#experience' and i had to literally bite my tongue to keep myself from saying 'oh you mean burning to death or drowning bc the self driving
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I really wasnt expecting that anti-apple post to get notes sgdgdgdg I feel so validated đđ
#marquilla#i mean androids could be better too but at least theres variety and you can customize it without 'jail breaking'#also we can have ad block on our phones đ get fucked đ¤#teslas and iphones are two things tech bros (gender neutral) loooove to have and it's so funny in a cringey way like okay enjoy your death#trap on wheels and your gonna break in 3 years phone. you got me! im a broke bitch! đ#BaldBastard has both as well as my aunts husband well he rents them when they rent cars but it's like yall are so lame agdgdgdgd#like im sorry but you could be the coolest person on the planet but the second you have either or god forbid both of those you turn into a#fucking loser sgdgdgdg (and again im mocking apple elitists not people who happen to own iphones and are normal ab it)#he didnt get to rent a Tesla last time they came in and he was SO MAD they gave him a hybrid car not a tesla bc he wanted 'the Tesla#experience' and i had to literally bite my tongue to keep myself from saying 'oh you mean burning to death or drowning bc the self driving#system crashed into a building or drove off a bridge?' SO HARD SGDGGDGDGDGD i was like đ agsgdggdgdgd#oh or did you want the tesla experience where you rearend someone on the highway and are thrown out the windshield bc theres no#crumple zones? that experience?#they ofc all have apple watches and are CONSTANTLY checking them for notifications its so fucking rude
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I looked up at him with innocent eyes âyou know what I wantâ I pleaded.
âMmmm fuck yeah baby,â he replied with a smirk. âYou know I canât say no to you.â
In that moment he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed on my back. He grabbed me by my legs and pulled me close to him.
My pussy was soaking wet from the mere idea of what he was going to give me.
He pulled my thong to the side and slipped his two fingers in. âOooohhhâ đŽâđ¨ he whispered- âmmmmhmmm,â I moaned.
He fucked me just how I loved to get fucked. Curving his fingers into my g-spot & using his thumb on my clit. Fuck! I was in Heaven. He pressed down on my belly and I gasped at the sensation. âOoohh Fuck!â I moaned. I could feel my body softening as I allowed myself to let go. It felt so deep when he pressed down, I knew what was going to happen next.
As if he could read my fucking mind, he bent down a little and stuck his tongue into my pussy. âOh Shit!â I yelled. I didnât even try to contain my pleasure and excitement.
He continued to finger fuck me and eat my pussy. Damn, was he good.
He was the only guy who could make me cum this way. Everyone else was all talk. The only guy I desired to fulfill this need.
I closed my eyes and began to deepen my breath. Almost immediately I felt a surge of erotic energy course through me and make its way to my pussy. I almost shivered from the pleasure.
I kept breathing deeply, tuning into every single fucking sensation I felt. Completely immersed in the experience.
âIm gonna cum baby!â I shouted. He grabbed me tighter and pulled me closer. My body began to convulse as I came & squirted simultaneously. It felt like I was riding the waves of ecstasy for a long time.
âThat a girl,â he said with a mischievous smile. âMmmmâ I literally couldnât say anything else.
I put my fingers in my pussy to feel how wet I was. âThatâs it baby, play with yourself,â he said. I obeyed, gently touching & caressing my soaking and dripping wet pussy. I bit my lip at how sensitive I felt.
âMy turn,â he said as he pulled out his incredibly hard cock and slipped it in. My head fell back as I moaned. âHoly Shit!â He said, trying to keep his composure from the feeling of my wet pussy on his dick.
He picked up my legs and put them on his shoulders and began to fuck me. He had lifted up my ass and was railing me at the perfect angle. My eyes rolled back as I thought to myself â this man is gonna make me squirt again, fuck!â
He fucked me slow & deep just how I love it. The perfect recipe for an explosive orgasm.
I looked up at him with submissive eyes, biting my lip and playing with my nipples. I fucking loved our dynamic- I would do anything this guy told me. The idea of it all made me instantly more horny and I could feel my pussy juices dripping down.
âDamn, I felt that!â He said. âIâm gonna cum soon baby.â âYes please,â i replied.
I gripped my pussy down on his dick, immediately I could feel him cumming inside of me. So warm and wet. It felt fucking incredible đ¤
and I felt myself beginning to cum just from the sensation.
âOh my FUCKIN GOD!â He moaned as he felt my pussy cum all over him.
We both waited a bit before he gently put my legs down and pulled his cock out. He rubbed his still hard dick on my pussy, wiping all the cum onto me before slapping my pussy with his cock. I giggled at him and smiled.
Mmmm, fucking creampie. My most absolute favorite dessert in the whole world.
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dazai osamu x fem! reader
warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.
there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here
"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.
"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"
The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.
"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"
Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.
However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.
Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.
"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.
His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.
"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.
Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.
"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.
Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.
Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.
"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."
You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.
"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.
While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.
"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.
"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.
"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.
"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."
"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"
You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.
Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.
"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.
Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.
"Dazai," you growled.
"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."
The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:
"I told you I'm weak."
"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.
"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.
If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:
"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.
He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.
You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.
"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"
You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.
"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.
Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.
"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."
"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.
Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.
"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.
From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.
Maybe not.
This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):
"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"
"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"
"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.
His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.
"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.
You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.
"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.
He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.
Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.
You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.
"Five."
"Five what?" you mewled weakly.
"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"
You widened your eyes at his words.
"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"
With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.
"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.
"What's your problem?!"
It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.
"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."
"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."
You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.
You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.
"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.
"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.
Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.
That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.
Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:
"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"
You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.
"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.
"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.
Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.
"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.
He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.
"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.
Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:
"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."
With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.
"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.
"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.
"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.
Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.
When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.
"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."
Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:
"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."
That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.
"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.
"It fucking hurt," you spit.
"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."
"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.
"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.
"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"
You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.
"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."
You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.
"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.
"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."
And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.
As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.
"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.
Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.
Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.
You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.
"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.
Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.
He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.
"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.
"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.
"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.
"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.
From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.
Little did you know he had other plans.
