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targaryenluvs · 11 months ago

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VICTORS SPOILS

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

warnings: obsession, following/stalking, creepy behaviour, naive/younger reader, age gap, (reader is 19 and finnick's around 25), non-con touching and kissing, manipulation, bj mentions/insinuations, sex mentions, prostitution mentions, finnick lowkey preying on you - descriptions of brown reader (i was self indulgent since i’m indian 😁) condescending/nit picking mother and pushy parents!

summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

a/n: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!! HERES A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU ❤️GUESS WHO MADE HER OWN LITTLE HEADER GAHH!! i tried my bestttt - ive been away for a littleeee!! sorry babes <33 it was like 3am and i cooked this up in my head before opening my brewing pot (notes app) and jotting it down - NOT PROOFREAD

the hall was so loud.

they always were at capitol parties. your mother and father always dragged you along, stating that a young lady should be getting out, meeting people, friends, becoming well versed and established in the capitol. and that they wouldn’t always be here. “you need to learn to be alone, fend for yourself and stand your ground. how are you gonna do that if you’re always trying to keep to yourself dear?” your mother sweetly smiled as she looked over you, “i think you still have time to change that dress, not the most flattering sweetie.”

you scoffed as she walked away ever so elegantly. you looked over yourself in the mirror, the green dress was gorgeous, to you at least. but the blue dress your mother had chosen was breath-taking, as much as you hated to agree with her opinion. so you bit your tongue and put the chosen dress on.

mother knows best right?

the sun was setting with an especially beautiful array of colours to which you figured no one would really notice you were gone if they were all focused on something else. there was probably a screen upstairs which you could watch something on. a few things to eat and drink then you’d head up there.

finnick was glancing over to you the whole night. you’d worn blue, and he’d taken it as an ode to him. you hadn’t looked over at him yet but your leaving of the party seemed like an invitation to him to finally introduce himself.

as you settled down on the plush couch you felt all your tensions melt away. but finnick wouldn’t leave you alone for long. “i’m sorry i didn’t know this was occupied.” finnick looked sad and you had no clue why, so being as nice as you are had you opening the room in invitation to him. “no, no! i just wanted to get away from the party. you’re welcome to sit with me finnick.” it felt odd to you for some reason, calling him by his name as if he was a friend. you’d only ever seen him through screens and from afar yet he looked as amazing as always.

“are you sure?” you nodded and smiled, moving down the couch to make room for him. he sat down, respectful of your space. he looked drained and you felt the same way. “tired of the party?” you asked as he smiled and nodded, “a lot of people asking a lot of questions.” you spoke, “everyone has something to say or ask. my dad told me he got three men asking for my hand. we haven’t even been here for two hours. it’s like being in a room with vultures. and if i do accept i’ll just be, nothing. someone stuck to the side of some ugly guy who just wants a pretty face.” you didn’t know what it was about him but you felt as if you could tell him anything.

and he sat, and listened. nodding his head and adding it where appropriate. it felt, nice. having someone actually listen to what you said rather than just asking what you were wearing. he was nothing like what you expected. you’d heard the whispers. that he was a playboy, he was with and had been with multiple women and men over the years. and that he liked it, the gifts, the people, the uhm, other aspects.

“but you, i’m sure you have people to meet, scope out.” you wanted to curl up and die as soon as the words left your mouth. “no! oh my god, i do not mean it like that. you- i- you should not feel ashamed of what you like. i am so sorry- i didn’t mean to imply-” god would you stop droning on? finnick pressed his lips into a thin line, “hey it’s okay. you’re fine. in all honestly, i know everyone has mis-conceptions of me.” you took his place in attentive listening as he explained the truth.

the threats, the people pawing at him, him being sold from fourteen.

you were crying. it all sounded unbelievable and unbearable for someone to go through at such a young age, his life was ruined all because he was pretty, desirable. no child should even have to think of such things let alone experience them. and rather than you comforting him, he was sitting with his arms around you. he was too good to be true.

“i- no i’m so sorry that happened to you finnick. i had no clue, no one does. you are such an amazing person, from the little time i’ve known you. you don’t deserve any of this. how could you get away from this? we could- we could expose snow we could-” finnick cut you off with teary eyes, “there’s nothing we can do. trust me, if there was i would have tried. but i think, if i got married perhaps. i’d have a reason to stay away from the captiol. we’d live in district four, in peace.”

the idea was pretty decent, you’d give him that. and you couldn’t help your heart running a little faster at the prospect of potentially marrying him. you were already fast friends, at least you’d marry a friend? even if he potentially loved someone else or you loved another.

“what if- if you married me?”

he’d hoped you’d say that.

“you’d do that for me? seriously?” finnick faked shock as you nodded, “we’re friends, i’d much rather marry you than anyone else here to be honest. we could be happy.” you smiled as he wiped away his last tear. “y/n, that’s an amazing idea.”

your wedding was marvellous.

your parents pushed out buck after buck, no expense spared for their little girl. as if they actually cared for you. your wedding dress was white and pristine, courtesy of snow. your brown hair in curls and your brown skin glistening. but you added blue accents for finnick, or you thought you did. it’s not like he pushed for you to wear the things he bought by incessantly reminding the makeup artists and helpers that you were marrying the finnick odair, his wife deserved nothing but the best.

you stood infront of a friend, smiling, happy to be marrying a kind soul.

he stood in front of the object of his affection, his desire and love.

in the first few weeks you were undeniably happy, finnick was as sweet as ever and respected you. it was your best outcome. but overtime you seemed to notice changes in his behaviour. when you’d want to go out into town for dinner he’d always have an excuse up his sleeve.

