You are special. I wanted to meet you.«

»I’m not ga…«

»Shut up.«

And I did. I couldn’t say another word. Slowly, the stranger came closer to me and kissed me very gently on the lips. A rush of adrenaline shot through my body, my dick hardened in my biking pants. What was happening? Like a highly addictive drug, I wanted more. But before I could kiss the stranger back, I felt two hands turning my head to the side and the stranger licked my neck from the shoulder to the ear. Another rush of adrenaline went through my body, from the part of my neck that the stranger licked to my shoulders, my chest, my dick, my arms and my legs.

»Do you like that? Tell me.«

»Yes.« – I was able to talk again.

»Good. You want more?«

»Yes, please!“

The stranger ripped off both of our shirts, we kicked our shoes away and with an amazingly elegant sway move to the side I suddenly lay in the stranger’s strong left arm while he pulled my pants off my body with his right arm. The strength of the stranger was so impressive, I felt the urge of caressing every inch of his body. And what a perfect body it was, beautiful pecs and arms and legs, the perfect amount of hair. The stranger was everything I was working out for at the gym. I just had to touch and kiss all of it. I sucked the nipples of his hard pecs, grabed each and every muscle and kneaded it and that’s when the stranger smiled for the first time. Not only smiled, he laughed. Was he laughing because he was able to seduce a straight boy like me? I didn’t care. I just needed to experience that amazing body.

There was only one part left I didn’t touch yet. So I went down on my knees, looking the stranger in his hypnotizingly beautiful eyes, licking his huge boner from the balls to the tip, not breaking eye contact. I never even touched another guy’s dick before but it felt like the most natural thing to do in this very moment. So I started sucking it like my girlfriend uses to suck my dick. Only this time I wasn’t touching my own pecs and abs but the ones of the stranger. And not only the pecs and abs but also his huge thighs, his ass and his strong arms… I wanted to taste his juice but I also didn’t want it to be over yet. That’s when I noticed my own huge boner. I moved my hand down to start jerking off but that’s when the stranger pulled my arm away, grabbed me by the neck and held me up so that my feet were dangling in the air. I thought this was it, now I was being choked to death but the stranger just said in an angry voice »Don’t. You are mine.« and tossed me on my bed.

I landed flat on my stomach and before I could even move a bit I felt the stranger’s scrubby beard on my ass cheeks and his tongue up my ass. It was a feeling of sensation I never felt before and it felt better than anything I ever experienced. Once again, a rush of adrenaline shot through my body, now even more intense than before. I felt it up my ass and all inside my stomach and chest, my dick grew even harder and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. The stranger on the other hand seemed to be infuriated and growled and snarled while the licking of my asshole became more and more a devouring.

Finally, he needed to take a breath and stopped for a moment. I heard an evil laugh and his tongue moved up my back up to my neck. I knew what was happening next. He would put his huge dick up my ass and it would hurt. And boy, it did. He was in a frenzy and he was brutal. He just shoved it in, I screamed, and he began pounding my ass real hard. Right from the start. It hurt so bad, i had to bite my pillow, the screaming turned into loud, painful moans. The stranger did not have any mercy but instead kept going faster. To my surprise, the pain was slowly replaced by that rush of adrenaline again. The stranger licked my neck again, put his arms under my chest and held my torso by the shoulders with his hands. I was his toy and he used his strong arms to really push his dick up my ass or rather push my body back and forth.

After a while, the growling of the stranger turned into a lustful scream and he bit me in the neck. I couldn’t believe it, this hunk was giving me a hickie? It really hurt, though, and he kept sucking my neck for quite a while but the feeling of his dick up my ass was distracting me from it. Then he let go and in another graceful, swift move he turned me around with his dick still inside me. And then I saw. The stranger indeed bit me and there was blood running down his chin, dripping on his sweaty chest and on my abs. Another lustful scream revealed the truth about him. I saw his fangs. And that’s when it dawned on me. I was being seduced – or maybe even hypnotized – and raped by a vampire.

He kept on pounding my ass, holding my legs, getting wilder and wilder and I knew I was at his mercy. Resistance was futile. I was going to die that night. Unless…

»Turn me.«, I said.

Without even the slightest reaction on his face, the vampire just grabbed my neck again, choking me, pulling me up and whispering in my ear: »Beg.«

To my surprise, he started sucking my rock hard cock while still being inside of me. I grabbed his arms and started begging. This was my last resort. »Please… turn me… Make me a vampire… I will serve you… Please…« He let me beg for quite a while and I was getting weaker and weaker. I forgot about the bite in my neck. I was bleeding to death.

Just before I almost passed out he stopped sucking my dick, which was surprisingly still hard, bit his own wrist and held it to my mouth while getting back to sucking my dick again himself. Without hesitation, i grabbed his arm and sucked as much blood out of his wrist as possible. The moment his satanic blood touched my lips I felt the rush of adrenaline again, a powerful force was taking over my body and all of a sudden I shot a huge load into the vampire’s mouth. I was shaking, still trying to get as much blood as possible, my dick not stopping to shoot my load up the vampire’s throat who enjoyed every bit of it. He swallowed every drop and when I was literally sucked dry he rose up again, a big satisfied but evil grin in his face, thumping his dick in my ass as hard as he could and with an incredible loud howl he came inside me. Every shot felt like fire burning inside of me and just after some seconds I was gone.

–

I woke like from a nightmare. I sat upright in my bed, sweating, panicking, confused. To my surprise, the vampire was still there, waiting patiently right next to my hard dick. I fell back into the bed and once again I came and the vampire swallowed every bit of it. But this time, I came for almost a minute. I learned later that it was my transitioning body getting rid of the last bit of mortal bodily fluids. Since cum is also an essence of life – even more powerful than blood – the vampire was eager of drinking every bit of it.

Another surprise in this night of surprises was that Kyle was here. He was just standing there, in the middle of the room, naked, his empty gaze staring at the empty wall. The vampire saw the confused look on my face and told me. I was not a vampire yet. I was transitioning. I had his evil seed inside me and now I had to choose: do I really want to turn into a creature of the night, or do I let the seed kill me from within. All I needed to do, was to take a sip of mortal blood. In that moment, I still had friendly feeling towards Kyle. But I made up my mind. I was not going to die that young. The vampire helped me up. I was weak, I could barely stand. He carried me over to Kyle and I held myself up on Kyle’s strong shoulders. With a snap of his fingers, the vampire woke Kyle up. He didn’t panic but just looked me in the eyes.

»Hey. Why am I here? What’s happening?«

»I’m sorry Kyle. I need a small favor from you…«

The vampire produced a little shaving blade from behind Kyle’s back and slit a very small cut into his neck. Kyle hissed and I felt a strong force within me that drew me towards the little wound. I grabbed Kyle’s hair and tilted his head so that his neck was beautifully exposed and kissed him on the now strongly bleeding spot. The moment my lips touched his blood the force within me seemed to explode, filling me with strength and energy and I felt all the muscles of my body tensing up and my teeth sinking brutally deep into the flesh of his neck. The feeling of my teeth in his neck felt like penetrating somebody with my dick. I held Kyle tight and sucked the blood out of him, growing stronger with every sip I took. I felt my muscles growing and I even grew an inch or two taller. I lost control and wanted to suck my friend dry at that moment but my master stopped me. He held me up by my throat again and with his other arm he made Kyle drink his vampire blood. Kyle’s wound healed in a heartbeat and he just fell down on the bed.

My master saved my friend. But I was in a frenzy, I wanted more blood, I wanted to shove my dick up my friend’s cute ass, I wanted to fuck and bite him senseless. But my master turned me around, held my arms behind my back and made me look at myself in the mirror. I was huge, I was transformed into a man I thought I couldn’t be however hard I trained. Blood was running down my chin and my chest and I needed some moments to calm down. I was a vampire now. And no matter how much I feed and fuck, I am always hungry and horny for more.

–

Kyle and I are still friends. Of course, he doesn’t know that I’m a vampire. My master hypnotized him and made him forget after what happened. But I still go to the gym with him – even though I don’t need to with my supernatural strength – and suck his dick. I found out that he’s bi-curious and always dreamed of having his dick sucked by me. Also, I enjoy freaking him out with my fangs from time to time and rape and bite him. I always make him forget afterwards, but I grew quite fond of him.

My master is giving me the freedom to fuck and feed on whoever I want. Which I do. Daily. But he will always have the power to summon me, which he does from time to time to celebrate group biting parties or the siring of a new slave together. I do not have permission to sire someone yet, but I am looking forward to the day. My master gave me the most incredibly siring ever and I can’t wait to pass it on to another deserving mortal.

–

vampire lair

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ventismommy · 4 years ago

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Bennett thirst? got it.

I have NEVER been into bennett but your post changed everything HAHA so i raise you:

it’s late at night, and you two are in a cabin together, wether that be for a camp or on an expedition it doesn’t matter- and you’re asleep, and he’s needy as hell. You’ve been flirting for a while and haven’t really figured out what your relationship is and he’s nervous ab it but he needs you. So he wakes you up and you get him off oh so gently in the dark. enjoy~ <3

-Seb (Dove <3)

I literally cannot get corruption kink benny out of my head smh

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After a long day of exploring Wolvendom- and flirting with Bennett, because he was absolutely adorable when he was flustered, definitely not because you had feelings for him, you lied to yourself- nothing felt better than retreating to the little cabin the two of you had found and fixed up. You’d already cooked some Grilled Fish skewers for the both of you, with some Mint Jelly afterwards, and washed off in the lake once Bennett had his turn, and now you were slipping into nightclothes, having agreed that the two of you would turn away from each other and having no idea that he was actually staring at your body with a bright red blush.

You’d long since gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as him for expeditions like these; it still gave you butterflies, but not as intense as the first time when you’d woken up accidentally tangled in each other’s arms. Bennett had refused to look you in the eye that day.

This time he curled up at your back, facing away from you. His back was pressed against yours, warm and comforting- comforting because it meant you knew he was safe, in that bed next to you in his oversized shirt and messy hair. The two of you fell asleep not long after, tired from your adventure, and Benny slipped into dreams...

“Mmm, don’t worry darling, let me take care of you...”

“So good for me, Benny, keep it up darling~”

“You can do it, it’s okay, shhh shh shh, I’ve got you-”

Your voice, running through his head on repeat. He didn’t know why the phrases you were saying made his head spin and his thighs rub together in his sleep, didn’t know what the unfamiliar feeling was beyond the mandatory sex talk he’d gotten from his dads, just knew that oh, he wanted you to stop flirting and just touch him.

Bennett awoke with a start, a thin sheen of sweat on his feverish skin and an ache between his thighs. Sitting up, he tried taking deep breaths, tried going back to sleep, tried not to stare at you, but nothing helped, and oh he was so desperate.

So, turning where he sat to face you, he gently shook your shoulder with one hand, whispering your name. It took a few times, but eventually you stirred, turning over.

“Mmm?” You hummed in question, not completely awake yet. But Bennett was too far gone for words, too needy, so he simply waited a few seconds til you woke up a bit more and then took your hand, tentatively guiding it to the bulge in his boxers. When your hand finally touched him through the fabric, he let out a weak groan and tightened his grip on your wrist, rocking forward into your hand a bit. “B-Bennett? What are y- oh?”

At that he turned bright red, embarrassed, but didn’t stop, didn’t let go of your wrist. “S-sorry- you t-tease so m-much- needed-need-” His words failed him when you started to apply a little pressure, palming him gently and watching his adorable little face. “Oh, I see~ don’t you worry darling, I know you’re needy- I’m going to give you what you want, I promise-”

You sat up slowly, pushing him down to lay on his back and leaning over him. You bent down slightly to muzzle at his neck, an indication for him to turn his head as you continued to rub him through his boxers. He gave soft little moans every time your hand pushed into him- he didn’t know what was going on, but it felt good, it made the ache go away, and he wanted more.

You nipped at his neck, making him gasp and shudder. And then, he started to rock his hips into your hand, slowly at first but getting more desperate by the minute. Before long he was panting hard, desperately rutting against your hand, and you had to push his hips down a bit. “Shh, shhh, slow down, my darling boy, relax, you’ll tire yourself out-”

“B-But it hurts,” he whined, struggling against your hold on his hip. “I-I’ve never- I don’t know what’s going on- I j-just want m-more-”

Oh, he was so pure, so adorable, that you couldn’t resist the urge to wreck him.

“Alright, puppy, shhhh, I’m gonna make it better for you, okay?”

He let out a pitchy little cry, nodding fervently.

“But we gotta go slow, dear, we don’t want to overwhelm you-”

He gave a little whine at the word slow, but seemed to quiet down a bit, no longer struggling. “There’s a good boy,” you murmured, and Bennett whimpered.

Sliding your hand downwards, you found the waistband of his boxers and tugged at it, pulling them down inch by inch til you could slide them off of his legs. When you did, you planted a little kiss on his scraped knee before moving back to where you were.

This time you were able to reach down and wrap a hand around his cock, slowly starting to stroke him. “A-a-ah!” He cried out, hand reaching out to grab your other arm for support. His hips twisted in pleasure, bucking up into your hand a few times as he got accustomed to the unfamiliar but so, so good feeling. And then he whimpered something that made your ears perk up in interest.

“M-Mommy, please!”

Oh, you couldn’t refuse.

Running a thumb along the slit at his tip, you chuckled to yourself. “Oh, baby boy, you’re already dripping...so adorable...don’t you worry, Mommy’s going to take real good care of you.”

Bennett squirmed restlessly underneath you, breathlessly moaning with every touch. Your hand felt s-so good, and there was this hot, tight tension in his core, and he just wanted to make it burst, make it go away.

“Relax, darling, it’s alright...I’m here, you can let it out-”

Overwhelmed tears started to stream down his face, and you kissed them away, each one.

“Bennett, dear, can you close your eyes for me sweetheart? Can you do that?”

He nodded with a little whine, closing his eyes obediently and even halting his movements.

“Oh, good boy,” you whispered gently to him while you sat up, pulling off your panties and lifting your oversized shirt. His hands instinctively flew to your thighs when he felt them on either side of his hips, and you let him squeeze onto them in anticipation, bucking uselessly into the air. And then you slid down carefully, enveloping his cock inside of you, and oh, the noise he made was just sinful.

“W-W-What is that- feels g-go-o-ood- hhhnng- Momm-my!” he wailed, thrusting upwards into that hot, perfect feeling. That tension was already getting closer to bursting, even as you steadied him and shushed him comforting my before starting to slide up and down, riding him slowly. “D-Darling, shhh shh shh, it’s okay, it’s alright, slow down now, we’re gonna take it nice and slow, okay?”

“O-Ok-kay, s-sorry Mommy, it j-just fe-eels- ah!”

You smiled softly at him as you started to pick up your pace, riding him juuust a little bit faster now. “You don’t have to apologize, p-puppy, it’s alright- tonight is about you, okay?”

Bennett only whined quietly in response, head tossing to either side. So close, so close- it got even worse when you started clenching around him, rubbing your clit in fast little circles to try and get yourself to that edge so you wouldn’t have to overstimulate him. Every thrust up and down was so agonizingly slow, dragging that perfect feeling up and down his sensitive cock.

“M-Mommy, what’s this f-f-feeling, something’s gonna- m’gonna- hah~” he sobbed, back arching and accidentally pushing him further into you. That earned a soft moan from you as your fingers and his cock made that same tension start to form in you. You kept working those quick circles as you rode him, getting close yourself, and your free hand reached upwards to caress his cheek. “I-It’s normal, baby boy, don’t worry- it’s a good thing- now just k-keep- hah- keep going for me, okay? You can do it, baby.”

When he started to cry a little bit more, you returned to kissing his tears away. And then, he started to sloppily buck upwards, getting close to reaching his high, just needing that final push- you clenched around him-

And he was gone.

“A-a-ah-hah~ M-Mommy, mommy, mo-mommy- I- I love you- I love you I love you I love you-”

You were stunned for a second, but quickly regained your senses. Did he just...he did... how do I respond?

So you decided to just tell the truth, quit hiding.

As you planted a few more harsher bites along his neck, you started to call out to him. “Bennett, my love, I love you too my darling, h-hah, so- good for me-”

And with that, you came too, leaning forward a bit before carefully lifting off of him. As soon as you laid down next to him he was scooting over to you to hold you in a bone crushing hug. “Y-You really love me? With all my bad luck?”

“Of course I do, Bennett...how could I not?” You replied, gently stroking his hair as you cuddled him.

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ghostlywritten · 4 years ago

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Twelve

James Potter x OC

A/N: At last, the long awaited chapter. Sorry for the wait, my laptop has been failing on me. Hope you enjoy.

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

It was the last weekend before the beginning of the exams for literally everybody. The library was packed with not a single seat unoccupied as well as the common room, where people had even taken to sitting on the floor to study, the dorms being too sitfling.

I had been one of the lucky ones to get a seat at a table, revising my notes with James next to me.

"How do you brew the Elixir to Induce Euphoria?"

"You add shrivelfig, porcupine quills and stir four times anti-clockwise. Then you add a sprig of peppermint, Sopophorous beans and wormwood and stir six times anti-clockwise," James recited, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers.

"That is correct."

"Yes!"

"Alright, your turn-"

"Hey, what about my reward?" James asked and I looked at him questioningly, "My kiss?" He pouted and I gave in almost immediately, not being able to resist his big earth-coloured eyes as I leant forward to press my lips against his.

"Hmm, that's it," he hummed approvingly and it made my face grow as I thought of him saying it during certain other circumstances. I was a girl, a sixteen year old girl, and of bloody course my mind would wander towards certain things that I could be doing instead of studying, now that I had a boyfriend...things, that I couldn't have had managed before on my own. And with a boyfriend as hot as mine I couldn't help but let my gaze linger whenever he stretched himself during Quidditch warm-ups, causing his shirt to deliciously rile up and reveal his abs, or watching him bite his lips whenever he concentrated hard on something, wishing he would bite me-

"Love? Cec? Hellooo?" James snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked. "Are you spacing out on me? Siriusly? After you dragged my ass to sit and study with you? Jeez, then ungratefulness stinks," he huffed in mock-annoyance and I shook my head to get the thoughts out.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"It's my turn. What colour does the Potion have and what is it for?"

"The colour should be a bright yellow and as the name implies, it's supposed to induce the drinker in a sudden euphoria."

"That is absolutely correct!"

