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not to fandom meta tweet twice in one night but i hope hakita releases treachery soon because SOME of you guys have lost sight on gabrielâs character almost completely like this is unreal. like i think you guys just completely forgot what made him appealing in the first place and just started making shit up on your own
i guess this is more of a symptom of fandom drought more than anything LMFAO⊠technically we havent gotten any new information or lore about gabriel since act 2 was released and that was years ago so i guess i shouldnt be surprised
anyways dont forget that gabriel killed the entire council with his own bare hands and cut the head off one of them as proof for the Entire Angel Population to see. and conversely the fact that he was regarded as one of the most popular and well beloved angels due to his radiant personality beforehand, his kindness towards the ferrymen, his genuine blind belief in justice and devotion to god
gabriel is the story protagonist of ultrakill
#ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill#idk its 2am im fucking tired#but im hoping SOME OF YOU#not pointing fingers but you know who you are#can really start approaching things from a new perspective#i dont really trust anyone in this fandom to characterise him properly anymore tbh#he contains multitudes#but you guys seem to be focused on only a few specific parts of his story#thats alright#i get it#but i think you would benefit from a wider pov as well#that said im sick of a lot of gabv1el art#i think it all being so romantic and fluffy is really misinterpreting the core story#not only just because i love the gore and violence of the gore and violence game#but also just.#i think some of you genuinely have media literacy issues#whatever good night
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If there's one thing TGWDLM fans are gonna do, it's think about the implications. And the implications of the opening number are crazy.
So. We know that the show isn't completely chronological since the opening number takes place before the meteor hits. So that song is a sort of "flash forward" moment. But when you think about it, we don't really know how far in the future it takes place.
What we do know is that by the time it's happening, Emma is infected. She has a little solo in it singing about how Paul is pining over a barista
And we know that this is meant to be an infected Emma specifically. Lauren had other characters in the show, if they wanted to avoid the Emma implication they would've just dressed her as one of those.
So we know this is meant to be Emma.
And Emma isn't infected until the very end of the show. She's dragged off stage during the credits. So since she's infected in the opening number, we know the number takes place after the events of the show.
Another important detail is that Paul is infected before Emma. He's the one that passes it on to her.
So back to the opening number, Emma is infected. Which means by just following a simple timeline, Paul must also be infected. He should be singing and dancing, right?
But that's not what happens. Paul misses his entrance.
If Paul is infected, then there's no reason he should be missing his entrance. Furthermore, if he's a part of a hive mind, there's no reason other members of the same hive mind shouldn't know where he is. They are literally all connected by one brain, and yet both Mr. Davidson and Bill express they have no clue where he went.
What I'm saying is that Paul is not infected. He was infected (again, we know that because Emma is infected and he was infected before her) but now he's not anymore.
I'm saying there's a way out of the hive, and Paul found it. That's the only explanation that makes sense given the facts of the situation. Sometime after the events of tgwdlm, Paul is able not only to break out the hive mind, but to hide from it.
And if he broke out, others could do the same. Maybe even Emma.
Edit because a countertheory has emerged: Yes it's possible that everyone is infected the entire time and the show itself is just Pokey replaying the events for the fun of it. But it seems unlikely to me. First of all, each of the Lords in Black has a distinct personality. They all are evil, but within that they seems to fall somewhere on a spectrum of "silly billy" to "prick." For example, Tinky is more of a silly billy. He toys with humans without much of a motive and more for just shits and giggles. But in every instance, Pokey's more on the extreme side of prick.
He's one of the few with an actual motive behind what he does. In Yellowjacket, it's confirmed that Pokotho hates the sound of anyone's voice except for his own. The events of TGWDLM don't happen because Pokey is bored, they happen because he is executing a plan. So I don't think that he would just have them play out their little scenario just to entertain him, especially just one small island? I just feel like he'd be more focused on world domination.
If the theory is that all this is happening after Pokey's already taken over the whole world, no one was successful in stopping him, then yes it's plausible, but still weird. There are a strange amount of things in that show you just think an eldritch god wouldn't include.
Edit 2: New evidence has emerged???
The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals is loosely based off of Invasion of The Body Snatchers. Paul's last name is even a nod to the main character, Matthew. At the end of the film, Matthew survives, and continues living among the infected, pretending to be one of them. And wouldn't that be just such a fun little parallel...
Obviously it doesn't prove anything but the source material doesn't lie folks.
#the implications#starkid#hatchetfield universe#hatchetfield#paul matthews#emma perkins#tgwdlm#the guy who didn't like musicals#npmd#black friday musical#theory#fan theory#jon matteson#lauren lopez
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prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 3. (read 1, 2) tags: dubcon
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The Christmas party presents a whole new challenge in trying to ward Johnny off.
Itâs hard because at first you almost gravitate towards him, weirdly enchanted by his ugly sweater with red reindeer on the sleeves. Itâs only when he finally spots youâand you shudder when you notice the way his eyes scan across the crowd of other employees, seeking you outâand he practically lights up that you snap back to reality.
He blazes a path towards you like a heat seeking missile, dodging around your other coworkers. You stand there awkwardly as he cuts across the room, wondering if maybe you shouldâve just texted your manager some excuse about feeling sick and stayed home. Too late now though.Â
Fortunately for you, the assistant manager intercepts before Johnnyâs able to make it halfway across the room, stepping between the two of you like they donât even realize theyâve interrupted anything. Thereâs a split second where you can see Johnny wrestle with the urge to push them aside, fury clear in his eyes. Maybe only to you. The assistant manager opens their mouth and talks like nothingâs amiss, like it isnât clear that Johnny is only a handful of seconds away from causing serious harm.
Then it passes; recedes into the dark. Johnnyâs blue eyes go pellucid again, unbothered by the real world. The smile that spreads across his face seems sincere; if you hadnât been watching him that entire time, you might not have even thought that heâd harboured any violence inside of him.Â
You saw it though. You saw it.
It makes sense in the context of his background. Youâd never given the ex-military thing much thought, but every so often you can almost feel the ghost of its presence in the back of your mind. When his reflexes kick in or the gleam in his eyes grows dark. He doesnât ever talk about his past life in specifics, only grand overtures meant to distract anyone listening, but what he does reveal sometimes makes your stomach clench.Â
You swallow and turn back to the conversation with your other coworkers, steadfastly avoiding Johnnyâs eyes peeking over the assistant managerâs head.Â
The breakroom is decked out in cheap Christmas decorations, a fiber-optic tree set up in the corner, iridescent bristles shifting colours with every blink. Someone passes you a vaguely alcoholic drink and you sip at it nervously, reaching the bottom of your first cup faster than you anticipated.Â
Your secret Santa gift is on a table just outside the breakroom in the hall, along with all the other gifts. Something about it draws your eyes several times throughout the evening. Maybe something you saw but didnât register. Itâs hard to keep focused on the conversation happening around you when your attention oscillates between Johnny and the gift table, but you respond hastily when someone prompts you to answer.Â
It comes to light when someone clinks a spoon against their glass and directs everyone to gather in the middle of the room. Two of the warehouse guys awkwardly try to bring the table into the room without knocking any of the gifts onto the floor. There are a few casualties, but when they manage to twist it enough to get it through the door, someone pulls up a chair to stand on and read off all of the names to hand out the gifts.Â
Several people coo when youâre revealed as the recipient of Johnnyâs gift. Thereâs no reason for it to come as a shock, but your stomach clenches anyway.
He stands practically right up against you when you open it. You know the second you unwrap it that the delicate bottle of perfume in your hands must have been in the three figures. All you did was get someone a handmade mug from a local craft fair. He stares at you when you unwrap it, beaming when you give him a very controlled thank you because the alternative is screaming that this is way too expensive for you to keep.Â
âYe should put it on,â he tells you, breathing just a little heavier. âReally want ta smell it on ye.â
You donât know what possesses you to give it a spritz on your wrist, letting him guide your hand to dab it against the base of your throat. Itâs intimate enough that his eyes follow the movement of your throat when you swallow, mouth going dry. They drag up to your lips when they part, a hesitant thanks hanging off your tongue.
âJesus Christ, get a room already,â someone near you murmurs, but it doesnât take long for their attention to slip off you as the next gift recipient is announced. Not Johnny though.Â
Your mouth snaps shut.
He hovers at your back for the rest of the gift handouts, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him. You flinch at his bitten off groans whenever you so much as fidget, rubbing against him. Shaking him off seems like a hopeless task until someone asks if you have a lozenge, giving you an excuse to take them to your locker.Â
You can feel him stalking you like a shark around the breakroom when you chat with some of your other coworkers, the smile on your face becoming forced.Â
âDidâya know Johnny actuallyâoh, sorry, burpedâhe actually paid meâŠto get your name?â your coworker giggles, absolutely sloshed. Youâre tipsy too, but her words make you go a bit cold.
âPardon?â you ask. The red cup crackles when your fingers tighten around it.
âHe paid me. Fifty dollars. Jusâ to get your name for theâŠfor the stupid Santa thing. The secret Santa.â
You can feel the way your mouth hangs open, just a bit. Her words echo in your head, the conversation long over. You let her prattle on, still stuck on the thought of Johnny paying someone off just for the opportunity to give you a gift. The longer you stand there and chat with your coworkers, the more difficult it gets to look normal.Â
âIsnât that something?â she prompts, nudging you with an elbow. Even the slightest touch hits you like a battering ram.Â
âYeah,â you parrot back, âitâs something.â
Perhaps youâre overdue for a conversation with Johnny about boundaries. More than overdue. The package has been signed, sealed, and delivered. It was overdue months ago, the day you started working at the same store as him. By now, you shouldâve quit or transferred, hell you shouldâve yelled at him that one time he stopped you in the garden section to apply his own personal Chapstick to your lips (you donât think about how youâd bitten them raw from staring across the row of potted flowers as he stacked bag after bag of fertilizer onto a customerâs pallet before pushing it to their car, his sleeves rolled up and thick biceps on display the whole time).Â
Can anyone blame you for being confused? Itâs obvious what heâs offering. He does nothing to hide it. Itâs also obvious that it would be, unequivocally, a terrible idea to take him up on it.Â
Maybe you just need some fresh air. You make an excuse and peel off from the rest of the group, heading for the door. Someone lurches out of the shadows in the corner before you can make it out.Â
âLook, bonnieâmistletoe,â Johnny teases, not letting you so much as glance up before snatching you by the hips and reeling you into him.Â
The kiss he plants on you is filthy and wet. Open-mouthed too so he can slip you his tongue, licking over the roof of your mouth. Sucking your bottom lip when you canât help the whimper that slips out and he breaks away for only a split second to whisper oh fuck under his breath. Your mind reels when he dives back in for another kiss. Heâs as good of a kisser as you might have expected, messy but forceful, threading a hand into your hair to hold you in place. The way he roots you in place licks at something delicious inside of you, a secret, buried urge.
Johnny finally pulls away when he can no longer convincingly ignore the way you push on his shoulders and squirm in his arms. His lips are wet when he pulls back, a thin strand of saliva clinging between your lips. It breaks when he runs his tongue across the wetness.Â
Someone whistles and Johnny grins from ear to ear, bashful under the joy brimming out of him. You stumble away the second his hands loosen on your hips, wiping a hand across your mouth.
âGood for you, John!â someone shouts through cupped hands and several of your coworkers cackle.Â
This time you actually manage to make it out the door and down the hall to the employee restroom. You spend the next few minutes washing your hands until your fingertips go pruney under the warm water and you try to think of anything except the texture of Johnnyâs lips.Â
You touch your lips no less than three times. Each time, your fingers come back trembling. Itâs what youâd long expected from Johnny, from someone that looks like him, like the physical embodiment of âfor a good time, callâŠâ written in lipstick on the back of a gas station bathroom door.Â
The last thing you want to do is give him an inch, throw him a boneâactually lead him on, as your coworker might say. Still, your finger trembles on your lip. You know heâd make it good. Even if he didnât, looking like that, who could blame you? The thought makes you wince, conscience of objectifying him, but havenât you been subject to worse by now? Youâre due far more than some measly peck for how many times heâs slapped your ass, stolen your scrunchie (two so far), or said something nasty to you.
Itâs not hard to track him down when heâs always hovering nearby, this time just off by the watercooler with your manager and a few other coworkers. The hand not holding a drink is buried deep in his pocket, the smile on his face strained by a mask of politeness; you can tell at a glance that heâs only playing at civility, that heâd rather be anywhere else but chatting with his boss and colleagues at the office party.
When he spots you approaching the group of them, his eyes widen, excitement bleeding back into them. It takes your breath away.
âAh, thereâs your other half, Johnny,â your manager says and you freeze.Â
âAye, so she is. Sheâs a good little kisser, didâye see?â Johnny gushes, pulling you in by the waistband of your pants. Youâre a bit too tipsy to protest when he slips his hand around your waist.Â
It clicks into place. When he pulls you into his side, it feels like slotting into a space made just for you, unwelcome or not. You donât even notice if your other coworkers laugh or not, fixated on his eyes. He can hardly pull them away from you. Every long shift waking up on the sofa in the breakroom with Johnny standing over you, eyes glinting like a predatorâs in the woods, and every coworkerâs joke about being Johnnyâs girl feels like itâs been leading to this. You have to know what itâd be like.Â
âUmâŠJohnny?â you start, tugging on his shirt gently.
âYeah, hen? Whatâs it?â
âCan weâŠumâŠdo you wanna go somewhere more private?â
His breathing stops, body frozen against yours. âYe serious, kitty? Youâre not joking?â
You shake your head. âJustâŠjust one time? Maybe?â
The first sign of movement from him is a full body shudder that nearly makes you step back. The frazzled look in his eyes borders on manic, flitting around the room looking for the nearest exit. Johnny tosses the group some hasty, poorly worded goodbye (you think he even flubs your managerâs name) and tears away from them, you still glued to his side. Someone giggles as you leave. You canât pay them any mind though, not with how frantically Johnny pulls you out of the breakroom and down the hall, his long strides nearly making you trip over your feet.
âJohnnyâslow downââ
âHen, Iâll carry ye over my shoulder to the closet, I swear.â
He nearly barrels you over with how forcefully he pushes you into the closet, hot mouth latched onto the side of your throat. You hear the sound of the lock clicking behind him. The closet is swathed in darkness, only the barest hint of light bleeding through from underneath the doorway. Itâs hardly enough for you to see anything in front of you, but that almost doesnât matter with how Johnny curls around you, his body caging you in against the shelving behind you.Â
âPlease, please, fuck, I cannae believe it, fuckââ Johnny groans into your neck, a pathetic desperate sound that youâve never heard from him before. He even keens a bit. âOh Jesus, baby, Iâve beenâdinnae if ye knew or not, but Iâve been fuckinâ obsessed with ye for ages, Christ.â
You let out a laugh in disbelief, embarrassed by how breathless it sounds. âIâohâI f-figured.â
His hands drag up and down your back, tugging at the fabric of your shirt and practically ripping it out of where itâs been tucked into your pants. If you had buttons, you think youâd burst straight off, zip off the walls and roll under one of the shelves. Johnnyâs eagerness bleeds throughâmonths of barely concealed lust unravelling right in front of you, his hands practically shaking when they grope along your sides and under your breasts. His fingers dig almost painfully into your flesh until you whimper and he murmurs a broken apology into your neck.
âWhaâdâye want, baby? I canâfuck, anything ye want, I promiseââ Johnny begs, the sound almost pitiful. It makes your pussy ache.
âYourâyour mouthââÂ
The speed with which he drops to his knees almost makes you flinch. His kneecaps are only saved by the carpeted floor, present nowhere else in the employee section apart from the supply closets. His hands go to the zipper and button on your jeans, yanking viciously, almost snarling when they donât immediately come undone. When you try to help him, he bares his teeth, more animalistic than youâve ever seen him before.
âDo these fuckinâ pants even come off?â Johnny growls, giving another yank. You hear something rip and wince.
He manages to wrench your pants down until they pool around your ankles, only enough concentration left in him to pull one leg out and drape it over his shoulder.Â
âJohnnyâmy underwearâholy shitââ you gasp when he mashes his face into the crotch of your panties, laving his tongue over the fabric. You can feel the heat of it through the gusset of your underwear, each desperate lick trying unsuccessfully to pull them to the side.Â
âFuck, sâry, baby, Iâll take âem off,â he apologizes, voice muffled where his mouth is still pressed to your pussy. Reluctant to move even an inch away from you.Â
It takes him a couple more seconds before heâs able to move away just long enough to pull your underwear down as well, struggling with getting it over the leg still draped over his shoulder and nearly losing his patience twice over.Â
He takes to eating you out like something heâs done for yearsânaturally. Crudely. Eyes fluttering shut when he drags his tongue from your slit to your clit, unabashedly enjoying himself. His moans drag through you, making you nearly shake right out of your skin. His chin is already wet when you glance down. He spreads your inner lips with two fingers to open you fully to his gaze, lapping at your clit until he can hardly pull his mouth away from your cunt.Â
Johnny drags one of your hands from his hair to cradle the side of his face, turning into your palm to take a deep inhale. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, eyes several degrees hotter when they meet yours through the curtain of his lashes.
âFuckinâ smell like mine too,â he growls. You jolt at his words. He draws a finger into his mouth and gives it a suck, making you trill.Â
âD-donât get any ideas,â you gasp, other hand threading through his hair now, turnabout fair play. âSâjust aâah, ahâa one-time t-thing.â
âAye, one time, one time,â he repeats. âGonna make it so good fâr ye, baby.â
The two fingers spreading you open push against your entrance insistently. The initial stretch makes you tug at his hair, flushing when all that does is make him moan, mouth hung open sluttily. He looks even more strung out than you, eyes dark and heady. Heâs also never looked more attractive.
Shelves jab into the small of your back, the ache growing the longer he keeps you like that with one leg slung over his shoulder, your knees almost buckling. Impossible to concentrate on the voice in your head screaming that this is a bad idea, not when he runs his tongue over your clit and sucks. Not when youâre forced to clamp a palm over your mouth to drown out your sounds.Â
The press of a third finger into you makes you flinch and yank at his hair, harder this time. Hard enough for Johnny to back off, an apology muttered into your wetness. The two splitting you are more than enough, you think, a bit wildly. He shouldnât be prepping you for anything more. Thereâs a furrow to his brows though, a bit of frustration wedged in there. Like putting up with your complaints annoys him just a bit.
âJohnâcâmon, please, not so loud,â you beg.
He pumps his fingers into you, eyes trained on the spot where they disappear. The look in his eyes borders on reverent. âAlways mouthinâ off, huh? Even when Iâm getting ye off? On my knees ân everything?â
âThere are p-people outside,â you hiss, clamping your hand back down over your mouth when he curls his fingers and presses up into you.Â
âYeah?â The question sounds rhetorically, almost a challenge. The smile on his lips goes wicked sharp. âGod, we wouldnae want âem ta hear, huh? What ye pulled me away from the party for?â
You donât know why thatâs what sets you off, but it does, eyes watering with the force of your orgasm. Back arched. Your head aches from where you knocked it back into the shelf behind you. Johnny groans when you clench around his fingers.
Itâs a few seconds before you feel like you can speak again. The first thing you can utter is a hiss when Johnny laps at your slit again, far too sensitive for him to still be touching you.
âYou can, ahâŠyou can let me go now,â you pant. Coming back to your body takes an age, legs still trembling, held up by Johnnyâs hands alone.
His fingers grip harder into your flesh. You stare down at him.Â
âOh, pretty baby,â Johnny coos, eyes black with desire, âweâre jusâ gettinâ started.â
#ceil writing#cod mw2#cod x reader#ikea soap#soap x reader#soap/reader#john soap mactavish#soap mw2#soap cod#soap mactavish#soap x you
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Pairing â Popular Boy! Park Jongseong x Fem! Reader
Synopsis â Jay is the stylish and confident basketball player, always turning heads with his impressive skills and cool demeanor. He's the guy everyone wants to hang out with, known for throwing the best parties and having a great sense of humor. Despite his laid-back vibe, Jay would be dedicated to his sport and academics, coincidentally you are too.
Genre â Smut, Angst
Warnings â MINORS DNI!!, Drinking, Blowjob, Cum Eating, Soft Dom! Jay x Sub! Reader, Crying, Unprotected Sex, Semi Public Sex, Making Out
A/n â This is part 3 of Wanting You Series.
Read Heeseung here.
Jay was the epitome of cool. With his effortless charm and killer basketball skills, he was the heartthrob of the school.
Everyone wanted to be around him, not just because of his talent but also because of his laid-back personality and infectious humor.
He was the guy who threw the best parties, the one who could make anyone laugh, and the one who always seemed to have it all together.
But there was one thing Jay hadnât conquered yet â you. His two other friends tried their luck, but it was Jayâs turn now. He wasnât nervous, though. He knew exactly how to play it cool.
On a specific day Jay was practicing basketball as usual. He was thinking about ways he could swoon you.
Maybe inviting you to one of his parties would be nice, but he knows that Sunghoon and Jake would be there and most likely try to talk to you.
So instead, Jay sauntered over to the vending machine, a basketball casually tucked under his arm.
He noticed a girl trying to look for money, struggling. He walked over and his eyes widened.
It was you. You were pouting and staring at the vending machine in defeat.
âHey,â he said, flashing a sweet smile, âYou need help?â
You looked over at him. You gave him a soft smile, âIf thatâs fine with you. I donât wanna interrupt-â
âNo worries, I have extra money anyways.â He but you off. He slid the money in easily and your drink came down.
He grabbed it and hand it to you, your fingers slightly brushing together. You blushed and thanked him.
Before you could walk away he grabbed your wrist, âYou know, Iâve been meaning to talk to you,â he began. âIâve seen you around, and I think we have a lot in common. Weâre both dedicated to what we love, whether itâs sports or academics.â
You raised an eyebrow, slightly amused and confused, âOh really? And what makes you think that?â
Jay chuckled, âIâve noticed you. Youâre always so focused, whether itâs in class or when youâre working on something. Itâs impressive.â
You couldnât help but smile. âThanks, Jay. That means a lot.â
He grinned. Nowâs his chance, âHow about we hang out sometime? Maybe I can show you some basketball tricks, and you can teach me a thing or two about your favorite subjects.â
You thought about it for a moment, Jays a nice guy, always counting people in and being nice to teachers, you decided to agree. âIâd like that.â
Jayâs eyes twinkled, âGreat. Itâs a date then.â
You eyes almost popped out, âWait I didnât know you meant it as a date-â
âIâll see you later.â He winked and walked away. You stood there shocked.
How would Jake feel about this? You stared down at the ground, you already did something bad enough with Sunghoon.
But Jakeâs been becoming more distant than youâd like. More like now he just sends you short messages. Yeah you still like him, but it feels one sided.
Jake on the other hand was outrageously pissed off. It only took a few students to find out that you and Sunghoon made out on a balcony at a small gathering. A fucking balcony.
He told Sunghoon to meet up with him in a secluded room. Sunghoon came not long after and the first thing he feels is a harsh impact on his face.
âFuck dude! What the hell?â Sunghoon snapped. His brows furrowed.
âYou fucking bastard! You fucked her!â Jake bellowed. Sunghoon rubbed his cheek.
âShe wanted it. After how you were treating her? I donât blame her.â Sunghoon grinned.
âI was fucking doing it cause it was your turn! Doesnât mean you have to guilt trip her into to fucking your weird ass!â He growled. Sunghoon rolled his eyes.
âWell then why did you fuck her? Itâs cause you liked her isnât it? I think itâs too late, she was crying on my dick already-â
Another harsh blow was thrown in Sunghoon face, this time Sunghoon stopped.
He didnât know why he himself was acting like this, maybe it was because he also took a liking to you, but knowing that Jake took your virginity made him feel jealous.
âDonât fucking go near her. Youâre not different from any other person here.â Jake said. His fist clenched almost as if he wanted to punch Sunghoon again.
He left Sunghoon in the room, slamming it shut leaving Sunghoon with his thoughts.
He hissed in pain, rubbing his jaw. He didnât even care if he got a bruise, he felt like he deserved it after saying those things about you.
Maybe he was just jealous in general. You never belonged to him anyway in the first place.
Over the next few weeks, Jay made good on his promise. He would meet you after school, and youâd head to the basketball court.
He showed you how to dribble, shoot, and even a few fancy tricks that left you laughing and breathless.
In return, you helped him with his studies, explaining complex concepts with patience and clarity.
One evening, after a particularly intense game, you both sat on the court, panting and laughing.
Youâre not gonna lie, Jay made you forget about Sunghoon and Jake, for once you felt like you could be yourself with someone thatâs popular.
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything. Jay looked at you, his expression serious for once. âYou know, I never thought Iâd enjoy studying so much,â he admitted. âYou make it fun.â
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. âAnd I never thought Iâd enjoy basketball this much. Youâre a great teacher.â
Jay reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâve really enjoyed these past few weeks,â he said softly. âI feel like Iâve gotten to know the real you, and I like what I see.â
Your heart skipped a beat, âI feel the same way Jay.â
He grabbed the basketball, âItâs getting late. Iâll walk you home?â
You shyly smiled, âIf thatâs fine with you.â
You both left the gym and walked to your house, you liked how it wasnât to far from the college.
It was a comforting silence as you and Jay walked side by side. The wind blowing softly.
Once you made it home you turned towards Jay, âThank you for walking me home. I appreciate it.â
He shrugged, âItâs no problem. Pretty girls like you shouldnât be walking home alone anyway.â
You blushed and opened your door, bidding him goodbye. As you opened the door Jay thought this was the perfect time.
âHey, do you wanna go to a party?â He suddenly asked. You stopped walking and turned to him, âA party? Iâm not really a fan of those.â
Jay pondered, âWell Iâll be with you, so you donât need to worry. Just think about it?â
You nodded. You didnât know why you couldnât say no, maybe it was because you felt comfortable with him and feel yourself slowly slipping into his tricks that you donât know of.
The party was thrown at his house from what he told you. You bit your lip, anxiously walking past a group of people making out or dancing. The music was loudly booming in your ear.
Jays house was big, you knew you could get lost if youâre drunk. Before you could continue looking for Jay a harsh grab was met with your arm causing you to yelp.
Your eyes widened when you were face to face with Jake, âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
You gave him a confused look, âJ-Jay invited me. What are you doing here?â
Jake shook his head, he looked mad, âGo home Y/n. Iâll text you later.â
You suddenly felt that pang of anger and hurt in your chest like how you felt when Sunghoon told you about Jake. You ripped your arm away.
âText me later? Only for you to not text me at all!â You snapped. Jake stared at you shocked, he didnât expect you to be mad.
âListen Y/n baby I can explain later but right now go home because-â
âY/n?â A voice interrupted. You saw Jay pushing pass people and making his way towards you guys. Jake cursed and ran a hand through his hair.
Jay gave him a look that looked like he was saying âback off.â Jay softly grabbed your wrist, âWanna go get a drink?â He asked.
You looked over at Jake and saw him giving you what seems like a pleading look. You felt hurt that he lied to you, and he would probably do it again.
You averted your gaze back to Jay, âY-Yeah letâs go.â You said. Jay smiled at you and looked at Jake before walking you to the kitchen.