#bungou stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd x reader#bsd smut#bungou stray dogs smut#dazai osamu#dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader#dazai osamu smut#tw // dubcon
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how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once đĄ... basically that, but with their s/o)
ANONâŚ. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORTâŚ. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMESâŚâŚ BUT HEREâS THE âLONG STORYâ THROUGH THESE HCsÂ
TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements⌠asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep yâall safe JUST IN CASE
[Headcanons]
Aomine Daiki
you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasnât come back to his seat for too long
this was shortly after KaijĹ defeated Fukuda SĹgĹ, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in
your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend
upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you
maybe you shouldnât have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didnât think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium
oh how you were so wrong
you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you
you knew that he wasnât good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game⌠he was bad, bad news
why did you think he wasnât gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity
âOh? Now whatâs a pretty little thing like you doing out here⌠all alone?â
âI, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized itâs been getting a little too late⌠I think they returned back to the stadium, so thatâs where Iâm headingâŚâ
your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasnât going to walk past by you after this
âThat so?â he drawls, licking his thumb. âThe stadium ya say?â
something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, âthe stadiumâ triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine
âI⌠I really gotta leave,â you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. âTh-Theyâre impatient, soââ
âHuh?â he mocks, leaning closer to you. âIâm kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?â but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that heâs seen you somewhere very recently
âHm?â he muses lowly. âWerenât ya sitting with Daiki that game?â when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement⌠âOhhhh⌠is that how it is?â
. . .
Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty
Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out⌠after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?
imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of
this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected
but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of âgetting revengeâ for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)
âHey, asshat,â he calls out, grabbing Haizakiâs attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. âThe fuck you think youâre doing with (y/n)?â
âHehh? So (y/n)âs your name?â Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine
âBack off,â he says lowly, almost to a growl. âI wonât be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.â
at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: âWhoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.â
he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, âIt ainât fun here anymore, Iâm bouncinâ out.â
by the time he leaves Aomineâs field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:
â... Comeâere⌠he didnât do anythinâ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one secondâalright, alright I guess it was more than a second⌠fine, it was several minutes⌠look, Iâm sorry⌠okay, okay quit lecturing me⌠more importantly, promise me you donât go out alone like that. Itâs dangerous out there, yâknow.â
when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, âAw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.â
Murasakibara Atsushi
itâs quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo
shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)
he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down
he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; itâs just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together
Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge
and you laugh, telling him to âhurry upâ to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end
you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someoneâs reflection on it
Haizaki was right behind you
âWhaddya know? Would ya look at that?â he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. âIf it isnât (y/n).â
you merely pretended that you didnât hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you
you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, heâd be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement
after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine
âWhoaaa,â he drawls. âThatâs pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.â
â... Youâre blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?â you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face
âWhatâs with the cold shoulder?â He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. âI just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothinâ wrong with that, hm?â
âLook,â you sigh. âYouâre in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, Iâm not interested in small talk. No, Iâm not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I donât want to give you my number. Did I address everything?â you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast
âGood, goodâŚâ he slowly says. âYou havenât changed one bit, havenât ya? I was wonderinâ where that feisty side of yours went.â
perhaps you shouldnât have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more
before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up
you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention
âWhatâs the matter?â he asks. âCat got ya tongue?â when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. âNo oneâs gonna help⌠not when they think weâre a little thingâŚâ
but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara
a giant with a very, very hostile aura⌠even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety
âHands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.â
âOho?â Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. âWell if it isnât Atsushi⌠been a while hasnât it?â he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. âWhile Iâd love to chat, Iâm busy. Scram.â
âTouch (y/n)-chin again, and Iâll break all of your fingers.â
âHuh?â Haizaki licks his right thumb. âWhatâs up with ya? Itâs nonâya business.â
you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibaraâs side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow
âHmmm?â he smiles a slow smirk. âWas I really such bad company, (y/n)?â
his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibaraâs outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff
âIâm gonna crush himââ
âW-Wait! Just leave him beâŚâ you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you
he doesnât say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there werenât any injuries on you
he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court
âMurasakibaraâŚ?â
â... You wonât be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.â
âIâm fine, you know.â
he doesnât say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, heâs constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you
becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip
grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you
Akashi Seijuro
itâd be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup
Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup
Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to âget backâ against Akashi without directly confronting him
he was gonna mess with you
even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end
even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised
when he was sure Akashi wasnât with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium
. . .
Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about todayâs games and your opinion on Rakuzanâs performance⌠that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious
âO-OwâŚ!â
âIf ya want someone to blame for,â Haizaki sneers. âYa can thank Akashi for messinâ with me, yeah? Donât take it too hard babe, but Iâm just returninâ the favor⌠by proxy.â
Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself
âHaizaki.â
at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger⌠and hidden fear
he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look
after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; itâs something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now
Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck
his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections
all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault
as soon as he feels like youâre safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when heâs alone
being super considerate about your current mental state, he didnât want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions
for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir⌠itâs one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him
he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda SĹgĹ⌠to make nice⌠threats conversation
if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when heâll decide to back down
but thatâs only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about thisâŚ
#knb#knb headcanon#knb headcanons#knb x reader#knb x y/n#aomine daiki#aomine x reader#aomine daiki x reader#murasakibara atsushi#murasakibara x reader#murasakibara atsushi x reader#akashi seijuro#akashi x reader#akashi seijuro x reader#haizaki shougo#haizaki shogo#kuroko no basket#knb fic#knb fics
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As I Say
pairings: haitani ran, fem reader
warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex, light bondage, praise kink, baton insert
repost from my ao3
You check yourself one last time in the full length mirror at Bonten headquarters. Mini skirt, platform boots, and red lips; Ran's favourite look on you.
Tonight, you decided you were the one in charge. That didn't happen often, matter of fact it literally never happened. Ran is dominant in all aspects of life, so naturally that continued in the bedroom.
You had a plan though, and you were going to see it through. Handcuffs in one hand, you stroll out of Bonten's bathroom and into Ran's office with a sultry smirk on your face.
Ran was sat on the couch, legs spread, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as you entered, and a small smile played on his lips.
"Ya look beautiful."
You smile back a 'thank you.'
You're walking over to Ran with a purpose, and he knows it.
Reaching him, you gently take the whiskey from his hand, placing it on the table. You push him back onto the couch and throw your leg over, straddling him, taking both of his wrists with you.
"Hmm, what's this baby?"
Just his voice is enough to make you weak in the knees, but you have to see this through.
You lean up slightly, manoeuvring his arms backwards to cuff him to the back of the couch.
Once Ran realises you're about to restrict him, he tenses up. You lock eyes for what feels like forever, a million thoughts rushing through Ran's head.
'Why is she tying me up?'
'I won't be able to defend myself'
'What if it's a set up?'