"Of course it is," I replied arrogantly, flinging my hair before giggling. James smirked, leaning forward. "Come and get your reward then." My heart leaped in my chest but I managed to stop him with a hand on his chest. "Nah, I'm good," I teased with a shrug, briefly wondering where Marlene was. She would have been so proud of me right now. James frowned for a second before promptly throwing himself on me. "Uff, James!" I exclaimed, pearls of laughter escaping as he snuck his arms around me to lessen the blow of landing on the hard floor, pinning me down effectively with his body.

"How dare you reject my generous offer of rewarding you with a kiss?" James said gravely, chuckles drifting through his words, "You shall be punished with more rewards."

"Bite me!"

"Gladly!" I squealed as he started attacking my neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin.

"Can you stop with your childish antics?!” Lily's voice ripped through our laughter. She stood up with a peeved look, gathering her things. "Some people are actually trying to study!" She stormed off before any of us could form an answer.

James sprang up, adjusting his glasses as he held out a hand for me whilst looking after her. I brushed off any dirt from my clothes and went to sit down.

"I should probably go and check on her," he suggested and I wanted to ask why when he was already taking off.

"Alright," I said lamely to his back, watching until he disappeared through the portrait hole. I plopped back down on my seat, glancing at Alice, who was completely immersed in her notes, not even aware her best friend's departure. Looking down at my own notes, I tried to focus but my eyes kept drifting from word to word without taking anything in as my mind kept replaying the way James ran after Lily with little to no hesitation.

'You're thinking too much into it...

...I wonder what they are doing right now...'

I sighed loudly, frustrated that I couldn't let it go. Peeking at the only studious girl at the table, I stood up. "I'm...gonna go to the loo," I excused myself and left when I received no response.

Walking out of the common room, I promptly slapped myself on the forehead.

Was I really going to follow them like a creepy, insecure girlfriend? Obviously.

Was I going to find them with the head start they had now? Obviously not. Dumbass.

Glancing back at the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding our entrance, I pondered whether to go back inside or try looking for them. Lily was most likely heading to the library to join Remus at his study table that he had occupied since this morning. I cringed at my own behaviour when I decided to look for them. 'Im just making sure she's fine so I can focus back on my exams,' I reassured myself, 'Nothing creepy about tha-'

"Ow-!"

"Oi, Cec," Sirius greeted me gruffly, holding onto my arm until I steadied myself as he had bumped against me quite strongly, "Sorry about that. Didn't see you from the corner."

"It's all good," I replied, glad for the distraction as I straightened my robe and looked up at him. He seemed distraught, his hair unkempt and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. I would have guessed he had a good snogging session if it weren't for the sad glistening in his eyes. "Hey Sirius," I called softly as he fidgeted, already turning away, "Is everything alright?"

"Hm?" he looked over his shoulder, his expression carefully blank, "Yeah, of course. Everything is fine. Why?"

I shrugged, not wanting to point out how he seemed less than his usual joyful facade. "Just asking. Where you've been anyway? I thought we would study together in the common room?"

His face twisted into something akin to anguish and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I was with Reg..ulus," he said, turning away.

"Did som-"

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it," he snapped.

"Sirius..." He stormed off towards the portrait hole and I was left staring after a back for the second time this day. I felt the worry built up, sensing that something bad must have happened. Because, no matter how hurt or angry Sirius was, he was always very good at hiding it. Unless he was drunk or something major had happened. And since he didn't seem drunk right now...my feet started moving before my mind had been made up, walking back towards the Fat Lady and pushing every thought of James and Lily into the back of my mind. This was urgent, my platonic soulmate was in pain after all.

Stepping into the common room, I spotted the black-haired boy rush up the boys dormitory and steeled myself before following him upstairs, hoping nobody saw me step to left instead of the right passage towards the rooms. I tentatively walked down the small hallway I had never dared to step in in all my six years before, searching the signs on the doors for the Sixth Year's dormitories. Pressing an ear on one of the doors, I listened for any sound. Fortunately, there were some shuffles and the familiar voice of my friend cursing as he dropped something heavy. Just as I contemplated on whether to knock, the door swung up revealing Sirius, who had rid himself of his robe and jumper, holding a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand and the other tightly wound around the door handle.

"What are you doing?" he asked, narrowing his shining eyes.

"I-"

"Just leave," he grumbled, his voice tense as he was holding back the tears that hadn't fallen yet. Dread filled me now as he rushed past me to the bathroom, shutting the door soundly behind him. Something was seriously wrong. This time, I didn't hesitate to follow him, pushing back the cringe at opening a boy's bathroom and peeking in. The room was empty except for one shower cabinet in the far back where the water was turned on, running at full blast.

"Sirius, I hope you are not naked, because I'm coming in," I warned, giving him a second before I opened the cabinet to find him sitting on the floor, drinking from the bottle of Firewhiskey as the water pattered down on him.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" he mumbled, his voice thick and croaky from the burn of the alcohol, "I don't want to talk about it." He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as the water trickled down on his face and further, drenching his clothes.

"We don't need to talk," I said quietly, hoping he could hear me over the water, "I just wanna be here for you." And with that, I stepped in fully-clothed and closed the cabinet door behind me, sliding down next to him as I proceeded to get completely wet in a less than a few seconds. Sirius kept quiet, only raising his bottle to me before pressing it against his own lips when I shook my head, wondering which of the drops trailing down his face were from the shower head and which from his sorrowful eyes.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there but Sirius got up after what seemed like hours, clearing his throat as he lowered the water volume. "I'm...gonna get you the Invisibility Cloak so you can sneak out. Wait here." I nodded. "And don't turn the water off or someone might come in." I nodded again and he stepped over me, pushing the door open and disappearing from sight. I sighed as he left, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of my clothes sticking to my skin. He came back after a few minutes with cloak and wand in hand, casting a Hot Air Charm over me as I got up and turned off the shower head. It was completely silent, but somber in some way as we proceeded to walk out of the bathroom with me under the cloak and him at the front. He held the door open, squinting to see if I had passed and I mumbled a quiet 'thanks' when I was out.

Nodding, he stepped out as well, shoving his hands into his pockets, having dried himself as well. "I will...see you around," he said, a softness in his voice and slightly slurring, "I'm just gonna head to bed."

I nodded before realising he couldn't see me. "Okay. Sleep well, Sirius."

"You too."

Turning away, I took a few steps when I heard Sirius whisper my name. "Cec, I- thank you. For being there," he stammered, seeming uncharacteristically unsure of himself. I wondered then, how many people he had shown his emotional side before. Guessing from what I knew about him, I would say it dwindled down to the four people he kept the closest plus maybe Regulus. It warmed me, that he now included me into that circle as well even if I kind of forced him to as I had followed him around. "Cec?" he called out questioningly, his grey eyes flittering around as he pondered whether I was still there or not. I quickly stepped back towards him, carefully taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. "You're more than welcome, Sirius," I whispered and his eyes softened when I raised my cloak to let him see me for a split second. "Good night."

"Good night."

Walking down to the common room, I noticed a considerably less amount of people were gathered around to study, mostly Fifth and Seventh Years. But Alice was still there and even Marlene had joined her, though her face rested on her notes as she drooled on them, fast asleep. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I noticed it was past nine o'clock. The thoughts of Lily and James that I had pushed into the back of my mind resurfaced and I swept the room with my eyes in search of either of them. There was no way Lily would have gone to bed so early on the last days before the exam and I briefly remembered all the times we had together to study until past midnight for our O.W.L.'s last year. 'Was she still at the library?' But the library had been closed for an hour now.

My stomach grumbled in that moment and the sound resonated throughout the otherwise quiet room. I blushed, despite the fact that no one could see me under the cloak, as a few heads raised in confusion. Only now did I realise how hungry I was since I had missed dinner and also skipped lunch earlier this day. 'A quick snack from the kitchen it is,' I decided, walking towards the entrance and out of the common room. 'And on my way I can make a short detour to see if Lily actually managed to convince Madam Pince to let her stay past the closing hours to study. Wouldn't put it past her to play the Prefect Card for this.'

Skipping down the stairs, I took the corridor to the library and found it entirely deserted. I sighed relieved, not knowing what exactly I was relieved for, as I turned away to head towards the kitchen. The halls were empty and dark, with the occasional light of the half-moon breaking through the tall windows and I breathed in the fresh air of a summer night, enjoying the peaceful silence as I strolled towards the kitchen.

But the peace would only last for so long.

I reached the corridor with the painting of the fruit bowl, fastening my steps as my stomach gave another protesting growl. Just when I was about to tickle the pear in the painting, anticipating all the good food the elves would cook in a matter of minutes, the door opened from the inside, nearly banging against my forehead. I stumbled back as the door swung to the side, revealing James. My heart skipped a beat in surprise but also at the sight of twinkling eyes that seemed unnaturally light in all the darkness surrounding us. Grinning, I grasped at the hem of the cloak, ready to spook him when he turned back towards the kitchens, engulfing his face in a warm glow of light coming from the big room.

A shadow crossed his features and he held his hand out for Lily, who was laughing softly as she took it, letting him help her out of the hole. "Thanks," she said.

"You are very welcome," James replied with a grin as the door shut close, engulfing us all in a sudden darkness. I blinked, squinting in hopes to see better as my eyes adjusted. For a second everything was silent before the two started walking. Biting my lip, I followed them before I could think about what I was doing. 'We are all headed to the same direction, I can't help it that I need to walk behind them. And since I'm not hungry anymore- oh, who am I kidding, I'm starving,' I complained to myself, cursing my brain for having the urge to spy on the two in all my insecure glory.

They walked in silence for a while before standing on the staircase.

"Thanks for the food," Lily spoke up as they waited for the stairs to stop moving, "I really needed it."

"Figures. You didn't eat anything today," James replied.

"How do you know that?"

"Eh," I could practically feel him blush as he stammered for an answer. "I just saw you and Cec studying all day, so I guessed that you hadn't eaten anything yet. Cec hasn't at least."

"Right," Lily said quietly, walking up the stairs as they stopped moving. I followed silently, watching the moon reflect on her brilliant red hair and noticing James did, too. "You know, I was surprised how you two suddenly got together."

"Hm?" James hummed, looking at his shoes as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes.

"I mean, one day you were asking me out and the other you were suddenly hanging around with her and started dating," Lily said in joking manner and James chuckled along, though I couldn't grasp the joke in it. "It was...surprising, yeah," she ended awkwardly and the mood turned somber.

"Well, I guess it surprised a lot of people," James chuckled again, seemingly nervous as he ran a hand through his messy mop of hair. "But, Cec is great. She is amazing, really," he added, his voice turning steady and gentle, tugging at my heart strings. I felt a smile form on my face.

"She is quite great, yeah," Lily agreed softly. Now I felt bad for eavesdropping. 'You're siriusly messed up, dumbass,' I scolded myself. But I didn't stop. "I'm happy for you guys. It's nice to see Cec so happy and seeing a normal side of you."

James scoffed, "Normal?"

"What?" Lily giggled.

"What side of me has not been normal before?"

"I'm just saying, it's refreshing to know a side of you that wouldn't enchant cupids to read me sappy poems and throw pink glitter all over me," Lily recalled, laughing to herself as James blushed beet-red.

"Well, normal is overrated anyway," he muttered into his tie, smiling as Lily bumped her fist against his arms.

"I kinda miss it," she said and I noticed her eyes widen as soon as the sentence left her mouth. James' lips quirked up, his eyes shining. "Do you now?" he asked smugly, laughing as she slapped his arm.

"I mean," she started but paused. The mood turned slightly somber as she fiddled with her sleeve.

"You mean?" James prompted almost eagerly and I bit my lip, the tugging in my heart strings turning to harsh pulls.

Lily sighed, "It's nothing. Just, now that I know the 'normal' side of you, the one, you probably show to your friends and Cec...I think, all the stuff you used to do was quite endearing."

James kept quiet for a second. "You mean, when I endlessly chased after you?"

"All the things you did to ask me out. The cupids, the flowers, the sweets...," I distinctly heard Lily gulp as she stopped and turned towards him, causing him to falter in his steps, too. "I didn't recognise it back then, but it must have cost you a lot of effort and I think that's sweet..." James held his breath. "...and a little bit excessive." They both chuckled lightly before turning quiet, staring at the other.

"So, it was not for nothing after all," James muttered softly, almost as if he were dazed as he stared into her eyes. I clutched at the cloak tightly, feeling cold all of a sudden.

Lily cocked her head to the side, strands of red hair gliding over her shoulder like ocean waves. "Yeah. It did not get me to say yes back then, but..."

"But?" James pressed, taking a step forward.

Lily took a deep breath as if she were preparing herself for something, "But...if I had known this side of you before, I might have agreed. To- you know." I stilled, my tight grip on the cloak loosening slightly. James' eyes widened and I could see the elation spread through his face even if he didn't smile.

"To going out with me?" he asked breathlessly. Lily hesitated before she nodded. For a minute, we all stood in silence as James stared at her, dumbfounded. Lily's eyes flickered around as if she were scared to get caught. "Anyway, it doesn't matter!" she stated, too loudly for the quiet atmosphere, "I mean, you are with Cec now and you guys are happy."

"Yeah...yeah we are," James said, still in stupor.

"Yeah, so..." Lily gestured forward, turning to start walking again.

"But what if we aren't?" James spoke up, causing her to halt in her footsteps. My heart stopped.

"What?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

It was James' turn to take a deep breath as if he were preparing himself for something, "What if Cec and I weren't happy?"

Lily furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You guys look besotted with each other."

"Yeah, that's the thing," James said firmly, determination flooding his features. "We look like we are besotted with each other. It was an act." I swayed slightly as if I had been punched in the chest. "It was just an act." It was just an act. The words seemed to echo in the hallway, pounding relentlessly into my eardrums as I stood frozen, staring the bespectacled boy.

"It was an act?" Lily asked incredulously. James nodded. She turned towards him fully in disbelief. "You were acting like you were together?!" James nodded again. "Why?"

"I was trying to show you a more civil side of me," he said and my eyes widened. 'Be civil' I heard my own voice resonate through my mind. I tried to keep my breathing even as my chin trembled. "I wanted you to see what kind of guy I am since you wouldn't go out with me. I wanted you to see the real me. How I would be if we were together."

Lily stared at him. "I don't even know what to say...," she trailed off.

"Since you appreciated all the efforts I put into asking you out, you could appreciate this as well?" James asked hopefully and I was starting to feel sick. It was just an act. Something in me shattered. I turned away, trying to shield the little, constricting organ in my chest from his words.

"But wait, is Cec part of this? How is she managing to pretend this whole time?" she pondered and James' face fell. Noticing this, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Is she pretending, James? Does she know about your relationship being an act?"

James tensed up, biting his lip as he glanced away and it was all the answer that Lily needed. Her emerald green eyes widened. "James...," she breathed in disbelief, "How could you do this to her?"

"Listen, Cec won't take it too hard," James tried as Lily shook her head in disbelief, "She knows it's nothing serious. We've grown closer, yes, as friends."

"I don't think she sees it like that," Lily responded and I chose that moment to walk away. Because she was absolutely right.

Chapter Thirteen

#james potter x reader #james potter x oc #James Potter #james potter fanfiction #Sirius Black #marauders imagine #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #Remus Lupin #Lily Evans #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #marlene mckinnon #harry potter #marauders

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marvelouspeterparker · 5 years ago

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baby boy

pairing: sub!peter parker x reader

request number twenty-seven: can you do sub!peter parker getting overwhelming attention to the point he’s trembling and whining loudly 👀

word count: 3k+

notes: well it’s smut so...you know. (also i don’t like the word mistress so peter doesn’t call the reader that in this.)

Peter was acting extremely nice today. Not that he wasn’t always nice, but when you woke up he was just admiring you, his hands to himself instead of the usual mornings where he would be feeling you up and cuddling you tight––his movements confident and certain. That meant one thing and one thing only...You would be in charge today. You could tell he was going to be needy today and you were more than ready for it.

His eyes were following your every move today like a lost puppy. He was always ready to help you, constantly asking if you needed anything. He was trying to get brownie points and be good, since the last time he acted out, let’s just say––he learned his lesson.

He knew that to get what he wanted, he had to behave. He thought that would make it easy for him.

So you being you, had to make it a little more of a challenge.

Peter was practically glued to your side the whole day. You had been sitting on the couch for hours now. It was 6pm now and you still hadn’t touched him. When he was like this, he couldn’t even kiss you unprompted, he needed you to reach out. You’d never explicitly said he couldn’t touch you, subconsciously he just felt as though he shouldn’t. He felt that instead, he should earn it.

You could feel his eyes boring into you as you scrolled through your phone. Fighting back a smirk, you asked, “Do you need something, Peter?” He hated when you called him that when he was like this. He preferred Pete and literally any other nickname. More specifically one in particular.

He grumbled at the sound of his name, looking down at his hands. “N––No...”

You still didn’t look up at him but you could see him glancing up at you from the corner of your eye. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you need something,” you said teasingly.

His eyes narrowed. You knew exactly what he needed, didn’t you. He wanted to just say it, he really did but he was feeling so shy and under, he couldn’t even speak. “N––Nothing.”

You were a little disappointed that he didn’t take the bait, but you weren’t giving up just yet. You caught his eye and his breath hitched when he noticed the look in your eyes. “Okay, baby boy.” There it is. The one nickname that would have him do whatever you please, whenever. If that didn’t break him, nothing would.

His eyes widened and an involuntary whimper escaped his lips. You simply shrugged, since he supposedly didn’t need anything and went back to your phone.

Next thing you know, Peter was on his knees in front of you, his hands clasped together in his lap. You moved your phone to the side and looked down at him, quirking a brow. You spread your legs and he took the hint, leaning forward to rest his head on your lap, his hands resting gently on your thighs as he looked up at you.

“I need you...Wanna love on you.” He nuzzled into you further, “Want you to touch me. Please...” He pouted.

You brought a hand down to run through his curls and he leaned into your touch like a kitten. Normally when you pet him like this you would call him your good boy, praise him in some way. Today, you were going to make him work for it. He grumbled in protest at the lack of praise, shoving his face further into your leg. You almost laughed at his reaction, but you weren’t going to be that mean.

He perked up suddenly, knowing just how to get your approval. He kissed your thigh softly, “Can I please taste you, honey? Will you let me do that? Will you let me make you feel good?”

You almost said no, but to be honest, as the day ran it’s course and you could feel just how much your boy needed you, you had gotten pretty aroused yourself. You admired him for a bit, just soaking up this moment. You could feel him getting more eager as you bit your lip, watching him.

You tapped his cheek twice and he sat back on his heels, swallowing thickly as he waited for you to respond.