He filled a cup and handed it to you, âYou okay? You look upset.â
You gulped the drink in one go, leaving Jay speechless, are they sure youâre innocent?
âIâm fine. A lot of things happened these past few weeks. I just wanna forget them.â You croaked. Jay rubbed your back in understanding.
âI know how that feels. Wanna go to a more quiet area?â He questioned. You filled up your cup and gulped down your drink again. Jay was starting to worry youâre gonna get drunk.
So far it looks like itâs kicking in a little, so he stops you, âDonât drink your emotions away. Thatâs bad.â
You give him a teary eyes look, âWhy is everyone after me?â You hiccuped.
Jay paused. He suddenly felt bad, you looked stressed. He grabbed your arm and took you upstairs, not knowing that someone saw you guys leaving.
He opened a door and brought you in, setting you on the bed. You let your tears fall free as Jay sat next to you.
âYou can let it out. Itâs okay.â He whispered. You broke down in his arms while he rested his head on top of yours.
He didnât know what happened between you, Jake, and Sunghoon. But heâll make sure to give them a lecture when he sees them again.
You lifted your head up, no longer crying, but giving him a look, âJay, has anyone ever told you were handsome?â
Jay gave you a flustered look, âSometimes? Itâs not new thatâs for sure.â He joked. You giggled and before he could laugh he felt your lips pressing against his.
He felt himself slowly closing his eyes, your lipgloss sticky and sweet. He softly broke the kiss.
The way he stared into your eyes made yourself feel sober.
He leaned in closer, his eyes locked on yours. âDo you wanna do this?â
You felt a pressure spread across your chest. âPlease Jay.â You whispered. And thatâs all he needed before pressing his lips against yours.
You felt impatient and broke the kiss and lowered yourself. You began unbuckling his belt and pulled them down with his boxers.
He hissed when he felt the cold air hit his dick, it was hard and leaking with precum. You stroked his dick softly, he groaned when you softly squeezed it.
âI-Iâve never gave anyone a blowjob before.â You admitted. Jay chuckled and rubbed your head.
âIâll teach you princess.â He rasped. He slightly lowered your head, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.
Jay cursed at the view and softly placed his dick in your mouth. He sighed in measure when he felt you closing your mouth around him.
âHollow your mouth.â He commented. You felt yourself breathing deeply before hollowing your cheeks, trying to take him in.
You felt your eyes prick with tears, feeling him deep in your throat. Your moaning cause vibration go through his dick making him throw his head back, moaning.
He started to go a bit faster, thrusting in your wet mouth. You felt his hands tighten on your hair and his dick twitching.
âShit princess Iâm gonna cum.â He moaned. He took his dick out while you stuck your tongue out, your expression pushing him on the edge, he stroked his dick as cum dropped on your mouth.
You felt yourself feel even more wet than before, wanting his cum in you. You stood your ground and pushed him on the bed, kissing him fast and sloppy, he wasnât complaining.
You took off your shirt and bra, revealing your perky tits. Jay felt himself get hard again, âYou seem confident.â
You giggled, it was definitely the alcohol in your system. He suddenly flipped you two over and went on top of you. He kissed along your jaw and took off his shirt too, his tan body making you drool.
He was now completely bare while you still had your skirt on. He pulled them down and prodded at your underwear.
He felt impatient and moved your underwear to the side, âShit youâre so wet.â He mumbled. You sighed when you felt him sliding his dick between your folds, biting your lip.
He groaned when he finally slid in, he already knew you were prepped, with the way Jake and Sunghoon looked at you in the hallway thereâs no way they havenât fucked you.
You still felt a bit tight so he waited until you felt comfortable and telling him to move. He first went at a slow pace, enjoying your expressions.
âPlease faster Jay!â You cried out. You didnât need to tell him twice. He suddenly thrusted at a fast pace making you arch your back.
He cursed and kissed your jaw again. He couldnât help but let out a soft moan when his dick was being sucked in.
He picked you up and went near a wall, facing you towards it and slamming his dick back in to you. You cried out in pleasure feeling him deeper in you.
âYouâve been fucked how many times? And youâre still so tight.â He groaned. You whimpered and grind back.
You felt your orgasm coming and whined, âIâm gonna cum Jay!â You moaned. He put his hand on your clit, rubbing it fast. Your eyes rolled back, feeling your orgasm wash through you.
You felt your legs shake, feeling like not being able to stand up, âJ-Jay please cum inside. Iâm on birth control.â You whispered.
Jay came from hearing that, cumming inside you. You sighed feeling his cum fill you up. He pulled out and picked you up, setting you on the bed softly.
He went to the bathroom and took out a wet rag, wiping you slow, making sure not to hurt you in any way.
âThank you Jay.â You said.
Jay gave you a smile, âFor what?â
âFor taking care of me. These past few days you made me feel better.â You replied. Jay didnât reply, instead he softly kissed your cheek.
But Jay likes proving that sometimes, the coolest guys are the ones who are the most genuine and caring.
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" you're safe with me "
pairing : joshua hong x gn!reader
"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"
warnings : none
word count : 0.4 k
a/n : this was supposed to be posted yesterday, OOPSIE !! also ! i've had a couple people ask about a taglist , so if anyone would like to be tagged in this series or for a specific member feel free to send an ask or comment (:
Meeting Joshua's childhood friends was one of those ideas that's good in theory, but not so much in practice.
What you thought was going to be a short, easy-going dinner to catch up and possibly ice cream afterward turned into hours of bar-hopping and blaring music. Neither of those things you're rather opposed to per se, but the bar they wanted to visit next was in an unfamiliar part of town, with people you've only just met, and it's nearly one in the morning. So your nerves start to get the better of you.
"You okay?" Joshua leans down to whisper in your ear when your grip on his hand tightens. You just nod in response, too focused on keeping pace with the group to voice your worries.
"There it is!" One of his friends shouts, arm extended towards a building with multiple glowing neon signs and music pumping inside that can be heard from down the street. The building itself looks sketchy at best and the crowd waiting to get in even more so. Even Joshua, who's never been opposed to a little adventure, seems hesitant. He stops just a few feet from the back of the line.
"Guys wait up, are you sure this place is okay?"
His friends shrug, "Yeah, it's totally chill in there! We know people that come here all the time." They waste no time hopping in line and striking up a conversation with the group of three men in front of them. They're all pretty tall and bulky, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel like prey.
You really don't want to be here, but you also don't want to ruin Joshua's time with his friends he hasn't seen in years. So you tuck yourself closer into Joshua and divert your eyes to the unwashed cement below.
Joshua turns himself away from the group to shield you and mumbles low enough for only you to hear. "Hey, you're safe with me." His words prompt you to lift your head and meet his gaze. You swear you've never seen him look so serious in his life. "If you're uncomfortable just give the signal and we'll leave, okay?"
"I don't like it here," is all you say, and that seems to be enough for him to understand.
"Sorry guys," he announces to his friends. "It was nice catching up, but I've got an early schedule tomorrow. So I think I'm gonna call it a night."
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Romantic expectations and the story we didn't see: A magic trick hiding in plain sight
Here's a hopeful meta for all my fellow celestial brainrot sufferers out there. Cheers! :)
This idea started as a dead end, trying to track the movements of Crowleyâs sideburns/tattoo because I thought time travel shenanigans were afoot. I had to abandon that theory when it was pointed out that David was simultaneously filming as the sideburns-having Fourteenth Doctor, and in-universe Crowley can do whatever he wants with his facial hair whenever he feels like it. But hey - null findings are still findings!
On the bright side, pausing the show to make notations in a spreadsheet forced me to slow down and notice other changes I'd overlooked the first time around: acting choices, costuming choices, references to book lore. And possibly a few surreptitious flicks of the wrist, in places where weâre meant to be focused on the magicianâs other hand.
@amuseoffyre and @ineffablefood had a great exchange recently about romance and âthe significance of misdirection and three-in-one (magic) tricksâ throughout the show. I suspect Neil has done something brilliant with the audienceâs long-standing expectations (since the 1990s, really) for the love story between Crowley and Aziraphale to develop. And while it is a wonderful story indeed, playing to this expectation lets Neil distract his audience from the blink-and-you'll-miss-them seeds he's planting for the final chapter.
Continued below the cut...
Letâs start at the beginning of Episode 2. First, context: In the previous installment, Crowley stormed out of the bookshop, was whisked away to Hell by Beelzebub where he learns about the Book of Life threat to Aziraphaleâs existence, then returned to the bookshop to dance a little apology dance and hide Gabriel with an unintentionally massive joint miracle. In S2E2, we and Shax catch up with Crowley as he's snoozing in the Bentley.
Shax: âYouâre in troubleâ
A. J. Crowley, cool as a cucumber: âObviously. Former demon, hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?â
Interesting! Sarcastic? Yes, absolutely; but thatâs also a good 4500 years and an averted apocalypse away from âIâm a demon. I lie,â wouldnât you say? Someone is sounding a whole lot less depressed and aimless and navel-gazey (do snakes have navels?), and a whole lot more like heâs got a project to focus on, since his "what's the point?" ruminations on the park bench in E1.
And of course we all noticed the costume change right away. Hello, black turtleneck. Feeling cute today, thought Iâd cover up my graceful long neck? That sounds unlikely. Letâs put a pin in this one.
Thereâs also an interesting acting choice going on here. Crowley speaks to Shax in a funny, drawling, too-cool-for-you voice that we havenât heard in a while. Specifically, not since 1967. If you go back and give the S1E3 scene in the Dirty Donkey a listen, youâll hear it (and if you know of another instance of it that I've missed, please let me know!). In S2E2, he keeps up this odd voice (if anybody knows what kind of affect this is supposed to be, please do tell!) throughout this dialogue with Shax, except for the brief moment when she first surprises him about the joint miracle having been detected.
1967 was a fun year. Crowley masterminded a heist! And seemed like he was having a ball doing it, right up until his little caper was called off after Aziraphale brought him the thermos of holy water. Crowley spoke to his co-conspirators in that same funny, very 60âs-caper-film voice. He wore a hip 60âs turtleneck. He bought petrol for the only time ever, so he could get those sweet James Bond bullet hole decals for his car (per the book, seen on the Bentley in the show).
Those James Bond bullet hole decals would of course have been part of a promotion for this 1967 release, which you just know our film-enjoying demon went to see in the theater:
Starring this suave, be-turtlenecked guy:
And now - begging your forgiveness - a brief rant.
There are a number of posts out there that refer to Crowleyâs S2E2 turtleneck as a flirtatious sartorial choice - actually, âsluttyâ seems to be the favored accusation. There are even a few posts floating around commenting on how sweet it is that Crowley swaps out his slutty, kinky, throw-me-over-your-desk-and-take-me turtleneck for a more dressy and appropriate collared shirt specifically to attend Aziraphaleâs Jane Austen ball.Â
Now this is all in good fun, and Crowley does indeed look fantastic here, and I do love a good fangirling sesh as much as the next person. However, fandomâs collective tendency to interpret what we are seeing on the screen through the lens of romantic expectation can, at times, give rise to a kind of blinkered enthusiasm that obscures the original text in a haze that is part Mandela Effect, part unrestrained horniness, and part in-group code talking and identity reinforcement.
Respectfully, Crowleyâs black turtleneck does not appear at all in S2E5: The Ball. In fact, it never appears again after the end of S2E2.
For Someoneâs sake, letâs collectively pull our heads out of the romantic fog/gutter for a moment and focus on what we are actually seeing in the book and on the screen. For Crowley, this is an uncharacteristic within-period costume change. There is a surreptitious flick of the wrist happening here, out in broad daylight, and we are all missing it.
So hereâs a thing. Aziraphale appears to have settled comfortably into life on Earth, his neighborhood, his books, using Crowley as an outlet for sharing his good deeds that he would once have reported to Heaven. Meanwhile, at first glance, Crowley appears stuck in a rut. There he slouches on a park bench with Shax in S2E1: a guy who lives in his car, stagnantly clinging to old familiar habits, mulling over the pointlessness of it all.
Setting aside the bit about living in the Bentley (Iâm going to attribute this to well-documented issues between him and Aziraphale, discussed in many other excellent metas, and move on), Crowley has at least two very good, proactive reasons for maintaining his contact with Hell through Shax. First and foremost, itâs a source of information he can use to keep ahead of potential threats to Aziraphale and himself.
But also, I would positâŠhe kinda likes it.
Recall that book GO was first conceived as a parody, with Aziraphale and Crowley as spy-against-spy (but not really) field operatives in an ages-old cold war between Heaven and Hell. Their entire book dynamic is rooted in the trope of two opposing agents who have been in the field for so long that they now have more in common with each other than with their respective head offices. Their St. Jamesâs Park meetings among other spies and ministers trading secrets are a sendup of what was once a well-known Cold War-era clichĂ©.Â
Our contemporary Crowley still likes slick outfits and hellaciously expensive watches and high-performing vintage cars and pens that write underwater while looking like they could break the speed limit. He coaches Shax on how to blend in as a demon on Earth, and he helpfully redirects the wayward contact looking for the Azerbaijani sector chief. He loves improvising and getting away with shenanigans under the institutional radar. And boy golly was he impressed with Jane Austen: master spy, brandy smuggler, and mastermind of the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery.Â
And if you look at it a certain way, for as long as Crowley has considered himself to be on â[his] own sideâ - going at least as far back as Job - he could almost think of himself as a sort of double agent. Itâs actually a very romantic sort of notion, befitting our hopeless romantic of a (professedly former) demon; but itâs romantic in a very different way than we, the audience, have been primed to watch for.
In other words, in a very âon my own sideâ kind of way, Crowley really gets a kick out of being a spy. Or at least, dressing up and accessorizing as one, and moonlighting as a good-doing double agent when he can get away with it. And also being a plotting criminal mastermind. Two sides of a coin, really. Just look at Jane Austen.
My point is: No, Crowley did not wait around for Shax to come find him in a turtleneck so that he could go flirt with Aziraphale later. Heâll flirt with Aziraphale no matter what. No, this:
is actually this:
Much like the one he wears to the Dirty Donkey in 1967:Â
whilst holy water heist-plotting. Here's a clearer shot with gratuitous Bentley, because I love them:
âŠand which he'll wear again, with appropriate camouflage, while infiltrating Heaven in S2E6:
That is the 1967 planning a HEIST turtleneck for committing ESPIONAGE and STEALING THINGS in. Because turtlenecks are what modern human master spies wear to get their hands dirty - after all, he saw it in a movie once.Â
Crowley dons his tactical turtleneck sometime during the first major break in the action (which doesn't happen until after the joint miracle to hide Gabriel) after he learns about the threat the Book of Life poses to Aziraphale. Loverboy started mentally preparing himself to go after that book immediately upon learning that it was in play as a genuine threat.Â
Now letâs pick up at the S2E2 Dirty Donkey scene, reading the story from this angle. Of course, Crowley enables Aziraphaleâs delusions about Heaven by hiding information from him, and does not disclose the Book of Life threat when they meet again. They go into the pub, Aziraphale shamelessly paws Crowleyâs chest like the seductive Bond Girl he is, and Crowley gets to act all smooth and suave and intimidating as he chases off the interloping Mr. Brown (or Mr. Collins for the Pride & Prejudice fans, take your pick).
Ergo, theory: beginning in S2E2, Crowley is already thinking of himself as a Jane Austen/James Bond action hero (âHow will our hero cope?â), psyching himself up to rescue Aziraphale by getting his spy game on and stealing the Book of Life.
Now, watch closely...This is where Aziraphale and Crowley brainstorm their plans to solve the problem they both know about: getting Maggie and Nina to fall in love and thereby get Heaven off their backs. Crowleyâs vavoom plan is drawn from yet another movie (âGet humans wet and staring into each otherâs eyes - vavoom, sorted. I saw it in a Richard Curtis film.â). But Crowley also implicitly shares his solution to the problem he hasnât told Aziraphale about. And true to form, Crowleyâs Jane Austen solution isnât the same as Aziraphaleâs Jane Austen solution.Â
Two solutions that fail by the end of Season 2, and a secret third one that might still work...and there's our magic trick of three.
ââIâm lost. Am I doing a rainstorm?â Yes, babe. And a heist, too - just not until season three. Can I get a wahoo!?Â
I wonât spend time on A Companion to Owls during this meta, except to note that in all three minisodes, we get to watch stories that involve Crowley acting as a double agent on âhis/their own sideâ - successfully making Hell and Heaven think heâs fulfilling their will while saving Jobâs goats and children; failing to fool Hell when he does a good deed in Edinburgh; and of course, collaborating with Aziraphale whilst evading detection as an infernal turncoat during the Blitz.
(Because this is getting long, I'll also skip over Crowley's interrogation of Jim in this episode - I'll probably come back to that in another meta. But interrogating is a rather spy-ish thing to do.)
When we catch up with Crowley again later, heâs already slipped out of the bookshop, having left Aziraphale to his biblical reverie about Job. He saunters snakily down Whickber Street as usual, but with a very pointed and swift glance over his shoulder (see pic above). This demon is up to something - possibly something we didnât get to see, something that may have happened offscreen while he stepped out. In any case, knowing thereâve been unfriendly angels in the neighborhood that morning, heâs rightly concerned about being spied on.
From this point until the beginning of episode six, there isnât a whole lot of opportunity for Crowley to make any next moves. He babysits the bookshop, during which time he manages to wring some crucial information out of Jim; he follows his Crowleyâs Angel around like a puppy, and downs a bottle of red like a good old fashioned lovesick boy once thatâs been pointed out to him. If any plotting or scheming is underway, this occult being is keeping stumm for now.
This has been a long one, so Iâll wrap up with Crowleyâs infiltration of Heaven with Muriel. The turtleneck disguise works (Archer fans, be vindicated!) long enough to gather some information that will be crucial not just to the denouement of S2, but also to Crowleyâs journey in S3 (previous post on Crowley's Fall, Saraqael, and memory wiping). And Aziraphale gets to enjoy that view exactly zero times. The point isnât oh, a turtleneck! How flirty! So cunty! So cute! Yâall. Everything matters. The costume change was a deliberate choice. In-universe, Crowleyâs decision to wear his special spy turtleneck for spying in is a signal that he is out doing spy things, even as we watch.
In sum: Beginning in S2E2 and continuing through the end of the season, Aziraphale and Crowley are actively living out the scripts of two parallel, concurrent, and completely different Jane Austen stories. But you and I, dear fellow audience member, we came here for a comedy with a hefty jigger of romance, and thatâs what Neil gave us to focus on. And right up until the Final 15, that was the only story we saw.
Meanwhile, Special Agent A. J. Crowley doesnât have time to mope around at the end of S2E6. Heâs kicked down, but heâs not out. He's got a Book of Life to steal, a very serious bone to pick with a certain memory-wiping angel, and his Angel and the world to save.Â
ââHeigh ho,â said [romantic, optimist, former demon, hero, master spy] Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway.â
#so honestly#I think the biggest mark against this conclusion is that Crowley sees his mirror Maggie taking a nap at the end of S2E6#there is a strong chance of a depression nap before any further spying gets underway#but I am counting on Muriel to be a dorky ray of sunshine and snap him out of it with Clues#good omens#good omens meta#good omens 2#crowley in a turtleneck#demon bookseller plantdad spy
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spur of the moment (ldh) | pt. 2
please read part 1 before reading to better understand the story!
haechan x afab!reader
wc: 10k (...)
warnings: MDNI, fluff and (mostly) smut, dirty thoughts, inexperienced!haechan, a first hangout, reader finds fleshlight, handjob, handjob with a fleshlight, mention of a dildo, ruined orgasm, slight nipple play, dirty talk, they are both very shameless and perverts, fingering, unprotected sex (NOOO!!!), no clear dynamics but they both talk so much, they like it a lot
a/n: happy new years everyone! first fic of the year will be part two! thank u all so much for the support on the first part! i enjoyed writing this and i hope u guys like it as much as i do⊠please let me know what u guys think!!
the next day, haechan debates on whether or not he wants to go to class.
it doesnât help that you came out in his dream, squirming under him and asking to be filled up by his cock. itâs nothing he hasnât experienced (heâs not a pervert, he swears), but after last night, it all feels new to him. the thought of being so close to you and not being able to do anything about it makes him feel a little crazy. then again, he can always just ask you to hang out.
itâs really not that easy, he thinks. youâre kinda way out of his league and he wonders if you even remember his name. you seem to talk to a select few in your shared class, which makes haechan wonder why you chose to talk to him that specific morning. it wasnât serious or anything, but he wishes he would have seemed a little cooler. curse his only-shy-on-first-meetings self.
today is slightly different though, when he enters the classroom five minutes before, he doesnât see you in your normal spot, laptop out and your journal filled with handwritten notes in front of you. he scans the room to realize that youâre not even there. he feels relieved yet disappointed as he takes his seat. he swears that he had enough confidence to talk to you today, but it turns out he wonât be able to live it out.
once he settles with that thought, a minute before the class starts, the door slams open and you rush in. realizing that your seat has been taken by someone else, you look for any empty seats. thereâs only one close to the front.
while haechan lazily scrolls through his phone, he realizes someone is rushing down his row, stopping right at the empty seat next to him. he looks up to see you smiling down at him, âcan i sit here, haechan?â
his whole body goes rigid, mouth slightly open as he stares at you for a moment too long. you look away at his intense eye contact, to which he notices and quickly motions for you to sit down. you thank him quietly, moving fast to get yourself set up. while youâre setting up, you accidentally bump your arm against his, causing his breath to hitch. you take it as slight annoyance, âsorry haechan!â you send an easy smile towards him, but that only reminds him of last night.
he canât focus throughout the lecture. youâre sitting right next to him, minding your business, all while dirty thoughts of you and him replay in his mind. he wonders if you would reach over and whisper in his ear, begging to let you touch him during class. the back of his neck feels hot, and he tries to stop the blush that threatens to form on his cheeks. he would rather die than get horny in class.
he takes a few deep breaths, trying to focus on his professor droning on about utilitarianism. he takes a peek over at you scribbling down notes. you have a slight frown on your face coming from how hard youâre focusing on writing down notes. your focus breaks when you feel a pair of eyes on you, and you turn to look at haechan. he immediately turns to typing his notes on his laptop, and you can see how his skin has turned a pretty shade of pink on his cheeks.
youâve had your eyes on him since you asked him how his morning was. you found it cute how he stuttered when you asked, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you. later that night, you tried to search him on instagram, and lo and behold, there he was, a private account with 90 followers to his name. you decided to hold off from talking to him, seeing if he would ever make a move on you.
now that you can visibly see how nervous he is just by you sitting next to him, you know you have to do something about it. you canât wait until class ends.Â
when class ends, haechan tries to see how fast he can make his escape. completely ignoring how he stood in front of his mirror this morning planning what he wanted to say to you, he wonders if he could just slip past you. he shoves his laptop into his backpack and tries to beeline out the door as soon as his professor ends class.Â
before he can make it out though, a hand grabs his arm, and he turns to look down at you. a sickly sweet smile adorned on your face as you ask, âwhat are you going to do after class, haechan?â
itâs as if you could see right through him, his actions from last night plastered on his face as he answers you, âum, i was probably going to go back to my apartment to look over today's notesâŠâ a complete lie, he was going to go back to his apartment to think about his utter failure today. maybe even get off to the thought of you again, how nice it felt to have you so close, how you basically touched him today, how sweet your smile was.
âthatâs perfect actually! i wanted to ask if you wanted to go over the lecture together. you seemed a little distracted today,â you let out a small laugh, seeing how different his demeanor was while you were next to him. he wanted to look cool in front of you, but instead you saw how shy he was. he was so loud with his friends, but with new people, especially with someone like you, he couldnât help being like this.
âyeah, thatâs- i can do that with you,â heâs not really looking at you, and when he gets up, he tries not to invade your personal space. you remove your hand from him and he wishes he could grab it back. he wishes he could intertwine his hand with yours and show everyone that youâre his. but for now, he follows you out of class like a lost puppy.Â
âi would invite you over to my place,â he stops in his tracks and you look back at him, âbut i have a roommate there right now.â he feels a little disappointed. he wouldâve liked to see your room, be surrounded by your smell, to have you so close to him. then again, heâs not sure if heâd be able to hold back. as soon as youâd come close to him in your private space, heâd probably get hard on the spot.
he rushes to at least hold open the door for you, and you cock your head to the side and ask, âwhat about you? would it be okay to go to your place?â
youâre both standing there in the hallway of your classâs building. he thinks about it, he really tries to think of it. theres pros and cons to you being in his apartment. pros: youâd be there, and in the comfort of his own space, heâd feel a bit more confident. cons: youâd be there, heâs not sure how heâd feel about you being in the area where he just fucked a fleshlight thinking of you.
he messes with his fingers and bites the inside of his cheek, thinking about what he should do. he lets out a small breath and quietly says, âyou can come over. i live by myself, so we can study there.â
you grin at his words, happy that you were able to persuade him. youâve seen him talk to his friends, always leading the conversation, always making them laugh. so to see him rendered like this makes you wonder what heâs hiding. you can tell he likes you, but thereâs something under his embarrassment, something he would never tell anyone. you'll find out today one way or another.
âdid you come walking here? because i did,â you ask.
âno, i get here by carâŠâ his sentence trails off and you give him a questioning look. his mouth opens and closes before he says, âwould you like me to drive you?â
you laugh at him, your shoulder bumping into him, making him flinch a little. âi would love that.â
a shy smile appears on his face and you canât help but smile back at him. he leads you to his car while you try to make small talk with him. you ask how the class has been for him, ask if living alone is nice, ask about his hobbies. he answers in short sentences, frustrated with himself for not being able to match your energy. he knows he can carry conversation, his own friends telling him he needs to learn how to shut up, but he just canât do it now. heâs too concerned with his own thoughts.
he wonders if people are looking at the two of you heading to the parking lot. he wonders if you both look like a couple, talking like you both have known each other for a long time. haechan knows he wouldnât normally be seen with someone like you, someone who seems too good for him. if he would tell his friends who heâs with right now, heâs sure that theyâd call him a liar.
none of that really matters though, not when youâre walking side by side with him, your comforting personality putting him at ease. heâs sure that as long as he gets more chances to talk to you, heâd be able to comfortably talk to you. he feels good with you here, but itâs hard to ignore the little twinge of guilt at the back of his head. he tries to pretend he wasnât furiously masturbating to the thought of you the night before, but itâs hard to ignore.
he unlocks his car and invites you in, and you happily call shotgun even if no one else is around. even though heâs nervous, he tries to start the conversation first, âyou can put on music if you want, itâs not too far of a drive anyways.âÂ
âi think iâm good, iâd rather talk to you more than anything,â you say with a sly smile. he feels a small blush form on his face. he can tell you notice it too when you chuckle at him, he covers his face with his hands. while youâre laughing at him, you put your hand down on his thigh. he immediately sits straight up, probably- no, definitely, red all over. he starts the car as fast as he can to try to stop thinking about how warm your hand was on his thigh.
itâs only twenty minutes, he thinks, twenty minutes of being trapped in a small space with you. you just touched him, and now it feels hard for him to breathe in his own car. the thought of fucking you in the backseat of his car creeps into his mind, and he feels relieved that you canât secretly read his mind. you would both rush to the back, your hot touch all over as you fervently grind down onto him.
he can feel his dick begin stirring in his sweats, and he remembers you are quite literally sitting right there next to him. heâs scared to look at you, scared youâve found out that heâs kind of a freak when it comes to you. but when he looks, heâs greeted by the simple sight of you staring out the window, your cheek resting on your hand. it puts him at ease, makes him want to reach over to your other hand and hold onto it.
he realizes he likes seeing this version of you. you look so calm, free from the stress of lecture, relaxed by the view of the pretty scenery around you. he smiles at you, admiring you from afar, despite the close distance you two share. he lets go of the breath he was holding, wills his away semi-hardon, and clears his throat. âcan i ask why you wanted to talk to me today?â
âiâm not really sure either,â you answer honestly, âiâve talked to a few people in class but none of them interest me as much as you do.â haechan isn't really sure what you mean yet, so he waits for you to continue. before you do though, you move out of the position youâve been in, arms stretching in front of you. what seems so innocent deems quite differently for haechan. he sees how your boobs are pushed together, a small moan slipping out of your lips. he has to look away for a moment.