You understood that look, and while it pained you slightly, you knew Ran's hesitance was most likely based on previous experiences. After a minute of silent questioning, Ran reluctantly loosened up, allowing you to lock the cuffs. He gave you one last long look, letting you know that he trusted you.
All negative thoughts out the window, you lean in to kiss Ran gently on the lips. Those gentle kisses turning more and more feral each time he kisses you back.
Pulling back for air, you look into his lilac eyes. He seems nervous yet surprised, and he's hiding it well. After all, you never get a chance to be in control like this, so he doesn't quite know how to react.
You run your hand along Ran's suit shirt, deciding it's time for that to come off. Once unbuttoned, you run your manicured nails over his skin, raising goosebumps. Your index finger grazes his nipple, and for the first time tonight Ran loses a tiny bit of composure.
He shoots you a serious look, almost like he hates what you're doing to him but he doesn't want you to stop. And you won't stop, because you're having way too much fun.
Leaning closer, you start kissing your way up Ran's jaw, making your way to his neck. Biting gently, Ran stiffens, moving his head to the side. You grab his jaw with your hand and pull his head back to it's original position. You lick the spot you just bit, and then suck hard.
"Y/N! No marks."
You chuckle slightly, knowing how much Ran hates you leaving little love bites, even though your body is littered in his.
"I thought I was in charge?" you whisper back.
And that you were. You suck the same spot over and over again, making sure to leave your mark on him.
Ran suddenly leans forward, making you jump.
"Wait 'til I get out these cuffs."
You try and hold back your smile, honestly you couldn't wait until those cuffs came off because you knew exactly what Ran would do to you.
You slowly lean back, looking straight at Ran. Leaning in to kiss him, you half expect him not to kiss you back in response to the marks you left on him, but you soon feel his tongue slip into your mouth, and him moaning into the kiss.
Leaning back further, you move from your straddled position and kiss your way down Ran's exposed body until you're in between his legs. You tap his hips, silently asking him to lift up so you can take off his suit pants.
Once his pants are down enough, you lean in and kiss his clothed cock, earning a sharp inhale. You look up at Ran, and see that his eyes are laser focused on your lips.
'Good', you think to yourself. You hook your fingers into his boxers and pull them down, Ran's hard dick springing out. You take him into your hand. His tip is bright red, dick pulsating every now and then. Slowly, you start to stroke him, loving the way Ran closes his eyes and throws his head back.
You move your hand some more, and then you wrap your lips around the tip of Ran's cock, and he lets out a long deep moan. You suck the tip hard, then take all of him in your mouth, moving down slowly until your throat constricts and you gag on his cock.
Ran looks down at you, mouth open in awe at how well you take him.
You bob your head up and down, nose tickled by his pubic hair, and each time Ran is looking at you with a look of pure lust on his face. Coming up for air, you detach your mouth with a 'pop', and a string of saliva still attached.
"Hah- fuck. Keep that up and I'm gonna cum, baby."
Ran coming is exactly what you wanted, but ending this so early was not an option.
You can feel your panties, cold and wet from your juices. You need some sort of release and you need it now.
Making your way back up, you get back into your straddling position, now feeling Ran's unclothed cock pressing against your clothed pussy. The feeling of him against you but not inside you is almost too much. You start to grind on Ran's cock, moaning into his neck.
"Untie me."
"No."
"Y/N, untie me."
Part of you really wanted to, but you're not done yet. And you don't appreciate his demanding tone when you're the one in charge.
You lean back into Ran's neck, still grinding down on him, and roughly suck another love bite onto him.
Ran jerks forward out of frustration, turning his head and biting down onto the side of your neck. Hard.
You yelp in response, not expecting Ran to be so rough with you considering you had him tied up. You quickly remembered to never underestimate your lover.
Staring into Ran's eyes, a mixture of shock and pleasure running through you. Ran is staring back at you, serious and needy.
"Baby, please."
You slide off of Ran, and lean your elbows onto the glass table behind you. Your skirt rides up, and you let it. Ran is watching your every move, but you can tell he's unsure of what you're going to do next. Keeping your eyes locked, you slowly spread your legs, Ran's eyes averting to your visibly soaked pussy. Your fingers creep over to your panties, pulling them to the side. Then, making sure Ran is focused on you, you insert your middle finger.
Your head lulls back, your pussy finally feeling some sort of friction. You can feel Ran's eyes on you; you know he's watching, so you put on a show.
You pull your middle finger out, watching it glisten in the dimly lit room, then you push it back in, along with your ring finger. You start slowly, but you can feel the pressure build up inside you, and you can't deny yourself release any longer. Your movements gain speed. Looking back up, you see Ran with his mouth open, eyes laser focused on your pussy. His dick is throbbing at this point, both of you needing to come soon.
Your fingers slow, and you pull them out, placing them into your open mouth and sucking.
"Oh my fucking god." Ran says, breath hitching, becoming visibly more and more impatient.
Reaching over, your hand grazes over Ran's baton.
Shock is the best way to describe Ran's reaction. His eyes are on you. If you do what he thinks you're going to do with his baton, he might just explode.
Grabbing the weapon, you run it down your body, grazing over your pussy lips slightly.
"Keep your eyes on me." you tell Ran, his thoughts confirmed as you slowly insert his baton into you.
It's thick and cold, not nearly as good as Ran's cock, but you're so needy just about anything will do at this point. The friction inside you feels so good, baton pumping inside you at an increased pace. Your hand moves quickly, and you feel your favourite type of relief approaching. A few more pumps of Ran's baton and you're squirting all over the glass table, strings of your sticky juices reaching Ran.
"Baby, hah-- get up here and untie me right now."
Your thoughts are blurred, the release you just felt was amazing, but you've never needed Ran's cock inside of you more than you do at this moment.
You quickly get up, legs still shaking and slightly dazed as you fumble over Ran's constraints.
"Come on baby, please."
He's rushing you, and you're trying but your hands are shaking with anticipation. Finally, you hear the click of the cuffs and Ran lunges forward, grabbing you by your thighs and leading you to the bigger couch. He throws you down harshly, your body still coming to terms with your very recent orgasm. Before you know it, your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his dick is plunged deep inside you.
You moan loudly. You've fucked Ran plenty of times but this time was on another level.
He pulls out slowly, then pushes back inside. His hand around your neck, squeezing every so often, making sure you're looking at him.
"Look at me. Look at what you've done." he pants out in between thrusts. "I can't stop, baby. I can't fucking stop."