Setting your phone aside without taking your eyes off of him, you stood up and pulled your sweats down. As you stepped out of them, Peter licked his lips, taking you in. You were now just in his shirt and he could feel his member swell up even more in his pants.

You were about to pull your panties down when he spoke up, his voice small. “Can I?” He looked like a puppy. How could you say no to that?

You nodded, lifting the shirt up past your waist and he got up on his knees. But before his hands could reach you, you tutted, “No hands.”

Peter moaned softly and kissed up your thigh, looking up at you after every touch of his lips to your skin. When he reached your hips, he grabbed the waistline of your panties with his teeth before slowly dragging them down your legs as best he could. You stepped out of them and sat back down before teasingly taking your time to spread your legs.

When you noticed he still hadn’t moved, you spoke up. “Go ahead, Pete.”

He pouted up at you, leaning his head towards your hand and you realized what he was waiting for. You thread your fingers through his curls and tugged his head towards you. He grinned up at you sinfully before finally licking up your folds and moaning at your taste, his hands planted firmly on the ground––He missed this.

His eyes were closed and he was humming and moaning into you, lost in the feeling of your thighs around his head, your fingers in his hair and your taste on his tongue. He was completely under your control.

He was desperately trying to get you to cum, only focused on you. You’d pull him back every now and then, controlling his actions and he’d whine every time he lost contact with your heat, whining lowly in the back of his throat, his eyes still closed.

He was taking his time, licking all over, lapping away at your clit, alternating between leaving long and slow open mouthed kisses and sucking.

He got you to the edge rather quickly and he was ready to have you cum all over his face, but you had other plans. You pulled him away roughly, and it took all your self control to resist your nearing orgasm. He growled, annoyed as he looked up at you.

“Why?” his voice was wrecked and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send tingles through your body.

You slid your hand down to his cheek, rubbing the skin softly as you got up. Seeing you standing above him like that made him feel so small, but it made you seem so powerful and he loved that.

You brought your hand under his chin and slowly tilted his head up as you bent down. His hands slid up your legs and rested on your thighs and he closed his eyes, letting his lips part slightly. You leaned towards him, letting your breath hit his lips and he strained his neck to try and reach you but you moved your head to the side, letting out a small laugh.

“Go to the room, sweetie.”

His eyes shot open and he perked up, nodding immediately. “O––Okay.” He quickly made his way to the bedroom while you took your time cleaning up the mess you guys had made throughout the day.

It was about 10 minutes later that you finally decided to step into the room. He sat up attentively on the bed at the sound of your footsteps, eyes wide. He had stripped down while you were gone. You looked next to him and saw that he had gotten out one of the silk ties you had bought together for times like these. Just in case.

You closed the door and made your way over to the bed. “You weren’t touching yourself, were you?”

“N–No ma’am. I promise.”

You hummed and he sighed unsatisfied at the lack of praise. “Lay down on the bed. Keep your hands above your head, baby. Can you do that for me?” You decided you weren’t going to use the restraints today.

He spoke up as he raised his arms above his head, “Can I see you, miss? Wanna see how pretty you look.”

You smiled and reached for the hem of his shirt before pulling it over your head. His breathing got heavier and you could have swore you saw his cock twitch at the sight of you, only boosting your confidence.

You took a seat on his thigh and he sighed at how wet you were, remembering how you interrupted him before he could give you an orgasm.

“Are you gonna sit on my face, honey? Want you to ride my tongue. You didn’t let me finish before...”

You tilted your head as you moved your hips slightly, making him hiss. “You wanna make me cum?”

He nodded eagerly, “Wanna be good for you.”

You hummed, pretending to think it over. “I don’t think you deserve that just yet.” He barely had any time to react before you wrapped your hand around his base, pumping him, using his pre-cum as lube.

“Shit––” he whined, swallowing as he tilted his head back in shock.

You took your time touching him. His sighs and moans were like music to your ears and you did everything you could to keep on hearing them––that meant edging him over and over. He could tell why you were doing this, what it was doing to you––you were practically dripping all over his leg, even grinding against him from time to time.

This was the third time you had brought him right to the edge. He was right there. And you pulled away from him, hissing at the way his thigh clenched under you.

“Fuck...” He sounded so defeated as he looked up at the ceiling.

You slid your hand down his chest, feeling his abs tense under it. He was hot and sweaty and you’d never wanted him more. You climbed off of his thigh and made your way up his body, resting for a moment on his chest and he perked up immediately, his lips parting as he looked up at you almost impatiently.

You brought a hand up to his cheek and he leaned into your touch. “Do you think you can finish what you started earlier, babe?” He nodded before you even finished your sentence and you smiled at him, getting into position. He dropped his hands to his sides, getting them out of your way since he wasn’t allowed to touch you just yet.

He leaned forward before you could even settle in. You had made a mess all over is thigh and he knew how much you needed this, so you couldn’t even be mad.

His tongue was eagerly making it’s way through your folds, expertly making you near your high. Since he couldn’t feel you like he normally would, his eyes were open, watching your every move and reaction. He was working so quickly, you realized soon enough it was because he didn’t want you to pull away before he could get you to finish like the last time.

He started moving his head from side to side, humming into your heat. You gasped, your hips bucking away subconsciously at the overwhelming feeling and Peter was quick to strain his head to continue his actions. Soon your hips were rocking back and forth, properly riding his tongue like he wanted. He stuck out his tongue and let you have your way with him and within minutes you were reaching one of the most intense highs you’ve ever had.

Peter licked up your release, cleaning you up with his tongue, before kissing your clit and settling back down, looking up at you with a smile, proud of his work. Normally, he would keep going, holding onto you tight as he continued, until you physically pushed him away––he just loved to make you feel good. But today was different.

You moved over and took your place back on his thigh, jumping a bit at the contact, still sensitive. “Always so good for me, baby” you rubbed his thigh softly, letting him bask in the praise for a moment, before sliding your hand up to his cock again.

With how many times you’d already worked him up, he was already so close.

His hands gripped the sheets at his side. “Baby please?” his voice was completely broken from all the cries and whimpers he’d been letting out over the past...however much time it’s been. To be honest his thoughts were a little clouded right now, all he wanted was to cum for you. To be your good boy.

You looked up from your hands which were slowly, teasingly bringing him to the edge to look at him. His cheeks and chest were flushed pink, his hair was wild from all his incessant hair pulling and all the veins in his arms were prominent as his hands strained to stop himself from touching you.

No touching until I say you can, baby boy, you’d said. That’s when Peter knew it was going to be a long night.

You were torturing––no killing him. Yet there you were, calm as ever, a smirk on your lips.

“Mm what is it baby?” you teased.

He whined loudly, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back into the pillow and you squeezed him hard, making him open his eyes again, remembering the rules. Use your words.

“Pl––please princess” he only ever used that name when you two were playing like this when he was utterly submissive, completely letting you take the reins. There was absolutely no chance of him fighting back––he was yours. “Please,” a tear escaped his eye, “Wanna be good for you. Wanna cum. Please please please.”

You simply hummed in response, before reaching up and wiping his tear, and went back to focusing on his cock. You slid a hand down to squeeze his balls and he bucked up into your hands, subconsciously trying to chase his high. You took your hand off of his length to slap his thigh and he dropped his hips, apologizing quietly as you continued your torture.

“Can I cum, princess? Can I please? Your hand feels so good, so so good. Wanna so bad...” He always started rambling like this when he was really out of it, so far in his headspace he was like a little puppy.

You let go of him and he whined loudly but as soon as you climbed on top of him, he quiet down.

You grabbed a hold of him and slowly slid him in inch by inch until he bottomed out. The both of you let out a string of moans as you started bouncing up and down on his cock. It was taking everything in him not to buck up into your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna––Oh my god I––” his rambling was cut off abruptly as if someone had punched him in the gut. In a sense, it was kind of similar, given the fact that you had ripped his orgasm away from him when he could practically almost taste it. He let out a broken cry, his eyes squeezing shut as you panted on top of him, his cock throbbing inside of you as you sat on top of him, a hand on his chest, partly to keep yourself up and partly to keep him down.

You gave it a minute before you started moving up and down again, tantalizingly and almost painfully slow. The sound that came out of him sounded almost like a wail and you couldn’t help but feel a little bad.

Deciding you’d had enough fun for the night, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his––he quickly opened his mouth, letting you take control of the kiss.

You leaned forward so that your knees were pressed down into the bed and your head was in the crook of his neck and you heard and felt him gasp, knowing what was about to happen. You smiled, leaving a bruising kiss on his skin before whispering in his ear, “Do your worst, baby boy.”

He grunted and his eyes actually rolled to the back of his head. Only you could have such an effect on him with just your words. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his feet up on the bed, bending his knees before pounding into you at a merciless pace. You whimpered into his neck and that was all the motivation he needed to keep going. Normally anybody else would be far too tired after all this to have this much energy and enthusiasm, but Peter was special.

You could tell he was close, and you couldn’t blame him after all that torture. But you were surprised and even jumped a little bit when you felt one of his hands slip down to rub at your clit. “Oh fuck, Pete––”

“Need––Need you to cum.” He panted. No matter what, he always put you first.

“Okay, baby.” You kissed his neck softly, rocking yourself back into him to get there faster. The sound of your skin slapping against his was so loud and so so hot, you knew it wouldn’t take you long.

Peter’s pace was unrelenting and he was hitting the right spot over and over again, having learned your body and what makes it tick for some time now. With a few more thrusts of his hips and flicks of his wrist you were tensing on top of him and cursing into his neck.

You quickly snapped out of your haze, remembering you had to take care of him. His pace was faltering as he was getting closer, still unsure if this time you would let him cum. “Can I cum, princess? Pretty please? It hurts, I––I’m gonna––Can I?”

You could hear the desperation in his voice and though you’d do anything to hear him like that all the time, he’d been good and he deserved a reward. Knowing exactly what to do to make this the best for him, you reached a hand up and wrapped your fingers around his throat, squeezing gently before licking your way up to his ear and whispering “Cum for me. Want you to fill me up, baby.”

With that, he let out the loudest, fiercest moan you’ve ever heard come out of him, his hands digging into your waist and your ass, certainly bound to leave bruises as he released inside of you. His thrusts slowed down and the both of you whimpered at the sensitivity.

He sighed and turned his head to leave a kiss on your cheek and you hummed happily, your eyes still closed. Before you could drift off though, Peter spoke up. “Can I please clean you up?”

After getting your approval, he carefully flipped the two of you over and quickly made his way down your body, making sure to kiss every spot he could, before burying himself in you, murmuring something along the lines of Good boys always clean up their messes. Your back arched and you hissed as his lips wrapped around your clit. Doesn’t seem like cleaning up to me, you thought.

He laughed sheepishly as if he could hear your thoughts, before actually doing what he had promised, licking up the mess between your thighs, “Sorry, baby.”

He took his time cleaning you up, as if his tongue was exploring you for the first time. He was enjoying this. He looked up at you, pulling away for a second before putting his lips right back where they were, “We taste so good together, princess.”

“I know, baby.”

He smiled innocently as he finished up, leading his kisses to your inner thighs as he looked up at you.

You put a hand down to play with his curls and he nuzzled into your touch yet again. You looked into his eyes, a smile on your face. “Good boy.”

He grinned so wide, finally hearing those two words he’d been waiting for all day. Moving back up your body, he stopped when his face was mere inches from yours. You grabbed him before he could ask, locking your lips with his in a passionate wet kiss. He whimpered into your mouth and you couldn’t help yourself, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him back inside of you and the both of you gasped at the feeling.

After a few more moments, the both of you pulled away and Peter looked at you fondly before kissing your forehead and resting his head on your chest.

Your hand found it’s designated spot in his hair again and he sighed happily, nestling into you. You could feel him getting hard again inside of you so you spoke up, knowing if you let him he’d go again right away, without taking a well needed break. “Let’s take a nap, okay, bub?”

He nodded, already drifting into sleep.

“Then we’ll see what you wanna do when we wake up.”

“Oh I’m definitely gonna wanna go again.”

You let out a small laugh. This boy was insatiable.

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Bottom Bitch

Kinktober Day 1: Sex Toys

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Warnings: 18+, tw: drugs, weed/marijuana, sex toys (double edged dildo, vibrator), scissoring, anal, rimming, spit play

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Quarantine fucking sucks. And unfortunately, your boyfriend’s birthday just so happened to be in right in the middle of this pandemic. With the end of the world seemingly drawing near, you suggest to do something you two have never done before. Who knew that Oikawa would turn into such a needy bitch when he was high?

A/N: Ahahahaha I’m sorry I haven’t written anything since February LOL. And also, I’m sorry for randomly disappearing for literal months. Uh, please accept this as an apology… I feel like I’ve been a little rusty but I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Kinktober!

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

Today was July 20th! Which means that it was Oikawa’s birthday.

Every year, you and your boyfriend usually did what every couple did to celebrate. A cute date, a nice dinner, a rough fucking — you know, the works. But this year you two ran into a bit of a problem. Unfortunately, due to the mandated self quarantine orders, you couldn’t really do that. But you still wanted to make the most of the situation.

Just before all the non-essential shops temporarily closed, you were able to make a stop at your local dispensary. You figured that since it seemed like the end of the world was drawing ever near, why not indulge yourselves in some of mother nature’s best gifts?

The hardest part of this whole thing wasn’t even the fact that you were stuck inside for Oikawa’s special day, no, the hard part was going to be convincing him to get high with you. He knew that you smoked. For fuck’s sake, all of his friends did too. During your high school days, the Seijoh third years were notorious for blazing it up (Matsukawa and Hanamaki, especially). Even as adults, there were times when you would all find some free time just to have a relaxing smoke sesh and catch up on each other’s lives. As they say, old habits die hard.

So, you wanting to get stoned was no surprise to him. He, on the other hand, was not an avid participant.

Currently, the two of you were laying down in bed, watching whatever was on television, not that you two were really paying attention. Your mind was more occupied on how exactly you were supposed to bring up this little idea of yours. Getting Oikawa to agree to anything was hard enough as it is, let alone something that seemed so out of his comfort zone.

“Hey, happy birthday again, Shittykawa. I love you so much, you know that?” You said, looking at him lovingly and nudging him on his side, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Who are you, Iwa-chan?” He scoffed. “But I love you too, baby. And you know you’ve greeted me almost a million times today, right?”, eagerly returning your gesture.

“I can’t help it! I’m sorry that our usual birthday plans got ruined because of this stupid quarantine. I wish I could make it up to you.” You pouted, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I have a couple of ideas that would more than make up for it,” he teased, grabbing your ass before giving it a loud smack, “but have you got anything in mind, princess?”

“I actually have something in mind that I really wanted to do with you…”

“Oh? And what could that be? You going to let me eat that cake of yours?” He said, sitting up on his elbow, with a shit-eating smirk plastered all over that pretty face of his.

“Well… I was actually hoping that we could get high today… You know, since it seems like the world is ending and all.” You said, nervously scratching the back of your head. “I thought it would be fun to celebrate your birthday in a way we’ve never done before!”

You sounded doubtful. You had a feeling that he was going to refuse, but his answer came as a surprise.

“Okay, deal.”

Did you hear that right? Did he just agree with you? Did your stubborn boyfriend say yes, with absolutely no hesitation?

“R-really!? Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so on board with it! I thought I was going to have to convince you way more.” You cheered, hands wrapping him in a tight embrace.

“Whatever, it’s not like we can go anywhere anyways. Might as well go wild!” He said with a smug smirk on his face.

You excitedly hopped off the bed and ran towards your closet, grabbing the goodies you bought. You had bought quite a few products — some edibles, a couple prerolls, and a brand new wax pen.

“Jesus christ, how much shit did you buy? You must have spent a fortune.”

“Money is no object when it comes to you, Tooru. Also, you don’t really do this kind of thing, so I just wanted us to have some options. In all honesty, I didn’t even think you’d say yes to doing this.”

“Well, let’s get this party started, princess.”

You smiled eagerly and laid out all the products in front of him, “So, what do you want to try first? Birthday boy gets to choose.”

He immediately went for the wax pen, taking a long drag and inhaling the smoke, making sure to keep it in his lungs for a bit before grabbing the back of your head, and forcing your lips to part open before he exhales the smoke into your mouth, as if he was an expert at it. For someone who didn’t do this often, he sure as hell didn’t look like it.

“Someone seems a bit excited, huh?” You teased, before crashing your lips together in a heated spit swapping session.

You made your way on top of him, mouth never leaving his, running out of breath as he starts sucking on your tongue, drool spilling out the side of your mouth as it dribbles down onto his face.

“Fuck. You nasty bitch, you just spit all over my fucking face.”

“Oh, shut up,” you breathed, “you act like you practically weren’t drinking out of my mouth just a second ago.”

The both of you consistently took turns taking hits off the pen. Inhaling and exhaling the delicious smoke as if your lives depended on it.

The two of you started feeling the effects of the drugs get to your head. Lightheaded. Spinning. Intoxicating. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted to feel more. No, you needed to feel more.

You went for the edible and shoved the cookie into your mouth, leaving half of it hanging out. You fed Oikawa the rest of it. He took it willingly, watching a shiver go down his spine as he shuddered from the bitter taste go down his throat when he swallowed. “That tastes like shit. How the fuck do you eat this crap so often?” You let out a small giggle, admiring how cute his inexperience was. “Oh calm down, it shouldn’t take long for you to start feeling it kick in.”

“So, c’mon birthday boy, let me take care of you.”

You started kissing over his jawline, licking and letting your teeth bite down on the soft skin of his neck. You nuzzled your face closer, leaving marks and bruises painted all over him.

You continued straddling his waist, your clothed cunt rubbing ever so slowly against his growing erection. Teasing, dragging out the sensation of his cock throbbing over your slit, feeling yourself get more and more drenched with desire. “Are you doing okay, Tooru?”

“I feel so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good.” Hearing him sound so desperate and needy caused your cunt to clench. “F-fuck, can you suck my cock, princess? Can you do that for me, please?” You had never really seen this side of him before, but the tables were turning and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

You pulled his shirt up, making your way down his torso, licking and kissing all over his toned abs, sucking on his sensitive little nipples. You slipped your hands under the waistband of his underwear, stroking his hardened cock. You quickly rid him of all his remaining clothes. You followed suit. Now, with the both of you completely naked, the fun was just about to start.