âi think it has to do with the fact that i know how much you stare at me.â you answer, shifting your body to face him.
he immediately spills out apologies, âi didnât mean to make you uncomfortable! you just happen to sit in front of me so- i didn't-â
itâs your turn to apologize, âno! i didnât say i didnât like it,â his head whips to look at you for a moment, âitâs just, you never came up to me, never said hi, just stared.â he feels his face heat up, realizing he wasnât as discreet as he thought he was. all the time he spent daydreaming about you in class never went unnoticed, he simply was too lost in his fantasies to realize you were staring right back. âi always wondered what you were thinking, for a second i even thought you hated me.â
he shakes his head, one that feels like itâs saying that he could never hate you. âwhatâs your major?â he questions.
âpsychology.â you smirk and he immediately nods, knowing fully well you can probably read him like an open book. you laugh hard at this, and haechan realizes how much he likes hearing you laugh, hearing how youâre laughing at his jokes. he realizes heâs getting in too deep when he doesnât just have these sexual thoughts about you, but also thoughts of just being around you feel like theyâre enough.
âweâre almost there, just a few more minutes,â haechan says, and he kind of wants you both to stay like this in the comfort of his car. heâs used to it now, talking to you in this small bubble. he feels a little less shy, a little more like the man he thought he was last night.
âthatâs good,â a yawn cuts you off, âi was getting a little tired of being in here.â
âgetting bored of me that fast?â he teases, happy with how heâs opening up.
you softly laugh, âno, itâs just that i fell asleep kinda late last night. kept thinking about this essay i donât know how to start.â
he hums at that, âno, i get it. i was up late last night, too.â and as soon as he says it, he regrets it. thereâs a small chance you might ask him what he was doing, but thereâs also a big chance you might just agree and move on. he hopes, he prays that you could just talk about that essay-
âwhat were you up to so late?â you ask, no harm behind your words.
he feels hot at the back of his neck, his grip tightens on the wheel as he tries to come up with an answer. well, he knows what the answer is, fucking a fleshlight to the thought of you, but he canât exactly say that. âwell- there was- no, still is-â he takes a breath before speaking again, âthereâs a special event for this game i play online. i was stuck at my desk all day,â he nervously laughs, trying to deflect his own thoughts.Â
you brush past his words, seemingly convinced, âyouâll have to teach me how to play sometime.â
he nods, smiling due to the image in his head. buying another gaming chair, seated right next to you as you clumsily press down on the keys on his keyboard. heâll groan in frustration with you when you die, heâll laugh when you absolutely miss a shot, he'll celebrate your first win. heâll plant a messy kiss to your cheek as you thank him for teaching you. heâll do it all.
he lets you know which is his apartment complex, âitâs not anything crazy, but itâs done what it needs to do.â
âiâm sure itâs fine, probably better than how my roommate leaves the apartment looking,â you joke, and he wonders if youâd say yes if he asked you to move in one day. of course, he knows this is literally the first day he's talked to you, but he canât keep these feelings from floating around in his head.Â
he parks his car and you both head inside. itâs relatively silent, save for the small gasp you let out at how the inside looks nice. once you make it to the elevator, he presses the seventh floor button. he didnât really think about it before, but he realizes how nice you smell. if you were already dating, heâd hold you in a backhug, pressing his nose to your neck, inhaling your scent as the elevator rolls up. but for now, all he can do is rock back and forth on his heels as he waits for the elevator doors to open, freeing his mind from your scent.
you both safely make it to his apartment and he fishes out his keys from his jacket pocket. he unlocks the door, holding it open for you as you thank him and step inside. he flicks on the light switch and you stand there, taking in his apartment.
itâs simple enough for a man in college. it reflects how you see him, and you canât help the grin that forms on your face, âthis is just like you, haechan.â
heâs a little nervous, hands slightly sweaty seeing you in his apartment, âgood or bad?â
âgood! it also smells nice in here.â
your comment surprises him a little. he doesnât really use any candles or sprays, which sounds gross, but he also doesnât leave his place messy. he doesnât like artificial scents, too much for his nose and gives him small headaches. as far as heâs concerned, what youâre smelling is purely him. this realization makes his heart beat a little faster, the back of his neck becoming hot.
âthank you,â a genuine smile crosses his face, and you beam back at him, âyou can put your stuff here, we can study here in the living room.âÂ
you move to sit in front of the small coffee table next to his couch. you look nice in his place, like youâve always been there. you unload your items, looking up to him and patting the spot right next to you. âiâm gonna go to my room really quick, i just need to check on something.â
you playfully tell him to hurry and he salutes you, trotting to his room. he quietly locks the door and assesses the state of his room. itâs not horribly messy, so he leaves it be. his conscious tells him to go to the restroom and freshen up a little. he looks at himself in the mirror, his face reflecting back at him. he remembers last night, in this exact spot, wishing you were there with him as he got off to you. except now, youâre here, and he feels a little guilty.
he moves to wash his hands and splatters some water in his face. he huffs, then messes with his hair, trying to make it look a little better for you. when he feels ready, he walks out of the restroom, and takes one last peek into his room. though he was begging for your touch last night, heâs content just with your presence here, happy that you decided on your own that you wanted to be here with him.Â
when haechan meets you back in his living room, it feels natural. he softly calls out your name and you turn around, a smile already plastered on your face. he smiles back, moving to the spot right next to you. itâs nerve wracking being so close to you, but for your sake, he pushes his nerves back as far as he can.Â
for the next hour, you both sit there talking about what was discussed during the lecture. it turns out he did in fact miss quite a lot of notes, having to sheepishly copy down the ones youâve written. you lightly scold him for not paying attention, and he canât help let his mind wander to how you might scold him during sex.
he also canât help but just be a little distracted. nodding along to your words while his eyes trail down to your lips. how your thigh is pressed snugly against his. how your hands brush over his while you explain your notes to him. heâs not sure if youâre doing this on purpose, but his deprived mind canât help but hope. haechan is enamored with you, he wishes he could kiss you right here, pull you onto his lap and just enjoy how close you are to him.
after a few more minutes, you stretch just as you did in the car, which makes haechan clear his throat. âfifteen minute break, haechan,â you remind him while fighting back a yawn.
âdo you want anything to eat or drink? i just realized i never even offered you anything when you came in,â haechan frowns, causing you to giggle from your end. you stand up from your place and stretch your arms up, causing the bottom of your top to ride up, exposing your midriff. his breath gets caught in his throat as he just stares, all the way until your soft skin is hidden once more.
âi think iâm good for now,â the way youâre looking at him makes him feel like he was caught staring, âbut maybe just the restroom?â
âyeah, um, itâs connected to my bedroom so iâll just⊠show you the way.â his hands are getting sweaty again. he tries to hide how guilty he feels, and if you were to put your palm to his cheek, you would feel how warm he was.
he leads you to his bedroom while you trail behind him. you smile to yourself with how nice heâs being with all this, showing you how much he likes you. youâre about to see his room, something that could be considered private for a lot of people. you put your focus back to him, staring at how broad he looks from the back. if only he could turn around and see how badly you want him too.
he opens the door for you, and you gasp out in amazement, pulling a shy giggle out of haechan. you donât miss how shaky his hand is when he reaches for the door handle, âthe restroom is over here, i can wait back in the living room if youâd like.â
âno, itâs fine! wait for me out here so you can give me a room tour when iâm done,â you say before closing the door. as soon as itâs closed, he starts freaking out. heâs room looks fine, but it just⊠doesnât feel fine? heâs so scared that there might be something out of place, even if he knows it looks fine. he calms himself down and moves to sit down on his gaming chair. while he waits for you, he practices what he wants to say while giving you a mini tour of his room.
once you come out, you spot him lounging on his chair. he looks so good when heâs in his natural state, different from the haechan youâre used to seeing in class. when he meets your eyes, he looks a little nervous, but puts on a more confident demeanor.
âare you ready for this?â he asks, and you nod excitedly at his words, âso thereâs my bed, my gaming setup, closet, dresser, and tv. boom. done.â
you laugh hard at him, âthereâs no way!â
heâs laughing alongside next you, body leaning into you without even knowing, âi did what you asked! itâs not my fault iâm a simple man with simple needs.âÂ
âso like, no explanation or anything? just an âi live hereâ kinda vibe?âÂ
âexactly, this is pure vibes. nothing more and nothing less.â your body presses against his side while youâre laughing, and he just lets it happen. heâs glad that heâs beginning to be more comfortable around you. he lets you walk around a bit, letâs you hover over his desk, too scared to touch anything on it.Â
âshow me the game you were talking about! i canât believe you let me take away some of your precious gaming time by coming over.â you say, motioning for him to sit down on his chair again.
he obliges, sitting down on his chair and turns on his computer. âiâd only do that for special occasions, so⊠i had to do it this time, too.â he doesnât look at you when he says it, but you can tell heâs embarrassed by his own words, his ears turning red.
once the game boots up, he lets you know about the basics of overwatch and its seasonal events. he swears that heâs good at the game and that you would end up a pro player if you let him teach you. even though heâs explaining all this to you, you donât really get all the terms heâs saying. youâre just happy that heâs letting you in on his hobbies.Â
while heâs going through the tutorial for you, your attention turns back to his room. it feels like him, very simple decoration and a gray-scale color scheme fill his room. you can tell he spends most of his time at his desk, more decorated and colorful than any other part of his room. when you scan his room one last time, you spot a picture frame on his nightstand. you quietly slip away from his lecturing of the game.
haechan doesnât realize it, but at some point, you moved away from him. it isnât until he hears a loud woah! and a small thump, to which he turns around and spots you by his bed, holding onto the edge of it to hold your balance. he feels his heart thump in his chest, you being too close to his bed for comfort.
âyou okay?â haechan asks, trying to hide how shaky his voice is.
âiâm good, just tripped on something trying to see what was on your nightstand.â and while you're crouched on the floor trying to calm yourself, you see what you tripped on. a corner of a box. you didnât mean to intrude, but you subconsciously pull it out from under his bed. inside it contained something you never thought you would see. you stand back up, still looking down at the content of the box.Â
something doesnât feel right to haechan. youâre staring down still, a shocked look all over your face. this doesnât feel right at all. he haphazardly stands up, not sure if he should move towards you or not. âwhatâs wrong?â
âhaechanâŠâ you say his name, your voice coming out a lot quieter and breathier than you mean it to.
he takes a step forward before he sees you reach down, your back now towards him. he says your name quietly and your face turns towards him. âhaechan⊠can i ask you what this is?â
youâre holding his fleshlight. his fleshlight. the fleshlight he quite literally used to cum with last night to the thought of you. he feels dizzy, suddenly unable to breathe. how did you even find that? he swears he hid it back under his bed last night. are you going to hate him? will you think heâs the most disgusting person on the planet?
his thoughts are silenced by your voice, âdo you use it, haechan?â you fully face him now, your face devoid of any emotion.
âi donât- i donât know whatâŠâ he could cry, really. heâs shaking, too scared to form a proper sentence. this feels like the ultimate karma, the person of his desire finding out his secret. you donât even know what heâs done to it, you donât know he fucked it with the thought of you in his mind. you creep closer to him, until he falls back into his chair to move away from you.Â
you move to stand in front of him, looking down at how he cowers under you. âdid it feel good, haechan?âÂ
âw-what?â his voice is light, breath too heavy.Â
âdid it feel good fucking it, haechan?â you slowly lower yourself onto his thighs, and he goes rigid under you. heâs not sure how to feel right now, heâs scared but youâre sitting on top of him, waiting patiently for his answer. you know you wonât get it like this though, not when heâs frozen with you on top of him.
âtell me you donât want this and iâll stop,â your eyes scan his face for any hesitation, and he stares back at you with a dazed look in his eyes. before you know it, he lurches forward and closes the space between you with a kiss. he tries to deepen it, but before any of this can escalate, you say, ânot like this, tell me with your words how much you want this.â
âwant this,â he tries to lean forward again but you stop him, âwant this so bad- want you so bad.âÂ
you smile, âgood answer.â
you lean forward to kiss him, and he feels how close you are to sitting on top of his bulge. he realizes that this is very real, and instead of just fantasizing about it, he can pull you closer, let your warmth sit right on top of his dick as he kisses you. he uses this opportunity to deepen it. he tilts his head a bit more, tongue tracing the inside of your mouth. itâs a bit messy, but you canât help but like that about haechan.
youâre quick to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth, his shy demeanor taken over by his desperation. all while this is happening, he begins to move your hips for you, rocking you slowly back and forth onto his dick. a small groan leaves his mouth for the first time today, and you smile sweetly into the kiss. your hands also begin to move, one moving to the side of his neck and the other moving up to his hair.
you can tell heâs running out of breath pretty fast, and when you feel him move away to breathe, you tug lightly onto his hair. what you get is a breathy whine and his hips rutting up into yours. you gasp in surprise, and haechan loves the sound too much to where he excitedly tries to kiss you again. he misses, kissing the corner of your mouth as you giggle at him. heâs not even embarrassed, whatever you enjoy, heâll like too.
a few minutes pass like this and his hands are still around your hips. they squeeze and push you around, but he doesnât move them from that spot. you take your hands to the tops of his and move them up so that theyâre under your shirt. he pulls his mouth away from you to stare back at you, wordlessly asking if he can touch some more. you nod, and you move to pull off your shirt.
he stares. heâs not shy with it, either. his eyes are fixated on the curves of your body, your chest that's covered by the bra youâre wearing. youâre really everything he dreamt of and more, he thinks. he has no control of his body anymore, so when he moves to settle in the crook of your neck while his hands try to touch as much of you as possible, he doesnât try to stop it.Â
he inhales your scent sharply, presses his nose down onto your neck in order to savor how good you smell. his hands continue moving before they stop underneath the cup of your bra. you whisper for him to take it off, his shaky hands moving to your back. heâs a little confused with how it works, never once having to take it off himself. he keeps trying though, and you think his persistence is cute.
your hands move to your back to help him out, unclasping your bra and letting it slowly slide off of you. haechan takes this in, drinking up the sight of your bare chest. his hands rest at your sides, his body turning against him at the sight of your skin. you laugh at him before pressing a kiss to the pulse point on his wrist, encouraging him to continue. he does, he lets all the pent up frustration from your boobs take over, placing his hands over them, groping lightly.
you arch your back into his touch, moaning out his name. he looks up at you, gauging your reaction when he rolls your nipples in his fingers. he feels you grind down hard onto him, hands moving up onto his biceps and nails digging in. it hurts him a little, but it blends into a light pleasure. you look a mess on top of him, moaning into his ear how good it feels. heâs panting lightly, you being almost too overwhelming for him to handle.
he realizes the dull pain from your nails on his biceps is gone, and his feels your cold fingertips trail under his shirt. his stomach twitches at the feeling, his movement on your chest halting for just a moment. he continues though, moaning out a, âkeep touching me. like it so much.â
so you continue. your hands touch over the soft skin of his stomach, feeling the light hairs trailing down to his cock. you feel his pretty waist, having a small grip on it to help placate you. your hands move up to his chest, and you look up at him with puppy eyes, asking if you could slide it off. he nods quickly and removes his shirt for you, letting you have free access to do whatever you want.Â
you moan out softly at the sight of his pretty skin. he continues his ministrations on you, and you just stare at his body. youâre almost tempted to just fall completely on him, letting him do whatever heâd want with you. but you still have half a mind, and you look back to his chest. you run your nails along the expanse of the newly exposed skin, his muscles twitching under the feeling. your hands move back up, and the urge to hear him whimper is too high.
haechan thinks heâs on cloud 9 right now, happily rocking into you and touching your chest like he always imagined he would. itâs not until he feels a pinch to his nipples that he lets out a loud whimper followed by your name, hips roughly bucking up into you. you stare at him, getting the exact reaction that you wanted. his arms move to cover his face, and he lets out a weak more, please, much to your excitement.Â
your fingers move back to his nipples and he realizes how much he loves this. heâs never done this to himself, nor did it happen the one time he had sex. he lets you work on him, he can tell how much youâre enjoying his reactions. choked back moans and high-pitched whimpers fill the air, his hips mindlessly rutting up into you. he just lets you do whatever you want, and the thought of this fills you with excitement.Â
you can feel how hard he is under you. he humps slowly onto you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. it feels good, and if it werenât for how concentrated you were on his chest, you wouldâve already been begging for him to fuck you. the thing is, you can begin to feel him twitch under you. you can tell heâs close, moans of your name and him asking you to continue is all you can hear. you begin rolling your hips onto him again, adding more stimulation on more parts of his body.Â
his hands move over to grip your ass, grinding you quickly down on him. heâs moaning straight to your ear, incoherent sentences mumbled out, and as much as you want to cum like this, thereâs something else youâd like to do. you let him get close to cumming, you let him dig his blunt nails into you, you let him whimper your name into your ear. right when heâs about to cum, you pull away from him completely.Â
âdo you trust me?â you ask, pretty smile planted on your face.
haechan can barely hear you, his orgasm being ripped away from him. in one moment, he had your warm body all over him, and in another, it was all taken away. his ears are slightly ringing and his dick is twitch heavily in his sweats, his body aching to be with yours again.
you can tell he didnât hear what you said, so you put your finger under his chin to make him look straight at you. you repeat your question and he agrees quickly, desperation clearly taken over. you sit on the corner of his bed, asking him to come and sit with you. when he does, laying on his back while sitting up on his elbows, you position yourself to where youâre laying between both of his legs. he looks down at you expectantly, eyes filled with lust and a twinge of love.
you smile sweetly, and you pull out what you were hiding behind your back. his fleshlight.
he groans, almost telling you to put it away in embarrassment. itâs cute that heâs rendered like this because of a toy. you shush him, calming his nerves. âi just wanna make you feel good,â your hand trails up his thigh, dangerously close to his hard cock, âyou said you trust me, right?â
seeing you like this, like heâs seen in all his fantasizing and dreaming, he canât say no to you. not when youâre looking at him so nicely, a soft pout formed on your lips. he wants to reach down and kiss you, but his curiosity wins. what are you going to do?
his question is answered when you rub your hand over his clothed dick, earning you a soft whimper. you know heâs worked up, no use in continuing teasing him when heâs probably on the verge of cumming. you ask if you can take his sweats off, and he immediately moves to take them off for you. he leaves his boxers on, and you can see how hard he is and how he strains against them. you canât stop the smirk that forms on your face.
heâs breathing heavily and all youâve done so far are some light touches. he can feel himself leaking when he takes off his sweats, and when he looks down, thereâs an embarrassing wet patch of precum on the front of his boxers. heâs thankful you donât comment on it, but what he doesnât expect is for you to lean forward and lick at the patch. he moans out, your tongue pushing the fabric roughly against his tip.Â
your hand moves to grip his base all while you begin to suckle on his tip. the stimulation is too much, too suddenly, and he bucks his hips into your face. you smile up at him, your eyes seemingly calling him cute. as much as he wants to shove his cock in your mouth already, he lets you take your time, relishing in how long heâs wanted you like this. you can have him for as long as you want, he thinks, he has all the time in the world with you now.
you eventually pull off his boxers, but you move a bit away from him. he gives you a confused look, but your smile puts all his worries away. heâs given you all his trust, letting you do what you want freely. he only freaks out a little when you pull out his fleshlight, a small smile forming on your face when you say, âgonna ask you some questions, iâll help you feel good if you answer me.â
he nods slowly, and you reach down and squeeze him one last time. before you start, you ask if thereâs any lube and he quickly reaches into his nightstandâs drawer to hand it to you. you have to hide back your laugh at how desperate he is as you squeeze lube into the fleshlight. he looks nervous, but it all fades away when you slide the slick fleshlight over his cock.
his tip is at the entrance of the toy when you ask, âwhy do you have this?â
âd-didnât buy it. my friend bought it for me on my birthdayâŠâ
âyour friend mustâve known you were a pervert, hm?â you say as you push the toy slowly down on his length, eliciting a long groan out of him. letting him sit with the feeling.
you ask another question, âyou use it, right?â and before he can deny the claim, you interrupt him, âdo you think about me when you do?â
the blush on his face darkens and trails down to his neck. his eyes shut, too embarrassed to answer the question thatâs already apparent. to his surprise, you begin to move the toy quickly onto him, catching him off guard. his hips stutter forward as his arm reaches to stop your movements. his body is contrasting his own mind, and all you can do is silently laugh.Â
âbetter question,â you say as you continue your attack on him, âhave you had sex before?âÂ
his eyes open to look back down at you, eyes pleading with you to save him from embarrassment. you just shake your head, slowing down your movements to a stop. whines fill the room as he tries to move on his own. you move to pin his hips down, stopping his movements. âanswer my questions or iâll leave so you can cum on your own again.â
a small moan leaves his mouth as he tilts his head back. he refocuses on you, mouth opening, but nothing comes out. you slowly twist the toy at the base of his cock, your other hand moving to fondle his balls. you can tell heâs fighting back from moving without you telling him to, so he tries to let go of all his embarrassment before he speaks again. âiâve⊠only had sex once. in freshman year.â
with delight, you begin moving the fleshlight slowly on him again, encouraging him to continue. âiâve⊠thought of you.â
he mumbles the last words, and even though you could hear what he said, you ask him to repeat himself clearly. ât-thought of you, fucked my fleshlight thinking of you.â
his words send shivers down your spine, and you resume the quick movements of the toy back onto his dick. he thanks you without question, and in return, you move to press small, wet kisses to the inside of his thighs. his hips fuck up into the toy as you continue your kisses, haechan feeling overwhelmed by your proximity. heâs been so good, so you decide to reward him with some of your own information.
âhow would you feel knowing i fucked myself with a toy, too? imagining it was you fucking my tight pussy?â a choked out moan leaves his lips as he begins moving quickly against the toy. âwished you couldâve heard me moaning your name, wished it was you fucking me instead.â
at this point, youâre just holding the toy in place for him. squeezing it around his dick, his hips shoving into it, wishing it was you. heâs close to cumming, he can feel it, his dick throbbing, heart hammering in his chest. heâs about to start begging for you to let him cum, but before he can, you say, âguess that makes us both perverts, huh? i like you just as much as you like me.â
he cums on the spot. you quickly pull the toy off of him, the sight of his cum shooting all over his chest, whimpers of your name mixed with frustration fill the air. you just lay there, laughing at him while he tries to save his ruined orgasm. you pry his hands off of himself and he just shuts his eyes, trying to catch his breath. your tongue reaches out to clean the leftover cum on his tip, and he yelps at the sensation, so you move up to clean the cum off of his chest.
once you finish, you reach up to softly kiss him. it contrasts your previous movements, and heâs stuck thinking about how you said you like him. he doesnât want to ruin the moment, scared that you didnât really mean what you said. he lets you kiss him, hands at your waist, lips pressing softly together.
he pushes you onto your back, laying your head softly onto his pillow. he stares at you openly, clad in just your panties. his mouth runs dry, he never thought heâd get to see you like this in his room, looking only at him. his shaky hands reach forward, one resting at your waist while the other reaches for the top of your panties, waiting for you to say he can pull them down.Â
you let him, and he does. he really wishes he could shove them in his drawer, keeping it as a memory of this day, using them when thinking of you. he pushes them aside and looks down at you. your legs spread open for him to see. itâs your turn to feel a little shy, the guy who always stares at you in class now staring at your most intimate parts.
âshow me how⊠show me how to touch youâŠâ haechan whispers out to you, and you bite back a smile.
âwas fucking someone else not enough? fucking a fleshlight wasnât enough either?â you retort, and haechan shakes his head in embarrassment, but you can feel his dick twitch against your thigh in interest at your words. you do what he asked, one hand slithering down to your aching pussy.
he watches closely as your fingers circle around the little nub, watching as your hips twitch a little at the stimulation. âit feels best when you rub me here,â a small moan escapes your lips and you feel him subconsciously rub his dick into your thigh.Â
when you feel yourself becoming sufficiently wet, you move your fingers to your entrance, teasing your twitching hole. âyouâre gonna put your fingers in here, in and out of me. bet theyâd feel so nice.â
he nods along dazedly, and you move to grab his fingers to replace yours. âgo ahead, haechan.â
itâs so warm, so wet. he canât believe he thought the fleshlight was good enough, not when you exist. when he pushes two fingers in, you slightly clench around his fingers and he has to hold back a moan. he canât believe youâre letting him do this, and he looks down at you, your face scrunched in pleasure.
he scissors his fingers inside you like he does with his fleshlight. heâs not too inexperienced, learning a bit from porn and his fleshlight. it just feels so different, different than how his toy feels and how porn makes it out to be. fingering you feels better than the only time heâs had sex, all because itâs you. youâre under him, telling him how good his fingers feel, letting him do what he feels is right, like how it was always supposed to be.
he arches his fingers and sees your immediate reaction. you tell him to keep moving and he complies quickly. your moans are distracting him, and he realizes that heâs pathetically humping your thigh. he wouldnât mind cumming again, not when it would be with you.
clearing him out of his hazy thoughts, you ask him for more, you need more. he knows what you need. like a habit from his fleshlight, his other hand reaches down, thumb beginning to circle at your clit. you let out a whimper of his name, and he rubs his thumb against you faster. you feel so good around his fingers, clenching harshly, while he ruts against you languidly.
you feel too close to cumming. that damn fleshlight, you think, gave him too much practice. you feel like jelly, mind almost numb from how good heâs doing. you moan out to tell him just how good heâs doing, and he whimpers at your praise. you can feel something wet against your thigh, and you look down to see him mindlessly humping you. you donât want to cum like this, you need him to be inside you.Â
âs-stop! please, haechan,â you whine out, tapping at his wrist to get his attention.
he immediately removes himself from you, concern painted all over his face. âare you okay?â heâs a little breathless himself, âdid i do something wrong?â
ân-nothing wrong, just wanna cum on your cock instead.â
at your words, he lurches forward to kiss you, slotting himself between your legs. he kisses you hard, excited at the prospect of being inside you. if his fingers in you felt that good, then he canât imagine how it would feel for you to be wrapped around his pulsing cock.
he tries to ignore how he can feel his dick rubbing against your core, your slick making a mess between the both of you. when his tip hits your clit, you both moan out in unison. heâs getting impatient, but at the same time, he doesnât want this to end. he doesnât know if this will happen again, doesnât know if heâll ever see you again after this.