Your head goes fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your brain is intense, but the feeling of your orgasm building is stronger.
"You gonna squirt again?"
You can't respond. He knows that, he just likes teasing you.
"My little pet gonna squirt for me? Come on, get me all messy."
You can't take it anymore, Ran's teasing tone and the way he's pounding into you is enough to make you do as he says. You squirt one more time, covering both your bodies in your juices.
Ran's pace continues, you try and push him away, the aftermath becoming too much for you.
"Ran, please. I can't-- anymore."
"You can take it." Ran says as he leans down, covering you in sloppy kisses. He holds you by your jaw, making you keep your mouth open while he spits into it.
He's turning you on so much, and after all the pleasure you've received, you realise that Ran hasn't come yet. He's not done with you.
Suddenly, Ran flips you over onto your front, placing a pillow underneath you to raise your ass slightly.
"I'm gonna fuck you some more, and you're gonna take it."
You're so aroused at this point, Ran could suggest literally anything and you'd be up for it. He grabs your hips, pulling you back into him. You feel the tip of his cock against your dripping pussy, slowly entering you.
You gasp. You're fucked out but for some reason you don't want to stop either. Ran starts roughly ploughing into you, showing your pussy no mercy. He runs his hands over your ass and spreads your cheeks. You feel a wet drip going straight down your ass, and soon after Ran's thumb circling your back entrance.
You tense up, now it's you that has no idea what Ran is going to do next.
His thumb dips into your ass and you cry out in pleasure, both your holes being pumped by Ran. Soon after, Ran's thumb leaves your ass and in replacement you feel a cold, metal stick.
"Ran!"
"Shush, baby. Just relax."
You do as your told. A few seconds later, Ran's baton enters your ass. It feels much bigger than it did in your pussy, and you're senses are so overwhelmed that you don't know how to react.
Ran sets the pace of the baton in his hand, and when he's happy, he fucks into your pussy with relentless speed.
"That's my good girl. I knew you could take it, baby."
You cry out one last time, fingers gripping the couch underneath you as you come on Ran's dick. The feeling of Ran's hot seed being pumped into you only increases your pleasure.
All you can hear is both yours and Ran's heavy breathing, coming down from that whole experience. Ran slowly removes the baton from your ass, in love with the way your hole restricts around nothing. Just as he's about to pull out, you reach behind you, holding him in place.
He eyes you up, slightly confused at what you're implying.
"We're not done yet."
Ran's eyes light up, a sadistic smirk crossing his face as he slowly begins pumping back into you.
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The Island | KTH (Ten)
Summary: Youâre just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your âsoulmateâ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?
Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) mentions of sex, public fingering, slow sex in the form of a flashback, making out, dirty talk, oral (male rec.)
Notes: Hereâs chapter 10:) Next chapter is the chapter most of you are really anticipating hahah sorry it isnât this one! But I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)
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Being really fucking nervous is actually the understatement of the century. You wish there was a better word to describe how you feel. Afraid, concerned, on edge, hesitant, jittery, jumpy, shy, tense, uneasyâŚyou get the point. Meeting Taehyungâs parents is already a nerve wracking experience but in this situation it is even worseâyou are the reason their son went into a major fucking depression for 6 months.
Taehyung has a big smile on his face thoughâŚhe looks genuinely excited and not the least bit concerned. You on the other hand feel sick to your stomach, you feel like you have to gulp down literal puke every five minutesâŚor maybe every five seconds. Your hands are pooling with a gross amount of sweat and your stomach keeps twisting and turning.
âAnd my mom makes little sandwiches for us, like all the time.â Taehyung grins, he squeezes your hand in his as you two approach his parentsâ house. âYou ready?â
You feel the anxiety build, making you nauseas all over again.
âSure.â You swallow down your nerves, looking up at Taehyung with worried eyes. His smile begins to fade as he observes you, he exhales a deep breath and lets go of your hand.
âTry to relax.â His hand goes to your hair, his fingers playing with it. âI wouldnât bring you here if I thought it was going to go all wrong.â He says softly. âYou have to trust me, remember?â
âRightâŚâ you nod your head slowly. âYou wouldnât bring me to a place that people would hate me, rightâŚâ you wipe your hands on your jeans.
ây/nâŚâ Taehyung reaches for your hand again, he intertwines his fingers with yours. âThey donât blame you.â He says under his breath. âIâm a grown ass man, I let myself go. Not you.â
âYou canât really be that naĂŻve, Taehyung?â You breathe out, âAt least one person blames me, that knows that I didnât reach out to youââ
âI said to trust me, didnât I?â Taehyung snaps, but he keeps his voice low. âI talked to my parents about bringing you over and they want to meet the girl from the photos. They rooted for us the entire time.â He tries to offer you a smile but you keep the frown that pulls down your lips.
âWhy would they root for usâŚthey donât even know me.â You say quietly and Taehyung suddenly pulls you close, hugging you.
âBecause they saw how happy we looked together. You saw the photos, right? You have to admit we make a cute couple.â He teases, holding you close.
âC-CoupleâŚare we a couple?â you pull away from him slightly, you look into his dark eyes and give him a look that urges him to answer you.
âYouâre asking if Iâm like, your boyfriend?â he tilts his head, then he is pulling you back in, hugging you tightly. âI guess we really havenât had that discussion yet.â
âTaehyungââ
âI want you to be my girlfriend. Will you?â He speaks lowly, his baritone voice vibrating his chest as your head is pushed up against it. âCan I introduce you as my girlfriend?â he sort of repeats and you feel your heart skip a beatâseveral in fact.
âYouâŚyou want me to be your girlfriend? But you wonât even kiss me?â you mumble into his chest.
Taehyung sighs out, heâs tired. Really tired of this same conversation. But he tries to be understanding of you and holds you even tighter.
âRemember we are taking it slow,â he reminds you. âBut Iâm yours. And youâre mine. So of course we are a couple. Iâm your boyfriendâŚyouâre my girlfriend.â He spells it out for you, âAnd thatâs how we will introduce the other.â
You pull back from Taehyung and look into his eyes, his dark, beautiful eyes. You take a moment to let your eyes linger on his. Theyâre brown. But so much prettier than any other brown youâve seen, theyâre deeper. Like they hold so much mystery. You see the season of Autumn in his eyes. Like summer just ended, like the warmth of the sun still lingers. Theyâre the kind of eyes you can get lost in. Like you are doing right now.