“there’s roadworks towards your favourite restaurant honey. maybe another time?”

“apparently they’re all booked out, maybe in a few weeks time?”

“wouldn’t you rather have a home-cooked meal? i made your favourite sweetheart.”

it began to annoy after the sixth time. “it can’t always be busy can it? we use to go all the time, and it’s not like they’d refuse you finnick. what’s going on?”

“i give you everything you could ever want. why the hell do you want to go out so much? am i not enough? are you- are you seeing someone?” finnick slumped in his seat.

your eyes widened as you rushed over to him, settling on your knees as your hands were placed on his thighs, “finnick how could you say such a thing? i would never do that to you. i swear there’s nothing going on, i just, i’m bored. i’d like to go out with you, explore your district with you, meet new people with you.” finnicks eyes burnt into yours. this is certainly not how he first wanted to see you on your knees, but at least you were whining.

“yeah? you like me? you promise there’s nothing going on?” you nodded dumbly, “yes yes! nothing i promise.” finnick looked down at your hands in his lap, “how do i know you’re not lying?” your hands were on his knees as you straightened your back, coming closer to his eye level, “i promise finnick. you are my husband, i’m with you. i’ll do anything to prove it to you.”

finnick was fighting off every muscle in his cheeks to not start grinning whilst the sad look on his face was breaking your heart, “yeah? anything?” oh this was going to be good. your cheeks were flushed as you heard the words come of out his mouth, “undo my belt sweetheart, show me how much you mean it.” wavering hands hovered over his belt buckle as finnick relaxed into his seat, it couldn’t get better than this right?

wrong.

every time you asked to go out, to meet a friend, to go to the capitol he’d always sulk. and the night would end with you on your knees, him on his to make you forget, or the two of you tangled in sheets.

finnick was finally happy, he had the girl of his dreams after such a long period of sadness, of exploitation and terror. fake smiles and lingering eyes.

he finally got something out of the games.

and his gift?

the victors spoils.

#dark!finnick odair x reader #dark!finnick odair x fem!reader #finnick odair x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair x fem!reader #hunger games x reader

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1kook · 4 years ago

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— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v wc; 4.6k

notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

you shift ends in 20

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jujutsu kaisen characters as students in high school: (non-canon AU)

featuring: itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, getou suguru, & ryoumen sukuna notes: some parts include you as their friend, or even their high school love! (this is unedited/ not proofread)

masterlist ! requests are open

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

he’s not the brightest bulb, but he makes up for it through hardwork and enthusiasm

yuuji is literally that classmate everyone is just friends with

the type who waves with a smile, saying “good morning!” the moment he walks through that door

with that being said, since he’s everyone’s friend, i headcannon that yuuji doesn’t really have a best friend because he’s so open and available to everyone it’s hard to have just a one on one conversation with him

not to say he’s always surrounded by a crowd that you can’t get near him, but everyone likes talking to yuuji

he just fits in so well and understands people

kind of like how he easily clicked with junpei (please, i miss him, i still can’t believe that he’s...you know...)

whether it’s the guys raving to him about sports

or girls shyly talking about their crush on class or about that new shojo manga

yuuji is open to anything and everyone. this boy wears his heart on his sleeve and he’s honestly such a precious boy, please be kind to him <3

the type of student that gets called to answer in class but isn’t shy to admit he doesn’t know the answer while rubbing the back of his neck

he does pay attention tho

i think it’s canon that yuuji is a dedicated man, like from that time he just watched movies straight and kept his cursed energy controlled so the cursed corpse would stop hitting him

overall, yuuji is a very hard working student!

he wouldn’t get over the top grades, but he’s really proud of himself (and he should be!)

also that one kid in class that is surprisingly good in sports despite his lanky figure and laid back persona, because all the other sports-craved people are always flexing or challenging other captains

but plot twist, this boy is ripped and very, beautifully kept in trim

yeah he’s not really into club activities that much

not because he hates them, but he’s just not that into it. he’s more than glad to join in whatever activities though and enjoys them, but if asked what he’d like to do, it wouldn’t be that first thing that came to mind

in conclusion: itadori yuuji is the class sunflower that lights up everyone’s day 🌻

yuuji’s role: the hard worker!