âplease, haechan. need you so bad. need to feel you in me, been waiting for so long.â
ây-yeah? made me wait for you, wanted you so bad. didnât know you wanted me as much as i wanted you,â he says softly to you, and you realize heâs gotten more comfortable talking to you. when heâs not whimpering out to you, heâs able to talk back. you like seeing him like this, how heâd be with his friends, how heâd be with you.
âyouâre acting like you made any big moves when all you did was stare at me and fuck a fake pussy,â you deadpan. he scoffs, but you can see the way his cheeks turn red again. when he twitches against you, you look up to gauge his reaction. you can tell heâs holding back, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed.
âcondom?â he asks.
you shake your head softly, âwanna feel all of you.â you hear him let out a shaky exhale, your words flooding his brain.
you softly call his name, âare you ready?â
he nods, sitting back onto his knees, looking down at the sight of the both of you. when he doesnât immediately move, you ask, âis there something wrong, haechan? we donât need to do this if you donât want to-â
âno!â shocked at how loud he was, he quickly apologizes. âitâs not that i donât want to! itâs just⊠i donât want to seem so desperateâŠâ
you reach up to place your hand on his cheek, thumbing at the moles scattered across it. he nuzzles into your touch, placing a quick kiss to your thumb. you speak up, âyou donât realize how bad i want this. like i said, there are too many times iâve cum thinking about you.â
you move to line him up at your entrance, haechan taken aback at your forwardness. he moves on top of you, holding up his body over yours. you nod at him, telling him that youâre ready. before he does, you reassure him, âso many times iâve thought of you on top of me like this, now i finally get to see it.â
feeling slightly embarrassed at your words, he slowly pushes in. a loud whimper escapes him, body immediately falling apart at your warmth. his arms give out, his body falling onto yours. his head falls to the crook of your neck, and you can feel his warm breath hit your already hot skin. his hands move to grip onto your sides, and you feel like he might leave faint bruises. the real thing is so much better than what he wished for last night.
youâre no better though. your hands move to his back for support, nails digging harshly into his skin. your head pushes back into the pillow, mouth spilling out whines and whimpers. you can feel how deep he is in you, how heâs twitching inside of you. if you had known he was this good, you wouldâve just talked to him first. âplease m-move, haechan.â
he can hear you, but it doesnât register in his head. you clench around him to gain his attention, to which you get a dazed look in response. âneed you to move, please, wanna feel you.â
when he realizes what you want, he slowly pushes himself up, hesitantly swiveling his hips against you. he lets out a small whimper, but he knows you need this just as much as he needs you. he tries to set a pace, but you can tell heâs not properly in the right headspace to make calculated movements. heâs letting his body do what it wants, and you moan out at the sight of how desperate he looks.
he continues fucking you, hips thrusting and stuttering when he feels you clench around him. you want to hear him though, you need him to talk to you. âhaechan-â a whimper cuts you off, âplease tell me, tell me what youâre thinkingâŠâ
he does hear you this time, and he has to suck in a large breath. his hips continue, and he tries to make out proper sentences, but he knows it wonât come out right. âfeels so good- better than i couldâve ever imagined-â
âbetter than your fleshlight?â
âs-so much better. can feel how youâre sucking me in, can feel how wet you are.â heâs babbling, you can only catch onto some of the words heâs saying. heâs stuck between wanting to look at where you two are connected and how your face contorts in pleasure. âplease let me cum in you, thought of it so much.â
âyeah? thought of filling up my pussy with your cum?â he nods at your words, punctuated with short, better timed thrusts that hit that spot inside you, your nails dragging down his back. he moans out at the feeling, and you realize he just might like a little pain.
âcouldnât stop thinking about how perfect you would f-feel around me, couldnât help but think how i needed to show you how much i like you,â heâs moving faster now, turned on by how youâre affected by his thoughts, âalways came so fast in my fleshlight at the thought.â
youâre whimpering out at his words, so sure that heâs pussy drunk that he doesnât even realize what heâs saying. you take it all in though, relishing in how much he was really holding back when he was with you earlier.
âfucked my fleshlight just last night thinking about you,â you gasp out at this, and he feels how you clench around him, hips stuttering against you. âi didnât even mean to, just needed you so bad.â
you pull him down to a kiss. itâs so messy, tongues meshing against each other while drool slips past both of your lips. your hands move to his hair, now wavy with how sweaty heâs gotten. you tug at it when you feel him hit that spot again. he pushes himself deep inside, hips stilling against you at the feeling, âgonna cum soon, need to cum soon, please-â
âmake me cum, too. please, wanna cum with you so bad, haechan.â
he has to forcibly stop himself from cumming from hearing your voice. a shaky hand moves from your side down to your clit, thumb shakily pressing against you. you clench harshly, and he canât stop the small thrust that presses him against you deeper. he wants to keep moving, but he knows if he thrusts a few more times, heâll cum without a second thought. âso wet, donâ even need to do anything to help me move.â
you moan, your own hips moving up to fit more of him inside you. you donât care how desperate you look, fully knowing haechan probably likes the look. he subconsciously moves against you, canât fight against how good you feel. âclose! âm so close, haechan! please, cum in me, baby!â
at the petname, haechan starts his movements again, roughly thrusting into you. heâs not thinking about it, hips slamming against yours, the only thought being cumming in your tight pussy. you feel the same, heat all over your body as you practically begin screaming for him.
âgonna give you everything. g-gonna show everyone that you're mine, how iâm yours. wonât let anyone take you away from me.â you whimper out, the knot in your stomach becoming untangled as you let your orgasm wash over you. you clench against him, walls repeatedly tightening around his cock. he can only continue so much before he cums too, warmth filling up your insides.
heâs collapsed on top of you again, hands making it to your boobs, gripping on for support. he tweaks your nipples, helping you ride out your orgasm while he fights through his. heâs so sure heâs pathetically whimpering and moaning out mixtures of your name and how good it feels, but he could care less. heâs focused on how tight you feel, how youâre milking his cock, neediness still apparent after youâve cum.
when he slows down, he has to move away from you, your twitching pussy overstimulating him too much. what heâs more concerned about though is the aftermath. in a daze, he slowly pulls out of you. he feels the creaminess of his cum around his dick as he pulls out, watching how it slowly spills out of you. like something that looks so practiced, he moves his fingers to gather his cum, slowly pushing it inside of you as you softly moan out.
he feels the soft clench of your pussy, and his dick twitches in response. you hum, taking him out of his daze. he looks up at you, then back down at his fingers, realizing what heâs doing. âs-sorry. just⊠wanted to see⊠what would happen,â he mutters at the end, not really knowing what to say.Â
he tries not to feel awkward. he really tries. it dawns on him that you both really spoke for the first time today, and now he just finished having sex with you. itâs not that he regrets it, but heâs scared, scared that he mightâve just messed up a possible relationship with you. he scratches the back of his head, too preoccupied with his thoughts.Â
âarenât you gonna lay back down with me?â you ask, a playful but tired smile on your face.Â
once he realizes what you said, it all dawns down on him. it doesnât always have to be so complicated. sometimes, all he needs is a little direction. he sees you laying down on his bed, and it just feels so right. crawling in next to you in bed, covering you both under his sheets feels normal. shy smiles being exchanged to one another as you cuddle into him, it feels like you both have done this before.
itâs okay if it doesnât feel so timely, he thinks. he has all the time in the world for you now to properly fall in love with you.
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Desi Parenthood, Adoption, and Stereotypes
I have a story set in the modern day with supernatural traces, with three characters: a young boy, his bio dad, and his adoptive dad. The boy and his bio dad are Indian, the adoptive dad is Chinese. The bio dad is one of the few people in the story with powers. He put his son up for adoption when he was a child because at the time he was a young single father, had little control of the strength of his powers: he feared accidentally hurting his child. The son is adopted by the other dad, who holds spite to the bio dad for giving up his son since he lost his father as a young age and couldn't get why someone would willingly abandon their child. This also results in him being overprotective and strict over his son. When the child is older, the bio dad comes to their town and the son gets closer to him, which makes the adoptive dad pissed, mostly acting hostile to the other guy, paranoid that he'll decide to take away the child he didn't help raise. Later when they get closer he does change his biases. I can see the possible stereotypes here: the absent father being the darkskinned character, the light-skinned adoptive dad being richer than the bio dad, the lightskinned character being hostile and looking down on the darkskinned character, the overprotective asian parent, the adoptive dad assuming the bio dad abandoned the son. The reason for his bias isn't inherently racist, but I get how it can be seen that way. Is there a way to make this work? Would it be better to scrap it?
Two problem areas stand out with this ask:Â
You seem confused with respect to how racial stereotypes are created, and what effect they have on society.
Your characterization of the Indian father suggests a lack of familiarity with many desi cultures as they pertain to family and child-rearing.
Racial Stereotypes are Specific
Your concern seems to stem from believing the absent father trope is applied to all dark-skinned individuals, when itâs really only applied to a subset of dark-skinned people for specific historical/ social/ political reasons. The reality is stereotypes are often targeted.
The âabsent fatherâ stereotype is often applied to Black fathers, particularly in countries where chattel slavery or colonialism meant that many Black fathers were separated from their children, often by force. The "absent black father" trope today serves to enforce anti-black notions of Black men as anti-social, neglectful of their responsibilities, not nurturing, etc. Please see the WWC tag #absent black father for further reading.Â
Now, itâs true many desis have dark skin. There are also Black desis. I would go as far as to say despite anti-black bias and colorism in many desi cultures, if one was asked to tell many non-Black desis from places like S. India and Sri Lanka apart from Black people from places like E. Africa, the rate of failure would be quite high. However, negative stereotypes for desi fathers are not the same as negative stereotypes for non-desi Black fathers, because racially, most Black people and desis are often not perceived as being part of the same racial group by other racial groups, particularly white majorities in Western countries. Negative stereotypes for desi fathers are often things like: uncaring, socially regressive/ conservative, sexist. They are more focused around narratives that portray these men as at odds with Western culture and Western norms of parenting.Â
Desi Parents are Not this Way
Secondly, the setup makes little sense given how actual desi families tend to operate when one or both parents are unable to be present for whatever reason. Children are often sent to be raised by grandparents, available relatives or boarding schools (Family resources permitting). Having children be raised by an outsider is a move of last resort. You make no mention of why your protagonistâs father didnât choose such an option. The trope of many desi family networks being incredibly large is not unfounded. Why was extended family not an option?
These two points trouble me because you have told us you are writing a story involving relationship dynamics between characters of both different races and ethnicities. Iâm worried you donât know enough about the groups you are writing about, how they are perceived by each other and society at large in order to tell the story you want to tell.
As with many instances of writing with color, your problem is not an issue of scrap versus donât scrap. Itâs being cognizant of the current limits of your knowledge. How you address this knowledge deficit and its effect on your interpretation of your characters and the story overall will determine if readers from the portrayed groups find the story compelling.
- Marika.
I have one response: what? Where are the fatherâs parents? Any siblings? Is he cut off? Is he American? A Desi that has stayed in India?Â
Estrangement is not completely out of the question if the father is Westernized; goodness knows that I have personal experience with seeing estrangement. But you havenât established any of that. What will you add?
-Jaya
#Black#Indian#South Asian#Desi#absent black father#stereotypes#tropes#adoption#colorism#research research research#parenting#strict Asian parents#Asian families
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i think i just saw my ex. | jeon jungkook
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word count: 10k- yay!
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genre: classic exes to lovers,,,with slightly suggestive smut,,,and fluff...and the typical mutual pinning that may be a tad (a lot) angst... also TENSION. SOO MUCH TENSION!!!!! and both y/n and jungkook are trying to play hard to get which might be a bit crack up!!!
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summary/snippet: jeon jungkook is your ex from many years ago, and you think you might've just seen him in a barâŠand a part of you is definitely craving him.
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you are 99.9% sure you just saw your ex.
you can't add that 0.1% on because 1) it is so darn dark in this bar, the annoying flashing lights poking through your eyes and into your soul, and 2), you are drunkenly intoxicated right now.
but gosh, that side profile looks almost identical to him. you've tried to follow him with your gaze, but all you got to closely view was the back of his head. (the very familiar back of his head, may you add.)
this isnât something you expected on a nice friday evening.Â
when you randomly woke up in the middle of the night, you realised you typed quite some texts and paragraphs to that familiar number of his, but it seemed like you were way too drunk to hit âsendâ. thank god.
blank-eyed, staring at the unsent texts, you felt a stinging pain in your chest.Â
youâre not the type to go back to any of your exes, and all your break-ups have been straightforward and savage. plus, you dumped him first!!!
you sit up on your bed, finger tracing over the floral details of your quilt cover. maybe it was because your partners after him have all been so lame, yes definitely that. additionally, youâve been very single and lonely for the past few months, thatâs exactly why you are missing him.
he wasnât the perfect boyfriend, you remember how childish he was, and was quite protective over you- which was one of the reasons you two didnât end well.Â
but on the other handâŠ
he was a really good sex partner. you two mended flawlessly together. not to boost his ego or something, but that boy definitely can fuck.
you sighed loudly, pulling the covers over your head. the night is still so long, but you do not have any of the calmness to fall back into sleep.
oh, the long, dark night.
after a whole day of debating and contemplating, you ended up hanging out with a few of your friends back at that specific bar. tonight, you needed someone to get your mind off your ex that you saw yesterday.
when excusing yourself to the bathrooms, you brushed past someone's shoulder in the hallways while scrolling through your instagram feed; he had a broad and tall frame, and his vividly tattooed hand holding a glass cup, and you felt the urge to jerk your head back to see his face.Â
thinking âthis is someone to take my mind off him!!â, you turn your head and your wild imagination completely halts. you feel your eyes widen and your pupils might as well fall onto the ground - itâs your ex.Â
thank god you just got your hair done a few days back and you were head down, focusing on your phone the whole time, so he didnât even glance at you. your heart completely dropped and skipped a beat, and you rushed into the bathroom to freshen up.Â
after you walked out of the restroom, you carefully scanned every table for his silhouette, after locating the target, you walked a good lap around his booth to eye him out. fairly, he wasnât hard to look for, judging by his clean undercut under those dark brown locks, and his perfect complexions, everyone seemed to notice him the way you did. you spot two girls walking up to him, offering him drinks in exchange for his number.Â
you were now more than certain that this was your ex⊠and youâre also certain that youâll never get over how attractive he is.Â
once youâve fallen for jeon jungkook, youâll never fall out.
on the way home you remembered how hard you worked to get him to date you, it was almost rejection after rejection. and then you dumped him?! gosh, now it will be even more difficult to get his attention.
you feel like giving up instantly at that thought, but you cannot help yourself texting your mutual friend yerin: âdid jungkook come back?âÂ
your friend did not respond, which leads to whatever youâre doing right now - sitting on your couch, stalking through social media accounts. it was not under his old username, which made it difficult to find. but you remembered his dogâs name.Â
after typing bamâs name into the search bar, it only took a few scrolls to find a decent amount of photos and videos of the brown doberman. after clicking into his account, you sigh. he never posts himself, just some more dog posts and a few random scenery shots.Â
continuing to watch every single video of bam, you see that the newest video of the cute dog was taken in another location that didnât look like the place from the video from before. clicking on the comments, one from his friend reads âyou moved?â he replied: âyeahâ
you moved, or did you come back?
just realizing what youâve been doing stupidly for the last 20 minutes, you lock your screen and toss your phone onto the coffee table. your friend responded right after the phone dropped onto the surface.Â
âyeah, he quit his job last month, he probably came backâÂ
did he quit his job?
although he moved to a different city after the breakup, he still worked for the same company you worked for - that couldâve been a reason to reconnect. but now that he has quit that job, it makes it impossible for you to even have an excuse to hit him up.
yerin double-texted, âwhatâs up abt jungkook?â
you: i think i saw him recently
you: heâs still so fineÂ
yerin understood your tone extremely well, responding immediately: do you want me to plan a group dinner or something this week
you: yes please, iâm free every night this week
yerin: y/n, i meant ONLY group dinnerâŠnothing else.
you: of course just dinnerâŠwhat were you thinking?
yerin: i know you way too well
yerin: you obviously donât only want dinner
you: hm
yerin was very speedy with her planning skills, the dinner was booked to be this friday night, it wasnât weird at all since you and jungkook did have the same social circle for years, and considering he just came back, it was just more of a couple of friends and coworkers gathering together to celebrate. but yerin did not hint to him that you were also going to attend this dinner at all.
you stood in front of the mirror, your outfit was carefully picked out, and you spent almost 2 hours doing your makeup- in these years, your style has changed drastically, but you still wore the same fragrance he gifted you.
to create your âgrand entranceâ, you decided to show up late by 20 minutes, just so you can look casual and not too prepared to see jungkook. when you were on the road, you received a speedy text from yerin: be mentally prepared for whatâs coming.
huh? be prepared for what?
when you were led to the table of the reservation, you realized what she meant.
you recognised every single face, except one. there was an unfamiliar girl seated right next to jungkook. jungkook wore a casual black hoodie, his hair slightly fluffing out. looking almost too soft to touch. you tried very hard not to lay your eyes on him for too long - since you already got a very personal look from the girl that was seated next to him.Â
yerin mutters under her breath when you seat yourself next to her, which is right across him. âhe brought that random girl over.âÂ
you keep that in mind, starting to greet your friends, then shooting a look back at yerin, then whispering âif you told me this was gonna happen i wouldâve turned around on the spot and sprinted back home!!!â
(yerin did tell you after the meal that the second you walked into the room, there were almost no expressions on his face. you donât know if he was already expecting you, or if he just did not care about you whatsoever.)
you hope itâs not the second option.
the dinner was french cuisine, everyone had already ordered some sort of grilled steak while you decided to order sole fish fillets. sipping your chardonnay, you oversee the girl nudge jungkookâs arm, softly asking, gesturing at your transparent drink: âkook, what did that girl order?â he puts his glass down, responding with a gentle tone: âwhite wine. you pair white wine with fish. wine with red meats.â âso that's why you ordered red wine for me?â she nods before asking again.
âmhm.â he nods in response, taking a sip of water, with his very charming and endearing smile.Â
you almost knock over your wine glass when slamming it back down on the table with aggression, suddenly this chardonnay tastes like fucking ass.Â
you listen quietly to everyone talking about careers and how theyâve been doing recently, jungkook occasionally opens his mouth to input or say something. you realize how mature he has grown over these years, he speaks like a logical, grown man, and is completely not the person you were with a while back. you remember the old gatherings when you and he were dating - he barely says a word during the whole meal. not going to lie, this well-spoken jungkook is super attractive.
the main course came very fast after the drinks. you gasp at the fancy plating. the girl in front of you takes her knife and fork, struggling to slice the red meat. she slowly glances over to jungkook, and he notices her stare, speedily finishing up cutting up his plate, and offering her his already perfectly sliced steak, taking her uncut serving for himself.
after that, you put down the knife and fork, containing yourself to not roll your eyes.
that was an eyeful. might as well just not eat this shitty meal.
after that awful meal, they all planned to go for a second round, but jungkook said that he couldnât go because he had to drive the girl home. after hearing that, you lost every interest you had in going for shots, which caused you to head straight home on a friday evening at 9 pm. how eventful.
taking a thoughtful and steamy shower, you decided to put a face mask on. a notification from no other than yerin broke the nightâs silence.
yerin: jungkookâs here
you bounced up from your bed, replying within a millisecond.Â
y/n: huh? why is he there?
yerin: heâs sitting on the table next to ours
yerin: u coming?
you close your eyes, every single imagination you had got crushed today when you saw the girl that he brought. it was almost hurtful now that you think about it.
yerin continued to add: he didn't bring the girl, if thatâs what youâre wondering
hmâŠyou hesitated for a while, but gave up. you canât be interested in someone with a girlfriend-
yerin: and!! tae was being nosy so he asked him
yerin: turns out that the girl was just a blind date his mum arranged
yerin: not his gf
yerin: u still have a chance yk!!
you yanked the face mask off, rushing to redo your makeup again. you didnât even bother to drive there, calling an uber instead. before entering the bar, you ensured yerin grabbed jungkook to sit at the same table.Â
just when everything was planned beautifully and you were ready to make your grand entrance pt2, you bumped into a client who was by the bar table. how can you reject a business client? quick answer: you canât. itâs a business client.
having to sit with a stranger by the bar table, but unable to walk to that table with your friends (and your ex)Â might be the biggest struggle youâve ever gotten yourself into. by the time you and the client had finished chatting and drinking, jungkook had left not only the table but the entire nightclub.
oh my gosh, you are going to lose your mind! a whole full stomach of alcohol and yet you still havenât gotten to use your flirting tactics on your ex that youâve been missing. you did not feel like staying at all, dragging yerin to get out of this hellhole.Â
but who knew youâd see him again in the parking lot?
every cloud has a silver lining.
and there jungkook stood, leaning against his flashy black mercedes, phone to his ear. the second you saw him, you knew what to do. you were going to fake being drunk. you link arms with yerin, stumbling your steps and attempting to slur your words. yerin has to straighten you up manually when she goes over to jungkook. âhey jungkook! i thought you already left.â jungkook puts the phone back into his pocket. âi was just about to.â
yerin wasnât hesitant at all, almost shoving you at him, thinking heâd help grab onto you, but he did not move a single muscle. her last resort was to lean you against the car. âperfect! can you drive y/n home? the girls are still waiting for me soâŠâ
he opened his mouth to speak, you figured he was going to reject yerin. before a single sound came out of his mouth, yerin quickly interrupted him, âamazing! thanks so much, dude!! okayimjustgonnago-!â from your peripheral vision, you could see her almost sprint from the parking lot back into the front door of the club.
all that was left was you, who was faking drunk, and jungkook, with his brows, knitted, looking down at you.
judging from how rapidly yerin ran away from you, jungkook knows he canât do anything else other than drive you home. he sighed and held open the passengerâs door for you. he raised his chin, gesturing you to hop in.âget in yourself.â he heard you chuckle at his words, turning to him and giving him a judging glance, then getting into the seat.
jungkook was extremely confused, and only realized the reason when he got into the driver's seat.
you seemed to not let that joke go, âiâm in, what now?â jungkook keeps a straight face while starting the engine. âseatbelt.â
he drove out of the parking lot, and he immediately hit a left turn, driving towards the direction of your house. after a few moments, he turned his head towards her at a red light. âwhere do you live?â your eyes were shut, leaning back on the seat, not wanting to respond to him.
jungkook does not want you to know that he still remembers your address off by heart like an idiot, so he turns into a random street on his right and keeps on driving. after feeling the car stopping, you open your eyes, peeking out the window.Â
the hotel?? he drove you to a hotel?? you kept your eyes shut, as a silent protest to not get out of the car. you knew jungkook too well, he probably wanted to just leave your ass in the hotel, and you wonât get to ever see him again if you went with that.
jungkook nudges you with a finger hesitantly. you didnât even budge. after a deep sigh from the man in the driver's seat, you hear the engine start again.Â
he always drove at a perfect steady pace. you swear you almost dozed off when you felt the car stop in the underground parking garage.Â
jungkook gently held onto you up the elevator, you heard the sound of a door unlocking, and your ears perked up when the sound of the door opening was followed by a loud bark from bam.
he brought you back to his place. that perfectly goes with your plan!!
you behaved the entire way home just for this moment. all that acting led up to this moment. he locked the front door, then squatted in front of you to help you take off your black heels. you were going to be using the moment wisely- when jungkook carried you over to the couch to put you down, you scratched his lower torso aggressively with your right hand.Â
it was a strong scratch, causing the person carrying you to let a harsh hiss under his breath. he looked down at your sharply shaped nails, then at the girl in his hands right now, your eyes were shut, lashes slightly fluttering.
he always liked working out and had an almost daily streak of hitting up the gym, resulting in his body being super in shape. he had the perfect model figure- abs, pecs, shoulders, you name it. he has it. you look back on how great he was at using his strength advantage in bed, gosh, he was perfect.
even being able to leave a little scratch on his skin could do something to you right now.
jungkook goes straight into the kitchen to pour you a cup of water. the first thing he did though, was lift up his hoodie and inspect the scratch. and under the hoodie, lay two vivid red scratch marks on his lower abdomen. the bright marks went from his veins into his spank bank, the vivid images of you under his control, he reminisces how you always loved scratching his back, his neck, and his shoulders when he hit your soft spots. jungkookâs skin was always very sensitive, making it effortless to leave marks and bruises for days. he recalls his friends making fun of the scratch marks you left on his back ever so often during the few summers when you and he were dating.
by the time he recollected himself and brought you the glass of water, you were already fast asleep on his leather couch. he watches you for a while and realizes you still look the same after this many years. more mature, but still the appearance he could never forget, even in his dreams. his eyes fall on your delicate ears before he puts a stop to his mind.
he clears his throat. âgo sleep in the bedroom.â
your eyelashes flutter as you turn to face the other side of the couch, mumbling something inaudible to yourself before getting back into your dreamland.
jungkook: ây/n?â
his ears catching a delicate airy whine leave your mouth.
jungkook isnât too fond of whatever game you are playing, but he knows what you want to do to him. heâs matured and grown now, not the loverboy that was wrapped around your pinky finger anymore. he can read expressions off your face very accurately. considering the fact that it has been years since the breakup, and you had never broken the non-contact thing.
and suddenly after he got back into town, a reuniting dinner was planned, you showed up to the clubs, and whatever yerin was trying to do, and now- you are in his house, on his couch. he knows exactly what youâre trying to do.
this is exactly the little tricks you used to play, and he fell head-first into it last time.
he promised himself that he would never fall into the same hole twice!
but of course, he wonât let you sleep on his couch for the whole night. this two-seater leather couch is extremely small for anyone to find comfort in. your figure is curled up in the soft seats, and he notices your legs almost dangling out from the couch.Â
he bends down to swoop you up, and by instinct, your arms find his neck. he slowly makes his way towards the bedroom, not wanting to wake up the girl in his arms.
considering this was a brand-new apartment, jungkook doesnât have a bed yet- itâs just a mattress in the middle of the floor. he lowers his body carefully and places you in the centre of the bed, thinking your arms would instantly unwrap themselves from your neck, he tries to stand back up. but your grip on him was way too tight, jungkook almost lost his balance, but his reaction was fast enough for him to use his arm strength to hold on both sides of the bed, keeping a small dangerous distance from falling on top of you. his warm breath lands on your exposed neck, and you feel the warmth melting on your collarbones.Â
you had to keep everything within yourself to not pull him closer, hoping he would find his balance to move away from you, instead, itâs almost as if he bowed his head lower, leaving more burning breath marks on your collarbones. the itchy feeling almost numbing. you couldnât help but slightly peel your eyes open discreetly- through your lashes, you realise he was already on his feet again, simply pulling the covers up for you.Â
the soft quilt falls on top of your lower torso, and his warm hand âaccidentallyâ brushes against your thigh before he completely gets up. he watches your reaction for a short while, but nothing from your side. he knew if it this was two years ago, you wouldâve absolutely gone for it right now. he remembers even if his hand slightly rested on your thigh while driving, you would immediately get him to pull up on the side of the road for a heated makeout session. but it looks like, y/n is not the y/n he remembered.