âIâll be your girlfriend.â You mumble shyly and Taehyungâs hands find your waist.
âYouâre cute.â He states, âToo cute for me.â He squeezes your waist and you slowly close your eyes at how good it feels to have his hands on you.
âDonât do that.â Taehyung warns. âI know that look.â
âI donât know what you are talking about.â You say with your eyes still closed, his hands now lowering themselves to your hips.
âI know what you look like when you want to get fucked y/n.â he starts to massage your hips and you canât help but let a small, small moan leave your lips.
âFuckâŚâ Taehyung releases a shaky breath as he watches you get worked up. âWill this relax you?â he asks, his voice low. âIf I get you off?â
âW-What do you mean?â your eyes shoot open, âWeâre outside your parentsâ house.â
âAnd?â he raises a brow, his hand going to the button of your jeans, he unbuttons it with one hand. âThereâs hardly anyone around here.â He slides down the zipper and you begin to frantically shake your head, trying to stop him. But you fail miserably. Apparently shaking your head wasnât enough.
âTaeâŚthereâs people walking.â
âBarely.â He looks around his surroundings. âYouâre going to come all over my fingers, okay?â
Your eyes dart all around you but heâs right, the people are kind of far and not paying attention to you.
âOkayâŚâ you agree breathlessly. Taehyung slips his long fingers into your pants, sliding beneath your panties and going straight for where your needy ass self wants him most. With his free hand, Taehyung pushes you against the gate of his parentsâ house and covers you with his body. His fingers find your clit and he starts to rub slowly, trying to get you wetter. This goes on a for a minute or two before you are soaking his fingers in your juices then he is rubbing a bit faster, making your knees buckle.
âAh, TaehyungâŚâ you moan out quietly. âStay on my clit, I can come like this.â You let him know softly, your words coming out broken as you try to breathe normally.
âOkay babe.â He circles his fingers around your clit, rubbing over and over until youâre whimpering. Your eyes shoot open though when you remember youâre in public, your eyes scan the area and when you see you are alone you slam them shut and let out a longer moan.
âBe a little quieter.â Taehyung chuckles, âDonât want my parents to come out wondering whatâs going on, now do we?â he teases you, his fingers working on your bundle of nerves faster now, with added pressure making your orgasm announce its arrival.
âIâm going toâIâm going to come.â Your head falls onto his chest, and with his other hand he reaches up for the back of your head and begins massaging your scalp.
âCome for me baby. Want you nice and relaxed.â
Youâre so, so close when you notice a couple of women walking past, you try so hard to keep your orgasm at bay until they leave but being in this situation somehow pushes you over the edge. You bite down on Taehyungâs shoulder as you try to stay quiet as you come all over his fingers.
âGood, good.â He rubs your back, âRelax, relax.â
You try to calm your unsteady breaths as you recover from your high, his sticky fingers leaving your heat as he pulls them out of your pants. He immediately pushes his fingers past your panting lips and orders you to lick him clean.
âNow.â He says, waiting to feel your tongue clean him up.
Then you are buttoning your jeans back up and smoothing down your clothes and your hair. You look up at Taehyung and he grins down at you.
âFeeling better?â he asks, âBy the way, the answer better be yes.â His fingers tilt your head up by the jaw, urging you to look at him more properly.
âYes.â You say truthfully. âI just need a moment to catch my breath then we can go inside.â
âOf course.â
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Taehyungâs parentâs house is really, really nice. Well, as far as you can tell from the outsideâŚyou two are standing outside the front door waiting to get let in. You feel your nerves come back to haunt you, making you feel nauseas all over again. Before you can get too into your head, the front door is swinging open and a beautiful woman is widening her eyes at you, then she is yelling behind her in Korean and man is rushing to the door. Taehyungâs parents.
âUmmmmâŚâ You start gathering your courage to speak to them. âHello. My name is y/n. Nice to meet you.â You say in your broken Korean. Taehyung whips his head in your direction and looks pleasantly shocked. A wide smile makes its way on his face as he watches you trying to communicate with his parents.
âShe even speaks Korean!â Taehyungâs mother claps her hands excitedly, but you literally have no idea what she said. You only know a few things, like asking where the bathroom is, random animals and colors and saying hello and goodbye. You awkwardly nod your head though and Taehyung begins explaining to them that you in fact, do not know Korean.
âOh, itâs okay, itâs okay.â Mrs. Kim brings her hand to her mouth as she tries to hide her growing smile. âWe speak a little EnglishâŚbut we understand more than we speakâŚâ she admits shyly and you canât help but nod with a small smile.
âItâs nice to meet you.â You say, holding out your hand but she walks closer and pulls you in for a hug instead. âThank you.â Mrs. Kim mumbles in your shoulder. âJustâŚthank you. Thank you for coming hereâŚâ
âMomâŚâ Taehyung drags out in a whine.
You feel a pang in your chest once you realize what his mother meansâŚsheâs not mad at you? But rather grateful that you finally came? This makes the guilt you previously felt worsen.
âCome in, come in!â Mr. Kim chimes, âDinner should be ready soon.â
ây/n can help me?â His mom pulls away from you, her hands still on your arms. âRight?â She asks with a sweet smile. You nod your head and follow her inside. Taehyung grins as he watches you two walk away towards the kitchen, his dad smiles knowingly towards him and pats him on the back.
âWeâre making bulgogi.â She says happily, âHave you had before?â she takes the marinated meat and starts placing pieces of meat inside the pan.
âYes, but probably not as good at yours.â You smile. Mrs. Kim nods her head like she agrees with you then hands you the tongs to place the meat in the pan yourself.
âI am really happyâŚâ Mrs. Kim watches you cook the meat, âAnd very grateful. Taehyung missed you so muchâŚit was hard seeing him so sad.â
You take a deep breathâŚyou probably should have guessed this conversation was coming.
âBut he had the courage to go find you!â She claps her hands, âWe raised him nicely, didnât we?â
âIâm sorryâŚâ you gulp, âIââ
âNo, no. Taehyung explained everything. You had the courage to come here in the end, didnât you? Your parents must have raised you nicely as well.â She says, her hand gesturing you to flip the meat.
âI guess soâŚâ you turn the meat over in the pan. âTaehyung is hard to say no to.â
âHe isâŚhow do you say? Charming?â She gathers the side dishes and starts placing them on the table.
âHe is.â You feel a blush creep on your cheeks. âHe really is.â
Suddenly, you feel her hand on your arm. You turn your head to face Mrs. Kim and sheâs looking at you with pleading eyes.