Gently, you licked a stripe along his head paying close attention to the prominent veins that adorned his massive length. His cock was already dripping, the head beading with his precum. Spitting on your palm, you languidly stroked him, watching his toes curl and a small moan slip out of his mouth. You looked up at him and his eyes were screwed shut, he used his free hand to find purchase on the back of your head. Fisiting your hair, he moved it to the side to make sure he got a good look at how well you sucked his cock. He pushed you further down his length, causing you to gag as he hit the back of your throat.

You could tell he was close, but just before he could finish, you pulled away. “Shit. Fuck. W-why’d you stop?”

Aw. He sounded so disheartened.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to try something new.” You said with a devilish grin on your face. He looked hesitant at first but his head was spinning so much that he just did it with no resistance.

You roughly pulled his ass up in the air, your small hands spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his tight, puckered asshole. You let your spit pool in your mouth, teasingly letting it string in between your lips before allowing it to drip over his ass. You circled the pad of your tongue around his rim, prodding it slowly in and out of his tightness. Continuing your assault, you sneaked your hand in between his thighs, stroking his cock every time you pressed inside of him. Oikawa’s hands were fisted into the sheets and his face looked hot to the touch, a red tint glazing all over his body.

You bit down on your bottom lip, and rubbed your thighs together at the ideas that were brewing in your mind. You reached underneath your bed and grabbed your box full of sex toys, pulling out lube, two vibrators and a thick, purple, double edged dildo. The look of Oikawa getting off to having his ass ate made your cunt pulsate with lust, and so the mere thought of him having him stuffed with a toy had your head fucking spinning. You wanted nothing more than to make a wreck out of his pretty little ass.

Oikawa was still face down on the bed. His mouth was hanging open, panting heavily as he tried to control his breathing. He was so blissed out, his head seemed to be somewhere in the clouds.

“Tooru, hey, are you okay? Lie down for me.” You squished his face in between your fingers to get his attention. When he finally turned to you, you could tell he was high beyond belief. “Mhm. Just feeling weird. It feels like the room is both spinning and still at the same time.” He huffed, moving onto his back, resting against the soft satin sheets. You giggled at how he turned into such a needy little boy, practically begging to be fucked into absolute senselessness.

“Look at me, baby.” You brought one end of the dildo up to your mouth, slowly sucking it off as if it was Oikawa’s cock fucking your mouth instead. He could feel his dick twitch at the sight in front of him, his asshole involuntary clenching thinking about how it might feel to have it inside him. Inching closer to him, you held the dildo in between the two of you and guided the other end of the toy up to his lips. Parting them slowly, he began copying the same movements that you were doing on the other side. Pulling away momentarily, “Shit. You look so fucking hot when you suck cock, baby” you say, letting your free hand roam down to his hardened nipples, pinching and tweaking them, illiciting small moans to escape his lips while he choked on the toy in his mouth.

“As much as I love seeing you suck on that pretty toy, I know a place to put it that’ll make you feel real fucking good.” Taking the dildo out of his mouth, you slide yourself down towards his lower half, spreading his thighs apart to see his hole that glistened with your spit, and his cock that oozed precum. You pressed wet kisses along his length, tongue stroking his balls, allowing yourself to slither over his perineum, causing him to writhe underneath your touch. You brought your fingers up to his mouth, collecting saliva around your digits before gently pressing them against his tight hole, slowly inching them deeper and deeper inside of him.

He winced at the intrusion, making his face contort in pain. But surely, that burning sensation of you prodding your slim fingers inside his tight hole began morphing into a euphoric pleasure. He let out a small moan, bringing his fingers up to his lips and biting down on them to suppress the noises that were coming out of his mouth. You paused what you were doing to him to look up and whispered “Aw, c’mon baby, don’t be like that. I want to hear all those pretty noises you’re making while you act like such a little whore.”

“So be louder for me, sweetheart” you snickered sinisterly as you continued your ministrations on his overly sensitive hole.

If you weren’t high earlier, then you definitely were now. The effects of the marijuana elevating your sense of reality as the two of you drift into a state of pure fucking bliss.

You started feeling more impatient, more needy. You needed to get off and you need it now. And Oikawa felt just the same. The look on his face was confirmation of that. Panting heavily, drool escaping the side of his mouth, and wet tears decorating his red cheeks — he looked like he was about to cum without even trying.

With no delay, you grabbed the dildo and the lube from the side of the bed and began to slather the cold fluid over both ends of the toy. You positioned yourself in front of him, placing one end up to his tight rim while you lined the other side against your dripping wet pussy. You hadn’t even realized how wet you had become because you were so focused on Oikawa — you didn’t notice that your cunt was practically leaking all over you.

“Haaah. Look at you, baby. Your pussy is begging to be stuffed. So wet for me. So fucking b-beautiful.” Oikawa shuddered, his speech slurred as he was still utterly fucked out because of your incessant teasing from earlier. His words caused your cunt to clench, your eyes closed as you shakingly breathed out, “Please, T-tooru…”

You started to ease the toy inside of Oikawa — slowly but steadily sliding the thick purple dildo into his stretched out hole. He flinched as you finally got half of the toy into his ass, letting out a sinful moan as the head involuntarily hit against his prostate. “Ah, f-fuck! That felt so fucking good. Baby, please…”

His eagerness sparked a flame within you, and so you hurried to shove the rest of the toy inside of your own hole. You let out a sigh of relief as your pussy was finally getting some much needed attention, after being neglected for so long as you focused on pleasing your boyfriend.

You started to move slowly, rocking back and forth against each other as the two of you got used to the sheer size of the toy that connected the both of you. To help ease the pain, you grabbed one of the vibrators, held it up to Oikawa and said, “Here you go, baby. Put it against your cock and show me how you make yourself feel good.”

He took the vibrator from your hand and followed your instructions like a good boy, letting out a loud whimper as the strong vibrations on his cock made his head spin. As he let his sense of control run loose, he started rutting faster against you as you placed your own vibrator on your sensitive clit. This caused the toy to simultaneously hit your g-spot and Oikawa’s prostate, and so the two of you both let out a loud moan together.

“F-FUCK! Tooru — shit. That feels so fucking good! Go faster, I need it so bad. C’mon baby, please, I need you to make me cum!” You panted, circling the vibrator faster against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm that you craved so much.

“Oh fuuuuck, princess.” Oikawa moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he ditched the vibrator and tightly wrapped his hand around himself so he could fist-fuck his weeping cock.

A collective string of “shit” and “oh fuck” escaping your mouths as the two of you rutted against each other faster and faster, the dildo pounding in and out of your tight holes — each thrust causing the tip of the toy to slam against both of your sweet spots at the same time.

“Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Oikawa groaned as he stroked his cock one final time before he came hard all over himself, his chest painted white as his cum came out in hot spurts.

Seeing your boyfriend’s blissed out face was the final push you needed to set yourself over the edge. Your cunt clenched down on the toy as you came with a loud whine, your juices squirting out of your glistening pussy — making a slick mess all over your thighs and on Oikawa’s lower half.

You were so spent that the whole world felt still, the both of you trying to catch your breath and recover from one of the most intense orgasms you two had ever had.

As you came down from your highs, you slowly pulled the dildo out of your abused cunt and Oikawa’s gaped asshole, lazily leaving the toys on a mess of sheets.

With what little ounce of strength you had left, you got on your knees and crawled up next to your boyfriend. After grabbing a tissue and gently cleaning up the mess you two had made together, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and collarbone, wrapping yourself up in his embrace.

Now, whether it was the drugs or the intensity of his orgasm, Oikawa looked like he was about to pass out. And honestly, you felt like you were about to knock out too. Not that you could really blame him.

“Hey, wake up, sleepyhead.” You whispered quietly, gently poking Oikawa on the cheek to nudge him awake. You might have been used to handling your high, but Oikawa was still inexperienced when it came to these kinds of things.

“Did you have a good birthday this year?” You asked him, as if you didn’t already know what he was going to say.

“Hi, baby~ Of course I did! I feel so goooood right now! Best birthday everrrr!” He said sheepishly, a tiny grin spreading across his face as he let out a breathy chuckle.

You decided not to question him anymore, knowing he was too far gone to answer anything coherently.

“I love you so much, Tooru. Happy birthday.” You whispered to him before the two of you began dozing off into dreamland.

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

#also i write for haikyuu now LOL #haikyuu!!#hq #hq smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa x y/n #oikawa imagine #oikawa tooru #oikawa smut #haikyuu x reader #kinktober 2020 #NOT ME POSTING THIS WITH 14 MINUTES LEFT ON OCTOBER 1ST HDBSHJCB #very sorry #tw: drugs #tw: weed

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years ago

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hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

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yarbz · 4 years ago

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cowardly game of rival — n.jaemin ( f )

synopsis!

━ as the girl’s football team captain, you were used to the endless derogatory taunts, the wolf-whistling, the attempts at romance being boys telling you what they thought of barcelona’s starting XII. na jaemin fell into all those catergories, a detestable flea in your hair. as sworn enemies, there was not even an inkling of romance, and you were convinced that your attraction to him was ONLY physical. weren’t you?

pairing ━ na jaemin x female!reader

word count ━ 6k

genres ━ fluff, rival!au, football!au, comedy, romance, very little of the football game is described in detail.

warnings ━ profanity, football terms, dirty jokes, y/n and jaemin are literally just cowards

( author's note! )

this one came to mind when i thought of how i love female footballers and decided that jaemin would be the idiot in question to chicken out of confessing to their crush by being an ass instead. i really hope you like it !! other notes are sissoko is the name of like three different players and a cracker is slang for a really good goal.

Football.

A sport of creatively insane wits, fancy footwork and incoherent celebrations. Those were all the things you loved about it, along with the ridiculously cute uniform.

It provided you an escape from the man's world, a chance to carve out your own story, free from the shackles of stereotypes. At least, that's what you'd initially thought.

Unfortunately, the boy's football team made it their sole objective in life to demean you. As captain, you took on the strenuous task of refusing to resort to physical violence when a stupid comment about your short length was made or when boys assumed you couldn't tell your Sissoko's apart (you could, quite well actually).

You had taken it as a sign of war, and refused to comment on their pathetic sneers. You did, however, feel as if Na Jaemin made a blood pact or something to be a parasite towards you.

He stood at the cusp of six foot, towering over you like an evergreen beanstalk, cheshire-cat like smile taunting you. Chocolate colour tresses fell over his eyes in straight lines, shielding his forehead.

It's not like you paid attention to his visage, but even you had to admit in your spite that he was attractive. And horribly so.

Today started like every other, going to your locker before heading to your homeroom. Luckily, you'd managed to get there before the freshmen started to pile in. Being a senior had its positives along with its various faults, one of them being the early access you got to the school.

You jammed your key in the lock, flinging open the locker door, making quick work of exchanging your books. In your fast-paced stupor, you didn't notice the figure leaning behind the door. You slammed the door shut, nail catching an patch of skin, scraping it.

"If you wanted me to leave, you could've been less catty." The voice wheedled, throwing a withering glare in your direction. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, arms crossed across your chest.

"Jaemin." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Why are you hiding behind my locker? Are you looking for a death wish?"

He sat up slowly, soothing his reddening nose, suddenly regaining his smile as he leaned closer towards your face. "If I was looking for a death wish, I'd eat whatever food you just stuffed in there."

"Fuck off. Don't see you making any gourmet meals."

"I'm the gourmet meal." He slithered, breath fanning your nose. From this distance, you could see the wonder swimming within his eyes, breath caught in your throat.

Damn, he was too fine.

You tore your gaze from his eyes, "And yet, I don't feel inclined to taste it." He jumped back in surprise, eyes widening, giving you an opening to dash. Chuffed that you left him speechless, you walked towards your next class, resisting the urge to turn back to revel in his awe-struck face.

Jaemin's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, crooked smirk hanging from his lips. He watched you stalk away, cursing underneath his breath softly. You carried a fiery aura around you, burning him with every snarky remark — even though it beat him bruised ghastly lavenders, he could bear to play with fire if it meant you would pay him attention.

You see, Jaemin did not hate you as per say. The 'hate' which you believed in was merely his inability to profess his affections towards you. For lack of a better word, he was a coward.

A dashingly handsome one, but a fragile, chicken-legged coward all the same.

You'd made it to class in record time, ego bared boldly on your shoulders, attracting the curious eyes of your best friends Yangyang and Donghyuck. Both were terrorists in their own right, but you couldn't help loving them all the same. Sure, they came as a dreadful pair, but love had decided to shackle your heart to them.

"What's got you so happy? Jaemin finally drop dead?" Yangyang joked, shifting to make space for you. Headband strapped to the pinnacle of his forehead, he grinned at you from beneath the base of stretchy ebony material.

"No..not yet." You hummed, sad lilt to your tone.

"Awh, didn't kill him yet?" Donghyuck teased, nudging Yangyang in their laughter. "I think it must be love stopping you from committing the crime yourself." You shoved both, peals of laughter tickling your throat at their whines of pain.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be killing you two instead, never mind Jaemin." You snapped. "Love is what I feel when I score a cracker from the halfway line. Seeing Jaemin makes me want to jump out of the nearest window."

"Are you sure it's not just unresolved sexual tension? I, too get antsy when I haven't jacked off—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll have no arms."

"I'm flexible enough to suck myself off." Yangyang mused, "You'll never stop my libido."

"You're disgusting." You and Donghyuck said in sync, swatting his grabby hands from flying at your shoulders. Quite frankly, you didn't want to hear about his freakishly boneless limbs, or his untameable sex drive, nor hear anything about his genitals at all.

"Does that count as self—"

"Yes, it does. Please don't be telling people that I'm your friend, or that you can do that. It's not a little icebreaker."

Friendship with these two had crossed all sorts of personal boundaries you didn't know existed, and it was starting to decompose you, like a rotting piece of cabbage infested by slugs, yet still hanging on for the glimpse of sunlight to regenerate.

Okay, so you were being dramatic. But, that didn't explain their dire need to over share certain aspects of their lives with you.

"Doesn't change the topic at hand —Did you get my pun?" He asked, looking for Donghyuck's reaction.

"I did. Not going to comment on it before she breaks my arms. Just know I enjoyed it very much."

"If I wanted to mess around with Jaemin, I'd put my hand in a beehive. It'd sting less." You snarled, slamming down your books. They winced comically, faces alert as the teacher walked into the class.

Apart from football, you enjoyed learning — how to make things, break things, self defense, people skills, and education fell not too far from that. Classes like biology interested you greatly, which is why you found yourself fully immersed in the process of respiration.

Your mind drifted for a second, thinking back to what he'd said. Was it actually sexual tension? Did you actually bare an emotion other than loathing towards him? Then, you thought of that face and how you'd want to do nothing more than break his pretty little nose—

Yeah. There it was. You were normal after all.

School had come to her daily dreadful end, and you were happily striding into the ladies' changing rooms for football training. Nobody had gotten here yet, luckily.

You glanced over into the full body mirror, tugging at your shorts until they fell just above the bump of your knee, pulling your sock midway at your calf. Lean abs shone underneath the dim light, and you proudly paraded around the room, happy to be alone.

A knock on the door came, and you swung the door open with a feverish excitement. "Who is it?"

"Didn't take me as a bra kinda girl. Was thinking more spandex or a binder." Jaemin seethed, hands on hips, azure jersey hanging off his lithe frame.

"You're insufferable. Why are you here?" You groaned, choosing to ignore his taunt at your breast size. His eyes crinkled into upside down crescents, wandering lower to the dip of your frilly black bra.

"To see my favourite girl, of course." He whistled, eyes still glued to your unmarked expanse of skin. "I think those need a new owner." He pointed towards your chest.

"Preferably one whose face I can stand to look at."

"I'm roaring with laughter." You snarked, voice dripping with sarcasm, making no attempt to cover yourself up. Jaemin was still staring, face flushed a flaming cerise. "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna leave me alone?"

"I'm not staring. Why are you staring at me?" He shot defensively. Your eyes narrowed at him, watching his cheeks darken with every lingering stare.

"You're in the girl's changing room, drooling over two lumps of fat on the body of a girl that you hate. The real inquisition here is your lack of sensibility to stop thirsting after anything with a vagina."

Jaemin stayed silent, eyes boring holes into your full lips, tongue instinctively darting out to wet his own nimble, chapped ones. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the door, hand clasped against the door handle.

Then, you heard loud footsteps approaching the room, incoherent rambling increasing in clarity. You began to conjure up a plan, wondering how on Earth you'd be able to kick Jaemin out without the girls knowing.

With the shouts of the team gradually getting closer, you panicked, chucking Jaemin into a locker.

"Fine, I'll leave! Lemme out!" He squirmed, trying to come out of the metal confines.

"You can't leave now, they're literally outside. Do you want to be stomped to death by Nike Mercurials?" You hissed, closing the door over, much to his protests.

"Don't wanna die with the last image being your breasts."

"If you survive this, I'll gladly provide you a new image."

He shut up at that, and you straightened, reaching for your jersey in a false calmness. The girls burst in, squeals of various greetings being thrown across the room.

You smiled gently at them, encouraging them to get changed, joining in to laugh at their jokes. The topic kept shifting from manicures to new boots before finally settling on Na Jaemin.

"Cap'n, what's going on with you and Jaemin?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes softly. "A boy on the football team told me that you guys are dating."

Dating..that devil? A sin punishable by death! You repelled all instinct to shudder in disgust, instead choosing to maintain a neutral expression.

"I am absolutely not dating Na Jaemin. He's a despicable little mongrel and I'd rather eat my shoe—"

"Mon bébé chérie, why do you curse me like this?" Jaemin squeezed from the locker, voice like a wounded puppy.

"Did you hear that? I think it was—"

"No! It's my Jaemin impression. Isn't it so good?" You spluttered, voice rising in volume. You were sure that your face was a painful beetroot, breathing crazily as you over-exerted yourself.

"Cap'n, it was so good I almost thought Jaemin was in here with us!" She gushed, hands clasped. "You guys would be so cute together. Even if you don't like him, I think he most definitely has feelings for you."

The rest of the girls joined in at this, shouts of 'you should take a chance!' resounding in the hollow room. You'd already ruled out that as a possibility, chalking it down to his uncontrollable thirst for being a pest. Na Jaemin was your rival, the utter bane of your existence, a rodent that fed on robbing your spirits dry of any positivity.

"He'll get a chance when pigs fly." You muttered, noticing their eyes staring at you inquisitively, as if they knew something you didn't. Awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, ushering them towards the door, scanning the hallway after the last one had skipped out.

Jaemin untangled himself from the locker, straightening his limbs, pulling at his calves in a stretch. You peered over your shoulder, frown deepening at him.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jaemin breathed, walking into your personal bubble. He was way too close. His breath tickled your forehead, eyes dark with something you couldn't decipher.