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

hands down, megumi is THAT student

if you’re volunteering in the library, you can sure as hell guarantee you’ll see megumi there

he doesn’t like studying in class because it’s too noisy, so if he’s in school, you’ll always see his name in the library logs

he’s that kid that aces all exams

the type to scowl when he sees a 96% mark because he’s expecting a perfect mark

okay before you come at me, i’m not saying megumi is that annoying smart kid in class that goes, “Oh, I’m so dumb, just a 96?”

no he’s more frustrated at himself because he knows he studied hard and lost sleep over it. he’s just wondering where he went wrong. he has literal note cards and customize flash cards on an app on his phone, waking up every four am and probably taking supplement classes after regular school hours

i headcannon that megumi is someone who always wants to do his best and actually goes through lengths to prove his worth

maybe it stems from having the need to show who he really is and what he’s capable of

but yeah i can totally see him doing that

also that cute student that keeps visiting the cafe every saturday morning, wearing a black hoodie and headphones tucked in, his pretty hands nestling over a book

he looks like a gamer but honestly i don’t think he’s got time for that lmao

would also be that guy people find hard to approach because of his quiet and reserved self

he’s pretty intimidating too

definitely sits beside the window at the back of the class. you can’t fight me on that

just because he’s smart and loves studying, it doesn’t mean he’ll sit on the front row and raise his hand every damn second

the teachers will encourage him to participate in class a little bit more, especially after seeing he’s awkward during group activities, but megumi just really prefers to do things by himself

i also headcannon him eating in the cafeteria like everyone else instead of having his alone time during a rooftop? like idk i can’t picture megumi completely isolating himself like that

he blends in well in a way that you know he’s just like everyone else; a human

but he also stands out in the manner that he’s a lot more introverted and reserved compared to everyone else

surprisingly good during sports and relay games

100% reliable

the type to stay up at midnight to finish a group project, sighing because his groupmates doesn’t care as much as he does, but turns it in anyway the next day

he’d be annoyed at them, but he doesn’t really like confrontation so he doesn’t out them to the teacher like that

but he’s also not someone who lets people walk over him, so he’ll simply say something about his groupmates becoming more responsible and to be serious for once as a “warning”

and yeah, he may be closed off, but once you get really close with him (even better if you have similar interests) you’ll find there’s a lot more to him than what you’ve originally seen and he’s actually a pretty great friend and supportive classmate

would teach you instead of just letting you copy his work or snap pictures of his notes

ugh he’s so responsible and morally right and that’s so attractive help

in conclusion: fushiguro megumi is the hidden gem 💎

megumi’s role: the intellectual outsider!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

man...i don’t know how to start this

i’ve said this about megumi, but gojo is also that student

no, in fact, he’s THE student

everyone loves him. literally everyone

the teachers? smitten

his classmates? in love

the school guard? calls him by his first name

the cleaning lady? turns into a star with the way she lightens up when he’s there

the cafeteria staff? yeah free food because he’s gojo satoru

gojo is what i like to call the “one who has it all” because....well, he kind of does

he’s really smart and talented, which comes as a surprise to everyone in the first day of school when he nearly gets kicked out for falling asleep in class

only for everyone to be shocked that he knows the answer already and the teacher is only discussing chapter 1 lmao

yeah he’d be that kid who always sleeps in class

or is playing games on his phone behind an open textbook

he literally doesn’t listen to what the teacher is saying at all - or at least that’s what he wants you to think

man is a god at multitasking and his seatmate would snicker because he’s crushing his enemies at a phone game, but then gojo coolly corrects the teacher about history or something

he’s pretty laid back tbh

but when he’s got everyone’s attention on him? ofc he’d show off

basketball meats are wild. even students from neighbouring schools would visit just to see gojo play - and he’s not even an official member! the coach just asked him to replace a sick player but boy won that champion shot

omg BASKETBALL PLAYER GOJO I CAN’T

but he pretty much excels at everything

except cooking class, gosh, don’t ever bring this man anywhere near a fire. that’s probably the only thing that really got him to detention this time because he always somehow talks himself out of getting that red card with his words and charm

also that kid that would receive lots of confession letters, chocolates, and random gifts in his shoe lockers

he knows he’s handsome and he’s not shy about it. in fact, he’s shameless when it comes to his allure on people

but he also doesn’t really date anyone (it’s canon this man won’t stay loyal to a single woman lmao)

if he and megumi were classmates, they’d be sort of rivals

megumi would always come on top of class, but gojo is just a breath away from the former’s perfect marks. if it only weren’t for megumi’s squeaky clean record and reputation - whereas satoru’s is TAINTED as heck - and the fact that gojo doesn’t really study as much as gumi, then yeah he’d also be top of the class if he wanted to

on a much more serious note,,,gojo acts like nothing really bothers him and he’s simply that effortless

but i feel like he grew up with tutors from a very young age and that’s how his natural intelligence was just further improved and increased with that type of environment in his childhood

and unlike megumi, i don’t think gojo would really have a set goal in mind on who he wants to be or what he wants to do in the future

he’d just be enjoying the moment <3

in conclusion: gojo satoru is the effortless god!

satoru’s role: the lazy king everyone is envious of

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

the playboy

you can’t argue with me on this one

he just is, i feel it deep in my SOUL he just is

moment he walks in, all classy and suave aura and all, you can honestly smell and taste the amount of confidence that drips from him

probably came from a well-off family

probably the mayor’s kid lmao and he’s been used to the attention ever since he was young

much like megumi, he’s not really the type to show off his intelligence

and similar to gojo, people are surprised he’s actually got them brain cells just because everyone is more focused on his appearance first

like who would expect this tall hunk beautiful beast of a man with long hair and piercings actually liked classic novels and could effortlessly recite sonatas and poems in different languages

yeah i headcannon that getou is an intellectual, cultured man

ofc having long hair and piercings isn’t allowed in his school, but because he’s geto and the school knows about his family’s influence, they just let it slide

probably comes late to school too

he eats in the cafeteria, but you don’t really see him indulge much. some days, he’ll have his own fancy bento box prepared by a family chef, but geto is actually pretty simple and humble that he also buys packed bread or canned coffee

takes the library volunteer by surprise when he drops by one friday after class to borrow an old classic novel that even your professors had a hard time analysing

but geto’s like, “oh this? yeah i last read it when i was thirteen, thought i’d read it again”