��âŚâŚâŚ.â She says slowly, but you have no idea what she said. You scrunch your brows and look at her with a puzzled expression.
âYouâll learn Korean, wonât you? When you do, you will remember what I said.â She then smiles for you, letting go of your arm.
âIâll try my best.â You say honestly. âThank you for having me here by the way.â
âOf course, we watched the two of you through photos for 8 monthsâŚyou feel like family.â
~
âSheâs very pretty.â Mr. Kim tells Taehyung, âBut Iâm worriedâŚ.noâŚ.itâs fine. This will all be fine.â
âSheâs beautiful.â Taehyung smiles, âAnd donât be worriedâŚeverything is going to turn out the way itâs meant to.â
âThe way itâs meant to, huh?â His dad grins at him, pulling him in for a side hug. âI know you will make sure of that.â
âI donât want anyone else.â Taehyung admits between soft breaths, âShe is the one for me, I know it.â
âI remember being that sure about your mom.â Mr. Kim begins to reminisce, âI still feel that way.â
âI know.â Taehyung finally hugs his father back, both of them letting go. âYou will love her too, you will get to know her and realize I have every right to be in love.â
âOh sonâŚwe already know you are in love. We saw it even through those photos.â Mr. Kim begins walking to the kitchen, âAnd sheâs a woman in love if Iâve ever seen it.â He chuckles, âYou two will be okay.â
âYou think so?â Taehyung follows his dad towards the kitchen where you and his mom are.
They walk through and see the two of you setting up the table, you both look happy and Taehyung couldnât be more pleased.
âSmells good.â Taehyung sniffs the air around him dramatically, âDid she help mom?â Taehyung winks at you and you roll your eyes playfully.
âShe cooked all the meat! Next time I will get her to make the marinate.â
âI would love to learn.â
âShe would love to learn! You hear that?â Taehyung comes up to you and hugs you tightly. âI will learn with you.â He whispers in your ear and places a quick kiss to your cheek. You immediately feel yourself heat up, feeling slightly embarrassed that he would show affection in front of his parents. But they donât seem to mind, they instead smile at one another before taking a seat at the table.
âSo, we want to know all about your time on the island! Happy memories.â Mrs. Kim requests sweetly. âThe photos werenât enough for storytelling.â
âHmm.â Taehyung stuffs his face with meat, âI was so mean to her at first.â He laughs and you hit his shoulder.
âYeah, he didnât even want to talk to me!â you whine.
âWe said happy memories!â Mr. Kim chuckles, patting his mouth with a napkin. âWhat was your first kiss like?â
âOh yes! It was probably sweet and pure. I can just see it!â Mrs. Kim chirps making you blush hella hard. Your first kiss was anything but pure.
âI donât want to stop, Tae.â You blurt out quickly. âI want to keep going.â You flutter your eyelashes at him, âPlease.â His eyes widen.
Taehyungâs hands grip at your waist and leans in again, kissing you once more. His lips find yours in desperation this time, he moves his lips against yours messily yet perfectly. His hands slide down just a bit until theyâre gripping your hips, he gives them a squeeze and you squeal. So he squeezes your hips again until youâre whimpering in his mouth. He takes advantage of your parted lips, taking this opportunity to lick past them and feel your tongue with his. He presses his mouth against yours harder as your hands run down his broad chest.
You begin exploring his front side, your hands gliding from his chest to his stomach. He groans when you slide your hands down with added pressure to his lower stomach, he feels himself tense as he continues to kiss you. His tongue swirls against yours as your kissing becomes more heated and more sloppy. He wants to explore your front too, god, he wants to feel your tits in his hands so bad. So he slides his hands up until heâs groping you, your breasts being squeezed passionately by his large hands. You groan when his thumb finds your nipple through the material of your shirt and thin bra, heâs rubbing it over and over and you roll your eyes back.
âIt was very sweet. Very pure.â Taehyung comments nonchalantly, sticking another piece of meat in his mouth.
âYes, very.â You repeat with a giggle. âThe island holds some very precious memories for me.â You begin, âTaehyung really became someone special, someone precious. He felt like the first real friend I had in a long, long time.â
âWhat are you friends like at home?â Mr. Kim asks and you feel yourself grow a little smaller, but it isnât as bad as it used to be, you can admit.
âI donât really have manyâŚmost of my friends were from my old job but that place wasâŚtoxic. Iâm glad itâs behind me.â You say honestly. âI work a new job now and everyone seems really nice, I look forward to making new friends.â
âWe hear you have an older sister! That must be nice!â Mrs. Kim reaches for a side dish, piles some on her plate. âAnd your parents must be so happy to have you home.â
âAh, Ellie. Sheâs great.â You take a sip of your water, âShe really takes care of me. And my parents were a little sad I finally moved back out and back to the city. But theyâre also happy I am moving forward with my life.â
âHow do they feel about you coming to Korea?â
âMy mom isnât the most supportiveâŚbut dad and Ellie are.â
âWhy isnât your momââ
âAnyway,â Taehyung cuts off his mother, ây/n is excited about her new job and making new friends.
âWell, she can always make new friends here.â Taehyungâs mother gives both of you a knowing look. âThe boys will surely like her.â
âWell, yeahâŚâ Taehyung gets out awkwardly. âBut sheâs only here for a few weeks.â
âBut eventually she willââ
âMom.â Taehyung warns. âNot now.â
âFine, fine! Anyway I prepared your photos from the island, should we show you our favorites?â She says excitedly. âThere is one in particular that really justâŚoh my, let me just show you!â She stands from her chair and walks towards one of the counters, picking up a pile of photos.
âThis one. This one is my favorite.â
Itâs of you and Taehyung on the couch, youâre both laughing, leaning into one another spaces. Taehyung has got his hand on your upper thigh and your head is leaning into his chest. It looks like you two are so happy. Like you two never want to leave the island. And at the point youâre sure you never did.
âI like it too.â You say quietly. âWe look so happy.â
âYeah.â You can hear the smile in Taehyungâs voice. âShow us more.â
~
âOkay, it was nice to meet you both.â You bow your head towards his parents and they smile at one another before they look over at Taehyung.
âTaehyungâŚâ
Then his parents are pulling him to the side and speaking to him in Korean, so you have no idea whatâs being said. But Taehyung looks flushed, then he is waving them off.
âReady to go?â he asks with a blush.