He felt his heart pound against his chest, resisting the urge to pick the stray hair in your eye to the side. You were looking at him with a confused expression, nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. You were going to be the death of him. Devastated, he broke eye contact, feeling all forms of fight seep from his bones.

"You don't like me." You whispered, wincing at the wobble in your voice. "Everyone's just saying that....right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"No. I want you to say no."

"I can't do that."

"Well, you have to say no. I don't want to hear the rest of your sentence — keep us as just this." You softly yelled, pointing between the pair of you. "Don't change anything."

"Okay. I'll leave, but only because you want me to. But, before I go..you've gotta start being more observant." He sighed, ruffling your hair before making his way out.

"I’m plenty observant. Wouldn’t be a good player if I wasn’t.”

"I’ll see it when I believe it. Oh, and the thing you said about pigs flying..”

“What about it?”

“Renjun’s working on it.”

You laughed heartily, locking the door behind you. So, Jaemin did in fact think of you as his Aphrodite — all those nicknames were genuinely created out of affections. 'Mon bébé chérie' held a lot more emotional weight than it did twenty minutes ago, and you had to breathe before your eyes prickled with saltine tears.

Fresh air hit you like a loaded delivery truck, Mother Nature delicately wiping the tears from your eyes, shaking you with a cold flourish, roaring your cheeks to life. The team had already started their warm-up drills, as opposed to the boys' football team who were cooling down from their jog.

You ran over, tightening your ponytail, shifting into 'Captain' mode. The coach pushed you into the circle, encouraging you to take the reins. "Team, we've been doing nothing but straight work. Let's make this session count before the match tomorrow." You shouted, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

The team chanted back, settling into their positions for the first drill — a penalty shoot out. You stepped to the ball, striding back to gain a better angle, socks hugging your knees.

Giving yourself a five second countdown, you charged at the ball, foot pointed, kicking it with a passion that rivalled Lionel Messi. It rolled in the back of the net, flying past Hyejoo, who could barely even process it.

"Still got those fire feet, I see, Cap'n!"

"Lady Luck gave them to me for a reason." You boasted, smugness slapped all over your face.

From the corner of your eye, Jaemin snickered, winking at you when you turned to make eye contact. At least he had the audacity to keep up appearances in front of everyone, even if you had probably made everything awkward.

"My granny could kick better than that, babes!" He boomed from across the pitch, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Your granny lives in a retirement home and still calls on you 'Nana Banana'..it's not very nice to lie." You retorted, eyes narrowed, nearing his hunched form.

"Doesn't mean she can't kick your ass. Granny was a little Aguero back in the day."

"She can't if I'm the Manè, can she?"

"But I'm a Modric. I'll beat your ass, any day, any time." He grinned, leaning in to you. "In any way you want."

You heard blood pumping in your ears, your cheeks filling with immense heat. He grabbed your cheeks softly, grinning even wider when you flushed even warmer, a human sauna. Pushing a lock out of your eyes, he searched your eyes for any sense of rage, face softening at your lack of that emotion.

"Any..way..I want?" You mouthed silently, innuendo catching your attention again as you mulled over the words. "Na Jaemin, you're a dirty boy."

"I think you're the dirty girl." He hummed, saying the next sentence in an octave that made your head spin, quietly enough that only the two of you could hear. "Sauntering around in your little Victoria's Secret bra, cozying up to me without even batting an eyelash or covering up."

"These boobs are mine. I'm allowed to show them to anyone I want."

"So you admit to showing them to me? You admit that you were trying to put on a show for me?" He pressed, purposely craning his neck over you.

"I was trying to change. If you didn't come into the room like a little pervert, you'd never have gotten a visual of these."

"And yet I know how they look now. There's nothing that can erase that image."

"Fuck you, Na Jaemin."

"I think you meant to say fuck me, but I'll allow the slip-up just because I'm so nice." You squirmed under his predatory gaze, heat in your cheeks akin to a fever. "Better get back to training, Cap. Your team's got a match tomorrow."

You hissed at him weakly, choosing to walk away from his provocation, going back to the team, who were all smiling at you with a glint in their eye. By the looks on their faces, they'd definitely taken that exchange as a form of flirting.

Not that you were disputing it, of course.

The coach rounded the girls up, calling them to grab bibs. You relaxed, running over to take the last bib once you'd calmed down. Na Jaemin was a little toe-sucking, filthy mongrel who only knew how to charm his way out of everything — totally not your ideal type or anything.

His penance for being blunt coupled with that honeyed voice was what was throwing you off. Not your physical attraction to him. At least, you hoped so.

The shrill shriek of the whistle behind you shook you out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the practice game. With every shot at the goal, you could see Jaemin taunting you, making kissy faces.

After the first half, you weren't sure if it was real or if you were hallucinating — almost like a mirage, he was wearing that stupid little smirk and there was nothing more you wanted than to slap those lips clean off his face.

Soon enough, you clocked that it wasn't just an illusion, as he'd shifted to the opposite end of the pitch, the other boys from the football team watching from the stands.

They'd started jeering at every pass, exaggerating their reactions, commentary toeing the border of sexual harassment. You volleyed the ball on your foot, battering it into the stands, grinning widely as it hit one of the boys in the face, leaving his nose lopsided.

"If you're gonna be a sexist piece of shit, just fuck off. My team doesn't deserve to hear your brain-dead commentary, nor see your fuck face." You smiled, bite in your voice. "Kindly take the opinion that nobody asked for and shove it up your ass."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled with respect, breath caught in his throat at the dark look in your eyes. He felt his chest warm in adoration, heart doubling in size. "You heard the lady."

"Includes you too, Jaemin. Better get home before Granny Na starts missing her little boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Fuck off." You said playfully, recovering the ball. He waved you bye, lugging his bag over his shoulder, fixing the collar of his jersey. A beam touched your lips, face lighting up.

Jaemin smirked back at you, taking his leave. He dragged the remnants away with him, leaving the girl's football team alone in the cooling dwindle of Autumn light.

"Nice shorts." A tug.

"Oh? Na Jaemin complimenting me?" You mused in surprise, arms folded across your chest.

"You didn't let me finish." Jaemin whispered, standing on the sidelines of the pitch, pulling at the hem of your shorts. "Ooh, I can see your stubble. Better bring out the razor."

Your jaw tightened, feeling that rush of annoyance fill your veins again. The nerve.

"More stubble than you'll ever grow on that chin."

"At least I'm not a human Sasquatch."

"I've got hair in the right places—" You started, catching the innuendo, glaring at Jaemin's raised eyebrows. "—I know what I meant. Don't be such a dirty boy."

"Say it again. Love the way it rolls off your tongue."

You gaped at him, whole body blowing a fuse, skin reddening at his tone. Sweltering heat danced atop each fingertip, each muscle, making you jolt. His gaze was still glued to your face, relishing the quickly dilating pupils in your eyes.

"I—"

"—Would rather have you speechless after our first time, not for your championship final. When you win, I'll buy you fucking adorable ice cream with the little star sprinkles that you like."

"Going to ignore you on that first statement, but the second one sounds like a motive."

"Win the match, and I'll ask you out. Properly."

You saw his eyes flash with something passionate, flakes of gooey molasses swirling behind the irises. Before you opened your mouth to reply to him, he pleaded silently for you to just take it as it was. "Gimme a chance. Who knows you better than your enemy? Nobody."

"I mean..."

"Only you know that my grandma calls me those corny names or that I see her all the time."

"Or that you lose every game that's not football because you're too lazy to pay attention." You added.

"And I know that you broke a guy's jaw because he was bothering Yangyang." He continued. "And I also know that you know one thing I've never told anyone."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"That I like you."

You looked away from him sheepishly, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and whether it was from the cold or from his words, you didn't know. He was looking down at you tenderly, ruffling your bed of hair, pressing a small, wet kiss to your forehead as the whistle blew.

"Don't play with fire, Na."

"You're more like a carpet burn."

You sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll give you an answer when we win. If you're playing me, I'll break your arms."

"Okay. Go get 'em, Lady Luck." He smiled, waving you off as you scurried onto the pitch, face glowing under the fluorescent lights. Jaemin felt his chest tighten with pride, jaw aching from all the strenuous smiling.

With that absurdly contented face, you reminded him of a cross between a kid at a carnival and a man about to kill another. Your hair gathered wildly atop your head, a wicked glare painting your face.

This was you at peace, he deduced. Even with the gruesome of expressions, you looked calm. The pitch was truly your home away from home.

Two minutes into the second half saw you being carried off on a stretcher with a torn hamstring. You'd fallen to the grass, no sounds coming from your limp body. Jaemin swore he felt his heart plunge into his ass, and with a frantic flourish, he was coddling your head into his chest.

"Luck, don't die on me. I'm supposed to take you out for ice cream after this, and I stole Renjun's Baskin Robbins loyalty card to cut costs so if we don't go, I'll be getting beat up without having kissed your stupid face." He babbled, slapping your cheeks, scared that you'd genuinely lost your life.

You groaned, rolling slowly in the elastic. "Stop touching my face, I'll get acne." Mildly concussed, you soothed your throbbing headache, registering Jaemin's face looming over you. "Jaemin?"

"Oh, thank God. Thought I'd never see that unruly sparkle in your eyes again."

"Fuck off. My hamstring feels like a fried chicken mukbang and you're talking about my eyes."

"I can't cry before our first date. You'll think I'm a wimp."

"Already think that."

He hit your arm lightly, beaming at your focus on his face, meeting your eyes. You were glaring at him with a kissable pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed — he wanted to pepper your face in balmy kisses.

The paramedic pushed him away, leading you to the ambulance. You flipped him off, yelling loudly as they wheeled you in, "Make sure you win! Won't forgive you if you don't."

The girl's football team had gathered around the door, all tight-lipped smiles and crumpled faces. They visibly brightened at your declaration, huddling together to recalibrate — the ref blew her whistle to call them back, summoning them back into position.

Yangyang and Donghyuck left the stands, rushing into the ambulance alongside you, closing the door behind them. Jaemin could faintly hear your loud curses, and sighed in relief, knowing that you'd be fine.

With two goals up, the team were at optimum working speed, playing loyally for your honour. Jaemin stood at the sidelines, holding your jacket in his hands as he recorded the match on his phone, wanting to send it to you later.

At 90 minutes, the girl's team had become the winner of the Division One Seoul Inter-district championship, and Jaemin was content. Not because it meant you'd go on that date with him, but because he could feel how much it meant to them.

Everyone around him was cheering madly, chanting and spraying assorted drinks in each other's faces, an infectious joy lingering in his veins. Amongst all the commotion, he'd somehow been pushed into the middle of the team, feeling their gazes boring into his frame.

"You like Cap'n, right?" The brunette said, eyes bright.

"No. I don't like her. She's my rival." Jaemin lied pathetically, trying to escape their judgement.

"Why were you in the locker room then?"

"Damn. How do you know that?"

"Cap'n is horrible at lying, so she's always upfront. She also cannot do an impression so she never attempts it."

"Wow, you guys sure know your stuff. Bet she's glad to have a team like you. I know I'm feeling a little jealous."

"Cut the smooth talk. If you like Cap'n, just be straightforward. She's more innocent than she seems, and can get her heart broken easily."

"Got it." He nodded, "Well...ladies, I have to thank you for the advice."

"No problem, but if you break her heart.." They chorused, "We'll break that pretty little nose." Fifteen studded feet swung at his face, narrowly skimming the bridge of his nose.

He flinched, caught off guard, grin bared. "Now, I definitely got that message. I'll be going to check up on her, what do you want me to say?"

"We've already called her and shown her the trophy, so we have nothing left to say, you, however...take all the time you need."

"Since I have your blessing, am I allowed to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. Keep in your lane."

Jaemin promptly closed his mouth, and bid them a goodbye, dashing into his car towards the hospital, stopping at Baskin Robbins to buy the ice cream he promised. He hoped you’d at least be able to eat the sprinkles (the ones you liked were expensive, and if you didn’t eat them, he’d just wasted an extra 2,500 won.)

In the hospital, you were now dressed in a medical gown, surrounded by the two idiots. It smelt like an experiment lab, and the spotless shades of ivory splashed on the walls made you feel a tad bit overwhelmed.

Your leg had already undergone the MRSI scan, and the nurses had told you that you’d definitely tore your hamstring, but surgery would fix it right up along with natural healing.

Of course, all those details lacked in comparison to your team finally winning the trophy you’d worked so hard towards — that excitement numbed the pain considerably.

“We thought you’d somehow died.” Yangyang confessed, grasping your hands in his clammy ones.

“You did.” Donghyuck sneered, pointing at him, continuing when he saw your face change in confusion. “Yang was convinced that you were invincible like Superman or something. He started blubbering about how you could definitely defeat the grim reaper in close contact and that should be enough to steal back your soul or whatever—”

“I’m just never going to ask questions again.”

“Jaemin was on the verge of a breakdown when he saw you fall. Never have I ever seen him run so fast towards a girl.” Donghyuck said, hand on chin in mock thought.

You blushed, remembering your promise about the ice cream and falling back into the bed in distress.

“What’s going on with you? I saw you two all friendly at the sidelines.” Yangyang murmured, eyes squinting in judgement. “Don’t tell me...you guys fucked before the game?”

Suddenly it was too hot in the room. You fanned yourself to cool down, slapping your own cheeks before pulling Yangyang’s ears. “Yeah, because I have the guts to just have my first time in a school setting.” You deadpanned.

“Naughty girl.” Both boys swooned, unable to note your sarcasm.

“Just because my leg is gone doesn’t mean I can’t harm you anymore. I’ll break your kneecaps.”

In the midst of your fight with your best friends, you spotted Jaemin opening the door, wearing that greasy smirk that made butterflies tickle your throat.

“I see a broken leg isn’t enough to stop you, is it?” Jaemin drawled from the door, hands behind his back. “Still threatening people?”

“It’s not threatening if they deserve it.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. Jaemin maintained his distance from you, arm outstretched, ice cream tub in hand. He was looking away from you, faint blush tinting his cheeks, lips squeezed in a puffy ‘o’.

“Not that I remembered or anything, but you did say something about liking these sprinkles.” He said, eyes darting around to focus on anything but you.

“I do...like these sprinkles..how did you know?”

“Everyone calls you star, and you’re cute. It’s your personality in an edible sugar shape.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, forgetting both Donghyuck and Yangyang were seated in the room. It felt like the two of you were just stuck in your own world, glaring at each other like a pair of lovers.

Unfortunately, that moment was cut short by your ungracious best friends, cooing annoyingly. They were squealing like little girls, incomprehensible screams of ‘our girl’s grown up!’ scraping your eardrums.

“Leave me alone!” You whined, face scrunched in discomfort, making futile attempts to push them away. “Jaemin...please get these two off me.”

“Asking your boyfriend to get rid of us? Already?” Yangyang hollered, one of Jaemin’s arms stopping him from jumping on you again.

“He’s not my boyfriend. As of now, he’s the only sensible one who isn’t mauling the girl with a broken leg, and that’s why I’m asking him for help.”

“Should I throw them out?”

“Yes —actually, do whatever. Let them go terrorise someone that isn’t me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

On that, Jaemin escorted both boys outside, shutting the door on them, cutting off the beginning to their long-winded rant with a smile. That left the two of you alone.

Oddly enough, the silence wasn’t stifling but rather a conversation of the mind — you were able to see what he wanted to say by looking into those mocha coloured eyes. You threw the ice cream tub in the bin, reaching for Jaemin’s hands shyly.

He’d sat down beside you on the bed, just staring at you like you were an abstract painting, a mosaic of a splendid array, unable to take his eyes off you. He took your hand warmly, running his fingers over your calloused knuckles, sharing his heat with you.

“Jaemin.” You yawned, head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m saying yes to your date. If I didn’t get injured, you could’ve taken me out today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Being with you is enough for me, even if I do want to comment on your horrible tackles during the match.” Jaemin teased, grabbing your hand a little tighter.

“Haha...I’m dying of laughter.”

“Hey! None of that here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy. My team won our first championship, which we’ve been trying to do for three years, and I feel on top of the world. All those years of boys being absolute dickheads to us about our abilities, trying to put us down have amounted to this moment. I’m at peace right now.”

“Don’t apologise. I should be sorry instead. It was easier to talk to you if I pretended I hated you. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“I accept your apology. But..I think it was cute you couldn’t tell me you liked me! That’s so endearing.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s my line! Well, you were always attractive to me, even when you were being a dickhead. Now that I think about it, you’re at your hottest when you’re being mean.”

“Is that so?” Jaemin mused, rolling onto his hands, dangling over you, lips eerily close to your own. “Do you want me to treat you mean, keep you keen?”

“Firstly, don’t ever say that again.” You stopped him, hand placed on his chest to push him away lightly. “Secondly, I’ve never had a boyfriend or my first kiss. That means no experience.” You slurred that last part, rushing the words so he wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Cap’n, you’re telling me that I’ll be your first?”

“Not if you don’t ask me out.”

Jaemin sat back beside you, looking up to the ceiling. This was the moment. He took a deep breath, standing up before you, hands rubbing his stomach softly to calm down.

“I wanted to do a real dramatic confession, but I rushed over here in fear that you wouldn’t be able to hit me again, so I’ll have to stick with my speech.” He cheesed, trying to ease himself of his nerves. You laughed, hissing in mock anger when he wore that stupid grin. “I like you. Like a lot. Sometimes, I come to school with a dirty scowl on my face, but then I see your face and start smiling like a love struck fool. You’re someone that I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“Jaemin, you little mongrel. Come here.” You waved him over, arms outstretched in a hug. “Even though I know your ego won’t let you ask me out properly, I would love to be your girlfriend. However, if my heart is broken..I’ll be stoning your car.”

“Thought you were gonna say that you’d break my face.”

“That too.”

He snuggled closer into you, peering up at you with shining eyes, not wanting to move too much to keep you comfortable. You grinned back at him, placing a soft kiss on his head, running a hand through his hair.

That familiar silence returned, and that’s how you fell asleep with Na Jaemin enveloped in your chest. Although you’d broken a leg, Lady Luck seemed to have twiddled her fingers to send you a ‘get well soon’ present, the ever cunning Na Jaemin.

Five months later had you no longer hobbling around on crutches like a hobbit, but walking proud and tall. Jaemin drove you to school (using the excuse of carpooling) and helped you take your books to first period everyday — the alpha male in him winced seeing you attempt any ‘heavy lifting’, and he’d made it a routine.