IDK WHY but I can see him as sort of breaking the rules when it comes to the school uniform

top three buttons of his shirt open when he’s feeling hot or something

doesn’t really keep his tie that tight too

but overall, geto is a composed and well-put together guy

i just can’t picture him slacking when it comes to his appearance, he’s too fancy and pretty for that

he’s also similar to megumi in a way people find it hard to approach them, but most definitely, geto also receives confessions often

i can see him dating someone after being interested in someone in school and actually being serious with them unlike gojo

then they would be “that” couple that’re just so couple goals

not the type that goes overboard with pda and pulls off the angry face emoji when they hear someone talking about them and they’re like, “NO HE’S MINE”

okay that’s cringe but i legit witnessed that way too many times in high school yall cant blame me lmao

but they’d be more like the chill laid back couple that supports each other in everything and you can just tell they have a happy, healthy relationship

(oh to be getou’s girlfriend in high school and his first love and all his firsts)

in conclusion: getou suguru is the unpredictable!

getou’s role is: that one classmate you really admire but he’s so far out your league but he’s genuinely a good guy anyway so you’re happy for him no matter what <3

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

okay okay hear me out but...the stoner

i really can’t see him any other way guyssss

and if you’re his classmate, you most likely wouldn’t see him that much either

dude is like 2-3 years older than everyone in class and he doesn’t give a shit about it

he’ll come like...once a week, if he’s in the mood enough

teachers don’t even bother scolding him for his tattoos anymore because there’s rumours going around he’s the son of a yakuza leader or that he’s a gangster who sells organs or some creepy dark stuff

ofc he doesn’t do that

he just does drugs and gets drunk at most

sukuna doesn’t really have that much friends either. yeah he parties with people and often gets high with some older kids, but he doesn’t genuinely enjoy their companies either

would totally come to school with his uniform unironed

red-eyed from his high and naps at the back of the class, making the teacher soften their voice in fear of waking him up

also doesn’t have a pen or paper

i mean...he doesn’t even bring a bag

fails the exams all the time, making him repeat year by year, and he’s even known for beating his senpai up for something stupid and sending the guy to a hospital where he stays for two weeks

but on the other hand

he’s also freakishly attractive and surprisingly easy to talk to

you probably bumped into him one time and you profusely apologize, but then he notices something about, something odd like, “did you just cut your hair?”

“uhm yes...you noticed?”

sukuna shrugs lazily, “noticed something was different, but whatever. it looks good on you though.”

he’s just soooo nonchalant most of the time, it’s hard to believe he’s actually pretty violent

but yeah this man has anger issues i’m sorry

but with that speaking, i actually don’t see sukuna as a bully with like a gang of his “followers” or that type of jazz

he’s more like the kid that hides under the bleachers or gets high in a storage room while everyone else is occupied with school festivals

it’s a shock he even came, but sukuna just says “free food is always a gift” but ofc it’s not free food...he just steals from the stalls

now here comes the fun part

so now that we know sukuna pretty much is a hopeless case...suddenly, he isn’t? maybe he meets you, the class volunteer who goes out of their way to visit his shabby apartment just to hand him his class work that he’s missed out on

he obviously disses you at first and ignores you, telling you to get lost

but somehow your kindness and persistence has him breaking

now he starts coming to school often, carrying a pack of gum or mint pops because he smells like weed and he’s slightly conscious of himself

this is supposed to be just them being students in high school, but i could honestly sukuna changing colors once he just gets a better grasp of what would be good for him

or maybe something finally interests him and gives answers to his silent questions

i feel like he’s such a troubled kid and just lacks proper care and attention, but once you become his friend and show him you don’t have bad intentions, he’s actually a loyal and decent guy

and when you two finally get close, you eventually gain enough courage to tutor him. sukuna is actually pretty smart too, he just doesn’t like studying, but when you compliment him, oh man, he melts

“yeah, you actually got that right! i told you you could do this!”

tsk,” he scoffs, “that’s all kindergarten shit.”

“if it is, then why haven’t you graduated?”

“shut the fuck up.”

although he sneers, you and sukuna have gotten close enough that you know both of you don’t mean anything bad behind those words and it’s all light hearted teasing

oh and when you ask him to take a picture with you for “high school memories?”

sukuna is disgusted

“get that thing away from my face - did you just take my photo?”