jungkook turned off the big light, leaving a small night lamp on by the bedside table before patting bam to follow him back to the living room, planning to deal with the couch for the night.Â
honestly speaking, if he stayed for even one more single second, you wouldnât be sure what youâre capable of doing to him.
painful, very painful.
it was almost 4 am when you opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. your eyes land on the agape bedroom door. from where youâre resting, you can clearly see most of the living room. there he lay, on the couch.Â
jungkook normally sleeps just in his boxers, but considering the fact that youâre in the residence, he had to grab a pair of sweats to cover up. you observe the man on the couch, he is lying on his back, and you end up studying his figure. you could tell he was wearing nothing under those grey sweats- gosh the grey sweats and his shirtless body?!Â
you shut your eyes and sigh. contain yourself y/n.Â
if you werenât already, youâre surely hungry for jeon jungkook now.
but you must control yourself now- jungkook knows what game youâre playing, and so do you. heâs such a slippery fish to catch- you canât just pull the rod as soon as you hook him?Â
and, it looks like he wasnât going to give in tonight that easily too.
this can be a fun game to play.
you watch him for a little longer, he turns his body to sleep on his right side, now his body fully facing you. well- this is awful. it took no time for you to fall asleep for the millionth time, this time- it was a heavy sleep. the scent of his bed surrounding you.
you decide to stay in his bed for a little longer because you know you have to leave the second you wake up.Â
jungkook also stayed home today, heading into the bathroom to clean up, then making breakfast, following up with feeding bam, and lastly back to the couch, attending a business call meeting.Â
if you didnât have to use the bathroom so urgently, you could stay in his bed until noon. you crawled out of bed to stretch, then mentally prepared yourself to walk out of his room. well, you canât fake drunk anymore, can you?
after coming out of the washroom, you slowly walk to jungkook, trying not to interrupt him. â...do you know where my phone wentâŠ?âÂ
his gaze did not leave the laptop screen, his chin raised slightly, directing you to the device on the coffee table- where your phone lay. you hesitantly collect your phone, wanting to thank him about yesterday, but the sight of him so focused stops you. you didnât have the heart to interrupt him, making way to the entrance.Â
you put your heels on while watching bam play with his ball on the side. the doberman notices you, walking over to you while cocking his head which reminds you of how jungkook would always do. you reach a hand out to pat his head but bam back up immediately out of caution.Â
feeling a little butthurt, you ask: âdonât remember me?â
not only forgetting about you, but bam also leaves to sit next to the man on the couch. jungkook gives bam an endearing rub, then looks up at you, standing by the door.Â
wow, bam. he always preferred jungkook over you, even when you and him were together.
you glance at the black-brown dogâŠ.but now you have a reason to contact him again.
although finding his social media account was a hassle, his phone number never changed. the same night after leaving his house, you found the number that you almost accidentally texted.
y/n: can i pick bam up from yours
he replied almost instantly: and you are?
you let out a light laugh in unbelief before texting back: y/n
then it took a good 30 minutes to get a text back. âsure thing, but only if he wants to go home with you.â
you roll your eyes at the obvious fact that: of course bam doesnât want to go home with you?! considering the cold shoulder he gave you this morning.Â
but itâs okay since the cute dog was never the target to go for in the first place.
the day after the text, you went straight to his apartment after work, not bothering to change out of your work outfit- because you knew he was very into this specific set. it was a simple creamy white formal skirt set with black opaque tights.( and he loved this set. so much to the point by the time you normally got back home, he would press you onto the couch immediately. your skirt would usually be wrinkly by the time you two were done.)
jungkook answered the door, his eyes instantaneously landing on the girl in front of him, his eyes slightly widened for a split second. he has to admit, that you recognize his preferences a little too well.Â
it's not because he likes the pantyhose with skirt look, but more because it is on you. especially because he would watch you get ready for work all seriously, and you would get home and find his shoulders immediately, draping on top of him all tired and worn out from socializing. and he was a whore for it.Â
heâs literally hooked for you.
he opened the door wide open for you, he didnât have any spare slippers in the house, so before you could take your slip heels off, he stopped you. âno need.âÂ
after shutting the door, he opened his mouth: âyou didnât bring anything?â
youâre here to pick up bam, and yet you came empty-handed, causing bam to only take one glance at you before jumping on the couch, disinterested.Â
jungkook brought bamâs toys and treats over to you, yet bam didnât even budge, to the point where he had to physically carry him over to you. it seemed like bam wasn't having any of this, not even giving you any sort of attention. jungkook had to give him a big encouraging talk before handing the medium-sized dog over to you.Â
you needed a lot of strength to hold the doberman in your arms while jungkook went to get a dog leash. the second bam saw the leash in jungkookâs hands,he started to struggle out of your grasp, struggling to get out of your embrace.Â
you werenât prepared for the dog to be so strong, before you could let go of him, he had already left a faint bite mark on your arm, you winced under your breath while watching bam hop over to jungkookâs feet. jungkook hurried to drop the leash, coming up to you. âare you all good?â
âjust a bite.â you brought your arm to his eye level, it wasnât bleeding or anything, just a clear bite. âiâve got some antibiotic ointment. you want some?â
you nodded your head. âsure.â
â...do you want to those off then?â
âhm?â you followed his eyes, looking down at your tights, a hole had been scratched open too, and you didnât realize that maybe bam had also scratched you on the leg while trying to get out of your grasp. âyeah- yeah. iâll do that.â you answered after excusing yourself to the bathroom. taking off the nylons, you threw them into the laundry basket before checking the scratch.
it was nothing but a pink line, you hurried out of the room, scared that by the time you headed out, it would already have faded.Â
jungkook was already seated on the familiar couch by the time you finished taking your tights off. you went over and seated down extremely close to him. pressing your thigh against his knee to show him the faint mark. he kept a very straight face while taking out the otc ointment from the first aid kit. he treated the few marks, you don't know if it was intentional or not, but he applied way too much on the injuries, leaving a big patch of your skin covered in ointment.Â
you look at him, who is now putting the cream back into the box. he clears the silence, âit doesnât seem like he wants to go with you.â
you let out a sigh, looking at the dog resting by jungkookâs side. âitâs a shame that he completely forgot about me.â
âitâs been too long since he last saw you, thatâs why.â he gives loving pats to bam, and you find an endearing smile creeping on your face at the scene. you muttered under your breath, âi missed him, i definitely wanted to live with him.â jungkook turned his head from the dog to you, adding âi take great care of him, and he likes me more.âÂ
you went silent. thatâs an unarguable fact. the silence went on for another minute when he spoke again. âgotta rebuild the trust again.âÂ
your ears perk up at his commentâŠdoes this mean you can come to visit more oftenâŠto build the relationship again?
but you know itâs petty unlike for bam to like you again, lowering your head slightly, you mention, âi donât think so,â you look up into his glassy, pure eyes, âi donât want to force it. he looks way more comfortable with you anyway.â youâre not sure if jungkook wanted to hear that, but his brows slightly knot as he slowly opens his mouth to speak. âyouâre giving up? even just being friends?âÂ
your eyes immediately widen- youâre not sure if he meant being friends with bamâŠor him. he subconsciously avoids eye contact with you, looking back down at bam. âsince i- no, bam, can consider you as a co-owner.â
you like the sound of that.
this is something you could get used to.
jungkook didnât seem like he minded you staying, so you obviously did not have any intentions of leaving just yet. youâre playing with bam (surprisingly you and bam have gotten quite along within an hour) when his takeout arrives. he hesitantly asked you if you wanted to have dinner together, which you agreed happily to. he walked into the kitchen to cook something extra for the two of you.
you werenât too hungry, but you had to admit you desperately missed his cooking. it was already 9 pm when you and him had finished dinner. the entire time it was filled with small talk and comfortable silence. you left right after dinner, saying farewell to bam, and received a slight nod from jungkook.Â
after getting home, your phone buzzed with a notification from jungkookâs number. it was an image of your tights in his laundry basket. you locked the phone without replying and hopped into the shower.Â
after doing your skincare, you casually replied: âchuck it in the trashâ
jungkook sent a photo of the tights in the rubbish bin with no other caption.
you decided to tease him a little: or you can keep it if you want
jungkook: âŠâŠiâm not that gross
as if he has never touched your tights. you don't even remember how many pairs of your stockings he had ripped during the time when you two were together.
as if he could read your mind, he sent a full 2-minute video of him taking the rubbish bag outside, followed by him throwing the plastic bag into the rubbish bin with no remorse. you watch the video on a loop for a few minutes, chuckling to yourself.
you werenât sure what got into your mind the next day. after taking a relaxing bubble bath after work, something within you told you to find jungkook. although you were very rough from working, you still felt energized to prepare yourself. after putting on a tank top and a skirt- you made your way out.Â
your hair still damp, you decided to pick some snacks on the way to his house. with confident and happy steps, you knocked on his door.
no answer.Â
you stood outside the locked door, dialing his number: he picked up within two rings, voice relaxed and soft. âwhatâs up?â
âare you not at home?âÂ
he paused for a split second âyouâre coming over?â
you hummed in response, âi brought fried chicken too.âÂ
âiâm out fishing.â jungkook said, then changed to a softer tone. âsinceâŠit didnât look like you were coming over tonight.â
you suppressed your laughter, teasingly asked: âso you were waiting for me then?â
the other side of the phone remained silent, causing you to let out a giggle. âiâll come find you, share your location.âÂ
he hung up, sharing his location with you right after- a freshwater lake close by. you made your way to his location with no hesitation.
bro heâs actually fishing on this fine evening.
it was extremely dark by the lakeside, but you could make out the figure of many middle-aged men sitting by the lake. turning your phone flashlight on, you spot your familiar ex-boyfriend in the middle of many men.Â
he stood up to borrow a foldable stool from the man next to him. you tidied your skirt before sitting real close to him, your arm pressing against his. he looked at you on his side, âitâs too hot.â he muttered. you didnât move away at all, instead, you decided to lean your head on his broad shoulder. he didnât move away either.
you didnât understand the joy of fishing but still watched him the whole time quietly. it felt peaceful to have him against you by the dark, calming lake.Â
instead, jungkook felt slightly heated - how is it possible to focus on his rod when he had you leaning on him? it only took him half an hour to start packing his equipment, he couldnât stand you next to him! youâre such a distraction! (not that heâs complainingâŠ)Â
after leaving the lake, you two stood under the road lights, he glanced at you under the warm streetlights. he noticed your glassy eyes of discomfort. he looked down at the few itchy bites on your arms. oh shit- he forgot to remind you about that.Â
the lake was surrounded by grassy areas, he was smart by wearing a long sleeve and sweatpants, but he forgot to warn you about the mosquitoes before sending you his location. it was only around 30 minutes, but he could spot a few reddish marks on your arm, waist, and legs.
you didnât realise this when you were by the lake, but now that youâre under the light, you can see the spots clear as day. jungkook takes your hand to lead you to his car, occasionally having to stop you from touching the mosquito bites. âdonât scratch them, weâll be home soon.â he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, before stopping to caress your earlobe for a slight second.
âbut itâs itchy.â
âpatient.â
you bite down on your lip. patient. you shouldâve been patient when you were taking that damn bath!!! this is what you get when youâre too eager for jeon jungkook.
jungkook took you back to his, immediately using a cold damp towel to caress over the little scattered bites. the mosquitos that were by the lakeside were deadly- the small pink dots had turned into a few red swollen bumps.Â
you were in his embrace, feeling nothing but defeated. this is literally his second time treating your injuries within two days. a familiar feeling you feel before tearing up runs up your nose, triggering your eyes to start to build up with tears. oh, you feel so guilty right now. almost weeping in his lap, he comforts you on the back while the other hand applies ointment on the bumps, he pulls out a handheld fan to relieve the itching.Â
âthereâs more on the legs.â you tugged on his sleeve, speaking through sulking. jungkook moves to search for the rest of the bites, not expecting you to lift up your skirt to reveal the red mark on the inside of your left thigh. jungkook hesitates for a split second before applying some of the white ointment on his fingertip, his heart seems to be beating faster than usual - his head spinning, but he ignores it.Â
when his hands move closer to the spot, you close your legs slightly out of discomfort, just enough to cover the mark with your panties. jungkook feels his breathing fasten, he uses his middle finger to push the fabric of the underwear out of the way, rubbing the treatment on the spot. he wasnât too sure what he touched, but he was sure he saw a slight reaction from your body, causing your hand that was holding the skirt to slightly twitch. feeling a twinge of playfulness creep up, he holds the small fan to the spot, turning it on with the press of a button.Â
you immediately close your legs out of sensitivity, giving him an alarming look. the second your legs squeezed against each other, jungkook swore he touched your core with his hand. he felt a numb shoot from his hand, through his veins, then right to his scalp.Â
you noticed his reaction on his face, and downwards. half of you wanted to take the rare opportunity- but you listened to the other half that told you to slow this down. you decided to leave after that interaction, not giving the both of you what you two obviously want from each other.Â
plus, he has the whole night to deal with that problem. and plenty of time to think about you.
talking about giving him time, you made the cruel decision to not contact him for the next few days. not to remind you, there was a load of work you had to do for this week for your job.
you knew jungkook would never break the âno contactâ type of thing either, but through some late-night stalking, you did find him updating his social media a little too frequently. either it was some workout progress pictures or his dinner with bam. weird.
the weekend came by fast, yerin texted you wondering if you wanted to go bowling with her, you hesitated, wanting to use tomorrow getting ready to see jungkook and bam. but she added that jungkook was going to be there- and you were immediately sold.
yerinâs boyfriend was decent friends with jungkook, they always hung out together, but right after you and jungkook ended things roughly, her boyfriend did not seem to like you very much. which is very reasonable since you did break up with him over text and whatever. which is something that has been keeping you awake at night lately.
arriving at the bowling alley, you see someone familiar with jungkookâŠthe blind date girl. she had two bottles of sprite in her hands while sitting on the side benches. you canât help but notice the pair of matching sneakers they had on.
you watch with widened eyes as jungkook goes over to her to converse, his eyes glistening with a smile that you havenât seen in a while.
you do not like jeon jungkook very much right now.
yerin drags you to go say hi to her boyfriend and jungkook, you get a hesitant and sly âheyâ from yerinâs boyfriend while jungkook on the side spares you a glance, just one single glance, to instantly turn back to the girl, the two chatting away. oh okay, so heâs going to do this now.Â
out of annoyance, you decided to cheer and clap for every other guy that is up bowling. you immediately caught the attention of one boy, he walked up to you, asking for your number with redness rising from his ears. naturally, you couldnât reject him right now, giving your number in a swift motion right in front of jungkook.Â
still no acknowledgement from him.
finding a spot next to him on the benches, you intentionally sat closer to him. he gave you one warning look before scooting to the other side.
the girl on his right seemed to notice you, sparing you a cautious look while handing jungkook a pre-opened sprite bottle- he took it easily, raising the bottle to his mouth to take a sip out of it.Â
you slightly raised your arm, bumping the bottle with some strength just before his lips touched the bottle's mouthâŠcausing a few drops to splatter out and onto the collar of his t-shirt, and his face.
as this was not expected at all, the other girl lets out a sharp gasp before pulling a pack of tissues out of her purse, and he takes it urgently to wipe the liquid off his face. you feel him turning to look at you, head cocked, his tongue poking around his mouth. you decided to play dumb, âshit, iâm so sorry kook, i didn't mean to do that.â
the girl on the other side kept calling jungkook by kook the whole time, hearing the nickname leave your mouth, he knows exactly what youâre doing. youâre doing this again.
jungkook didnât make a single sound, while yerinâs boyfriend couldnât help but let out a chuckle out his mouth at your actions.
when he got the chance to bowl, he took it very seriously, pins knocked after pins. yerin nudges you to capture your attention: âitâs definitely because he wants to show off to someone heâs interested in.âÂ
you: âcanât be that blind-dating girl, can it?â
yerin: âwell itâs not youâŠnot after all thatâŠâ
you commented sourly: âsheâs not his type.â
yerin gives you a knowing smile. ây/n oh y/n.â
âi know yerin, iâm being very stupid. but i canât help it.â
you fully understand what âthe grass is always greener on the other sideâ means now. you want what you canât have.
the loud sound of many pins being knocked down, this is his second strike in a row- a turkey, if you will. your eyes darted towards him after the âSTRIKEâ was displayed on the screen, but he was looking at the girl sitting on the bench, currently giving him two thumbs-ups.
he responded with a boyish smile.
and that was your cue to leave. you told yerin you felt like leaving early, and she grabbed your arm before you could go. âweâre nearly done then weâre getting dinner, you really wanna leave?â âyeah, iâm goingâŠâ you replied, uninterested anymore.
driving home, your phone buzzed many times when you hit a red light. yerin notified you that once you left, it seemed like jungkook also lost his energy to continue playing, hitting only a few pins before leaving with the girl without staying afterwards.Â
an idea popped into your head, causing you to spin the wheel and turn back- to his house.
this will be the final time youâll ever willingly go to his house if this does not work out the way you wanted.
when you arrive at the familiar door, you know he probably hasnât gotten home just yet. you decided to wait outside. the thought that what if he brought the girl home? races through your mind as you suddenly shoot up, contemplating whether you should just hop into the elevator and go home before you vividly see that image happen in front of your eyes.
you are now facing the closed elevator, a shaky finger hovering over the âââ button. just before physically pressing it, the âdingâ from the elevator pulled you back to reality from your thoughts. you watch the door open at a snail's pace, revealing the figure of one specific person- just one, thank god.
jungkook has his phone in one hand, scrolling through emails when he notices that a person is standing outside of the elevator. and it was you. his girl.
eyes meet. he holds strong eye contact, and you could look right through those brown eyes. no words were needed at this moment. the distance between the two of you closes when he hurries to unlock the door, takes your purse and throws it onto the couch, pushing you against the back of the door. everything just simply felt right. his right hand immediately found itself slightly pinching the soft flesh of your earlobe- as if it was made to rest on top of your lobe.
you seriously missed being this close to him, feeling your knees weaken as he pressed his soft lips on you, he tasted like exactly what youâve been missing for these years. it feels almost like what you feel when youâre in love. you pulled away when bam nudged your foot, but he was more forceful than ever, lifting your chin to meet your lips with his again. you only needed to focus on jungkook at this moment.
right when your hands were finding their way into his shirt, he pulled away, gazing at you. âi got to shower first.â he said, slightly out of breath.Â
jungkook rushed home after dropping that girl off, planning to take a shower before driving to your place. he had nothing to lose at this point- he doesnât care if you know that he still remembers your address; he doesnât care if heâs the one outside your door this time. the way he shouldâve been two years ago.
but he was taken by surprise when he saw you outside his front door.Â
he couldnât keep lying to himself that he doesnât think about you, because youâre all heâs been missing about every single day. you, you, and only you.
you couldnât let go of him at all, scared that heâd just slip away if you didnât have your hands on him. âwe can shower together.âÂ
âŠthe âshowerâ took almost a whole hour. the bathroom echoed with your whines. many times, jungkook had to wrap his hand around your mouth, softly reminding you through his own pleasurable groans âthe walls are thin in the bathroom, darl.â
carrying you to his bed, you were surprised at how effortlessly the mattress allowed him to move all over you. at first, you did not realize, but he was being way too harsh with you.
he was rough when he wanted to be, but he was never this rough?!! jungkook had no hesitation in marking you, pinching your waist when you moved in his rhythm, every single push inside of you made you feel like he wanted to pin you straight into the bed. not to mention-Â your entire body has been scattered with bites and signs of his touch. youâre definitely not complaining about how perfect he felt when he mended into you, and you had to admit, he was so fucking hot when he is rutting himself inside of you out of pure desire and frustration.Â
jungkook did not want to hurt you in any way, and you both knew that.
but you did not need him knowing that this was the most passionate, satisfying sex youâve ever had. so you made the bold decision to start putting your underwear on right after the sensual fuck. not giving him any time for aftercare.Â
jungkook was lying comfortably on the bed when he noticed that you wanted to leave, his quick reaction caused him to sit up, large hands holding down your waist as he pressed you back down into the mattress. his bright eyes stared at you, âwhere are you heading to? hm?â
âback home,â you maintain deep eye contact, itâs hard not to kiss him when his soft, pretty lips are at a reachable distance in front of you. âi obviously canât stay the nightâŠâ
jungkookâs grip on your waist tightened, you swear you saw the light in his eyes die out almost immediately. almost a fog covers his pupils and you figure maybe you were a little too extreme with that answer.Â
a delicate emotion runs across his face and he almost looks hurt when he finally gathers his words, âsoâŠyou waited outside my houseâŠjust to sleep with me?â
in that moment, you felt like the biggest cunt in the world.
you couldnât find the right answer, if you said yes, you are the biggest cunt in the world confirmed- if you said no, you donât think thatâs a correct answer either way.
after not collecting a response from you, jungkook lets go, plopping back onto the bed, itâs almost like he took that silence from you as a confirmation of his theory. he laughs to himself, âfuck, why do i keep falling for these games you play?â
he moves his eyes away from you, to a random object in the room. âif you couldâve told me youâre real intention to simply just sleep with me ages ago, we wouldnât be like this at all, y/n.â
you close your eyes, remaining in your position on his bed.Â
in the start, you were definitely in it just for a quick fuck. but it looks like youâre now in deep waters. jungkook is irresistible- and you mightâve gone way too far with this one.
âdonât say that.â you move to his side, âi seriously loved you back then.âÂ
âif you loved me, i donât think you wouldâve sent me off to a different city, y/n.â
âi told you it was an opportunityâŠi know youâd be better off if you got that job, even if we broke up, i wanted you to be successful, and not- stay in this small cityâŠbeing stuck with me.â you replied, hoping he would meet eye with you again.
jungkook was tired of arguing about this. he knew the both of you werenât the best when it came to communicating, he didnât want to leave your city because you were in it, but he knew it mightâve been the end when he saw his name on the office announcement. he told you he couldnât accept doing long distance, while you simply replied over text âthen letâs just end it all. no matter if you go or not. letâs just end it here.â and that ruined him.Â
it was almost like you just desperately wanted to get rid of him.
if only he had the balls to drive to your house to talk this out, but he didnât.
he absolutely shouldâve, but he didnât.Â
âlook at this! itâs painful.â he stopped in his thoughts when your head found his chest, you were pointing to the bruises he had left on your thigh. âjungkook! bruises.â
jungkook didnât want to respond at all, but couldnât help looking down on your pretty body. many parts of your skin were turning red from his roughness. he knew he didnât use much strength at all, your skin was just easily sensitive. but he couldnât help but feel his heart soften slightly when he heard your voice full of sulk.Â
he spoke with a gentle tone âsorry,â while circling an arm around your waist, massaging your hips. âdoes it still hurt?â
âyeah.â
jungkook adjusted his position, hovering over you, he kissed every single mark he made on your body, making sure every single area on your skin was being loved.Â
âwhat now?â
you knew exactly what he was asking about. what now? us? but you played dumb once again. âwhat?â
looking down at you his tongue ran over his pillow lips, he remained silent.Â
âyou explain the matching sneakers first.â you raised your eyebrows.
âi bought them on purpose after i saw her wearing them after friday dinner. to piss you off.â jungkook replied.
but he didnât include the part where he rejected her forwardly and blatantly the first night when he drove her home after dinner. he didnât include the part where he asked her the night before going bowling if she could help him with a favor. he didnât include the part where the favor was to ask her if she could come and help him act this way to piss you off.Â
you couldnât help but let a giggle slip when he stared at you with a straight face. âokay, now i like you a whole lot again.â
after receiving a satisfying answer, a smile of relief crept onto his face, feeling his jaw unclench. âso youâre not just in it for one single fuck?â he teased.
âone wonât be enough.â
âgive me an amount then.â
âi donât knowâŠuntil youâre bored of me? i guess?â you replied, intertwining your hand with his.
i will never get bored of you, he thought to himself. he looked at your soft hand interlocked with his, not only will he never get bored of you, but heâll also never let go of this hand ever again.
his other hand reached for your earlobe.
after getting back together with jungkook, youâve realized how different this man has become over this time.Â
you remember him sometimes being very unreasonable, overprotective, almost overwhelming- of a boyfriend. and of course, sometimes jealousy is cute! you get that, but he was over the top about it. but now- now this is different.Â
itâs the indifferences that make a relationship cute!
occasionally you still pull a cheeky lie, telling him that youâre going home to rest- but bumping into him in a local bar. he wouldnât be angry at all, unlike before. instead, he would drag you with a teasing smile to come drink at his table. thatâs when you know youâre in for a long night back at his house.
but there was something you really wanted to talk out with him.Â
one summer night, when the cold wind was blowing through his large window, you turned your body to face him- there was something that was keeping you up tonight. he felt your movement next to him, âwhatâs up?â
âitâs been likeâŠtwo months since we got back together, right?â
âright.â
âi think i want to talk some things out.â
thank god the night was dim, and jungkook was grateful because of that, he knows the expression on his face is not very charming. if this was a face-to-face conversation, he doesnât know how heâll be able to handle it.Â
âyeah?â there was a hint of calmness in his voice, almost like he was forcing it. jungkook doesnât know what to expect. he thought there would be a different result this time- heâs a different person! he finds himself desperately praying with his aching heart that this will not be another heart-shattering break-up again.Â
at least, this time it's in person, right?
right?
he was lost in panic when your hand squeezed him under the quilt.Â
âjungkook, do you think i broke up with you because i wanted to get rid of you?â
was it not? the three words were stuck in his throat, but he wanted to hear your voice more than his own right now.
âwell, it wasnât. it was for a more stupid reason- not because you were clingy, and whatever you thought. i wanted you to be successful, of course. but it was all out of my stupidity, i texted that out of anger, i didnât actually mean it. i just wanted to see if you would come find me. come talk it out. i know we both werenât good with words.â
you lowered your voice, âstupidly, a selfish part of me- even though i wanted you to get the job- a little bit of me still wished that you wouldâve picked me over that.â after your little statement, you felt a heavy rock was lifted from your chest.
the hand that you held slightly twitched under your grip. he fully moved to face you. you turned away out of embarrassment.Â
to honestly admit that you love jeon jungkook, is a harder thing than you thought.Â
you felt the mattress vibrate, and then you realize he was now laughing at you. âi believe everything you say, even if you lied to my face, i would trust you without a doubt, y/n.âÂ
âthat was all my honest words!!!â
âi know. i know.â he said through chuckles. you turned towards him, embracing your urge to touch your lips with his. with muffled laughter, he moves right on top of you, locking both sides of your body with his strong thighs.Â
itâs annoying how heâs still smilingâŠ.when heâs peeling your pyjamas off you.
his eyes are glassy and glowy under the reflection of the moonlight, you could get lost in them for days.Â
âi donât care what you say,â he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, âiâve always loved you more than you did me. y/n.â
âokay then.â you replied, not wanting to argue with the man who was currently pressing lovebites on your neck.
jungkook smirks against your neck,Â
way, way more. (end)
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Right Kind of Wrong (6)
She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isnât exactly that good in bedâOr is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong⊠But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.