~
âDid you have a nice time?â Taehyung asks you, his hand in your hand as you two walk to the bus stop. âMy parents like you.â
âYes.â You smile shyly, âBut also why wouldnât they? Iâm amazing.â You tease, trying to act more confident than you are. Maybe to trick yourself to be nicer to yourself.
âThatâs right baby.â Taehyung grins down at you, âYou are.â
Although things went really wellâŚyou still canât help but feel anxious over everything. Like you are undeserving of kindness. They were so nice to you even though youâre the reason Taehyung went through a sad phase. But you are trying to accept their love even if itâs really hard.
The bus ride to the stop near his apartment only takes around 20 minutes, you feel yourself nodding off on the bus. You had a long day and the jet lag is definitely starting to take a toll on you.
âSleepy babe?â Taehyung takes your head in his hand and guides it on his shoulder. âSleep a little.â He kisses the top of your head and you feel yourself grow more and more sleepy.
Eventually, Taehyung is gently shaking you awake letting you know you two made it to your stop near his apartment. You both walk to his place, the night time air making you feel nice. Itâs easier to breathe out here, itâs easier to trick yourself into breathing freely and feeling like you arenât being totally suffocated.
You walk into the apartment and Taehyung decides to put on a movie. You change into some fresh panties and one of his long t shirts before youâre settling on the couch. Taehyung makes some hot chocolate for the both of you before he is pressing play on the movie.
You arenât sure what movie this is, what itâs about or anything because you are so god damn tired. You lay down in Taehyungâs lap and eventually fall asleep.
Taehyung looks down at you and feels himself falling more and more in love. Just watching you sleep, he feels himself growing with affection for you. But itâs on his mind. What his parents said to him before you two left.
âShe isnât ready TaehyungâŚâ His mom states plainly, âShe will need a lot of time.â
âShe does seem like a very good girl.â His dad adds in, âBut we can tell how overwhelmed she is.â
Taehyung feels his entire face flush as he tries to gather his words.
âWe are going to take it slow.â Taehyung says, âReally slow.â
âDonât push her too much. We know how badly you want to be with her but it seems like she has some things to figure out before she can commit to you. Just remember that.â
Taehyung huffs out as he recalls their words because theyâre right and he knows they are right. You arenât ready and thatâs just the truth. But he canât give up. But he also canât pressure you. Where is the balance? What is the balance?
He knows you are probably feeling very pressured right now, even just being in Korea. Did he make a mistake? No, he canât think that way. He knows everything will turn out the way itâs supposed to.
Taehyung watches you sleep more than he watches the movie. He just wants you to be happy, to be comfortable. He lifts you off his body so he can lay down too, spooning you on the sofa. He decides to sleep with you tonight.
~~~~~
Itâs Tuesday. Taehyung takes you around Seoul, you visit popular sites, eat good food, even do some shopping. Itâs the evening now and you two are at some nice restaurant, you even have your own little room.
âIs this not a date?â You playfully ask. âBecause it sure feels like one.â
Taehyung takes a moment to think before he is pouting, his bottom lip jut out so far you want to kiss it.
âIt is.â He finally says, âBut itâs not the first official first date like how Friday will be.â
âJeez,â You sigh out, a small laugh leaving your lips. âHow many unofficial first dates will we have?â
âA million, if we have to.â He teases, reaching over the table for a side dish. âDo you kiss on the first date, y/n?â he suddenly asks, making you blush.
âWith you? I just might.â You respond back. âDo you?â
âWith you? I definitely will.â He says cooly, âJust an innocent kiss though.â He looks up at you and smirks.
âOh? Sweet and pure? Like what your parents thinkââ
âIt was sweet and pure!â Taehyung whines, âThe sweetest, purest kiss of my life.â
âOh?â You raise a brow at him. âWhat the hell other kind of kisses you been having?â
âNothing like yours baby.â He winks at you.
You playfully scoff at him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
âYou like kissing me?â Your eyes find his again, âTell me.â
âI love kissing you. One of my favorite activities.â
âWhat are your other favorite activities?â you lick your lips, his eyes fall down to them.
âThey all include you but I donât think thatâs appropriate dinner conversation.â
âAt least tell me one. Or maybe I can guess?â You scoot to his side of the table, your body getting closer and closer to his.
âYou can guess.â He gulps as your hand lands on his thigh. âGuess.â
âI think you like whenâŚâ your hand slide up and down his upper thigh. âWhen I touch you.â
âYou guess right.â Taehyung stares straight ahead as your hand travels up his thigh higher and higher.
âMy hand is one thing, but I bet you like my lips the most?â You lean up and kiss the side of his neck.
âY/nâŚâ Taehyung says breathlessly. âNot here.â
âWhy not?â you continue to kiss his neck, making Taehyung grow weaker with every kiss.
âI donât deserve to be touched by you.â Taehyung whispers.
âBabyâŚâ You kiss his neck again, âI forgive you.â You say in his ear. Taehyung slowly closes his eyes and starts to shake his head.
âYou donât. You can be upset with me however long it takes.â He says quietly but you arenât having it. You lean back and grip his arm, urging him to look at you.
âTaeâŚI said I forgive you. YouâŚI thought a lot about it and yeah, it doesnât make me happy but also we werenât in a place that I can actually be upset over it. Iâm trying my hardest to be understanding. And I think in the end, itâs no oneâs fault that you did what you did. And you said it means nothing to youââ
âNothing! It really didnât mean anythingâŚâ Taehyung cuts you off, his expression is troubled. He looks at you with wide, panicked eyes. ây/nâŚI really wish I could take it back. I regretted it so much.â His eyes begin to bubble over. âThat night especiallyâŚI wasnât myself, I was in a dark place, I missed you so much, Iââ
âItâs okay, itâs okay.â Your hand reaches up to rub his shoulder. âI know, baby.â You continue to rub his shoulder as soothingly as possible, getting him to calm down.
âYou really forgive me?â he asks, his voice small.
âYes Tae.â You lean into him, wrapping an arm around his waist. âI might still be a little bitter about it but I will try my best not to be. But overall, I forgive you. I know you regret it. I know the one you love is meâŚâ
âYes!â Taehyung basically shouts, âYouâre the only one I love, I promise you.â
âI believe you.â You say, hugging him close. âThis can be one thing we cross off our problems list.â You laugh. âI donât want this to be a problem anymore.â
âReally baby?â He slips his arm over your shoulder, hugging you back.
âYou deserve to be touched by me, Tae. Me and me only though.â You canât help but chuckle.