“yeah, you look pretty cute here! i’m so printing this and putting this in my album.”

sukuna is about to scold you even more, but the thought of you putting your photo together - even when he’s frowning in the picture - in something as sentimental as a photo book really has him softening up

would even try - keyword is try - to study more just so you’d stop frowning when you see his paper covered in red marks all over again

and he’d even try cutting down on his weed for the sake of his “health”

ofc he won’t suddenly - or ever, even - become the amazing student megumi is

he’ll still get into trouble because he’s impulsive and has poor coping skills, also he’s not good with words or dealing with his emotions

but on his good days, he’s a pretty funny guy

it just takes a lot to see that side of him, but it’s worth the time and patience

also i was expecting to write funny scenarios or imagines of stoner! sukuna because he’s too high to even hold a proper conversation sometimes but all i got is him saying weird words like “snail trap” or something when you ask him how his day is

would also have that garbled little laugh when he’s so out of it

sukuna will try to be better though, you just need to be patient him

but my GOSH when he finally graduates

he’s going to hide that little smile because deep down, he’s also pretty proud of himself and how far he’s come <3

lol now this makes me want to writer a high school au lololol

in conclusion: yeah he’s the stoner with a good heart

which is so not canon...this shouldn’t even be a headcanon we know ryoumen sukuna is PURE EVIL but oh well maybe when I’m down from my sukuna high I’ll write him a lot more canonically

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httpsexistence · 4 years ago

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can i request something for multiple characters? if not, you can totally ignore this, but can i have oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, and akaashi as boyfriends? just some random headcanons about how they would act in a relationship? thanks! :)

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

i would do anything to have them as my boyfriend :(

*not proofread

he’s literally one of the sweetest boys you could ever have as a boyfriend

he cARES ABOUT YOU SO MUCH :(

P I C N I C D A T E S

he’ll pack your favorite food and you two will just sit with each other, cuddling while the sun sets

you know he has a very busy schedule, so you always spend as much time with him as you can!

��Y/N-chan, can we watch an alien movie?!”

nevermind.

“Tooru, we watched one last night.”

“Okay, and?”

he loves it whenever you wrap your arms around him, especially when he’s feeling insecure or vulnerable

he’s so pretty when he cries goodbye

you’ll cup his pretty face in your hands and kiss his tears before kissing him on the lips

“You’re perfect, baby. No matter what.”

when his fangirls found out about you two, world war 3 started

“Who’s that person with Oikawa?”

“He could do so much better.”

you honestly didn’t care about what they had to say, so you didn’t tell your boyfriend

he found out when he overheard two girls talking

“WHA?! Why are people talking bad about Y/N-chan :(”

will 100% confront them and tell them to stop because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to get hurt

you always go to his practices

he likes to show off for you ;)

“Y/N-chan, watch me ser- OW!”

“STOP TALKING TO YOUR S/O, SHITTYKAWA”

“Tell Iwa-chan to stop being mean to me :(”

you and iwa gang up on him together

he loves, loves, LOVES it when you wear his jersey at one of his games

other people always approach you to try and flirt

it’s all fun and games until they see the number on your back

Oikawa: “Hey, cutie, who’s this piece of-”

You: “That’s enough, Tooru.”

CLINGY BABY

he always needs to be touching you no matter what

10/10 boyfriend, would recommend

(i love him so much goodbye)

iwaizumi is literally an angel

look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn’t give the best hugs

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ARMS?

if you’re ever upset, this man will literally pick you up, fling you over his shoulder, and go somewhere quiet so he can wrap his arms around you

his heart flutters whenever you bury your face into his chest, mumbling softly as he rests his head in your hair

has a MAJOR soft spot for you

Oikawa: “Iwa-chan, can I show you-”

Iwaizumi: “Shut up, Loserkawa.”

You: “Hey babe, can I show-”

Iwaizumi: “Yes darling, you can show me anything you want.”

oikawa teases you two all the time

“Why is Iwaizumi hitting the balls harder than usual?”

“Oikawa made fun of him and Y/N.”

“Oh, makes sense.”

you usually wait for iwa to get out of practice so he can walk you home (he refuses to let you walk alone)

all of the third years start whistling when iwa walks out with you, one arm snaked around your waist while the other is in the air, flipping the entire time off

he may seem very rough on the exterior, but as soon as you two are alone, this man turns into a freaking teddybear

it’s as if you have two boyfriends

like, you two will be cuddling on his bed, and you’ll get up to go to the bathroom

he will literally grab you by your waist and yank you back down

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Babe, I gotta pee-”

definetly protective

“Who’s that asshole talking to Y/N?”

“I don’t know. Might wanna check before they steal her, Iwa-chan.”

“Shut up.”

best boyfriend <3

buff baby :)

you two are literally so chaotic

akaashi is done with you both

you’re always at every single game, cheering on your boyfriend :)

he says you’re his good luck charm

you always help him get out of emo-mode in some way

“COME ON, KO! YOU’RE THE BEST ACE!”

“Bokuto-san, you need to get back in the game and win it for L/N.”

cue bokuto demolishing the other team with his spikes

whenever he wins a game, his eyes always dart around until he sees you

he’ll run up to you and pick you up, no matter how sweaty he is

kiss him and tell him he did a good job >:(

MOVIE NIGHTS ARE A MUST

your boyfriend is so chaotic, so you love it when you’re able to sit down and cuddle while watching a movie

he’s literally the best cuddler, don’t @ me

just look at him and tell me you don’t wanna lay on his chest wrapped in his arms

whenever movie nights happen, you tend to fall asleep on him alot

these moments with you are his favorites <3

he’ll play with the hair on your head while smiling, rocking you back and forth in his arms

when you eventually wake up, however, the positions are switched

you suddenly have a massive volleyball player on top of you, cutting off your oxygen

sorry, but you’re gonna have to shove him off to be able to breathe

“BABY DID I HURT YOU?! :(”

“NO, BO, IT’S OKAY :(”

he’ll try and cook you food to make up for it, but-

“AHH Y/N THERE’S A FIRE!”

he can’t cook to save his life

he loves taking baths with you :)

nothing suggestive, but just sitting in the warm water talking your ear off makes him happy!