Part summary: she is taken aback as the student becomes the master. wc: 4,3k
Series Warnings: 18+ explicit content (this part includes masturbation, forced orgasm, a little squirting, female and male oral), graphic details of murder
a/n: SMUT ALERT! If you like sexy stuff then you can just read this, but reading previous parts is better for context :)
Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
SPENCER HAD WITNESSED MANY THINGS THAT LEFT HIM IN A STATE OF WONDER. Certain books or poetry. Certain buildings, art, or places. Specific moments that left him in an overwhelming sense of awe. But no amount of experience could prepare him for the view right at this moment. It felt as if he wasn't worthy enough to marvel this splendor sight of a woman.
Was comparing her to a masterpiece of fine art too excessive? Although he couldn't help it, with the way she was sprawled along the couch with knees spread apart, she seemed to be all source of beauty and perfection. His eyes trailed across her glorious body; adorning every curve, every line, and every inch of her skin.
His body ached to touch her, to feel her hot skin underneath his fingertips, yet he wouldnât dare himself to reach out. This was her moment, he realized. She was laid out in front of him on her own accord, wearing nothing but a coy smile and a certain spark in her eye. Who was he to interrupt a woman basking in her sensuality?
"So, is this some kind of a lesson?" He slowly asked after a moment, his tone provocative and full of meaning as he paused and licked his lips. "If you must know, I'm a very fast learner."
Her eyes were focused on his mouth, those plump lips now glistening slightly from where his tongue had just wet them. "A lesson, a show... you can think of it as anything you want." Then a taunting smile played on her lips. "I only need you to pay attention."
His gaze swept over her wet flesh, flushed and swollen, the slickness glistening from her core made every part of him swell. "You've had my full attention ever since I saw you that night. You're all I think about."
She felt herself crumbling at his confession. Her heart hammered against her chest, the charge behind his words spreading warmth throughout her body that had nothing to do with her arousal. "Don't say things like that, Dr. Reid."
"Why?"
Because I think I could fall for you.
She swallowed the thought away and focused her attention on this moment. Sex. That was what she should be thinking of, not the way her mind was going into a spiral of admiration that had nothing to do with physical attraction. Nothing else should matter when the man sitting a few feet away from her was looking at her as if she was his favorite meal.
"On second thought," she decided to say, her fingers slowly moving across her thigh. "Words are good."
When he didn't respond, she continued, her hand slipping between her legs. "Words can be an additional sense to stimulate the brain that goes beyondâ" Her fingers softly pressed onto her clit. "âtouch."
"That... is true," he softly agreed, his breathing more shallow as he watched her fingers moving in a circle motion. "The brain is the most receptive erogenous zones in the human body."
"Exactly. Now tell me what you're thinking."
There wasn't a moment of hesitation as he answered, "How beautiful you are."
She couldn't help the genuine smile forming in her mouth. "What else?â
She really was a sight. Chemicals suddenly flood his system, making his head pound and chest restrict, his blood entirely redirecting south. He gulped as she quickened the pace on her clit. "How I want to be the one touching you right now."
"Yeah?" She readjusted her position to spread her legs wider, wanting to give him a better look at her glistening flesh. "Tell me how you would touch me."
He could feel his body tightening with arousal. "With my hand."
She bit on her bottom lip, trying to hold her amused laughter. "I think that's already a given." Then she gently sped up the motion of her fingers, her voice coming out breathless as she whispered, "You can do better than that, Spencer."
There was an intense warmth that spread along his body. Hearing her call out his name as she pleasured herself gave him a certain control of the situation. It honestly felt exhilarating to be the reason of her arousal. He was the one she wanted. He was the one to have the privilege to behold her whimpering in desperation.
He then leaned forward, a new sense of power in his voice. "I want to run my hands all over you. I want to taste you." She hummed a response, eyes locking with his. "I want to see you writhing as I map your body with my tongue."
He noticed how receptive she became to his words, her body squirming as her fingers pressed onto her clit harder. He took it as an encouragement and kept on going.
"I want to put my head between your thighs. I want to be the one sucking on all that wetness." His tongue swiped along his bottom lip as his gaze traveled down the slickness dripping between her legs. "Look at how soaking wet you are, taking pleasure in my voice as you desperately play with yourself."
Y/n believed Spencer was a smart man. She also believed it when he said he was a fast learner, yet actually hearing his erotic suggestion while he watched her so earnestly drove her over the edge. Her other hand slid across her breast, pinching her aroused nipple as she continued the erratic movement of her fingers. Her eyelids dropped at the sensation traveling through her body.
"I want to make you feel good until you can't breathe," she heard him say, his voice growing more strained. "Until you can't see, until you can't think of anything else but the overwhelming pleasure I will give to you."
She whimpered out a desperate sigh. The snarl of pleasure that tore itself from his throat at her desperation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. This glorious feeling of knowing she craved him, that she needed him as badly as he did was indescribable it gave him more power.
"I want to ruin you in the best way possible."
She inhaled sharply, time standing still for a moment. Her eyes then snapped open, landing on him splaying his hands over his knees. Her insides wrenched. Her chest was heaving as her fingers slowed down while she tried to register the refined yet filthy words coming out of his mouth. "Well, aren't you quite the poet."
She saw him shrug his shoulders with a bashful smile curling on his lips. "I read a lot."
A breathless laugh escaped her mouth. "Of course you do."
Then her eyes skimmed across his face, noticing the way his eyes glazed over her. His gaze was a slow pull, a gentle tug at the edge of her consciousness. It was evident in the way her body responded, her core alight with the fire he had been patiently building, throwing more fuel over it with each second that passed.
"You're so pretty," he gently spoke, raking his eyes along the span of her exposed body. Then he couldn't help himself as the next words slipped out of his mouth without much thought, "Put a finger inside yourself."
She tensed for a slight moment before she relaxed. "Giving me orders now?"
"I want to see how tight you are."
Her breath hitched at his words. There was a moment of silence as she slipped a finger into her entrance, her body quivering at the pressure. She moved it slowly, feeling the slickness of her walls clenching around her finger that she let out a moan.
"Add another finger. I know you can take it," he ordered, almost drooling at the sight in front of him. His gaze roamed her flesh, drinking in her naked body, the line of her neck, the peak of her breasts, the flare of her hips, the way she writhed with the pressure of her fingers, and her moanâgod, the noises she made. It grew louder as he told her to go faster, her body quivering when he remarked that she was not fast enough.
"You can do better than that, Y/n."
She let out a loud gasp at the sound of her name, her back arching away from the couch, her eyes instantly locking with his. She felt so light-headed, so hot, so unbelievably wet. She started to come aware of everything. The feeling of her fingers digging into her soft flesh, continuously swirling against her heat, and the way his eyes soaked in her every movement. She could feel the weight of his stare and it was enough to throw her over the edge, her fingers moving at a quicker pace.
"Are you close?"
"Yes," she confirmed, her legs beginning to burn as she felt herself getting closer to the steady rhythm she had created with herself. Small whimpers slipped through her lips as she felt the familiar sensation tightening in the pit of her stomach, her mind already losing focus of her surroundings.
"Stop touching yourself."
His sudden voice pulled her back to reality, eyes narrowing in his direction. Somehow she managed to halt her movement as she watched him slowly rise from his seat, striding across the room with leisured yet determined steps. Then he positioned himself right in front of her, standing above her so that she had to tilt her head upward to see his face.
"I'm a man of my word." He slowly lowered himself, dropping down to his knees. A slow, sinful smile snuck its way along his lips as his hand grazed the satin span of her thigh. "I do want to ruin you."
She made a little noise, halfway between a sigh and a moan as a long finger brushed featherlight over her sex. Her fingers slowly slipped away as her eyes trained on him, watching the way he carefully slid a finger between her wetness, feeling his callused pad swipe along her slick folds. And when she thought she couldn't get more aroused than this, he proved her wrong by closing the distance, his mouth wrapped around her throbbing clit.
He grunted in delight as her slickness dampened his jaw.
"You taste so sweet," he murmured, and she felt the warm gust of his exhale into her heat. It made her walls flex just as his tongue dived inside her. She leaned back and writhed as he eagerly licked between her slit, wrapping his arms around her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her hot flesh. She faintly looked down at him and found his eyes boring into hers, watching her intently as he wrapped his lips around her sweet spot and sucked every inch of her like a man starved.
She closed her eyes, her fingers tangling in his thick, untamed hair as she felt another wave of pleasure hit her. His tongue was pressed flat up against her, lapping at her eagerly before moving to twirl around her clit deliciously. She could feel her high approaching, thighs already trembling and he found that to be the perfect time to pull her in closer by the thighs, wrapping his arms securely around them to bring her core closer to his face.
Feeling her body shake, he wasted no time, tongue furiously licking against her and sliding the muscle in and out easily. His growl rumbled against her wetness as she spasmed, her face a mess of sweat and tears as he lapped up her folds, his tongue sliding into her and pressing on the walls. It didn't take long for her to moan out his name as the sensation struck her body, his hands firmly supported her convulsing body over his tongue to help ride out her high.
She pulled onto his hair with both of her hands, moving her hips against his face as he continued to groan and lick her through her climax. Utterly dazed and covered in a sheen of sweat with a pleasant tingling sensation traveling throughout her body, she watched as he slowly straightened himself, grabbing onto her arm and pulling her into a sitting position.
Then he didn't wait anymore longer as he buried his face in her chest, mouth circling onto her hard nipple. Shoulders tensing, she grabbed a handful of his hair. His tongue was lapping eagerly while his hands roamed her breasts greedily, trying to grab as much of her as he possibly could.
She was dizzy with feverish need, pulling him closer to her chest, getting herself drunk on the caresses against her skin. It wasn't until she felt fingers sliding into her pulsing, sensitive heat that she let out a desperate moan, louder than she intended to.
"Spencer," she whimpered, her body starting to shake again. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you pleasure," he murmured against her skin. Then he proceeded to prove his words by thrusting his fingers steadily into her while his thumb rubbed onto her clit. Her hips buckled while her hand fumbled everywhere in search of something to hold before gripping it along his wrist, a familiar yet stronger sensation pushing through her body for the second time.
This high was fast. It was consuming her so much that she could already feel the coil in her stomach, her mind going blank. She arched her back, instinctively shoving away a bit from him, but he moved closer, rocking his fingers in and out of her body at a more rapid pace, almost violently.
"That's it, I got you," he growled in a rich, rounded tone, slamming his fingers into her. "You can take it."
The pleasure suddenly exploded inside of her, sending her over the edge as she cried louder than before, the sensation sweeping her up into orgasmic bliss and leaving her panting heavily. The feeling was all-consuming, overwhelming in all the best ways. She let out a sob as he eased her through it, kissing her breasts while her thighs shook around his arm.
Her breathing slowed as she came back down to reality and she reached out her hand for him. There was a coy smile on his lips as he sat beside her, pulling her body into his arms as he gently hooked a hand under one of her legs, placing it on top of his thighs.
She might not be as smart as he was, but she could tell exactly what he had in mind.
"Spencer," she hissed, throwing him a pointed look. But her protest trembled as he gently kissed the corner of her lips, traveling along her jawline before he buried his head in the crook of her neck.
"I think you can give me another one."
A hiss of pleasure instantly flew out of her mouth as she felt him thrusting two fingers inside her swollen flesh. There was no mercy in his sudden movement this time, curling his digits inside her vigorously, the sensation had her legs shaking all over again. She could hear how drenched she was, the slick sound of him driving into her echoed around the room, followed by a harsh, loud sob ripping through her throat.
The heel of his palm pressed against her clit as he continued to curl his fingers inside her. Her thighs tightened around his hand, trying desperately to push him away from the overwhelming sensation. Her body was already shaking from the sheer number of times of pleasure, unsure that she could take much more.
"I-I can'tâ" She begged him, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, trying to pull his hand away but instead the vibrations began to ripple throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back as her mouth dropped open, no longer able to speak as a loud squeal left her lips, the sound distorted by the pleasure surging through her body. âP-Please. I canât.â
"One moreâjust one last time."
She cried out and huffed breaths in her nose as his fingers curled and started to rock almost violently forward, swinging hard against a spot deep inside her. Her eyes went wide, feeling something entirely new, like nothing she had ever experienced before. "I-I can't, it's too muchâfuck."
"That's it. Such a good girl." He growled, panting with exertion, using the strength of his whole arm to push in and out at a blistering speed. "You look so pretty like this."
"I-I'm going to make a messâ" A panic cry left her mouth, her whole body tensing. Her grip tightened around his forearm, reveling in the flex of his tendons as he rocked his fingers inside her violently.
"Then make a mess." He kissed the side of her neck. "Come on, make a mess for me."
He was forcing out filthy, squelching noises from her body and all she could do was lean into him, wordlessly panting needy noises. Then his thumb circled around her clit, pushing it up into her body so harshly she was gripping onto his arm for dear life. She couldn't take it anymore, her body shaking as the intensity rippled along her core.
And then it suddenly came to herâso intense, so violent, sweeping her away as she almost blacked out at the force of pleasure. She could hear his distinctive voice, triumphant, then turning into lavish praise as she screamed, focusing on a sudden pressure in her gut before a strong gush of liquid surged from her body. He watched her tremble and held her close to him as she screamed out his name, his fingers continuously circling her clit roughly.
Y/n had never felt a pleasure so intense until now. Her body was spasming, her legs were shaking, and her eyes were closed shut. She held onto him desperately and felt his heart beating under her palm as he kissed the side of her head, gently muttering praises as he helped her ride out the tide of pleasure convulsing in her blood. And when every drip of liquid escaped her body, she finally let out a sigh, her head falling against his shoulder.
The silence was calm after the wave, but his voice slowly filled her head with a hint of triumph. "So, did I do well?"
She was tired; utterly, delightfully tired. But she wasn't in the place to hear him gloat. Her eyes slightly trained on him, and hating the smug look on his face, she slowly turned her body towards him. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling as she pressed her lips on his cheek, softly, barely even touching it, before she trailed her lips down his jawline, stopping on the crook of his neck.
"I.." He breathed out, his voice sounding strangled as she felt his grip on her hip. "What are you doing?"
"Just reciprocating your words." She then opened her mouth, her tongue slightly tasting his skin. "I want to ruin you too."
Her parted lips were hot against his skin, his eyes fluttering close as she softly sucked on the spot below his ear. He let out a soft whimper, melting into her touch. What was it about neck kisses that made them feel so good? Was it the tingles that ran down his spine through to the soles of his feet with every kiss? Was it the feeling of intimacy clouding his thoughts?
Y/n wasn't even fully recovered from the pleasure still strumming in her system but she found herself reaching over, sinking onto her knees in front of him. His eyes went wide momentarily. Realization hit him as he understood what she wanted, what she wanted to do to him, his eyes studying the determined look on her face.
"A-Are you sure?" He asked carefully, sliding a hand into her hair. "Because if you change your mind, I'm more than fine."
She dragged her eyes up to his body, lingering for a few seconds on the vest he was still clad in and caressing the blush dipping along his neck before settling on his face. "I think it's only fair. Besides," she muttered, giving him a sly smile, looking into the passion brimming in his eyes. "I really want to suck you."
He grunted at her words, leaning onto the couch as he watched her. She wanted to bask in the warmth of his gaze, the utter devotion in his eyes as she settled between his thighs. She leaned closer, raking her nails over the contours of his legs, the material of his pants rippling under her fingers.
Biting her lip, she slid one hand over his bulge. He let out a sharp breath, desperately whispering her name as she unbuttoned the belt around his waist. Her movements were slow, lingering the anticipation in his tensed muscles. And after fumbling with his belt, he finally helped her, pulling himself out of the confinement of his pants.
She sighed in satisfaction. God, he was beautiful. He was thick and solid, warm and long with a slight curve. Veins dance along his length and she traced a finger up to the flared head, before dipping her head, her lips following. The droplet of wetness on the tip looked too nice to be ignored and her head completely emptied as she leaned in and licked it up.
He grunted weakly, out of amusement or desire, she didn't knowâmaybe both. Humming, she wrapped one hand around him and stroked him slowly. A pause settled between them before she finally took him fully in her mouth. He was all salt-tinged mixed with something undeniably him, his taste bursting on her tongue. She kept swallowing him down, her jaw stretching wide as she struggled to get every inch of him inside her, wrapping her hand around what was left.
"Y/n," he groaned between ragged breaths as her mouth wrapped around the girth of his thickness. He had his hand buried deep in her hair, holding it up in his grip when she tightened her hold on him, squeezing him gently. The added stimulation made his eyes roll back, a masculine sound of pleasure resounding in his throat. "You're unbelievable."
The compliment and the urgency in his voice made her wonder how much she was able to make him lose control. She swirled her tongue around him, swallowing him back down as she give him a rough, firm pump. She hollowed her cheeks and greedily inhaled him. His smooth, warm length slid across her tongue and he hit the back of her throat. The vibrations traveled down, shooting through his veins and he almost came apart right there.
"Shit," he rasped out, tugging on her hair as his hips jerked up, and she gagged, rearing back off with a cough, eyes watering. "You're taking me so well."
She couldn't stop the proud smile forming on her face. She was the one who made him lose controlâthe one who could awaken the dumbstruck look in his eyes. Her mouth enclosed around him again and she repeated the movement, trailing down his cock with her tongue, hands twisting back and forth, lips sliding back down until she had every inch of him in her mouth. He took her head in a tender hold and slammed her face down, his hips flexing to meet her.
The low wet sounds of her gagging meld with his gravelly broken moans were so erotic. She glanced up at him, brow-raising mischievously as she moved her head in a rapid motion. He panted another hoarse sigh out, his chest heaving as he inhaled a lung full of desperately needed air, hips jolting upward.
"I can't hold any longer," he whispered hoarsely.
He was on the edge of his release, she could feel him pulsing in her mouth. The mixture of intimacy and pleasure overwhelmed his body, and instead of pulling away, she only grew more aggressive in her attempt, sucking harder and tongue pressing firmer. Her efforts were rewarded by the hot ropes of liquid hitting her throat. His head was starting to spin, stars danced behind his eyes as he felt her swallow everything he had to give, save for the small dribble past her lips as she unraveled her mouth around his shaft.
She smiled up at him, enjoying the way he was leaning back after his bliss, and despite how heavy his body felt, he used a thumb to wipe away the line of liquid on her mouth. "I think we both are very much ruined."
She let him pull her up, settling himself on top of his thighs. His wide hands engulfed her face before he brought her down to him, capturing her lips in a soft, searing kiss. He kissed her with every ounce of power he had. Kissed her as he had daydreamed about so many times. He kissed her as he had never kissed anyone before, and it was messy and rough and probably looked horrific from a different point of view, but it felt right.
Then he pulled away, yet kept his hold on her. She carefully resigned herself, feeling completely in the moment with him, her eyes lost in his lingering gaze as she scanned over his features. His eyes appeared darker in this light of the room and angle, but she could still see the softness of them.
He suddenly reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The unexpected action had her freeze above him. It awfully felt too intimate, but on the other hand, it felt... somewhat peaceful. Calming. Serene.
And at that moment, she suddenly became aware of their surroundings, of what had took place. The way she was naked and perched on his lap. The way he was mostly fully clothed. The way they were trying to catch their breath.
Then her knee grazed against the deadly weapon still attached to his hip and she jerked, becoming aware of who he was, who she was supposed to be. This unexpected turn of events was already a slight curve in the dynamic between an authority and somebody who was involved in a case.
An unsettling feeling suddenly weighed in her gut as she studied his face, pushing and pulling her consciousness as if she was stepping into a pit of regret⊠into something that was unforeseeableâinto something that wasn't going to end well.
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in the red dark
His eyes trapped yours in their vice-like grip as he stared up at you, fingers brushing against the hem of your jeans, and you swallowed heavily. You felt the rush of alcohol in your head fizzle out into smoke and embers as you sobered up quicker than you ever have in your life.
"Are you sure?"
You swallowed again. Nodded.
There was a small twitch in his eyebrows, and he narrowed his gaze. "It'll hurt."
Despite your heartbeat drowning out all sounds around you, despite the cold sweat on the back of your neck, despite the knowledge that you'll probably regret this - whatever this actually was - in the morning, you smiled.
"Then I guess I'll just have to hold your hand."
Pairing: Tattoo artist!Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 5.8k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, reader is drunk (i apologise if that's not your thing), swearing, perhaps some sexual tension, mentions of pain, needles, tattoos, lots of love-at-first-prick energy, mentions of smoking/cigarettes
Author's note: You guys it's literally embarrassing how badly i've fallen off... LMAO i missed writing sooo so much but life has really got me by the balls these past few months. I hope y'all enjoy this and let me know if you'd be interested in a part two. Love u <3
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Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
You didn't know if it was your heartbeat pulsing in your head, or the heavy beat of the music washing over your senses and travelling through your veins. You couldn't tell, but you truly didn't really care. Right now, your hazy, gin-and-tonic drunken eyes focused only on Wanda, her red hair reflecting the neon club lights, your gaze zeroing in on her lips mouthing the words to a song you couldn't even hear at this point.
You saw her smile, and, as if in reply, your lips tugged into a grin of their own. A wave of heat rolled over you as you danced with Natasha, and you brought up your hand that wasn't holding a glass of something that had begun to taste like water to fan yourself.
You felt, more than heard, Natasha yell into your ear, and you furrowed your brows, turning your eyes from Wanda to meet her gaze.
"What?" you yelled back, confusion marring your features. You saw Nat's shoulders rise and fall with the enormous sigh she took in, and you kept in your giggles.
She tugged on your arm, then pointed to the crowd behind you. More specifically, the exit that was on the other side of the club, blocked by hundreds of hot, sweaty, drunk bodies in their own little worlds - much like you were now. It clicked; you had been in the club drinking your asses off the past three hours, you were hot, your heels were killing you, and, quite frankly, you were running out of money for the night.
You nodded deeply and seriously, eyes screwed shut as Nat tugged Wanda's arm with one hand and yours with the other. Quickly, you downed the rest of the contents of your glass, leaving behind only a thin slice of lemon and a lipstick stain on the rim and snatched your bag off the table before the three of you decided to brave the large crowd that only seemed to grow bigger by the minute.
Holding hands and forming a sort of train, you made it through the suffocating crowd step by step, breath by breath, until, finally, you felt the cool late summer air caress your flushed face, the thumping bass of the club now seeming like a whole different dimension as the heavy door shut behind you with a click.
Wanda, perpetually happy, you've come to understand over the years, let out a raspy laugh.
"This place is fucking insane, guys! Holy shit!" she exclaimed, pointing a manicured finger at the door the three of you had just come through.
You hummed in agreement. "Yeah, why haven't we ever gone here before?"
Natasha, almost always the least drunk out of you three, let out a trademark sigh. She gave you a look you could only translate to 'seriously?'.
"What? I'm being for real," you frowned.
Nat rolled her eyes, then winced as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I know you are, it's just that we've never come here before because this was opening night. You know, the whole reason we even came in the first place? Jesus Christ, you two need some water."
All it took was for you and Wanda to share a look before you both burst out laughing. You leaned on her arm for support as your giggles died down, and you let out a big, happy sigh.
"Come on, we'll never grab a cab here - there's way too many people. Let's walk a couple blocks down," Nat said, stepping between the two of you and throwing her arms around your shoulders. "Can't believe I always get babysitting duty."
You and Wanda smiled coyly, seeing the playfulness glimmering in Natasha's eyes, letting you know she wasn't actually upset.
The three of you started your trek, slightly stumbling but keeping in a straight line for the most part. You had only walked about 150 feet when Wanda let out a gasp. You and Natasha both turned your heads to see what she was pointing so happily at, and when you saw what had made her gasp, you cocked your head in amusement.
Red neon light flooded your hazy vision, one word flickering and buzzing above your head in the dark - tattoo.
"It says they're open 24/7. Isn't that weird? Do you guys think we should all get matching tattoos? What should we get? Wait, do you think we even have enough money to get matching tattoos?"
Disappointment flooded Wanda's rambling, and you opened your mouth to reply, but Nat beat you to it.
"Wanda, we are not getting matching tattoos, especially not while drunk."
Staring at the sign above you, the red neon washing over the world, the soft buzz of electricity coming from it drowned out Wanda's complaining and Natasha's replies. They became background noise as you let the waves of alcohol make the decision for you, surprising even yourself when the words came out of your mouth.
"I want one."
Your two friends stopped their bickering and both stared at you, Nat with an incredulous look on her face, and Wanda with something a little more akin to amusement.
"Really?" they said at the same time, their tones matching their faces.
You nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I feel like never do anything fun. Besides, what's the harm in it? It won't kill me," you said with a shrug.
Natasha's weary eyes gave you a once over, and she took a step toward you, putting a hand up to your forehead.
"Are you sure you don't have alcohol poisoning or something?"
You slapped her hand away with a roll of your eyes. "I'm fine, Nat, I just really wanna get a tattoo now. I already know what I want to get."
Even Wanda, whose idea it was in the first place, gave you a suspicious hum. "Nat's only asking because this really doesn't seem like you, Y/N."
The frustration bubbled in your chest before you could stop it, and you quickly shoved it down. They were right, after all - you were the type of person to never make any decision, big or small, without planning for it in advance and double, and then triple, checking you were absolutely certain. Everybody knew this, which was why your friends were doubtful.
Everyone knew this, yet no one knew how draining it was to always be on top of things. Nobody knew how exhausting to always plan everything out in advance to minimize the risk of anything going wrong as much as you could. School, college, dating, the things you ate, the places you went, the clothes you wore - everything was planned ahead, and, quite frankly, you were growing sick of it. Sick of yourself, almost.
With a huff, and a roll of your shoulders, you tugged your jeans up and lifted your chin. Then, without a word or warning, you turned on your high heel and pushed open the heavy glass door of the tattoo parlor, the bell over your head chiming softly as you walked through.
There's no going back now, a voice called in your head. You blocked it out. Good.
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Leg crossed over the other, you fidgeted with the rips in your jeans as you sat in the black, plastic chair in the front of the shop. After speaking to a girl who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but at work, she told the three of you to have a seat and wait a couple minutes while they got everything set up. She popped her gum as she left, and only in the sudden silence, surrounded by dark walls and miscellaneous photographs adorning them, the nervous flutter in your stomach awoke, sending a cold sweat to your palms.
So, here you were, almost two in the morning sitting between your two best friends, mentally preparing yourself to get a tattoo you didn't even know you wanted a couple of hours ago. Yet, no matter how nervous you were, there was still a bigger part of you, a louder voice in your head encouraging you that this was exactly what you wanted and needed. The seconds ticking by on the clock above you only further reassured you.
A warm palm on your ankle startled you out of your thoughts, and you turned to see Nat, holding your gaze.
"Could you please stop jiggling your foot. You're making me nervous and I'm not even getting anything done."
You gave her a slight nod. "Yeah - yeah, sorry."
You hadn't even realized you were doing it, but it was a nervous tick of yours, a habit that you were never going to break. You turned your head to your other side, and Wanda's mischievous glint in her eyes made you shoot her a smile, growing your confidence by a little.
The soft chime of beads being separated made the three of you turn your focus to the doorway set in the left wall, the same unamused girl from before stepping through before gesturing for you to stand up.
"He's ready for you now."
"He? You're not gonna be the one tattooing me?" you asked nervously, your steps faltering slightly across the black-and-white tiled floor, and you hoped it wasn't too noticeable.