“Can you fuck off? I can carry this.” You complained, pinching his side. “Just because I see a physio biweekly doesn’t mean I’m about as able-bodied as a monkey.”

“Got the hair to be a monkey.” He snorted.

“Look who’s talking, Mr.Sasquatch. Bigger feet than his prints, you little scoundrel.”

“Big feet means big—”

“Don’t finish that if you wanna keep the body part in question.”

“—heart. Dirty girl.”

You felt the honey pooling in your stomach, kissing his cheek in haste to escape his relentless teasing. He shut up at that, pulling you back to kiss you properly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Get to class.” He announced as he parted from you, enjoying your petulant face. You hit him softly, flipping him off from behind you, blowing him a kiss.

Ah, Na Jaemin. You still hated him. Just a little less this time.

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how to be a heartbreaker: rule four - rafe cameron

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

co-authored with my love, freya @rekrappeter

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader, unrequited!JJ x reader

warnings: angst, starting a relationship under false pretences, drinking and drug use, mentions of death (not main character!!), mentions of drowning

word count: 4.8k

a/n: here’s the second to last chapter!! please please please leave us feedback, freya and i read every comment and cry, love you guys so much!!

As JJ re-explained the next rule, you couldn’t stop the scoff from leaving your lips. “Who exactly is the ‘we’ in this rule, JJ? Cause it sounds to me like it’s really just me.” You sighed, the thought of getting close enough to Rafe Cameron to break his heart freaked you out the more JJ spoke.

“We’ll be with you through it all,” JJ reassured you.

“What do you mean through it all?” You asked, “Are you going to be there holding my hand while I let him kiss me?”

JJ scratched the back of his head, eyes flicking to Pope and John B who shrugged their shoulders, allowing him to take the fall for this question. “Eh, we’ll be there to provide support afterwards.”

“Knowing you guys, you’ll be pissed at me for kissing Rafe Cameron,” you snapped, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I promise, y/n, we’ll be full of love and support,” John B promised, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah, full of love and support like when JJ punched that touron who was trying to take me home.”

“He was a douchebag,” JJ defended himself.

“I literally just wanted to sleep with him, I don’t care if he was a douchebag. Do you make sure all the skinny blondes have winning personalities before you fuck them?” You smirked when he didn’t have a response.

“Can we get back to the plan please?” John B butt in again, frustrated as JJ sighed and nodded.

“Rule number four: never get attached, we don’t do that”

You awake the next morning, sunlight filtering through your broken blinds and your brain immediately goes through your to-do list for the day, like it does every morning. You’re still half asleep, contemplating spending an extra fifteen minutes in bed but it wasn’t until an arm wraps itself around your waist that you’re jolted from your thoughts and awake. Arm. Snores. Last Night. All the memories came rushing back in seconds, your stomach twisting with nausea and you felt the blood leave your face.

You panic, wondering how to escape from underneath the arm of your best friends’ most hated person before realizing this is your house and even if you were able to escape there is nowhere to run. As if sensing your thoughts, the arm pulls you closer and his face falls into the crook of your neck. Your heart is beating erratically, from panic or attraction or a mixture of both, you can’t say. Two soft kisses are pressed against your skin, before he huskily mumbles “good morning.”

It was hard to ignore your heart missing a beat, it was even harder to ignore the erupting butterflies in your stomach at the sound of his voice. When you heard his voice, it reminded you of how he praised you last night, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he fucked you gently on the bed. He was so attentive last night, making sure that you were okay and enjoying it, and boy, did you enjoy it. He had you undone in seconds, you couldn’t even pretend you hadn’t wanted him, every bit of you was screaming for him to take you.

“y/n, you okay?” Rafe asked softly, cuddling you even closer if it was possible. You relaxed into his embrace for a second, unable to resist the warmth his body provided before your phone buzzed on your nightstand.

“I should get that,” you replied softly, pulling away from him and he let his arms drop from around you, situating himself on your pillow. You tried not to stare too long at his bare torso, remembering last night when you kissed down the abs god gave him. Swallowing hard, you looked away and furrowed your eyebrows at the message from JJ.

dumbass ❤️: mandatory meeting pogues assemble

The words reminded you that you were playing with fire. You sighed, and Rafe sat up a little in your bed, “everything okay, y/n?”

“It’s just JJ, he wants everyone to meet up at John B’s,” you replied honestly, not seeing any reason to lie.

“Oh,” he nodded slightly, “forgot about that part of your life for a second.”

“You forgot that I’m a pogue?”

Rafe sighed, running his hand over his face, “No, that you’re best friends with Maybank. I used to see you as Maybank’s wh-girl, but now…” Rafe trailed off, eyes looking past you to the mirror hanging on your bedroom wall that reflected your current position.

“First of all, I’m not JJ’s anything. I don’t belong to anyone.” You replied sassily, making eye contact with him through the mirror, “Secondly, what do you mean by ‘but now’?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I think last night explains it all,” Rafe smirked, the faraway look in his eye completely gone when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, kissing down your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, and you wanted nothing more than to pull away when you realised that you were enjoying this moment.

“Rafe, stop,” you laughed, trying to pull yourself away from him, for your own sake. The line between doing this for the plan and doing this for yourself was blurring with every touch of his lips.

Rafe sighed heavily, pulling away from you but not before cupping your face and planting a kiss on your lips. You lost yourself in the moment, melting into his body and letting him deepen the kiss. He could have kissed you all day if he liked, it wasn’t until your phone vibrated again that he pulled away, a smug look on his face.

dumbass ❤️: NOW!

You sighed heavily at the message, hating when JJ would get into a demanding mood like this. You pouted, thinking about how your car was still in the shop where you had left it, not really in the mood to make the long trek to John B’s.

“Whatcha pouting about, pretty girl?” Rafe asked, eyes focused on the curve of your lips.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking about how I’m going to have to walk all the way to John B’s-” you started to explain before he silenced you with a kiss. Your pout transformed itself into a smile despite your efforts to resist. You couldn’t help but wonder why you were giving in so easily. The rational part of your brain hated him, but the way he made you feel so good... You let the kiss deepen once more before he pulled away.

“I can drop you off,” he replied a little shyly, “y’know if you want me to.”

Your lips curved into a smile, having Rafe drop you off at the chateau would show them all how well the plan was going. Plus, JJ’s reaction would be a bonus. You could almost picture it, the stormy look in his eyes from the day before coupled with a grimace. Either that or complete indifference, but either way you wanted to find out. “Okay.”

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight,” he admitted, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Honestly, I just really don’t want to walk,” you replied, hand moving to run through his hair, “besides you’ll be on your best behaviour, right?”

He gripped your wrist, pausing your motions, before pressing a kiss to the inside, “for you? I’ll try.”

Half an hour later (you lazily made out with him for another ten before quickly getting dressed and heading over), Rafe pulled up outside the chateau. You weren’t sure if luck was on your side or not, when the prying eyes of your friends peeked over their shoulders at the sound of an unfamiliar truck at the side of the house. JJ stood out from the crowd, standing by the hammock, a smoke hanging loosely from his lips.

You tore your eyes away from him, ignoring the look he sent you and turned your attention to Rafe, who was staring at the unreadable expression on your face. “Thanks for the lift, Rafe, appreciate it,” you mumbled, reaching for the handle.

Rafe grasped the wrist of your other hand, making you turn to him. “Forgetting something?” You were confused for a second, but the smirk that rested on his lips answered any questions you had. He closed the gap between you, his hand cupping your face to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran along your lips, making you moan softly into the kiss. When you pulled away, you didn’t miss the quick glance Rafe sent to JJ making your stomach knot slightly. But who were you to be worried that he was playing you, when your ultimate plan was to play him?

“Your dog is glaring at me,” Rafe chuckled, making any worries you just had disappear.

“Don’t mind him,” You mumbled, thanking him for the ride again and hopping out of the truck, “call me, yeah?”

“Of course, babe,” Rafe winked, and when you closed the door of the vehicle, he reversed out of the driveway and was miles down the road by the time you made your way to the pogues, all with different expressions. John B’s eyes were wide, almost as if he just witnessed the real life santa claus walking around naked; Kie was amused, the smirk growing wider at the heart eyes popping from your head; Pope, as usual, seemed worried and you could tell that his mind was coming up with twelve million different questions; and lastly, JJ. You couldn’t make out his expression, he looked sour but accomplished. You weren’t sure what he was thinking but you knew that in only a couple of seconds, he’d be filling you in on his messed up thoughts.

“That looked like some kiss,” John B whistled, playfully fanning himself making you push him off the driftwood he was lounging on. “How many of them have you shared?” he asked from the ground, resting his arms behind his head.

You shrugged your shoulders, plonking down next to Pope and letting him comfort you silently by placing his arm around your shoulder, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, muttering a quiet greeting. “Just a few,” you acknowledged, looking back to JJ, “right, boss, get the meeting going.”

JJ’s eyes scanned your face, looking for something that was missing. You knew he knew, he could sense it the moment you got within two metres of him but you didn’t bring it up, you didn’t ask him what was wrong because he’d eat you alive. “How is it going with him?” JJ asked, his voice low and filtered with underlying annoyance.

“H-he’s definitely falling,” you hummed. JJ took another look at you, this time his gaze zeroing in on the red mark on your shoulder that you had failed to cover up.

“Did you fuck him?” JJ asked you harshly, dark gaze strictly on you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, JJ,” you snapped back, cheeks feeling warm with embarrassment about being called out.

“Uh, I think it’s my business if it’s going to fuck up the plan,” he replied, as if that thought should have been obvious to you. “Besides, you’re my best friend and that makes it my business.”

Rolling your eyes, “I think if anything, it furthered your stupid little plan. Besides who I do or do not fuck is not your concern, friend” you spit at him. The pogues sensed the outright hostility and quickly made their way into the chateau to give the two of you privacy. Although, if you know them as well as you think you do, they’re likely standing on the other side of the door, listening in.

“Look, I just think there are plenty of other people you could fuck if you needed to,” he replied, hands in the air.

“Oh really? Because everytime I try, something or should I say someone scares them away.” You glare at him, more than aware of the way JJ runs off every guy that so much as looks at you.

“Those guys aren’t good enough for you,” he mumbled, suddenly losing all his indignation in favor of something that looked a little like shame.

“It’s literally for a quick fuck, JJ. I’m not trying to get married here. Besides, if they’re not good enough for me, show me someone who is.”

There’s silence as JJ considers your words. You raise a single eyebrow at him, waiting for him to give you something. “That’s what I thought.” You pushed past him and entered the Chateau to find your friends just on the other side of the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “What?”

You threw yourself onto the couch, crossing your arms and legs protectively over your body as you sat there and pouted. Pope sat next to you, a hand encouragingly resting on your knee. You waited for JJ to enter the house, his eyes shooting a glare in your direction but they must have caught Pope’s stare on the way, his face softening slightly as he released a heavy sigh. He made his way to the chalkboard, picking up the white piece of chalk and ticking off rule one and two.

“What about rule number three?” you piped up.

“Well, you gave him everything you had, there’s nothing more left,” JJ snapped, this in turn caused Kie to jump from the stool she was sitting on near the kitchen, walking up to JJ and pushing his chest. “What the fuck?” he hissed, eyes narrowing at the dark haired girl.

“You stop being a fucking dick, this was your idea and if you’re not happy with how it’s going then fuck off,” Kie snapped, getting real sick of the attitude JJ has become accustomed to.

“She’s right, man,” John B agreed, nibbling on his bottom lip, “You’ve been real snappy lately, especially with y/n.”

You threw your hands in the air, letting a sigh of relief escape past your lips, “Thank you!”

JJ’s eyes softened, his pink lips turning into a pout. He knew there was something wrong with him, he felt more irritable as the days went on but he never pinpointed that it was because of this plan. The Pogues were right, he didn’t have the right to be annoyed at you but yet he still was. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he hummed, running his hands through his blonde hair.

“It’s fine, J… I’ve actually been thinking, I don’t think I want to continue with this plan-” It was like a wave of anger just washed over JJ’s expression at your words, if it was a cartoon, steam would be flying from his ears. Pope squeezed your knee in support, getting ready to pounce at JJ in case he loses it.

“What? So you fuck him and now all of a sudden you’ve got feelings for him,” JJ chuckled drily, shaking his head in disbelief.

“What are you talking about? Look at how this plan has us acting, we’ve never fought this much before,” You shouted at him, standing up from the couch and letting Pope’s hand fall from you. You square your shoulders at JJ, telling him you mean it.

“Don’t bother lying to me, you know that has nothing to do with this. You like Rafe Cameron, admit it!”

“I don’t!” You hollered, ignoring the aching in your chest at the obvious lie. “So what if I fucked him? It probably just made it more believable that I liked him but I’m sick of this. I’m sick of fighting with you, I’m tired of you jumping down my throat every time I see you, it’s not the same. I’m through with this.”

JJ trudged towards you, his breathing erratic, “We’re not through until you break Rafe’s heart,” his voice was low, but his eyes spoke loudly enough to back up his words. They were fuming, scanning your face as if it was the last time he’d see you.

“You can break Rafe’s heart all you want, but I won’t be a part of it anymore,” you whispered, pushing past his panting body and stalking towards the door, pushing it open loudly. You paused on the porch for a moment, contemplating going back in and apologizing to JJ, promising him you’d finish what you started but the image of Rafe entered your mind. In this moment, you cared more for Rafe than you did JJ, a foreign feeling.

“Hey, you’re still here,” the sound of Pope’s voice made you turn, looking at him walking over to you. “C’mon,” he mumbled, pulling your body flush against his and comforting you. He ran his hands up and down your back, and you were never so grateful to have him in your life than in that moment.

You nestled your head into his chest, tears brimming your bottom lashes. “Pope, I’m exhausted.”

“I know, I know it’s hard pretending and I’m sorry you’ve to go through this,” your friend whispered, tightening his grip on you.

“No, Pope, I’m exhausted fighting with JJ over every little thing. I’m pretending here, right now, around all of you,” you cried, allowing the tears to fall. Pope had to take a second look when he pulled away from you, never seeing you cry in his life. You were always so tough, so hard headed and it made Pope’s heart ache at the sight of you right now, “When I’m with Rafe, I feel more like myself these days.”

“But y/n, it-it’s Rafe Cameron,” Pope’s brows furrowed.

“I know,” you exclaimed, shaking your head, “I know, Pope.”

“Look, go home and think about all this. I’ll be here with you until the end of the line, okay? I’ve got you.” You smiled thankfully at Pope, doing your handshake with him before jogging down the steps of the porch, ignoring the sight of the blonde peeking from the door when you turned to wave at your friend.

Pope looked at JJ, shaking his head in disappointment. “If you don’t tell her how you feel soon, you’re going to lose her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” JJ mumbled, his inner voice telling him deny, deny, deny.

“Then don’t come crying to me when I’m right.”

“She fucked him, man,” JJ mumbled, running his hand over his face. His heart was hammering against his chest, his blood boiling in his veins. He wanted nothing more than to hop onto his motorcycle and go directly to Rafe Cameron and smash his face in. The thoughts of him having his hands all over your body made him sick.

“You can’t be angry at her though, you know y/n, we all do,” Pope sighed, running his hands up JJ’s back as he bent over, trying to ease his stomach, “she may be tough on the outside but she just wants someone to love her like she loves….”

“Like she loves me,” JJ sighed, shaking his head in anger, “I can’t love her like that.”

“You do though, bro.”

“N-no, I don’t. I’ve tried, I’ve tried thinking of her in that way, but I can’t. I love her, yes of course I do, but in the same way that I’d love my little sister.”

“If you want to keep lying to yourself, go right ahead.” Pope sighed, sick of fighting with his best friend about his feelings for their other best friend. JJ just kept silent, knowing deep down that Pope was right, he always was. He did love you, however, JJ wasn’t lying about being unable to love you the way you loved him, he didn’t know how. You occupied his thoughts most of the time, and he was fiercely protective of you, but he could never act on his love for you the way you wanted him to.

In your anger, you forgot that Rafe had dropped you off at John B’s, the realization hitting when your feet hit the gravel and you remembered you had to walk home. You thought about calling him, but you didn’t want to come across too desperately. That would really mess up the plan, you thought stubbornly, ignoring the butterflies that were fighting in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again so soon.

You were grumpily walking through the Cut, grumbling to yourself about your stupid best friend. Your heart sunk as your flip flop caught on a rock and you felt the plastic piece that separated your toes separate from your shoe. Looking down at your now ruined shoe, you briefly wondered if kooks ever had this issue, or if their hundred dollar kate spade flip flops broke too.

You stopped and leaned against a tree, pulling your phone out to call someone to come pick you up - there was no way you were going to walk in the Cut barefoot. You scrolled through your recent text list, grimacing at the sight of JJ’s nickname and deciding you didn’t particularly want to speak to any of the other pogues who had witnessed your disastrous fighting. Your eyes locked on the text history with Rafe, realizing he was probably the only person who would be willing to pick you up. You sighed, before shooting him a quick text.

you: if i dropped a pin, would you come get me?

rafe: i’ll be there in fifteen minutes

You smiled a little to yourself, who would have ever thought that Rafe Cameron would be who you called when you were in need of help? Honestly, who would have thought that Rafe Cameron would ever be someone you called ever.

Even though he said it would be fifteen minutes, he was in front of you in ten. Seeing the look on your face, he quickly threw the truck in park before hopping out and wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey,” you mumbled into his chest, leaning into him.

“Hey, baby,” the nickname fell from his lips by accident, but he decided he liked it, “everything okay?” You could only shrug, the weight of JJ’s words pressing down on your shoulders. “They don’t like you being with me,” he guessed correctly, pulling back a little to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t care what they think,” you said, the earlier pout resting on your lips again.

“I think you do,” he replied, hand moving to soothingly rub circles on your back as you leaned into him.

“Well I wish I didn’t,” you snapped, feeling a little sorry. Truthfully, it was JJ you were still mad at.

“I like that you care,” Rafe admitted, “about your friends, about the environment, about strangers...about me?” the last two words said with a lack of confidence. You forced a smile onto your face, cupping his cheek with your hand before pressing your lips to his.

The strange thing is you were beginning to care for him, if only a little. His touch was calming, his presence comforting and his lips were heaven. Maybe you were just so touch starved that you latched on the first one to place their hands on you, but there was something about Rafe beyond the physical. He listened when you spoke, never spoke over you and never invalidated your feelings, not like JJ lately. He pulled away from your kiss slowly, and you kept your eyes closed, lips pursed. After a moment, you slowly opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you softly.