GIVE THIS CUTIE SOME LOVE!

PRETTY BOY <333

this man

he’s so fucking perfect oml

BEST BOYFRIEND EVER?!

he would literally drop whatever he was doing if you ever needed anything

he’s extremely observant, so if you’re upset, he’ll know right away

i can see him being a bit awkward with physical affection at the start, but if you needed a hug, he would give you a hug (a damn good one at that)

he’ll wrap his arms around you and place a hand on the back of your head, pushing you into him while he holds you

I ALREADY KNOW HE SMELLS SO GOOD

he’s literally prepared for everything

did you cut your finger on accident? he’s already putting a band-aid on it.

do you have a cycle? he keeps track of it on his phone and has everything you need.

like the rest of the boys, he really likes holding you :(

we all know he can be a bit insecure about himself, so holding you provides him with a sense of security

hear me out...

COFFEE

DATES

every week you two will go to your favorite cafe and sit in the corner, enjoying your time together

you two don’t even have to talk

you can sit in silence and it’ll be just as enjoyable as having a conversation

he has your drink order memorized

i headcanon that he has a list of your likes, dislikes, etc in his notes app

he wants to remember every little thing about you :)

if he ever stays the night at your house (or vice versa), he always wakes up first just so he can admire you while you’re asleep

then, when you eventually wake up, he’s brought you some water and breakfast <3

“Make sure you drink all the water so you don’t get dehydrated.”

he always texts you good morning and good night, and reminding you of things throughout the day

“Good morning, angel. I hope you slept well.”

“Go to bed, darling, it’s getting late.”

“Don’t forget that we had chemistry homework.”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

100/10

#oikawa #iwaizumi #bokuto #akaashi #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x reader fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi x reader fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader fluff

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years ago

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Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part Four}

Words: 2933

Warning: mentions of domestic violence, and cute af

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: I love this chapter/part because the reader becomes a little looser with Dylan. Also, it might break your heart at the same time, but I hope you enjoy! Thanks to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me!

I’ve been texting and FaceTiming with Dylan for almost a week now and it’s been an absolute grand time. He’s really nice, funny, and sweet as hell and I don’t know how much more my heart can take.

I stepped out of the shower, seeing two messages on my phone. One from Dylan and the other from Mal.

Dylan: Good morning, beautiful!

I smiled at Dylan’s text, shaking my head as he always managed to compliment me in some way. My eyes trailed towards Mal’s text, swiping the notification, opening my messages app.

Ma Hoe: Have you heard the news? If not, you probably should. It’s about Jeremy…

My heart stopped when I read his name, gulping slightly as I went online, looking it up.

Jeremy Flynn, 29, has been released from prison today on good behavior. He had been sentenced 25 years in prison for first-degree assault. Jeremy had beaten his former girlfriend, Y/N L/N, 24.

I felt my heartbeat pound against my chest, having harder time breathing as I placed my phone down on the bathroom sink. I slid down the wall, sitting on the floor as I clutched my towel close to my body.

“No, no, no. This can’t be happening.” I muttered to myself, hearing my phone vibrating. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, attempting to calm my heart rate.

After I manage to have my heart beat at a normal pace, I stood back up, noticing a missed call from Mal. I tore off some toilet paper, blowing my nose a bit as I glanced at myself in the mirror, noticing the scars that he had caused, a shiver ran through me, looking away. I picked up my phone, dialing her number pressing the phone against my ear.

“Hey, sweetie. Did you look?” Mal asked and I nodded my head, muttering a yeah. “They have a video of some news crew interviewing him.”

“Yeah, what did he say?” I asked, wondering if I actually wanted to know or not. I bit my nails as she hummed, assuming she was pulling up the video.

“He said that he was sorry for what he had done, that he was going through a rough time at that point in his life and took the anger out on you, and that he didn’t mean for it to escalade so far.” I scoffed at the statement, shaking my head as I sat down on my bed.

“Yeah, sure. He had nothing going on in his life. Jeremy turned into a drunken bastard just like his father did. He knew what he was doing…” I muttered, sighing loudly.

“So, what if he tries to contact you?” She asked and I looked up at the ceiling, trying to prevent the tears from sliding down my face.

“If he does I’m going to put a restraining order out on his ass. Alright, well, I have to go get dressed. I’ll talk to you later.” I mentioned and we both said goodbye before hanging up.

I walked back into the bathroom after placing my robe on, looking back into the mirror, memories of before playing through my mind.

I had just gotten home from work when Jeremy was already piss drunk on the couch, glaring at the television. I closed the door, his attention turning towards the noise as I placed the keys to the house in the bowl.

“Hey, babe.” I muttered, walking towards him and he stood up abruptly, making me flinch a bit.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He growled at me, taking a step towards me and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“I-I was at work. I told you that the girls and I were getting dinner after work.” I whispered, feeling his breath hit my face, the smell of whiskey hitting my nose.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell me. I’ve been sitting here for two hours waiting for you to come home to make dinner.” My back had reached the wall as he kept yelling at me, his hands on either side of my face. “And now you tell me that you went out with your “friends” to eat. What the FUCK am I supposed to have?” Jeremy yelled, punching the wall next to my face, flinching at the noise of his knuckles hitting the dry wall.