The girl shook her head. "Nope, I'm only here on an apprenticeship. I mainly just work the front desk and do other assistant-like bullshit for Barnes."
"Oh." You didn't know who Barnes was, but you could only assume he was the artist waiting for you behind the beaded curtain.
"Also, your girlfriends have to stay here. It's salon policy, sorry."
You turned back just in time to see Nat and Wanda lower themselves back in their seats, the three of you exchanging a look that showed you didn't believe she was sorry in the least.
"Okay. So, I just... walk through here?" you asked, pointing at the doorway.
The girl nodded, bored out of her mind already. "Yeah, there are two rooms. Go for the left one."
And that was apparently all you were getting out of her, because she turned around and walked away, taking a seat behind the large reception desk with a heavy sigh.
Taking one last look at your friends' reassuring smiles, Wanda sending you an enthusiastic thumbs up, you walked through the curtain with a deep breath. The beads drifted over your shoulders and thighs, then quietly fell back into place behind you as you stepped into the small dark hallway. Go for the left one, she said, so you did, forcing your feet to move forward, heels softly clicking against the tiles.
Oddly enough, the doorway on the left was bare, no door on the hinges and no beaded curtain hanging down, so you knocked on the frame and hesitantly stepped through. You were surprised to find the interior design completely different to the front of the salon - even the small hallway you left behind was dark and depressing, while this part of the shop had rich, shiny hardwood floors, a floor lamp standing in every corner washing the room in an orange hue.
You noticed the walls had less pictures than the ones in the front, but the ones that were hanging were big, framed, and beautiful.
"My buddy Steve painted those," a smooth voice called out, startling you, and you ripped your eyes from the paintings on the walls, not realizing how rude you were being just standing there without saying a word.
Your gaze quickly scanned the room until you found the source of the voice standing at the back of the room, leaning back against a table with his arms crossed over his chest. Whatever words you were planning on saying died in your throat as you took him in. Dark hair, cropped shorter on the sides. Blue eyes underneath heavy-set brows, the bridge of his nose leading down to pink lips that were currently morphing into an amused smile. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw moved as he clenched his teeth, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol in your veins speaking its mind, but you were pretty certain this had to be the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.
"He - he's good," you managed to reply, and he lifted a brow.
"Your friend, I mean - seems like a great painter," you elaborated, gesturing weakly to the wall of canvases. He nodded in agreement, then pushed himself off the table he was leaning against, taking a few steps forward.
"You can lay down now if you want. It might be more comfortable than just standing there while we talk about what we're doing tonight," he said, nodding toward the black massage chair in the center of the room.
You nodded back, willing your ankles to keep steady in your now frustratingly high shoes, along with the gin still pulsing steadily in your head. You may have been even more nervous than you were now if it hadn't been for all the glasses you drank one after another earlier in the night. Right now, you were actually thankful you weren't completely sober for this, because you didn't know how else you would be able to handle the man's sea-blue stare that tracked your every movement as you lied down with such an intensity it made your cheeks burn.
Evidently, he must have noticed your jitters, because he pulled out a small leather stool on wheels and took a seat next to you. He softened his gaze and crossed his arms again. You couldn't help but noticed how peculiar they were - for no reason other than the fact that the short, tight sleeves allowed you to see they were completely bare, not one tattoo in sight on his perfect skin. Weird. Maybe he had tattoos in places you couldn't see, but before you could think too deeply on that and risk blushing again, you ripped your eyes back up to his.
"I'm Bucky," was all he said, voice now quieter and more laid-back, probably trying to help ease your nerves even more.
"I'm Y/N," you replied, then cleared your throat.
"I'm assuming this is your first ever tattoo?" he asked, and you winced a bit.
"It's that obvious?"
He - Bucky - gave you a small smile. "Kind of. But you also don't seem like the type of person to get a drunk tattoo at-" he checked the watch on his wrist "-1:52 a.m."
Check and mate. You gave a small shrug. "I guess people can be surprising."
He said nothing to that, only regarded you with a faint amusement in his narrowed eyes, before clearing his throat.
"And what did you have in mind? Kate up front told me you wanted a butterfly, but I need to know if you had something specific in mind?"
"Well, I was kind of hoping to leave the details up to you... I just know I want a butterfly, that's all.
"So, you're putting your trust in me completely, I see."
You felt your heartbeat trip over itself and you cleared your throat, nodding meakly.
"You know," he began as he stood and walked over to the table he was leaning on earlier, "butterflies symbolize transformation, and hope. Metamorphosis. Some also say they symbolize resurrection - triumph of soul over body."
Bucky spoke as he walked back, carrying a few papers and a box of gloves with him. He set the box down on the small table beside your chair, then handed you the papers.
"These are just a few sketches I did when Kate told me what you wanted, but I wasn't sure how big or small you wanted it to be, or where you wanted it to go, so there's a few options you could choose from."
You flipped through the pages, sketch after sketch filling your eyesight, and your breath stilled in your chest. These drawings were absolutely beautiful. Apparently, his buddy Steve wasn't the only one who was insanely talented. Your gaze snagged on one of the last sketches, a small monarch butterfly about the size of a silver dollar, gorgeous patterns covering its spread wings.
Bucky noticed you go still, and tilted his head.
"This one?" he asked. You simply nodded.
"Alright," he said softly. "Let me just prep the stencil and we'll be all set."
Focusing on keeping your breathing steady, in and out, you watched him get up and walk back towards the table. You took the time to admire the strong build of his back, shoulder blades visible under the tight material, triceps slightly flexing as he moved his arms, doing what ever he needed to do. The drinks in your system were doing little to help. In fact, they were just making it worse, sending flashes of heat flooding through your stomach and warming your body as you stared at him.
Sooner rather than later, he turned back around and you quickly tore your eyes away, not wanting to be caught staring, and instead focused your gaze on your painted toenails in your black heels. You clicked your shoes together a couple times, maybe out of nerves, maybe just for something to do, and Bucky sat back down on his stool.
"Alright, doll. Where's this bad boy going?"
You tried not to be so obvious with the way the name affected you, but the way it slipped off his tongue so easily, like it belonged there, had your hands sweating and breath quickening. You swallowed.
"M-my hip. I was thinking my hip."
Bucky cocked a dark brow. "Your hip."
The way he said it, not a question, but rather a statement, voice an octave lower than it was a moment ago, had you reminding yourself to keep breathing.
You nodded. His eyes flickered down to the aforementioned body part, then slowly made their way up, over your stomach and across your chest covered in a lacy top, across your neck, then finally met yours. This time, he was the one who swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he reciprocated your nod.
"Okay. Okay, that's good. That's a cool spot," he said, and then cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, I'm gonna need you to - to unbutton your jeans. So I can, you know, place the stencil and - and ink you, and stuff."
Your lips quirked up, finding it amusing how flustered he seemed to get now, instead of the other way around. A rush of confidence overtook you, whether it was from his stammered words, or the way his eyes had travelled your torso, or maybe it was simply your inebriation. It could have been all three. Whatever it was, it had you staring into his eyes as your hands found the button of your jeans, undoing it and pulling the zipper down, then pulling one side of them down, folding it over itself so your underwear was on display.
Bucky's eyes tracked the movements, darkening when he lifted them back up to yours, and his jaw visibly clenched. You let out a loose breath through your nose and bit your tongue.
The silence between you two felt stretched taught and thin, palpable and ready to shatter at any moment as you stared at each other. He cleared his throat again.
"Would you mind if I smoke?" he asked, voice rough and resigned. You shook your head.
Pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds and a lighter from his pocket, you watched, slightly fascinated, as he pulled a cigarette out from the pack, brought it to his pink lips, struck the lighter and lit it, inhaling deeply. The smoke he blew from his mouth surrounded you, filling the air with a new, hazy tension. He kept eye contact as he threw his cigarettes and the lighter onto the small table, and pulled his stool closer.
He leaned down over your hip, then hesitated. Flicking his eyes up to yours, brows raised in question, you nodded.
Bucky's fingers softly, slowly, grabbed the hem of your underwear and pulled it down a couple of inches, and when his fingertips brushed the delicate skin there, you felt a rush of fire burst through you, starting from the place of contact and going straight to your head. You tried focusing on breathing evenly, but that was difficult to do as you watched him reach behind and pull two black, latex gloves from the box he had brought earlier, pulling them on while studying the small expanse of skin he had exposed.
Your head swam, vision going in and out as you watched him carefully place the stencil he had made against your skin, adjusting it with one hand, pulling your underwear and jeans down with the other so they would stay out of the way. The cigarette dangled from his plump lips, and he pulled it out of his mouth, let smoke leave through his nose as he turned and set it against an ash tray.
He nodded toward the stencil. "Is this placement okay?"
You glanced down, seeing the fine, purple outline of the butterfly you chose on your hipbone, and you nodded. You couldn't help the small smile that reached your lips - it looked amazing already.
"Alright, doll," Bucky said, then carefully peeled the paper back, leaving just the drawing and goosebumps on your skin.
He stared at it for a moment, then frowned.
"What's wrong?" you asked, immediately worried.
"Nothing's wrong, exactly, I just don't think I can ink you in this position. The angle is awkward and the skin isn't tight enough so it might not end up the way you want it to."
"Oh," you said, the frowned yourself. "Well, what would work better?"
He gave a short shrug. "It would be best if you were standing, honestly."
Your mouth parted, but no breath escaped, and you nodded slightly. "Yeah. Okay."
The words came out quiet and breathy, and you hoped he couldn't notice the slight tremble in your arms as you lifted yourself out of the chair and to your feet beside him. Your underwear and jeans rode back up as you did, and you frowned, wondering if you chose a place that was too impractical.
Bucky, either noticing your frown, or noticing where your attention was, rolled his stool closer to you. Looking up at you, his hands reached up with slow, deliberate movements, a question in his eyes. You bit your lip, nodding, and turned to face him completely, standing between his legs, thighs enclosing your own.
You held your breath as his fingers pulled the front of your jeans down, exposing both hips and the front of your panties, and he paused, holding your gaze. You gave him no sign to stop, so he reached for the hem of your underwear again, pulling it down even more this time, exposing not only your hip, but your upper pubic area as well.
His eyes flickered to the skin there, quickly, then back up to yours, and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed. The cigarette was burning out in the ash tray, long forgotten but filling the air with wisps of smoke and the smell of ash.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but feel like the way you were exposed in front of him, lips inches from a place you'd like him to be, the way he was staring into your eyes, pupils dilated and intoxicating - it may have all been just a touch unprofessional. You shooed the thought away when his gloved fingers traced the stenciled out butterfly, and goosebumps rose on your skin again, stomach clenching involuntarily at the touch.
His eyes trapped yours in their vice-like grip as he stared up at you, fingers brushing against the hem of your jeans, and you swallowed heavily. You felt the rush of alcohol in your head fizzle out into smoke and embers as you sobered up quicker than you ever have in your life.
"Are you sure?"
You swallowed again. Nodded.
There was a small twitch in his eyebrows, and he narrowed his gaze. "It'll hurt."
Despite your heartbeat drowning out all sounds around you, despite the cold sweat on the back of your neck, despite the knowledge that you'll probably regret this - whatever this actually was - in the morning, you smiled.
"Then I guess I'll just have to hold your hand."
Bucky gave you a sly smile, and shook his head, almost to himself, sucking in a deep breath before rolling back to grab the tattoo gun from the table. He moved the machine slightly closer so it had better reach, and you shifted on your feet nervously. At this point, you were more focused on the incoming pain than the pain already killing your heels and toes in your shoes.
"This is an area that usually doesn't hurt as much as others, but you'll still feel some discomfort," he told you as he fiddled with the machine and the gun, flicking it to life. The quiet buzzing filled the air, and you sucked in a sharp breath even though you nodded at his words.
He lifted his head to look at you, reaching a hand up to grab your other hip steady. "It'll feel like a buzz under your skin, or a slight stinging. If it gets too much for you, just squeeze my hand and I'll stop. I promise."
You made yourself look deep into his eyes and you noted the reassurance in them, so you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding and nodded, screwing your eyes shut.
His grip on you tightened, and it was a mild comfort as he pressed the needle into your skin, inking the first few drops into your hip. The pain wasn't excruciating, nor was it unbearable, but it was surprising, and like nothing you had ever felt before. You let out a soft gasp as he worked, trying to keep still so as not to disturb him, but you couldn't help your hand that shot out to grab his wrist - the one on your hip. He paused and turned his focus up to you, tender worry in his blue eyes.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
You clenched your jaw and nodded. "Just keep going, it's not that bad."
After a few more minutes, you seemed to get used to the stinging sensation, and now the area just felt numb. You had asked Bucky about it, but he smiled and reassured you that it was perfectly normal.
Your senses blurred together and you closed your eyes against all the stimulants - the smell of smoke still hanging in the air, the buzzing of the tattoo gun, the numbness in your hip, Bucky's firm hold on you and the strength of his wrist flexing beneath the palm of your hand.
You kept reminding yourself to breath, to focus on something else - anything other than the needle currently piercing your skin.
Bucky's fingers gave you a light squeeze, and you nearly trembled.
"Just a little more, doll, that's it. You're doing so good for me, you know that?" Bucky muttered softly, his breath warm against your bare skin, and you nodded even though he couldn't see.
"Just a few more seconds and we'll be all done, sweetheart, I promise."
"Okay," you whispered breathily and turned your gaze up towards the paneled ceiling.
"All done, doll," Bucky said, voice bringing your focus back to him. He switched the gun off and rolled back in his chair slightly to put it back where it belonged. He plucked a bottle of something off the table and grabbed a paper towel.
"This is just some antibacterial soap I'm gonna use to clean the ink residue off you, okay?"
It was all you could do to nod in response, and you watched him move as he cleaned the tattoo, then wiped it down carefully. You winced, and he frowned.
Bucky put the soap back and grabbed another similar-looking bottle.
"This is just lotion - it'll help soothe any lingering pain."
You stared in mute fascination as he spread the lotion across your hip, rubbing it in gently, then running his thumb across the fresh design. Your breath stuttered, and he tore his eyes away from the butterfly, clearing his throat. Once again, he turned back, putting the lotion in its place, then pulled out a box of large bandages from the lower part of the table, picking one up and peeling it open.
He pressed it softly against your tattoo, then made sure it was stuck on right, giving the area a soft stroke with his thumb again, and then he ripped his gloves off, throwing them in the trash beneath the table.
Bucky's attention finally, finally turned back to you, and he rolled himself into his initial position. His hands skimmed the sides of your thighs softly before they reached your panties, pulling them up and over the fresh tattoo. You held your breath when his knuckles brushed your lower stomach, and you could've sworn you heard him inhale sharply. A muscle in his jaw fluttered and he pulled your jeans back up too, zipping and buttoning them slowly.
He kept his stare straight, eyes on the button right in front of him, an you let out a slow, deep breath when his hands lowered from your hips, to the backs of your thighs, caressing them gently, even giving them a short squeeze.
"Did it hurt?" he asked, voice a raspy whisper.
You shook your head, eyes trained on him. "No."
He looked up then, and you felt your pulse pick up pace. You didn't know what to focus on - his eyes burning holes into yours, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs, or the fact that his face was inches away from your abdomen, breath heating it with every exhale.
"Good," he said simply. Quietly. "It'll heal in about two to three weeks, but you should avoid getting it wet and change the bandage as often as you can."
"M-maybe you could - give me your number," you stammered, and Bucky lifted his brows. "You know, so I can call if I notice something off, or - or if I need help with something."
He smiled, and this smile wasn't like any of the previous smiles. This one was a full-on grin, perfect teeth and dimples on display, making him look younger. You couldn't lie and say it wasn't one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.
"Okay," he said quietly. "I'll give you my number, but I want to be updated every day. It is your first tat, after all."
You grinned and nodded. "Alright. Deal."
"You're gonna walk out and pay Kate up front, and then I'll follow, as soon as I clean up here. 'Kay?"
You nodded.
"Good girl," he said, shooting a wave of heat through your body, and he gave your thighs a light slap before he rolled away.
The lack of his presence in your personal space felt jarring, like you had just been ripped away from the world and thrown into another, and you blinked the feeling away, sucking in a deep breath.
"Okay," you said, more to yourself than to him, and he smiled at you.
"Go. I promise I'll be out in a minute."
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Kate handed you your card back, and you were still trying to shake the shock of hearing the price off when the beaded curtain shuffled and Bucky came through in all his marvelous glory. Out here, in the open space of the front of the shop, he looked even taller, even wider, and you suppressed the urge to reach out a hand and touch him.
"Hey doll. Can't believe you didn't run away," he said with a half-smile, and you blew some air through your nose.
"Of course I didn't," you replied softly, then cleared your throat.
He held his hand out expectantly, and it took you a moment to realize what he was waiting for. "Oh! Right, sorry."
You tugged your phone out of your purse, unlocking it and handing it to him. You admired the way the screen lit up his face as his fingers flew across it, and before you knew it, he was handing the phone back to you with a smile.
He took a step forward, and you inhaled sharply.
"Remember, daily," he muttered, low enough only for you to hear, inches away from your face, and you could only nod.
"I promise," you whispered, and his smile grew.
Someone cleared their throat behind you, and that made you tear your eyes away from Bucky's. Nat and Wanda were both standing by the exit, hands on their hips, staring between you and Bucky expectantly.
"Right, we'll just be going now," you said, trying to hide the surprising disappointment in your voice as you gestured with your head to the door. "Thank you for everything. I love it."
Bucky slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and gave you a genuine smile. "The pleasure was all mine, sweetheart."
You held his eyes even as Nat grabbed your arm and dragged you through the door, the bell chiming and tinkling above you, and Wanda called out a goodbye over her shoulder as the three of you left.
The cool night air enveloped you completely, and at this point, you were sober enough to feel a chill trickle through your bones. You shuddered.
"Jeez, what time is it, anyways," you mumbled, rubbing your arms to gather some warmth. You paused your movements when you noticed the looks on your friends' faces.
"What? What happened?"
Nat scoffed. "What happened? What happened with you? In there! With that beefcake of a man!"
Wanda chimed in excitedly. "The way he was looking at you? Phew, it was growing way too hot in there, to be honest."
You blushed, rolling your eyes, and began walking. "C'mon, guys, don't be childish-"
"Are you gonna go out with him?" Nat interrupted, linking an arm through yours.
"He hasn't asked me," you said blankly.
"Well, he definitely will," Wanda said with a matter-of-fact shrug. "I could see it in his eyes."
"Who would've thought - Y/N getting her groove on with the tattoo artist-"
"Ew, groove? Seriously, Natasha, who says things like that-"
"Stop trying to act like we're not totally right here."
You sighed and shook your head, but couldn't help the smile that rose to the surface. "Yeah, he is pretty hot."
The three of you burst into a fit of giggles as you walked, trying to find a taxi to hail before you froze your asses off.
"So... can we see the tat?"
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series masterlist | last part â next part
pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 3.8k words
warnings: explicit language, mentions of drinking and being hungover, a bit of angst
summary: a delayed flight back home leads to an abrupt realization that ultimately feels stupid because everything between you and steve is supposed to be over
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Fall Semester 2016
The music was loud and the bar was crowded but you didnât mind it all that much.Â
Robin cupped a hand around her mouth and leaned toward your ear so you could hear her. âDo you think thereâs any chance that heâll make it back here before the show starts, or at all?â
You pushed up on your toes to see if you could spot Eddie anywhere, specifically his mop of curly hair, but you couldnât. Heâd been tasked with grabbing drinks almost thirty minutes ago at this point. You looked back at Robin and leaned in toward her. âIâm starting to doubt it.â
âWell,â She started. âRIP, I guess. He will be missed.âÂ
âTruly,â You joked back, placing a solemn hand over your heart.
As if on cue, Eddieâs voice broke through the noise. âFinally!â
He was balancing two drinks in one hand and holding the other as he joined you both back at the small table that you were surrounding.
âJust in time, Edward,â Robin said. âI think the bandâs about to finally go on.â
âYou guys are welcome for the drinks that I almost died trying to get. The barâs a shit show because some new guy just started.âÂ
âWeâd already mourned you, though, so you being back now is a little awkward,â You told him teasingly and Robin laughed.Â
âI guess Iâll just take this back then,â Eddie responded, reaching over to grab your glass.Â
You playfully swatted his hand away. âHey, hey! What I meant to say was youâre the best for getting these for us. Youâre so awesome.âÂ
Robin nodded. âI agree.â
He smiled then. âThank you. Thatâs what I like to hear.âÂ
The three of you waited for the band to come outâ this small group that Robin really liked. She had found out about the show at the last second and, of course, asked you and Eddie to come along too.Â
She and Eddie had been friends for the past month; they were in the same advanced music theory class, even though she was only a freshman. And you and her had only been friends for a little over a week, but it felt like longer. The long overdue introduction came in the form of Eddie inviting her along to the midnight showing of an Indie movie you and he were seeing. Aside from Eddie, there was no one that youâd been able to hit it off with so easily.Â
It was a little after eleven when the show ended, and you all were still somewhat tipsy as you walked back to your dormâ you had done the second drink run in the middle of the show and made it back in record time. Since you lived alone, it was unspokenly decided that theyâd stay with you for the night, it always just made the most sense. Robin had a roommate that she didnât like (it reminded you of your own situation freshman year), and Eddie had two now that were actually present most of the time.Â
The twenty-minute walk didnât feel too long or unbearable. There was a cool breeze that was completely comfortable and made sense for the end of September. You lingered just a few steps behind Robin and Eddie, humming a specific part of a song from the show that had gotten stuck in your head and not at all focusing on the conversation happening between them. But then, a certain part of it stood out to you.
âI still donât understand how youâre dating someone whose music taste is so different from yours,â Robin said to Eddie. You werenât sure how the conversation got to that, but you had to admit, you did agree with Robinâs statement because it had never fully made sense to you either.Â
Eddie and Chrissy were great together, you could see that clearly, but the how of it all was what confused you at first because they really did seem quite different. You eventually just accepted the fact that not all things were meant to make a whole lot of sense.
âOur love runs deeper than her bad taste in music,â Eddie answered. âOpposites attract and all that cliche shit.â
Maybe it was the slight inebriation, but you werenât even fazed by how happy and completely content he sounded right then. Your feelings for him were goneâ well, maybe not exactly gone, but at least far, far, far away.
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Spring Semester 2018
Delayed flights were already one of the worst things ever. But delayed flights with a hangover felt like an entirely new version of hell.
A version that you were currently living in.Â
In hindsight, it probably wouldâve been for the best if you stopped at your third glass of champagne last night, but you didnât, and neither did Steve. Instead, you both had more than you shouldâve at the wedding reception, and then when you returned to your shared room, you two raided the minifridge for every tiny bottle of alcohol it had.Â
From what you remembered about the majority of the nightâ the smiles and laughs shared between you and Steve and the drunken storytimes about the most random topicsâ you honestly didnât regret most of it; even though you were now sitting in a chair that was too hard to get comfortable in and stuck with a four-hour flight delay. The bright fluorescent lighting in the airport only made your headache worse and you promptly stole Steveâs sunglasses, and he thankfully didnât protest.Â
âRobin thinks that youâre kidnapping me,â You told him as he sat back down next to you and handed over the water he got for you at one of the shops. You two were only one hour into the long delay.Â
âI hope youâre endlessly defending me,â He said, giving you a smile. It was almost annoying how fine he seemed, barely any after effects from last night.Â
âOf course I am,â You said, eyes back on your phone as you sent her a picture that youâd taken of a lizard from when you and Steve were at the beach on Sunday. The random picture felt like the perfect response to her ridiculous text of âHeâs trying to kidnap you!â when you told her about the flight delay. âI feel like I especially have to defend you now because I owe you for last night.â
You didnât look at him, not even when your phone was pocketed back in the front pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. It had been around one in the morning when the night came to somewhat of an abrupt end, and it was one of the two parts of the night that you did regret. When you and he were on the couch in your roomâ sharing a plate of room service french fries and watching an old kidâs movie because it was the only channel that had English subtitlesâ and you suddenly felt sick. Steve saw you puke (luckily you managed to make it to the bathroom) and heâd been way too nice about it, in your opinion; rubbing your back as the fries and everything else from that night came back up and grabbing a water for youâ the only drink that was left in the minifridge aside from two bottles of soda.Â
âYou actually donât owe me anything because you finally gave me a song last night,â He told you, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.Â
You closed your eyes as you sighed. âI hate that you just brought that up.âÂ
You had tried your hardest to forget about the moment he was talking about when you woke up. But, you remembered it way too vividly, and it quickly became the other part of the night that you regretted. It felt worse than the puke moment, even though it happened before that, and it was the one thing that you wished you had blacked out onâ you drunkenly pulling up the instrumental version of Donât Stop Me Now by Queen, and using your phone as a microphone to sing it for him in your room. The memory of you jumping around on the couch as you did your very lively performance was almost too crystal clear in your head. The only thing that you were glad for when you woke up and sadly remembered that that happened was that there was no video proof of any of it since Steveâs phone had been dead.Â
âThat moment was supposed to be never spoken about and only taken to our respective graves,â You told him. âIâm gonna tell Robin that you are kidnapping me now. I hope you enjoyed twenty years of living because your days are now numbered, Harrington.âÂ
âIâm sorry for bringing it up,â You could still hear the smile in his voice, which only made you roll your eyes.
âDonât forget that you also sang to me,â You reminded him, your own smile tugging at your lips as you remembered pulling up a song for him on your phone when you were done with yours and forcing him to sing. âAnd I truly loved the way you sang Since U Been Gone.âÂ
âI only did the first minute of it because I forgot how high it gets,â He said. âYou gave me the entirety of Donât Stop Me Now.âÂ
You groaned and pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head. âDonât remind me.â
You heard his soft laugh in response and ignored it, knowing that things would feel a lot less embarrassing if you let the conversation shift to anything that wasnât this. The sounds of everything else happening in the airport right then, couples and friends and parents with their kids moving around, filled in the silence as Steve took a sip from his own water bottle.Â
âYou hungry?â He asked.Â
You shook your head. âJust tired.âÂ
You leaned your head against his shoulder then because all you really wanted to do at that moment was sleep. The way he was sitting made it a little awkward, your head resting more so on the point of his shoulder rather than in the curve of it. It definitely wasnât the most comfortable position, but it wasnât the worst.Â
As if sensing your slight discomfort, Steve shifted a little, scooting a bit lower in the chair so that your head could rest a lot more comfortably on his shoulder. âThat better?â
Your eyes were shut as you spoke. âSo much. Thank you.â
He hummed in response. âYeah, no problem.âÂ
Somehow even with all of the romantic couple stuff that you two had to do these past few days, it was this moment that actually managed to completely change things for you. This was the moment where your stomach did a weird fluttery thing that made you see things differently. This was the moment that made you want to kiss him for real. This was the moment that made you wish that this relationship wasnât entirely fake and that there wasnât an expiration date to this ruse that was quite literally tonight. This was the moment that made you realize that you were in way too deep.Â
Although, maybe that feeling had been lingering and begging to be noticed the entire tripâ during that moment in the pool, during that kiss at the wedding reception, during that slow dance.Â
But still, it was right here in this stupidly bright airport that it all hit you like a freight train. And it only made your headache a thousand times worse.