“C’mon, baby let’s go for a drive,” he kissed your forehead again before leading you to the passenger side of his truck, opening the door for you before getting in on the driver’s side.

You reached over the console, wrapping your smaller fingers around his hand and bringing the palm of his hand to your lips, placing soft kisses on it. “Stop that, it’s tickling,” Rafe chuckled, trying to rip his hand from yours but he put no effort in it, secretly wanting you to keep holding his hand. He looked over at you, the sun beating in from the window and lightening up his face. The way the sunshine shone across your body made you glisten, he could see the specks of dust flying around the car but his focus was solely on you, and he could have sworn your outline was sparkling.

“Where are we going?” you mumbled against his palm, turning his hand around and kissing his knuckles.

Moments later, Rafe pulled up to a cliffedge, overlooking the town below you. He took his seatbelt off, leaning over and clipping yours out, you took this as an opportunity to climb onto his lap, your knees straddling his sides. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, circling his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You felt your fingers absentmindedly brush through his soft hair, thanking the gods above that he didn’t have enough time this morning to style it with an oddly amount of gel.

You lifted your head up but knocked it off the sunvisor causing you to groan. “You okay, baby?” Rafe asked, his breath dancing across your exposed skin. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, and when he didn’t hear you answer, he pulled back slightly seeing your focus on something else. In your hand held the photograph that Rafe kept in his car, one that you were curious about. Your finger grazed the face, smiling back at you in the picture, seeing the brunette for the first time. Her smile was beautiful, her eyes were twinkling with excitement and the longer you stared into them, you knew exactly who it was.

“This is your mom?” you whispered, feeling the tension get heavy. Rafe let out a shaky breath, nodding his head at your question. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, she was,” Rafe sniffled, wanting to reach for the photograph in your grasp but his eyes found your face, seeing how soft and calm your expression was. He knew you wouldn’t pry, he knew you wouldn’t question anything but something deep down told him that he wanted to tell you, he wanted to open up to you about this part of his life that he kept so private.

“You look just like her,” you smile, looking from the photo to Rafe. Your mouth parted at the expression on his face, the glossing of his eyes made your heart tighten in your chest. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“N-no, don’t be silly, it’s fine,” he mumbled, glancing at his mother. “When I was four years old, Ward took me out fishing by the lake on a Saturday. I don’t remember the day much, it goes by in such a blur. One week of my life was all pushed into one memory, I remember crying a lot. I remember there was a lot of screaming and-”

“Rafe, you don’t have to talk about this,” you interrupted him, hearing his voice shake. His tongue darted out from his mouth, wetting his lips and he shook his head, wiping the tears that were sliding down his cheek away. He avoided your eyes, the blue in them bright from the tears and the sun, but you reached up to cup his face, his stare finding yours immediately. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I want to,” he whispered, “I’ve only ever spoken about this to one person, and that person was my therapist. I want to tell you.” You nodded at his words, urging him to continue. “So he brought me fishing to his usual spot, he warned me about the steep slip and told me, over and over again, to not go near it. But I was four years old, I forgot or I wanted to go home so I thought, maybe if I slipped, I would get to go back home. Anyways, I stepped on it and slipped into the lake, but I couldn’t swim and I didn’t realise Ward wasn’t looking at me.”

“Oh, god,” you couldn’t help the emotions from crashing over you, feeling his tears wet your hand.

Rafe sniffled, trying to chuckle through the pain the memory brought, “They got me out of the lake but I was unconscious, I could remember the sound of ambulances and flickering lights but everything was a blur until I woke up two days later, and no one was there to see me.” Rafe paused, heaving a deep breath, he clasped his fingers around yours, holding you tightly. He was shaking at your touch. “But it turns out, they were planning my mother’s funeral. Ward had called her from the ambulance and she left work in a hurry, she didn’t realise one of her tires were flat and--” Rafe couldn’t finish the sentence, he burst out in tears right in front of you.

Your chest was heavy as you immediately wrapped your arms around the crying boy, bringing him closer to your body and comforting him in silence. His whole body was shaking with the sobs, the sound of his pain making you cry alongside him. His arms circled your waist again, squeezing and grasping onto any bit of life he could.

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lushjin · 5 years ago

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Genre/Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, & a little hint of angst.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 7k

A/N: I know Jk college AUs are a bit cliche, but I can’t I’m a sucker for them.

Summary: Jungkook is your douche bag of a lab partner. A grade A fuck boy. The only time you could stand him was in bed.

“Do you think Jimin likes me?” You ask Jungkook casually.

“Uh, what?”

“Do you think he likes me?” You ask once again.

Jungkooks eyebrows furrow at your question. “I’m literally inside you. Can you not ask me if some other dude likes you while we’re doing this.” He motions to where you two are currently connected. Still, you seem unbothered.

“It’s kind of a boner kill.” He huffs ultimately choosing to give up. He’s already going soft and he ends up pulling out and falling next to where you currently lie.

“Why do you even care if he likes you?” He asks annoyed, and with a tinge of jealousy. “Why are you so suddenly taken by Park Jimin anyways?

“I don’t know honestly. It wasn’t until Tae told me that he might be interested that I started seeing him differently.”

“Well, I wouldn’t count on anything happening.” Jungkook interrupts your thoughts.

“Why not?” you pout.

“The dude’s really into his studies. After every party, he always goes home alone. Girls practically throw themselves at him and he never does anything about it. He’s cool and all but I don’t see him doing anything about it. That’s even if he’s interested”

Clearly, that’s not what you wanted to hear, but you know Jungkook’s right. Ever since you knew Jimin he always seemed really focused on his academics. You rarely ever saw him giving any girl a chance.

“Whatever. What do you know?” You say as you search for a pair of pajamas. That’s Jungkook’s cue to head out.

Your relationship with Jungkook was simple. Friends with benefits nothing else. You were more on the benefits side than actual friends. One hot drunken hook up made you realize Jungkook was a good fuck. He really lived up to the hype. After that night you both agreed that being friends with benefits was something that would satisfy and benefit you both. The only thing was, you didn’t like Jungkook. He was your annoying lab partner. A grade A fuck boy. Someone you couldn’t really stand. You could only tolerate him in bed.

The rules were clear. No strings attached no feelings. Just fucking.

You’re on your way to Taehyung’s when Jungkook calls. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and answer.

“What?”

“Well hello to you too. What happened to you?”

“Nothing, It’s nothing, well it is something. Jimin. I can’t tell if he likes me or not. And it’s making me want to pull my hair out. I mean c’mon dude you either like me or not. But no-,”

“Yeah, I’m going to cut you off right there babe. I’m only calling so we can fuck. If your place isn’t available you can come to mine.”

“Ugh, you’re such a jerk.” You scowl even though he isn’t there to see it. He can sure as hell picture it as you say the words into the receiver.

“I mean I could listen to you go on about Jimin but I’ve only got an hour before work. And my balls ache to release in your pussy.”

“Whatever I’ll just go to yours.”

“Can’t wait.”

When you get Jungkook’s the door is unlocked. You slip inside and you’re met with a rank smell of weed and old gym socks. Jungkook comes from around the corner with a towel and a pack of condoms.

“Ugh, how do you guys live like this?” You question picking up someone’s shirt and tossing it in the laundry bin. That for some reason is in the middle of the living area.

“Hey, what did I say about cleaning up?” Jungkook berates you.

“Sorry, it's just that I can’t help myself. Plus do you really think I’m going to let you fuck me in this dump?” You clear a space for yourself on the couch.

“Sorry, princess. Didn’t have time to clean before you came over.” He’s collecting two water bottles from the fridge as well. “I’ll clean up my room just wait here a sec.” Jungkook disappears down the hall and you're left alone.

You look around and you shiver. God college boys could be so gross. While you’re waiting you hear the door open. When you look over you don’t expect Namjoon to walk in with Jimin.

“Oh, um hi.” You say awkwardly. Not expecting to run into Jimin at your dick appointment. Jesus you were a mess, and only in front of Jimin too. He eyes you as you sit on a couch littered with clothes. As if he’s thinking what could you possibly be doing here?

“Hey,” Namjoon speaks throwing his keys on the coffee table. Jimin doesn’t say a word. Only a curt nod with his lips held taught.

“Hey, babe rooms ready!” You hear Jungkook yell from his bedroom. Your cheeks heat up instantly. He knows. He definitely knows what you’re up to.

“So yeah. Nice seeing you. Bye.” You’re up off the couch, quickly scurrying off to Jungkook’s room.

“What the hell Jungkook why did you have to scream.” You burst into his room. Making sure to keep your voice down.

“Okay I don’t know what you’re mad about now but please just get on the bed babe.” He whines. He’s already removing his clothes. He’s sat at the edge of his bed. Boxers are still on but you can see the evident bulge. Even at an unflattering angle for anyone else Jungkook's abs still looked perfectly toned as he bends over to remove his socks.

God your core aches at the sight of him. He was sure as hell a jerk, but still, you couldn’t resist this fucker.

You follow in toe removing your clothes as well. Shirt and pants are the first to go. Jungkook sits on his bed with his back pressed against the old wood headboard. His boxers off now and his hand strokes his dick, while he watches you undress. His eyes glued at the way your breasts fall out of your bra when you unhook them. He shamelessly gawks at your body. He can barely look away when he rolls on the condom.

“Jimin’s here.” You state. “You didn’t have to be so loud.”

“Sorry.” You take his lame apology and continue to undress until you’re fully naked.

“C’ mere and sit on it, babe.” He instructs his voice low and alluringly. Your insides ache for the feeling of him inside you. You get onto the bed to where he's sat at. Your knees on either side of him and your pussy hovers right over his dick.

“Ask nicely Jeon.” You tantalize, your hips swaying over him. Like you could just sit on it but you’d rather have some fun. He looks annoyed because you’re pressed for time, but unless he asks nicely you won’t give in.

“Fine. Will you please sit on my dick.” He’s annoyed but he won’t do anything about it. Especially when your pussy is this close to him.

Your fingers are at your entrance fitting only two fingers in. There’s a bit of resistance without much foreplay.

“Think you can fit it in?” Jungkook asks. His eyes glued to where your fingers are currently. He lazily strokes himself as you finger yourself.

“Just give me a second,” you sigh. The feeling of your fingers and the way Jungkook looks as he strokes himself seems to liven up your arousal.

Jungkook’s hands are at your chest. He’s groping the swell of your breast. Licking his fingers before pinching your nipples.

When you’re wet enough you sit on his dick. Your tight cunt engulfing his dick. When you bottom out you start to move your hips. They sway back and forth deliciously grinding against Jungkook. He lies flat on his back, your hand on his chest to better support yourself as you move desperately.

“Fuck babe, someone’s horny.” He comments on the way your hips move so fast.

“Just- want- to- cum.” That’s true but you’re also taking out your frustration on the fact that Jungkook made you look like a fool in front of Jimin.

With that Jungkook's hands are on your hips pulling on them, guiding them faster against him.

“Mmm,” you moan softly when you feel your clit brush against the soft skin of Jungkook’s pelvis.

“Baby,” he groans gripping tighter onto your hips. “Why are you being so quiet?” He knows exactly why. He knows you’re keeping quiet because Jimin is here.“What? Don’t want your little boyfriend to hear what a dirty slut you are?” He thrusts his hips up. Making your body jolt up.

“Jesus Jungkook,” you moan quietly trying to keep your voice as low as possible. Jungkook teases again, thrusting up harder. You can’t help but moan out loud with the way he hits you so deeply. Your knees dig into the mattress and you pick up your pace. Craving to feel Jungkook everywhere. You guide his hand to your chest. One of his hands slides up your front to your chest. He gropes the flesh hard making you moan out again with pleasure.

“Jungkook please.” You beg he’s pushing your buttons on purpose. Trying to get you to moan louder. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Jimin to hear you. Somehow the thought of letting Jimin hear the way Jungkook fucked you made you even wetter. You clench around Jungkook’s dick and he growls.

“Oh God, you really are a little slut. You want him to hear us don’t you?” He goads his hips meeting your every move. He’s getting as desperate as you are.

“Shut up and make me cum.” You demand your body flushes and not just from the sex. You’re too embarrassed to admit this, especially to Jungkook.

Without hesitating Jungkook's fingers are on your clit. Your body tenses at the feeling. You push harder and faster you can almost taste your orgasm. You’re cumming quicker than usual.

“C’mon babe give Jimin a show.” Jungkook grunts using his grip to bounce you on his dick. You throw out all your inhibitions and moan as loud as you really want to.

“Fuck-,” Jungkook grunts again. You bounce on his dick like your life depends on it. His cock hits you in all the right places. Finally, the band snaps and you’re coming undone.

“Jungkook-,” you moan. Your nails marking his chest as your walls convulse around him. You feel your body light up in pleasure until it finally fades. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, your body limp with exhaustion. All while Jungkook fucks you mercilessly. He plants his feet flat against the mattress. Grabbing ahold of your hips as he fucks up into you from underneath. His breath is uneven and his skin gleams with perspiration. His grunts become louder in your ear and if you had more energy you’d try to get out another orgasm. Instead, you just lie on top of him, letting him use your pussy to get off. Jungkook cums with a groan, his spunk filling the condom. The way he twitches inside you feels so good even in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When you regain your energy you slide off of him. Your body falling limp onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Jungkook’s ceiling fan feels like heaven. The air hitting you softly, cooling you down. You’re so blissed out you could fall asleep, but just then Jungkook is kicking you out.

You’re tying your apron into a knot when Taehyung comes over to you. “Go to the register now.” He whispers to you. When you don’t move his gestures for you to move. “Quickly!” You don’t question him and head straight for the till.

Once you’re at the register you see why he wanted you here. In tight jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, Jimin stands in front of you. He’s scrolling through his phone waiting for his order to be taken.

“Hey Jimin,” You say keeping your voice as steady as possible. You're always a mess in front of him.

“Hey y/n I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, I need the extra cash. So what can I get for you?”

He takes a quick look over the menu as if he’s going to choose something different. You assume he ends up going for what he already had in mind.

“I’ll have a small iced americano." You ring up his order and Taehyung starts to make it. You know you should say something. Especially with the way Taehyung is looking at you. His eyes say ask him out, but you aren’t sure if you can do that. So instead you go for this settle for this. “So uh- any plans for this weekend?”

“There’s a party at Beta tonight, so I might go hit that up.”

“Oh yeah, Hoseok invited me.” Ever since you sloppily gave Jung Hoseok a handjob at a Beta party once. You were almost always invited to all their parties.

“Oh cool, I’m I guess I’ll see you there.”

He smiles cooly and your heart melts. “See you there.” With that, he’s taking his americano and heading out the door.

“Wow.” Taehyung comments on your lame interaction.

“Shut up, I couldn’t just ask him out.”

“Anything would’ve been better than “oh- um” he mimics your voice and you throw a rag at him.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

Later that night, you're on your way to the party. After many outfit changes, you decided on a slightly modest dress. Well, who were you kidding it was slutty but the least slutiest out of all your dresses.

The party seems to have started long ago. People already passed out on the front lawn. You see Taehyung and go over to him and give him a hug.

“Have you seen Jimin?” You ask scoping the crowd in hopes of spotting Jimin.

“Nope. Only your rat of a boyfriend. He was asking for you by the way.” Taehyung jokes.

“He isn’t my boyfriend. Stop saying that Jimin might hear.” Taehyung only laughs. When he sees Jungkook coming your way he decides to bounce. “I’ll catch up with you later then, yeah?”

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all night?” Jungkook complains as he hands you the beer he’s been saving for you for the past hour. It’s lukewarm now, but you still take a sip.

“With my actual friends Jungkook. I’m trying to have a good time.”

“I’m hurt I thought we were friends. Like the name says it all friends with benefits.” You can hear the sarcasm in his voice. You ignore it though your mind still focused on finding Jimin.

“I’m not in the mood Jeon.”

Jungkook didn’t get jealous very often, but when he saw the disappointment on your face that Jimin hadn’t shown up there was nothing but jealousy boiling in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh, I get it. Looking for Prince Charming.” He says a bit too bitterly. You brush it off as an annoyance that you won’t hop on his dick at his command. Either way, you're giving up hope that you’ll see Jimin. Jungkook seems to be your best option especially since he’s looking really good in his extra tight skinnies. God, you hated how hot Jungkook was. Jungkook catches the way you look him up and down and he knows that look.

He takes initiative and presses his chest against yours. His lips are at your ear you feel the warmth of his breath when he speaks. “Meet me in the bathroom upstairs.” Your body reacts with a shiver going straight down to your core. You know you shouldn’t do it, but you do it anyway.

You wait a few minutes then head up the stairs to find Jungkook. When you meet him in the bathroom he’s quickly pulling you in. His hands sliding up the front of your body to the back of your neck. Pulling you forward covering your lips with his. His tongue demanding an entrance.

The way Jungkook clouds your senses makes your mind go hazy. Every touch burning into your skin. He pushes you up against the bathroom sink. Before you know it, he was in between your legs. His tongue kissing over the lace of your panties. You couldn’t give him up. Especially when he felt this good.

His hands grip onto your thighs as his teeth pull on your panties. Feeling his tongue on your bare mound causes you to moan out loud. Luckily it’s drowned out by the booming bass.

“Jungkook,” you moan pathetically as his mouth gets very acquainted with your core.

You want to feel him everywhere at once, but you’d settle for his tongue for the moment. The way he licks your pussy is with precision. He knows exactly how to make you see stars. You’re gripping onto the countertop as his lips suck on your clit. Now he isn’t so precise he’s sloppy and hungry. He’s slurping you up like it’s his last meal, and when you cum you really cum. Body tensing your mind goes blank and your body is submerged in pure pleasure. You can’t count how many times Jungkook has eaten you out but every time it seems to get better.

Your body needed him. “Jungkook get up here and fuck me now.” You could’ve said it nicer especially when he just made you come but your pussy is so needy and ready to be filled.

“Please,” Jungkook goads as he’s getting up.

“Please Jungkook fuck me.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he’s quickly unbuckling his belt. Pants and boxers going off in one go.

“Fuck my life.” Jungkook curses he fumbles around with his back pockets as his cock stands tall so close to your core.

“What’s wrong?” You ask your eyes trained on his engorged dick. You stare at it like a starved woman. But who wouldn’t when they had a cock like that right in front of them.

“No condom.”

“Don’t worry I’m clean. You?”

“Yeah but,”

“On the pill now please Jungkook fuck me until I can’t see straight.”