“I-I’m sorry… What, what do you want to eat?” I asked, trying to make him less angry.

“I think, oh I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He growled, raising his hand up, slapping me across the face. I let out a gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks as the pain surged throughout my face, swallowing thickly. “Now, you’ll be home to cook me dinner for now on, right?” He asked and I nodded my head. “Good girl.”

I snapped out of my thoughts, anger pulsing through my veins as I let out a frustrated scream, punching my vanity mirror, shattering the glass. I gasped, glancing down at the sharp fragments that are prodding my skin, blood pouring from the wounds. “Shit.” I whispered, grabbing my first aid kit from under the sink, carefully taking out the glass with a pair of tweezers.

I wince, bundling up a wad of toilet paper, pressing it against the cuts. I sniffed, placing the bloody toilet paper on the counter, pouring some peroxide over my knuckles. I drape some gauze over the cuts before wrapping some medical tape around it. After bandaging myself up, I picked up the fragments of glass, throwing them into the garbage.

I picked up my phone, noticing a few more texts from Dylan, since I never answered the first one he sent me because of… well him.

Dylan: Are you okay? You’re usually awake by now and you haven’t texted me.

Dylan: Alright, I’m a little worried now… I’m calling you.

Dylan: Y/N, please, just let me know if you’re safe or alive.

I smiled at his concern, about to text him when his face popped up on the screen. I pressed the green button, holding my phone up against my ear. “Hi Dylan.” I muttered, smiling as I heard him let out a breath of relief.

“Oh thank god. Did you get my texts?” He asked and I walked out of the bathroom, sitting down on my bed.

“Yeah, I did. Sorry I didn’t reply to any of them. I-I was talking to Mal and I guess I lost track of time.” I chuckled, lying slightly. I bit my lip, glancing towards the bathroom, seeing the broken vanity leaning against the wall. “Hey, Dyl?”

“Yeah?” He replied.

“Would you.. Um, are you busy today?” I asked, picking at my fingernails.

“Actually, I’m not. Why? What’s up?” Dylan asked and I grinned, hearing his voice helping to get my mind off the current situation.

“My vanity mirror in my bathroom fell off my wall and I have to go to Lowe’s to get a new one. I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to come with me?” I questioned, my heartbeat speeding up slightly.

“Yeah, definitely. I’d be honored to accompany you, cutie.” Dylan laughed and the grin on my face widened. “I can meet you outside your apartment building and we can catch the one o’clock train?” He asked and I agreed, before both of us hung up the phone.

I let out a tiny squeal which surprised myself. I sighed, leaning my head back, feeling like a schoolgirl who has a crush on one of their classmates. I throw off my baggy t-shirt, pulling out a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and a striped off-the-shoulder top. After getting dressed, I put on a pair of socks before slipping on my blue and white Adidas.

My phone vibrated, Dylan letting me know he was outside and I grab my purse, draping it across my body before placing my phone in my pocket, locking my apartment door before getting into the elevator. I stepped outside, seeing Dylan scrolling through his phone, his other hand shoved in the pocket of his tight fitted black jeans. I looked him over, his red and black flannel accentuated him well and he incredibly cute with his Met’s hat on.

I snuck up behind him, leaning on my tippy toes, looking over his shoulder. “Whatcha doin?” I whispered and Dylan jumped, letting out a small scream and I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Don’t do that!” He groaned, laughing a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes roamed down my body, a blush appearing on my cheeks as I bit my lip lightly. “Wow, you look gorgeous.” Dylan smiled, bringing me in for a small hug.

“O-Oh thank you, Dyl. You look pretty good yourself.” I smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Dylan smiled down at me before reaching his arm out and I link it with mine. The both of us walked towards the nearest subway, which was about a block from my building. We had waited for the train to arrive for a few minutes, hearing the sound of metal on metal as the small train pulled up to the station. Dylan had his hand on the small of my back, leading me onto the train after people got off, making our way towards Broadway.

Dylan and I were standing relatively close to one another, his eyes moving towards my bandaged hand, softly rubbing it. “What happened?” He asked me and I looked at it for a second before glancing back at his gorgeous eyes.

“I was making dinner last night and I cut myself like a rookie.” I laughed, lying to his face as my heart breaks a bit.

He chuckled, rubbing my bandaged knuckles. “You gotta be more careful.” Dylan muttered, his eyes meeting mine again. I nodded my head, not sure if I could trust my voice at the moment. Someone had bumped into me quite roughly, making me lose my balance as I fell towards Dylan, grasping his flannel. “Woah, I got you.” He murmured, his arm wrapping around my waist, keeping me on my feet.

I glanced up at him, my cheeks flushing a bright pink, letting go of his flannel, my palms pressed against his toned chest. I muttered a thanks, pushing myself off of him, hearing a voice over the intercom of the train.

“Stopping at Broadway Junction in just a minute.” The voice told everyone and I sighed in relief, my claustrophobia slightly getting to me.

We finally got off the train, walking towards Lowe’s in a comfortable silence, Dylan’s hand brushing softly against mine every once in awhile. I would look over my shoulder every now and then, afraid that Jeremy would end up finding me. “So, how’d your mirror break again?” He asked me as we walked into Lowe’s, going towards the bathroom area.