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You had three more hours of a flight delay and another handful of hours on a plane to reevaluate your feelings; to accept them for what they were or convince yourself otherwise. But, you didnât do any of that. Instead, you pushed it away entirely. You let yourself fall asleep on Steveâs shoulder for an hour and a half, and then took him up on his offer for food because you figured it would probably help ease away your headache.
You had tried your hardest not to look at him any differently as you two sat across from each other at a restaurant that had really good burgers. You talked about the most unimportant things, spending what was probably too much time ranking TV shows you used to love as a kid and letting Steve go on random tangents about history topics. Youâd never been a fan of History, but the way he talked about it actually made it sound interesting for the first time probably ever in your life, and it also helped you not think about anything else. And then you two were finally getting on your flight back home and you slept the entire time of that too.Â
Now you sat in his car that was parked outside of your apartment building, and your maybe feelings for him were thankfully still the last thing on your mind.Â
Both of you knew what was comingâ the inevitable âbreak upââ but it seemed as if neither of you were ready to pull the trigger. So instead, you both were saying anything to prolong the conversation and keep the night going; you had even brought up the weather of all things just to give yourself another few minutes in his car. And almost an hour later you were still there, sitting in his passenger seat and waiting for the worried text from Robin that felt inevitable given how long itâd been.Â
You were in the middle of trying to think of something to say, a question to ask, but Steve was speaking before you could. âRemember when you talked about maybe wanting to teach?â
You kind of forgot that you mentioned that to him before, and you silently wondered what brought up that question, but you nodded anyway. âMhm, yeah.â
âSometimes I think about doing that too,â He told you. âTeaching History. But, I know my parents would absolutely hate that.â
The first part of his words made a lot of sense to you because you could actually see that for him, and the rest of his statement made you frown.
âYeah, but itâs your life at the end of the day, though,â You said. âYouâre the one that has to live it, so you should do what you want.â Your mind was then reminding you of who his parents were, and how intense they were, before Steve got the chance to. âAnd I know thatâs definitely easier said than done, and Iâm probably making it all sound much simpler than it actually is, but it doesnât make it any less true, yâknow?â
It was quiet for a second and then he was nodding. âYeah, youâre right.â
You looked away from him then and focused your gaze out the window for a bit. You couldâve kept the conversation going and let a random question fall from your lips, but there was only one thing left to do, and you knew that you had to finally do it.Â
âOkay, and on that serious note, I think itâs time for me to make things even more serious,â You said, even though you were actually about to do the opposite. You reached over, looking down to find his hand in the semi-darkness and then meeting his eyes. âSteve, this last month has been amazing and I have truly felt honored to be your girlfriend. But, I think that we need to break up.â You took a brief pause; to make things more dramatic and also to think of what else to say to make this as cheesy as possible. âItâs not you, itâs me. Iâm just not ready for a relationship. Weâre getting too serious. I think we both want different things. Our lives are moving in such different directionsâŠâ You trailed off, trying to see if there were any cliches you were missing. âYeah, I think those are all of the reasons that I have. Anyway, Iâm sorry, but itâs over.â
He smiled at you, and you could tell that he was trying to hold back his laughter at how sincere your unserious words sounded. âItâs okay. I understand.â
âThank you for understanding,â You said with a nod and a small smile on your face. âThat was really hard to do.â
It wasnât until your joking words came out that you realized that they werenât that much of a joke at all. You were smiling and holding back your own laugh, but you actually felt sad about this entire moment.
You told yourself that it was the friendship that you were already mourning right then rather than anything else; this friendship that youâd accidentally but so easily developed with him. And you knew that it was overâ "separate ways" and all that, just like it was written in the rules.
You didnât really like Steve in any other way. You couldnât. You refused to, actually, because you could sense that it would lead you down an all too familiar path of pining and unrequited feelings for obvious reasonsâ he didnât want anything real or serious with anyone, and you were the opposite.Â
You decided then that it was the act of fake dating that made you think that you liked him. The lines of it all abruptly became a little blurry because, of course, acting like youâre dating someone and pretending to be in love would lead to thinking that you actually had feelings for them. You quickly convinced yourself that there was no way there was anything real between you and him, and the only reason why it had suddenly felt that way was because you two had been acting like it for the past month and these extra two weeks.Â
Steve was the one who initiated the hug when you two were standing outside of his car. It was a quick thing, nothing too dramatic or drawn out, which you were glad for because it made things less confusing.
âAnd youâre sure thereâs nothing you want me to do for you about Eddie?â He asked when you both pulled back from the brief embrace and your hand found the handle of your suitcase.Â
With everything else running through your mind at that momentâ all of the conclusions you were coming to and the things you were convincing yourself ofâ youâd completely forgotten about the Eddie part of this. The complete truth still felt too hard to tell Steve, so you only gave half of it.
âIâm positive. Itâs okay,â You said and gave him a small smile. âIâll be fine. Me and Eddie are just supposed to be friends. I get that now.â
âOkay,â He responded, and you could tell that he was attempting to read you, see how much you actually meant your words. Inwardly, you knew just how true they were, and saying them right then finally didnât even make you feel sad anymore. âThen, I guess weâre about to fulfill the final rule of the agreement right now.âÂ
Hearing him saying that pretty much confirmed everything that you had just been thinking. The timer was up and you two had to go your separate ways; even if the rule was scrapped it would be pretty impossible to be friends now anyway. There was no way you could be friends without telling the whole truth to everyone, so this was just much easier.Â
And with what he just said, you knew that he didnât see you two as actual friends or anything else, anyway. At the end of the day, you two were essentially just business partners. You thought back to that group project analogy that you came up with what felt like forever ago. The âprojectâ was finally completed and now you two could go back to how your lives were before youâd been paired up.Â
âYeah. It was nice doing business with you,â You said and held out your hand for him to shake before realizing how dumb that probably was.
Steve laughed, though. A genuine sound that managed to make you smile and not feel like a complete idiot as his hand took hold of your outstretched one. âYou too.âÂ
You walked away once his hand dropped from yours and when the final goodbyes were said, rolling your suitcase with you toward the entrance of your building and deliberately not looking back as you stepped inside because you didnât know what you would feel if you turned around.Â
Talia was the only one awake and in the living room when you walked into the apartment.
âHey, glad to see you werenât kidnapped like Robin thought,â She smiled at you. âHow was the trip?âÂ
âGood,â You said, smiling back. âBut, it feels even better to be home right now and not stuck in an airport. I missed my bed.âÂ
It didnât feel like the right moment to drop the âbreak upâ news, and plus, you werenât in the mood to make up answers to the slew of questions that the news would bring about.
âThereâs some cookies on the counter if you want them,â She told you and you immediately took a look over at the counter and noticed the clear container. âI tried out this new chocolate chip recipe that turned out really good, and everyone went crazy for them, but I managed to save you three.â
âGod, that sounds amazing. Iâll be right back,â You said, heading to your room to drop off your suitcase and then take a quick shower.
You joined her on the couch after grabbing your cookies from the kitchen and didnât even mind the unsettling true crime documentary she had playing on the TV. It was a moment that was so normal and familiar and just for a second it made you feel entirely at ease. Until you realized that this was how things were going to go now.
Solely back to moments that resembled this oneâ reality TV nights, game nights, enjoying Taliaâs cooking with everyone, moments where none of you could sleep so you stayed up and talked about anything. What your life was before Steve. Back to normal.
That shouldâve felt completely okay, but it didnât, and that really confused you.Â
Steve was someone who wasnât in your life a month and a half ago so what would be the big deal about him not being in it now?
None of what happened this past month was real, you understood that, but for some insane reason, you already missed it. It had been a bad idea, but you missed it. It had been a waste of time for you, but you missed it. Youâd felt like an idiot because of it all, but still, you found yourself missing it.Â
It was so contradictory but also so true. And right then, it was hard to decide or even figure out what exactly that meant.Â
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Tommy Shelby - NSFW alphabet
(This whole thing is for Tommy in a serious relationship with Fem!reader. Iâm sure Tommy with just a hookup would be very different!)
Word count: 1351
A/N: You asked and you shall receive! You guys have gone crazy for my Tommy stuff and I really appreciate it! Thank you for all the support!
Reminder my inbox is open so if you have any requests for Tommy or for other characters- let me know! (A link to who I write for can be found in my master list)
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Tommy is gonna lay down, pull you into his side, and lay there with you while he smokes. He wants to hold you of course but he also gotta feed his horrible habit. You guys might chat a bit but really he just wants to feel you against him (because he loves you) and relax.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
He is a bit self conscious about his own body because itâs gone through so much, he would never admit it but he really hates seeing his scars that are all over- they just remind him of the war.
For you, heâs a big tits guy. Big or small he doesnât care he just loves your boobs. He will kiss them, suck them, bite them, grab them, he doesnât care.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes to cum inside, there is something so intimate to him about getting to fill you up and it really turns him on, know that your all his.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
When heâs not with you he literally canât cum. He has tried to jerk off when your not around but it just isnât the same without you. He would never admit it though because it makes him seem soft.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Heâs pretty experienced, heâs been with a handful of prostitutes and he has had other girlfriends before- plus he is a pretty sexual person so heâs definitely pretty skilled.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. He likes being able to see your face when you cum and heâs a simple guy. Although he also likes doggy cause he can grab your hair or your hips real easily.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Heâs a very serious man. Especially in bed, like sure he can be soft and intimate but definitely not goofy. his mind is focused on pleasing you (and himself) no time for jokes. Plus does he even know how to joke? Not really.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Heâs pretty groomed. He keeps most of his body clean shaven as he doesnât like being super hairy. But the parts he doesnât shave (like his pubes) he keeps groomed short and neatly. Heâs gotta stay classy especially for you <3
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
It depends, if he is in a bad mood itâs gonna be less intimate and more rough and intense. And if itâs a special day or heâs in a particularly good mood it will be intimate, he will praise you and tell you how he loves you while he finishes.
On the regular though it can be pretty average intimacy wise, a bit rough with some praise here and there.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He used to get off an average amount but ever since meeting you he literally canât. Heâs gotten so used to your hands or your mouth or your pussy he literally canât get off without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink for sure.
Definitely hair pulling, and marking. He loves to see the marks he leaves on you specifically in places no one else sees- the sight is only for him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He is a pretty classy dude a lot of the time (or atleast he tries to be) so a lot of the time itâs just in your home in private. But a few times he will fuck you in the private room at the garrison, when itâs just you and him before or after a meeting.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He loves seeing you all dolled up to go to events with him. Something about you looking so beautiful and being his arm candy is so domestic and it really gets him going- expect to have a bit of a late night after those formal events.
He also just has a pretty high natural sex drive so really just seeing you makes him wanna fuck.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He will not be submissive, he just honestly canât be. And I canât see him wanting to do any butt stuff.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He is a big fan of receiving. He loves feeling you gag around his cock and he will rest his hands in your hair and push you down further. Something about feeling your throat tighten around him drives him WILD.
He also likes giving though, he thinks you taste delicious and will eat you out like heâs a man who hasnât eaten in years.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He definitely prefers it fast and rough, but when he is feeling quite lovey and emotional it will be more slow and intimate.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He is a fan of a quickie. When he has to go to some meeting or deal with business but just canât resist you, he will quickly take you on the couch and then leave as fast as he can (of course after you also cum. He has class)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He is down to experiment a bit but if it doesnât SOUND enjoyable to him then he wonât be open to try it. He isnât too risky except maybe trying out being mean to you in bed when he is in an angry mood.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has decent stamina and can go about 3-4 rounds depending on what you are doing, but of course that smoking has caught up to him so eventually he will get tired and need to catch his breathe. When he is actually fucking you he lasts pretty long and is able to please you and make sure you finish, usually before he does.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesnât own toys, sees no reason to. You only need him and he only needs you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves when you tease him, with your short dresses and see through panties underneath, or when you grab his thigh, right by his crotch, under the dinner table.
He also likes to tease you here and there, especially if your being a brat.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He will let out some softer groans and moans during it, when he cums he will get a bit louder with more groans and either some praise or degradation (depending on the mood)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It takes him a bit but eventually he gets comfortable enough to let you be on top a bit, letting you ride him and maybe be a bit more commanding. Itâs not his favorite thing but he does think itâs hot when your being bossy.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Heâs got a pretty good dick honestly. Not giant but good. About a 6 or 7 inch (hard) which is a bit above average.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Heâs got a pretty high sex drive but he also is fine if heâs horny and not having any sex, heâs mature and doesnât need sex but he wants it pretty often.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesnât sleep a lot as is so I canât imagine he would quickly fall asleep after sex. He would probably lay awake for a while just holding you or watching you as you slept.
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One of the things that fascinates me about Halsin is how, as into sex as he is, he seems singularly focused on his partner's pleasure; he gets on his knees for them in his romance scene, but shows no sign of wanting them to return the favor.
And in fact, he is a lot better at giving advice than taking it. After flirting at the Tiefling party, Halsin tells the player not to worry about coming on too strong and that they were just seizing the moment, and yet, if the player rejects Halsin after he accidentally wildshapes, the next morning he apologizes for coming on too strong.
Whether that's just a hangup of his because he thinks he has to be the Best to make sure his lover won't leave him, or maybe some of it is a result of the Underdark, I'm not sure. But he definitely is harder on himself than others.
And I think that is one thing that would come out in his kinks; as much as he affirms that, for example, dom/sub fantasies are perfectly normal (like in that party banter to ascended Astarion, where his worry is specifically because the player is actually thralled) he seems like he has trouble affirming his own. For example, he shifts into bear form in the Drow brothel, but only does this when they express interest in his bear form; "we must give the people what they want, mustn't we?"
So it would be really interesting, then, for Halsin to have a really taboo kink/desire, and be absolutely terrified to tell his partner about it, terrified they'll think he's sick/a freak and leave him.
TW: Discussion of consensual non-consent, also known as rape fantasy or rapeplay, are under the cut. Read at your own risk.
So imagine Halsin having this fantasy. As a big guy he is used to being the dominant partner; no one has ever suspected he might like to bottom, or to be a submissive. The only time he's done such a thing was with his Drow captors. He knows he would like to give his submission willingly, and he does with his partner a few times, before expressing this particular kink.
One thing that gets horribly misunderstood is what makes one actually want CNC. It isn't that they actually want to get raped; it's the idea of having control forcibly taken so completely, while still being safe. Such people wouldn't enjoy a real assault. It's precisely because it comes from a trusted partner, who isn't actually hurting them, that people enjoy it.
So for Halsin, who always has to be in control, to want to explore his trauma where he was forced to lose control, and to experiment with elements from that in an entirely different scenario, where he can draw comfort from it, is something i could very much see him wanting. He would want to revisit those on his terms. He himself said that while under such endless stress from the Shadow Curse, he began to fantasize about his days with the Drow, viewing it as a safer place mentally. "Perhaps [the Shadow Curse] caused me to gild undeserving memories of my youth..." He is trying to work out his feelings towards when he lost control.
He clearly doesn't want to return to them; if a Lolth Drow threatens to sell him back to his captors, he snaps, "you would be unwise to attempt it, trust me. In any case, the house of my captors is long-extinct." Then he pauses and has a realization; realizing for the first time that they were captors, not hosts, and that captors was a more accurate term. Halsin is still processing parts of his trauma, after all this time, and admits that his current stresses caused him to struggle with this.
So he doesn't want to actually return to them, but in his head he constructed a fantasy version of them that was safer to engage with, where the violations he endured weren't real. And honestly, in his shoes, it's completely understandable how and why that happened.
So that makes the case for why he needs a safe place to explore himself, his fantasies, his fears, all of it.
The issue of course is that Halsin is self-sacrificing and, as noted above, doesn't seem to prioritize his wants as much as his partners'. If he ever did manage to speak about this, it would be, I think, after a great deal of guilt and maybe even self-loathing, thinking there must be something wrong with him for having these fantasies.
So imagine him with a partner who is happy to indulge him, who gets him to finally open up about his desires. Who affirms that he's allowed to have desires, to process his trauma however he needs; after all, any way of working through it is better than doing nothing like Halsin has been doing for centuries. This is him finally being willing to explore it, to see how it interacted with his own sexuality; of course his partner would never refuse him such a thing.
That is the core of the CNC fic I'm going to write; showing how Halsin's unique blend of traumas affect how and why he craves this in particular.
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Support Call
[This is one a little darker than usual. It's a story of evil brainwashing and mind control, and specifically focuses on themes of sexual assault. It could probably be pretty triggering, so read with care!]
"Thank you for calling Pathways Support Line. How can I help today?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was quiet and clear. Feminine, which was good - Mary wasn't sure she'd be able to talk about this with a man.
"Hi. Um, I'm not sure. I just... I wanted some advice, I guess? Something, uh, happened to me. And I'm not sure how to deal with it, exactly. That's what you guys... do, I guess. Right?"
"Of course. I can help you with that. You said 'something happened'. You're under no obligation, of course, but do you want to tell me a little more about that?"
Mary hesitated. This was still very hard to talk about. The only person she'd told was her best friend, Julia, and even then she was barely able to get the words out.
"Well... I was... I don't know if you'd say 'raped' exactly. A guy... took advantage of me. It was at a party. And I don't know what to do about it, I guess."
She tried to keep her voice light and airy, like this wasn't a huge deal, but she could hear how brittle it was. She wasn't fooling anyone.
"Oh, no. I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you're doing okay now. Do you mind if I ask your name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want. It just might make it easier for us to talk."
"No, I don't mind. I'm Mary."
"Mary. I'm very glad to meet you, Mary, even under these circumstances. I'm Hayley. I'm going to ask you a few questions about what happened, if that's okay?"
Mary swallowed, nodded, then realized that obviously Hayley couldn't see her.
"Uh, yes. That's okay."
"Excellent. The person who did this - do you know them?"
Mary pictured Trevor's face - both in the normal settings she saw him in, hanging out with mutual friends, and in the last setting she'd seen him, looming over her as he... no. Can't think about that.
"Yes. I know him."
"Someone you see regularly?"
"Yes."
"I see. That's got to be very difficult. Did he fuck you?"
Mary flinched.
"I, uh... that's..."
"I'm sorry," Hayley said smoothly, her voice comforting. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Phrasing can be hard for these questions. I can say it differently. Did this involve phallic penetration? Did he use your cunt to pleasure his cock?"
Mary felt dizzy. Hayley's voice was low and smooth and calming, and... was there another tone on the line, too? Some background sound, droning and chimes or something? It was distracting. She cleared her throat.
"I, uh... he f-fucked me. Yes."
"I see. And did he cum?"
Again, Mary hesitated. This wasn't what she expected this call to be like. Hayley's voice was so soft but solid, so calming but certain, that it felt like she had to answer.
"Well... he, uh... y-yes."
"I understand. Where?"
Mary stammered something uncertain, too shocked and confused to reply. Hayley spoke again, her voice a little more firm now.
"Where, Mary? Did he fill your pussy with his cum? Or did he pull out and shoot his load all over your tits? Your face?"
Mary bit her lip, hard. She let out a small whimper of pain and... something else. Fear. Confusion. And a dark undercurrent of twisting, warm thrill.
"H-he pulled out. Came on my... breasts, mostly. A-all over me."
"And did you cum?"
Mary's cheeks burned. She winced, and a traitorous part of her swelled with heat and excitement.
"I-I don't, that's not, uh..."
"Mary, answer me. Did you cum around his cock, or not?"
She let out a choking sound, trying to bite back the words. She failed. "Y-yessss," Mary hissed through gritted teeth. "I c-came."
"I understand, Mary. That's totally normal. It's also normal to fantasize about your assault and masturbate to it after the fact."
Mary shivered, still blushing brightly. Her fingers twitched against - wait. When did she take her shorts off? When did she start... rubbing? The noise in the background of the call seemed louder now, more immediate. It made her lose her train of thought.
"Is that something you've done, Mary? Have you been rubbing your wet cunt to the memories of getting fucked by big rapist cock?"
Mary gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily, making her grind a bit against her hand. She whimpered. "Yyyyyes..."
"Of course you have. And you didn't report him, did you?"
Mary hadn't. It seemed like too much too take on. So little proof, and so much work... what would it even accomplish? "No, I... d-didn't..." Mary sighed as she continued to slowly work her fingers against her slit.
"Good girl. You don't want him to get in trouble. Right?"
Mary sighed again, shaking her head. "I... I don't?"
"Of course not. You're in love with him. Isn't that right?"
Mary squirmed, her head spinning. Hayley's voice was so powerful now. It boomed in her mind, even though it was still as soft and gentle as ever. Her words may as well have been etched into stone.
"Yes. I... I am?"
"Oh yes. Think about him. Think about how good he made you feel. Think about how much you admire and desire him."
Mary thought of Trevor. For days the thought of his face made her feel fury and nausea and fear. But now, she pictured him and swooned. He was so powerful, so certain. So dreamy. Her stomach did flips of excitement thinking of how he held her down and just took her.
"I... oh wow. I love him!"
"Of course you do, sweetie. I get it. I'm in love with my rapist, too. I wasn't at first, but he talked to me later. Played me the same sounds I'm playing you now. Explained to me how it was for my own good. How I was meant to be his property. Just like you're meant to be the property of the guy who raped you! That's why Master has me volunteer on this line here - so I can turn other rapedolls into slaves like me. Isn't that so fucking hot?"
Mary squealed. It was. It was the hottest thing she'd ever heard.
"So now you're gonna end this call. I know you're rubbing yourself silly like the needy little whore you are - don't worry, I am too! Fucking with the brains of other girls like this makes me soooo fucking wet. Anyway, you should take some pics of your sopping cunt and send them to him! Let him know how badly you want to do anything he says, and that you're gonna be his good little girl from now on. And then just do what he says! Don't cum until he makes you, of course. Doesn't that sound good?"
Mary could only mewl and gasp her agreement. The phone sat next to her, still pumping poisonous noise into her ear, ruining her brain and breaking her down into a brainwashed fucktoy for the man she hated most in the world. She dedicated her focus to rubbing herself harder, picturing how he would use her when she came to him, begging him to take her again.
"OK! I know what that lack of response means. Thanks for calling the hotline, slut! Be a good slave and make your new Master happy. Bye now!"
The line disconnected, but Mary barely noticed. She was already moving to spread her legs, getting some photos of herself rubbing away. Hopefully Trevor would approve. She couldn't wait to send them to him.
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Maybe Yandere Luffy and yandere Sanji working together to stalk female reader , which makes reader more on edge , if you want to go even darker you can do Iâll love to see what you come up with ^^Â
Oh no... If Sanji doesn't view Luffy as a rival, he's encouraging him.... Luffy's pairing is ambiguous, but Sanji is definitely romantic. Sorry it's vague/general, idk if you wanted it to take place at a specific plot point or not.
Obviously, read the trigger warnings, this primarily just focuses on the two stalking a member of their crew more than anything else.
Yandere! Luffy + Sanji Sharing a Darling
Pairing: Romantic (Sanji, Luffy)/Platonic (Luffy) - Sharing
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking (Obviously), Manipulation, The two enable each other, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Stealing, Blood, Murder, Dubious relationship/companionship
I feel what would make the most sense is if you are also part of the crew.
That way the two are nearly always watching you and aren't going to lose you on some island during their journey.
Now, Sanji's obsession is expected.
That man, for the life of him, can't stay away from a pretty woman.
His obsession is the most obvious.
Sanji is the one who's constantly flirting with you and most likely had an interest in you first.
He does seem like an obsession at first sight kind of guy.
While he does obsess over every woman... You're the one he notices something more intense with.
Which makes him follow you around and stare.
That alone makes you nervous.
Even Nami, who has been trying to say he does that with women sometimes, starts to notice Sanji's behavior as strange.
Luffy is... well... a vague case.
He isn't really known for displaying over the top romantic attraction (far as I know).
It's really hard to tell with him.
Although, it's possible he's just looking out for his friend... and might have a crush on you.
You are a cute girl on the crew, after all....
In terms of how sharing would go, I imagine Sanji would at first feel threatened.
Sanji, due to him watching you himself, no doubt notices Luffy doing it.
Luffy doesn't even think of what he's doing as anything bad.
It's like admiring something/someone cool to him.
To Luffy, watching you isn't perverted.
To Sanji, it most likely is.
Sanji may get into fights with Luffy when he catches him, smacking him lightly and scolding him for watching a woman like that.
Only for Luffy to point out that Sanji's doing the same thing... which makes Sanji wonder how obvious he is.
There would be tension at first, although it's mostly one-sided.
Sanji just doesn't like the idea of competition since you're the one girl he feels a specific way towards.
Although things may mellow out over time when he realizes Luffy isn't deliberately trying to steal you.
He just cares for you too.
Which may make Sanji trust him more....
Although, if Luffy does have a crush on you, over time Sanji may give in and teach Luffy how to "properly" court a woman.
Although Sanji has points where he's still jealous... I don't think he likes sharing much but he can't really sway Luffy's intentions.
It would work better if Luffy was platonic and Sanji was romantic.
Regardless of their intentions, them stalking you would put you off.
Luffy seems innocent.
Him watching you just seems like a captain being overprotective of members of their crew.
Although... Sanji's intentions are more intense.
Sanji wants to be a gentleman.
But he can't help but "borrow" a few items from your quarters when you aren't looking.
The cook may even pass one or two to his captain.
Luffy doesn't quite understand.
He doesn't really like Sanji stealing your stuff... yet he also doesn't mind a trinket just to keep.
The two when sharing may act like bodyguards.
Although Sanji is the one that would immediately be on his knees if you asked.
Luffy probably comments on the fact Sanji is desperate... which may cause a fight.
You aren't really sure how to get them to stop.
Luffy is fine for the most part....
He just seems curious, even if the staring is uncomfortable.
Sanji is probably the one that's most unnerving.
To make it dark, he's the one who would steal clothing from you and cling to you the most.
Meanwhile, Luffy is the one who continues to reassure you he's harmless.
He just loves you, a lot, he'd never hurt you.
Yet it doesn't make you feel better when you notice your quarters have been pillaged.
Nami and any other girl on the crew no doubt appear concerned about the behavior Sanji and Luffy display towards you.
In terms of how violent the two can be, I'm reminded of when Nami first joined the pirates.
When Nami cried due to Arlong? The entire crew jumped in....
Sanji and Luffy already watch you like a hawk.
If you were hurt, emotionally, mentally, physically... whoever did it is probably not living.
Luffy is already quite protective.
Plus, Sanji's protective, possessive, and has a temper.
To make it dark as you said, they'd both collectively beat someone to a pulp... a bloody and unrecognizable mess.
Although, if the perpetrator was a woman, Sanji would hold back.
Not sure about Luffy, though...
You're important to both of them.
The two would make quite the duo if Luffy was platonic and Sanji was romantic.
In fact, if Luffy was purely platonic, he'd probably encourage Sanji to be with you.
Which makes you even more scared.
It doesn't matter if they mean well or not.
You've seen the blood on their clothes.
You've seen the glares they've given people when you enter new areas.
Their behavior terrifies you.
But it's not like you can do anything about it, right...?
It's not like they'll ever let you leave the crew without dragging you back into it.
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