He does exactly what you say. He pushes in all in one go. He fits so perfectly inside you. Your arousal coating his dick as he begins to thrust. You wrap your legs around him. Pulling him closer and caging him in.

“God your pussy feels so fucking good,” Jungkook groans he’s just as fucked out as you are. His mouth is on yours it’s nothing but teeth and tongue. You suck on his tongue like you would his dick and you get even wetter when he moans at the feeling.

You pull away panting. “Jungkook,” you moan his name and that only pushes him further to his orgasm.

“Jesus say it again,” he begs.

You moan his name again in a high pitched dulcet tone. You know just how to work him up. He fucks you faster and his strokes become deeper. You cling onto him as he fucks you relentlessly. He groans in your ear before his lips find purchase on the crook of your neck. Kissing your skin until it turns a pink hue. You can feel your second orgasm building up. Closer and closer with every thrust. Before you get a chance to taste euphoria again Jungkook’s hips stutter and he spurts his cum into your already soaked pussy. He lets out another groan. His muscles flex and his dick spasms as he comes.

“I was so close,” you complain as you drop your legs in disappointment.

Jungkook chuckles in disbelief “So greedy.” He teases only because he’s just as greedy as you are. He wraps your leg around his waist while the other is grounded on the floor. You suck in a breath when his fingers dance at your entrance. Caressing the soft skin of your lower lips. Barely teasing at the entrance where you sop with his cum.

Finally, his fingers are in you. Stretching you out once again. He groans through clenched teeth. He’s pushing his cum back into you. The extra lubrication makes you keen. Jungkook has you wrapped around his delicious fingers. The way he makes you feel is like no one else before. You can’t stand it that you’re in here when you should be with Jimin, but that’s the hold that Jungkook had on you.

Any thought of Jimin is long gone when you feel his fingers on your clit. He rubs relentlessly until your skin blushes from head to toe. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck holding onto him as you brace yourself for your orgasm.

“That’s it, there- there!” You moan, throwing your head back. You feel your walls pulse and then the feeling is gone. “Fuck,” you sigh.

Jungkook’s fingers leave your pussy. Exhausted from your two orgasms you decide to go home. You get yourself cleaned up and head back home.

Working and going to school full time is really kicking your ass. Somehow though you manage to make it into work.

“You look horrible,” Taehyung states as he brews another pot of coffee.

“Wow, thanks dipshit.” You throw a rag at him and you both laugh out loud when it hits him in the face. Just then the bell chimes alerting you that a customer has entered the store.

When you turn around you see Jimin walking in the shop, in probably one of his most attractive looks. Tight jeans that hug his thick thighs, and an oversized flannel, that’s just unbuttoned enough to catch a glimpse of his collar bones.

“Hey,” he greets you in a soft voice and sweet crooked smile.

You try not to stare too much at his lips when you take his order. It’s his usual as always, but you always ask what he wants. With that Taehyung makes his drink and before you know it Jimin’s out the door.

“He definitely likes you y/n,” Taehyung says. Luckily it’s a slow night and you're able to chat with Tae.

“Yeah right.” You brush it off because you know it isn’t true. If it was he would’ve done something by now.

“Seriously y/n? You don’t notice how many times a day he comes in? The other day it was three times and I’m sure he was looking for you.

“Maybe he just has a caffeine addiction.” Still not believing it. You know Taehyung is just trying to make you feel better, but you don’t want him making you delusional.

“Yeah ok. Don’t believe me then.”

The semester is coming to an end and winter break is just around the corner. You realize time is going so fast, but suddenly it stops once Jimin finally asks you out. Everything seems to slow down all at once.

You’ve never seen this side of Jimin, usually a calm, cool, collected guy suddenly jittery as he asks you what you’d like to do. You both stand there rosy-cheeked as the winter wind kisses your face. You’re lucky it’s so cold out, you could pass your blush off from the weather.

Jimin’s time couldn’t be more off with exams coming up the only time for a date you could have was a study one.

You meet in the library at noon. You’re the first to arrive and surprisingly you’re not as nervous as you thought you’d be. You’re already taking out your laptop and books when Jimin arrives. He comes bearing gifts. Coffee and pastries from the school cafe. He extends his arm out slipping a quiet ‘hey’ when he gets to you.

“Wow, I’m not used to people bringing me coffee.” You joke as you take the coffee from his hand.

“I know you get this stuff for free all the time, but I figured we’d need it.” He cracks a smile before plopping down next to you.

He pulls off his layers one by one until finally, he’s just in his very tight-fitting turtleneck. Oh my God are his abs peeking through the fabric of his shirt? You couldn’t help but gawk for a second. Luckily you don’t get caught.

Hours passed by and it only seemed like minutes. You studied for a bit, but when the conversation finally struck you couldn’t stop talking. Everything about Jimin was interesting. As it turns out he was quite funny too. You couldn’t suppress your giggles and that got you a few rude looks and a couple of shushes. You’re sure your cheeks were flushed the whole time, but you didn’t seem to care. The way Jimin made you feel was secure.

“I really think we should head out now, it looks like the library’s closing,” Jimin says as he starts to put away his things.

You finally look up and notice you’re the only ones left in the library. “Wow, time really got away from us.”

“I had a nice time though,” Jimin says as he watches you pack up your things. “Although I think I might fail my chem exam.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry Jimin!”

“Don’t worry about it. It was way worth it.”

You can’t help but glow from the inside out.

Later that night when you're warm and cozy all snuggled up in bed, off in dreamland. You’re rudely awakened by a pounding at your door. You ignore it though, assuming it’s not for you and for your roommate. Because who else would you be expecting at this hour.

Your turn to see if your roommate is finally getting up to get the door, but she must be exhausted because she’s still knocked out.

Reluctantly you get up out of bed. You pad through the darkroom until you’re at the door. You crack it open expecting to see some random person at the door, but it’s definitely not who you were expecting.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” Your voice laced with annoyance. You step out of the room to not wake your roommate.

“I’ve been calling you I thought you were dead or something.”

“It’s called sleeping Jungkook.”

“Well, I thought something happened.”

“Since when do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” He leans in closer to you his breath hot on your ear. “What I do care about is that sweet little pussy of yours”

“We can’t. My roommates home.”

“She asleep? It won’t take very long.”

You’d like to tell Jungkook to fuck off and let you sleep but it doesn’t seem to work that way. Your body betrays you because now all you want is Jungkook.

You let him kiss your neck as his hand glides down the front of your body. His hand slipping underneath your cotton shorts. His hand feeling around idly.

“No hickeys Jeon.” You warn and he listens. Only licking and kissing the sweet spots on your neck.

“We really shouldn’t. We’re in the middle of the hallway for goodness sake Jungkook.”

“Relax everyone’s asleep. Plus I’m just feeling around.” He says coolly. Totally unfazed by the thought of someone catching you. Jungkook’s hand is now moving with a bit more purpose. His thumb finding the clit over your damp panties.

“Jungkook please,” you moan. You’re not sure exactly what you’re begging for. For him to stop or for him to give you more.

His thumb is relentless now. Rubbing circles against your swollen nub. Any thought of someone catching you is completely gone as you feel the pressure build between your thighs.

“Oh God,” you huff. You keep your voice as low as possible.

“I bet you’re real wet for me huh? I’d slide right in right?” Jungkook tantalizes. You should be ashamed but you know it’s true. He’d slide right in with no resistance.

“More,” you beg. Jungkook smirks it doesn’t take much for you to become putty in his hands.

His thumb moves faster. He won’t give in and give you what you really want, which is his fingers inside of you. For now, he settles for just getting you off as quickly as he possibly can. His body is pressed up against yours. You can feel his dick poking at your lower abdomen. He wants you just as badly as you want him.

“Fuck-,” you sigh as pleasure takes over your body. You want to scream, but you won’t. Instead, you bite down on your lower lip to keep the moans from coming out.

“God I love how needy you are.” Jungkook goads. His hand is working hard to get you off. Within the next few seconds, you’re sighing in relief. When the band finally snaps and you come undone.

“Jungkook!” You yelp out loud. You’re too far gone to worry about your voice. You’re in pure ecstasy as you cum in your panties.

Jungkook is quick to pull his hand out of your shorts and cover your mouth.

“You really want to get us caught don’t you?” You shake your head no in response. “Didn’t seem like it a few seconds ago,” Jungkook smirks. Removing his hand from your mouth. “I’ll see you around y/n.” With that, he’s walking away. Leaving you leaning against your door in confusion.

Wait what? Was he really leaving you like this? He didn’t even get himself off. You don’t even bother to stop him. Still confused and kind of shocked at everything that just happened. You let him walk away.

Bzzt bzzt

Jimin: Hey I was wondering if you’re going to Beta party tonight?

It was the first time Jimin texted you and you can’t help how giddy it made you feel. The only thing was you hadn’t gotten an invite to the party yet.

You: haven’t gotten invited yet :/

Jimin: Well consider this your invitation.

Would you like to come with me?

If you’re free?

You: I’d love too

Jimin: great I’ll pick you up at 8

You hate to admit how long it took you to get ready. You just wanted to look perfect for Jimin. Once you’re all done getting ready you wait for Jimin outside your dorm building.

When he pulls up you get in carefully trying not to flash your lacy underwear that you picked out just for him.

“Hey,” he says coolly and God you could melt just by hearing his voice.

The rest of the car ride goes well. Small talk here and there. You did have to try a bit to keep the conversation going, but other than that it went well.

He even held the car door open for you which once again you had to be cautious in order not to flash him his surprise for later.

“Care for a drink?” Jimin offers.

“Yes please.”

“Anything you’d like?”

“I’ll drink whatever you’re drinking.” With that Jimin is off in the crowd to get the drinks.

You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach. Even though this wasn’t exactly the ideal place for a date you were still really happy to be here with Jimin.

Once Jimin is back you down your drink a bit too quickly. You can’t help it, you’re used to drinking fast to get drunk. So you decide to limit yourself to only two drinks tonight.

The rest night goes smoothly. You introduced Jimin to your friends and they all love him. He charms each and every one of them. You’re so taken by Jimin that you can’t wait until you’re back at his place. That is if he invites you.

Soon the party fizzles out and you both decide it’s a good time to head out.

Jimin opens the door for you like the gentleman that he is, and this time that you get into the car you don’t try to hide your lace underwear. Your dress rides up and you spread your legs wide as you get in the car. Making sure Jimin has a full view of the lace panties. He is such a gentleman man because as soon as he caught a glimpse he’s quickly averting his eyes from your core. You found it so endearing.

When you get in the car Jimin tells you he wants to take you somewhere. He promises it isn’t anything sketchy. He just wanted to show you how bright and clear the stars are on the outskirts of town. You think it’s so romantic and you can’t wait to devour him under the stars.

Eventually, Jimin pulls over on the side of the road. No cars, people, or houses in sight. Before you get out of the car you decide you want to kiss him. You’ve been waiting all night and you couldn’t wait a moment longer. First, you pull your dress up enough to leave little to the imagination. Then you lean over the center console.

“Jimin,” you call. He turns to look at you and before he can even notice your underwear again. You’re kissing him at first it's sweet. Even though Jimin is stiff you take the initiative and pry your tongue into his mouth. What you don’t expect is for Jimin to pull away and look at you in horror.

“What are you doing y/n?!” Jimin questions, his eyes wide.

“I’m, uh- trying to-,” you stutter. You’re not even sure what you’re trying to say.

“I didn’t take you for the type of loose girls y/n.”

“But I-.” You couldn’t believe what was happening. The words coming out of Park Jimin’s mouth. You were wrong about him all along, and you felt like a fool.

“I’m sorry y/n I’m just not into those types of girls. The ones who sleep around with anybody.”

Your face burns with shame and embarrassment. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. All you know is you need to get out of here as soon as possible. Without thinking twice you pull down the hem of your dress and get out of the car as fast as you humanly can.

“Wait! Y/n where are you going?” Jimin calls out to you. “I can’t just leave you here!” It’s true, you didn’t know where you were, but you couldn’t bear to be with Jimin for a second longer.

You ignore Jimin and start walking. You’re not sure where you’re walking to, but you just keep going. Eventually, Jimin gets tired of following you in his car and speeds off.

Once he’s gone you finally let it all out. Tears streaming down your face. You can barely even see your phone as you try to look up your roommate's contact to call her. You have no luck though she doesn’t answer. Neither do any of your friends on your contact list. They’re probably all drunk like they should be on a Saturday night.

The only person left was Jungkook. You swallowed your pride and pressed call. To your surprise, he actually answered.

“Hello?”

You don’t answer right away trying to collect yourself so you don’t sound like you’ve been crying.

“Y/n I don’t have time for this. If you want to meet up just text me.”

“Wait!”

“I’m listening.”

“Jungkook I need a ride I don’t know where I am. Please.” Your voice cracks.

“What happened are you okay?” Jungkook asks concerned. You can’t hold it in any longer and you begin to full-on sob again.

“Send me your location now. I’m on my way.”

Within the next ten minutes, Jungkook shows up in his beat-up Jeep. You never thought you’d be so relieved to see Jungkook.

“What the fuck happened y/n? Why the hell are you in the middle of bum fuck nowhere?” He says as he gets out of the car. You don’t answer you’re too ashamed to tell him what happened. He doesn’t push you though. Instead, he helps you into his Jeep, and you’re on your way back to campus.

“Need a drink?” Jungkook offers. He reaches over to backseat and pulls out a bottle of Jameson.

You look at him kind of weird as in why does he have liquor in his car. Is he just always stocked with alcohol?

Without you even asking he answers your question. “Was on the way to a party when you called. Just bring some party favors.”

“Thanks.” You sniffle and grab the bottle and take two big swigs.

“You don’t have to tell me exactly what happened, but I do need to know if you’re hurt in any way. Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Jungkook was expecting the worst had happened. He didn’t even want to think that someone could have possibly hurt you physically.

“I’m fine Jungkook. Maybe not mentally, but physically I’m ok.”

By the time you get back on campus, you’re already drunk. You really needed the alcohol to numb the pain that Jimin caused, luckily it did.

You’re not sure why, but Jungkook offers to walk you upstairs. You promise yourself not to sleep with him. Just like you agreed on last week. Even though you weren’t official with Jimin yet, you wanted to end your relationship with Jungkook. At least so you thought.

Old habits die hard though. You can’t seem to quit Jungkook. You’re not sure if it’s the booze, insecurities, or the fact that you’re horny, but that’s how you end up with Jungkook back in your dorm room.

You wrestle each other out of your clothes. You’re grateful your roommate’s out for the night. You really needed Jungkook’s touch right now.

When your back hits the twin size mattress. Jungkook is all over you. Taking his time savoring every part of your body. Your damp bodies intertwine and Jungkook makes you see stars like he always does.

It’s late and you know the sun will be up soon. You’re not sure what it is that makes you invite Jungkook to spend the night. It’s not a usual thing that happens, but maybe your mind was hazy from the intense orgasm you just had. Also, a part of you wanted to bask in the afterglow for once.

Jungkook’s arm wraps around your shoulder, and you lay your head on his. Minutes pass and you’re finally drifting asleep. What wakes you is Jungkook’s lips pressed against your temple. The gesture was foreign. Yeah, you guys kissed, but never like this. This was too intimate. Too sweet not the usual kiss that’s full of lust.

“What are you doing Jungkook?”

“What? I can’t kiss you?”

“Jungkook what’s going on?”

“Okay, don’t freak out, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

You inch away from him before he can continue. Your mind is racing at the possibilities of what Jungkook is going to say.

His pause is taking too long for your liking. “What is it Jungkook? Spit it out.”

“I’m in love with you y/n.”

Your stomach drops at the bomb Jungkook just dropped on you. “What?” You’re not sure if you’re hearing things correctly. Maybe you’re asleep having a nightmare.

“I love you y/n.”

But you heard everything correctly, clear as day. Jungkook loves.

“You’re still drunk right?” You start to laugh in denial. Hoping that it’s really just some joke. The only explanation for this is Jungkook still must be intoxicated from earlier. Because there’s no way in hell that Jeon Jungkook loves you.

“I’m not drunk y/n. I’m serious. I love you.”

“Jesus Jungkook would you stop saying that.” You sit up hastily in your bed grabbing ahold of the sheets to cover you. Suddenly you feel so bare when just minutes ago you were so comfortable showing your skin to Jungkook.

“This can’t be happening. Are you trying to get back because I said we couldn’t sleep with each other anymore?”

“Why are you acting like loving you is so crazy? So what if I love you? So what if I’m in love with you? Just shut up and let me love you y/n.”

Suddenly your stomach flips. How could you not see this? How did you not notice that Jungkook was falling in love with you? Maybe he hid it really well. You’re confused more than ever now. This is not how things were supposed to be. No feelings just sex, but why did you suddenly see yourself with Jungkook?

“Jungkook, I don’t know.”

“Look you don’t have to say anything now. Think about it ok? I won’t stop loving you though.” His words cause your stomach to flip again.

Jungkook leaves you on your bedsheets soaked in essence from what happened moments ago. When things weren’t so confusing. When it was just you getting pleasure from Jungkook. His confession ruined everything. You couldn’t bear to think about it anymore. You drag yourself to the bath and soak until you’ve forgotten about the night.

Work seems to drag on tonight. Everything seemed to drag on this week. Ever since that night with Jungkook, you haven’t been the same. Your friends noticed but you didn’t dare to tell them. Telling them would make it all real.

“Are you actually going to get some work done tonight?” Taehyung asks as he sweeps the cafe floors. It’s a slow night with only a few students studying but other than that the cafe is quiet tonight.

“Sorry just not feeling good.”

“Are you going to stop moping around and actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you?” Taehyung was one of your best friends you could trust him. So you decide to spill.

“Jungkook confessed to me the other night.”

“Woah Woah Woah. Jeon Jungkook?”

“Yes.”

“The same Jungkook who has the biggest fuck boy reputation on campus? The same person that’s the bro’s before hoes guy?”

“Yes, Taehyung!” You know Taehyung is shocked, but no one is as shocked as you still are.

“What do I do?”

“Honestly I’m at a loss for words.”

“You’re great help Tae.”

“Sorry I just wasn’t expecting Jungkook to actually like you. I know I joke about him being your boyfriend and whatnot, but it’s only to give you a hard time. I actually didn’t think he wanted to be your boyfriend.

“Yeah well, I didn’t think that either, but he does.” You huff. “Wanna know the worst part?”

“What?”

“I- I think I might like him back.”

Taehyung’s jaw drops at your confession.

A/N: Please let me know if you want a part 2!

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