“I was readjusting it because I thought it was crooked and it fell off the screw and shattered.” I lied again, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Man, you’re just having a awful couple days.” He mentioned, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. I chuckled, nodding my head in agreement, wrapping an arm around his waist, glancing at their selection of vanities.

“You could say that.” I muttered, leaning my head against his shoulder. I stopped at one that kind of matched my bathroom, dark wood with carved short lines around the mirror itself. I ran my fingers over the wood, smiling to myself. “I like this one.” I told Dylan and he smiled, nodding his head at the mirror.

“Yeah, although I’ve never been in your apartment, but I trust your judgment.” He chuckled, nudging me slightly. I shook my head, giggling quietly as I glanced down at the price, sighing a bit. I guess I’ll have to work overtime the next couple weeks. “What’s the matter?” Dylan asked, looking down at me.

“What? It’s nothing. Just a little pricey.” I told him, grabbing one of the packaged mirrors. I began walking towards the check out, becoming slightly tired at carrying the mirror.

“I-I could help if you wanted to?” He questioned and I stopped in my tracks as he kept going, stopping a few seconds after I did.

“Dylan… w-how are you so sweet?” I asked, my lips parted. I almost drop the mirror, Dylan catching it quickly as he took it into his hands, his big strong hands.

“Uh, I don’t know. I guess it’s in my genes?” He grinned, walking towards the checkout stations. “Do you want me to help you pay for it? I don’t mind.” Dylan told me, glancing back at me and I shook my head.

“No, I can’t let you do that. It’s okay, I got it. Thank you though.” I smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek and continues to walk in front of him. “But, today’s your lucky day because I’m going to need help putting this up.” I walked backwards, grinning at him.

He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “Oh, so that’s why you invited me. I see now.” Dylan joked and I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a playful wink, surprising myself.

“What can I say, Dylan? I know a strong man when I see one.” I teased, laughing slightly.

“Well you’re lucky that I like you.” He muttered, tilting the mirror so the cashier can scan it. “So, yes, I’ll help you.”

After paying for the semi-expensive mirror and having to deal with the giant awkward object on a small train, we finally arrived at my apartment. I unlocked the door, letting Dylan go inside first so he can put down the mirror and let his arms breath again. He looked around the place, smiling to himself as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“You got a nice place here.” He complimented him and I thanked him, showing him where my bedroom is. “You know, I would like to be taken out to dinner first before entering a woman’s bedroom.” Dylan laughed and I glanced back at him, seeing him wiggle his eyebrows at me.

He laid the mirror on my bed and I opened my bedside table’s drawer, pulling out a pocket knife. Once he turned around I stuck my arm out, handing it to him as he grinned softly, grabbing it, our fingers brushing together slightly. My phone rang loudly, making the both of us jump as I dish it from my pocket, eyebrows furrowing at the unknown number on my screen.

“Hello?” I answered, watching Dylan unpack the mirror.

“Miss me, darling?” The all too familiar voice husked in my ear. My heart stopped for a second, mouth becoming dry as I glanced around the room, not really knowing what I’m searching for. I laid my hand against Dylan’s back, his eyes glancing back towards me as I nodded my head toward the door, silently telling him I’ll be right back.

Once I was out of the bedroom and into the living room, I licked my lips slightly. “H-How’d you get my number?” I stuttered, running my slender fingers through my hair, leaning against the wall.

“I have my sources. So, you wanna get a coffee?” Jeremy asked and my eyebrows raised, scoffing lightly.

“You know damn well that I don’t. Never ever contact me again.” I muttered into the phone. I heard his maniacal laughter, my hands becoming sweaty.

“Trust me, sweetheart. You’ll see me again real soon. I’ll make sure of it.” He growled before hanging up the phone. My hands shook as I attempted to text Mal, dropping my phone in the process.

“Hey, everything okay?” Dylan asked, making me jump, almost hitting my head against one of the low hanging lights. Jesus Christ, Y/N, get yourself together, I thought to myself, bending down to pick up my phone.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay.” I whispered, rubbing my wrist, suddenly feeling Jeremy’s large hands wrapped around them. My breathing quickened, my chest contracting as I could feel my throat close up a bit.

Dylan noticed you muttering to yourself, eyes squeezed shut, breathing heavier. He suddenly began to worry, wondering what he should do as he saw a tears slip from her eyes. “Y/N?” Dylan whispered, extending his hand out to you and you flinched, stepping away from him.

“Y-You should probably leave.” You muttered, not making eye contact with him and Dylan frowned, hoping to get to hang out with you some more. He cleared his throat, nodding his head as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Okay. Um, if you need anything, anything, call me okay?” Dylan asked and you looked up at him, noticing the worried look on his features and you nodded your head once. He smiled, slowly reaching towards you again as you watched his hand. His fingers softly grazed your arm, leaning down to place a small gentle kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”

You watched as he walked towards the door, opening it. “Dylan… thank you, for helping me out today. I had a great time.” You told him, giving him a small smile as he smiled back, waving goodbye before leaving. You quickly walked towards your door, watching him leave through the small window, locking the door before leaning your forehead against the dark wood, sighing loudly.

You slid down the door, crying softly as you covered your face with your hands, small sobs escaping your lips. Stop ruining my life…

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