âWhen we get home,â he breathes out, âI will let you touch me.â
âOkay.â You lean your head on his shoulder. âI canât wait.â
~
âFuck.â Taehyung groans. His hands go to your hair, he pulls at it making you moan all around his dick.
âYou are art.â He grits out. Your tongue swirls over his tip before you take his cock further and further in your mouth. You have drool escaping the corner of your lips, your eyes are fogged up with lust and your cheeks are painted a lovely shade of pink. You truly do look like art.
âTake your time baby.â Taehyung moans, âWe have all night.â You slowly lick up his length, getting it nice and wet. He moans for you, the low guttural sounds going straight to your pussy. Youâve missed this, missed him, missed his cock. Having him squirming beneath you feels so good as you make him feel amazing.
âI love your mouthâŚfeels so good.â He watches as you bob your head up and down rather slowly. You suck his cock so well it makes him dizzy.
âYou know how to make me feel good.â He finally closes his eyes as he just focuses on the feeling you give him. He focuses on your hands on his member, on his balls, he focuses on your tongue and how it licks him over and over. He focuses on your sounds, how you choke on his cock, how you moan for him.
Taehyung hates how close he is. But he hasnât felt this amazing in months and months. He wishes he could have your lips wrapped around his cock for hours and hours, but he is losing control. He starts thrusting his hips upwards, desperate for more.
âCan I come down your throat? Will you swallow for me?â He pants.
You only moan around his length, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He feels himself go tense as he shoots his cum down your throat. You continue to fondle his balls, and suck on his tip as he finishes.
Taehyung whines out, throwing his head back as he comes down from his high. You swallow all his cum like you agreed to, the flavor lingering in your mouth. Tastes like him, tastes so good.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â Taehyung moans, âHow are you this good?â
âLetâs just say I was made for you.â You crawl up his body, Taehyung pulls you up by the arms and lays you down on his chest.
âYou are, you definitely are.â He whispers, kissing the top of your head. âNo one has ever made me feel like the way you do.â
âNo one?â
âJust you my love.â
Explosions. Like, maybe something like fireworks go off in your chest. His new pet name for you makes you feel warm as fuck, and giddy too.
âIâm your love?â You try to pull your lips down, hiding this obvious smile.
âOf course, you are. Love of my life.â He states in a whisper. âI canât see myself with anyone but you.â
âThe feeling is mutual.â You respond sweetly. âThe feeling is mutual.â
~~~~~
Itâs Wednesday. You and Taehyung are just relaxing in his apartment todayâŚyou two plan on ordering take out for dinner and watching shows, playing games and just enjoying one anotherâs company.
âThis feels a lot like one of our days on the island.â You say, leaning your head against Taehyungâs shoulder.
âYeah, it does.â
For the first time, things feel like they never changed. You feel at home with Taehyung, you feel like everything is right, everything is perfect.
âEven being here on this sofa reminds meâŚâ
The slow drag of Taehyungâs cock is enough for your vision to become blurry, almost like you are drunk. The couch isnât the most comfortable place to have sex but you both were so fucking needy for the otherâŚyou donât even care about being watched. Not even for a moment as intimate as this.
Taehyung brings his hands to either side of you and starts rolling his hips into you deeper and deeper, your eyes roll so far back into your head that all you can see is the whites. His cock reaches places you didnât even know about, you never knew cock alone would make you feel this fucking good.
Dreamy. Thatâs you would describe this moment. His length brushes against you in ways that make âseeing starsâ like a childâs phrase. Youâre beyond seeing stars, you are seeing whole galaxies. The universe is in your eyes with the way he makes you feel.
Taehyungâs chest falls to your chest, his lips on your lips as he continues to grind his hips into yours in the most slow, sensual fucking of your life. Can this even be called fucking? This might be called making love.
You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of your steamy thoughts. Your whole face is red as you push back that memory. Taehyung knows though. He sees right through you.
âYouâre thinking about the slow fuck, arenât you?â He winks down at you. âWhen I fuck you again, itâll be like that. But even better.â
âWhen?â
âWhen I just canât take it.â He admits, âI have very little control left though.â
âI know it will be amazing.â You sigh out, âI canât wait to feel that close with you again.â You murmur shyly, âWhenever youâre ready.â
âThe more I look at you, the more I feel ready.â He says softly, making your heart skip a few beats.
~~~~
Thursday. You had a few days to gather courage but today you are feeling anxious all over again. You have already thrown up twice.
âBaby we can cancel.â
Today you are meeting Taehyungâs friends. Tonight, technically. But itâs only an hour before your meeting time and you are so overly anxious that you are physically sick.
âNo, no.â You wave him off, âIâm just being a baby.â
âTheyâre the ones who said I should bring you back to Korea. No one is going to be mean to you, no one is going to make you feel unwelcomeâŚwellâŚno, no itâll be fine.â Taehyung rubs your back.
âI know, I know.â
You were once not like this. But after everything that happened with your ex, with your old job and so on, you have become a nervous person. You know this is something you have to work throughâŚ
âBut if itâs too much, we can cancel.â Taehyung offers again, you just shake your head and smile. Heâs so loving, so supportive. What did you do to deserve someone as amazing as him? âNo, I need to finish getting ready though.â You rise from the couch, âWill you help me pick something to wear?â
âYou packed that green, flowy dress right?â Taehyung grins, âI love that dress on you. Wear that.â
âI was going to wear that tomorrowâŚfor our dateâŚâ
âWhat about that new dress you bought on Tuesday? The red one?â
âOh thatâll be a better date dress. Hm, okay. Green one tonight then.â
You walk into Taehyungâs bedroom, and take out the green dress. You slip it on over your body and examine yourself in the mirror, you look nice, you will admit.
âBeautiful.â Taehyung comes up behind you, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. âSo beautiful.â He then kisses the side of your neck, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. âI canât wait to show you off tonight.â
His hands begin massaging your hips, you slowly close your eyes from how good it feels. You grind yourself into Taehyungâs crotch and he immediately groans out.
âWe have to leave soon.â Taehyung warns. âDonât make me get you off.â
âWhy canât we both get off?â You whine, âJust fuck me already.â You continue throwing your ass back into his crotch.
âI think soon but not right now.â He smiles. His hands continue to massage you, he rolls your hips with the guidance of his hands. âAre you almost ready?â
âHm. Yes.â You open your eyes and make contact with him in the mirror, âIâm really nervous, to be honest.â
âWhat can I do or say to make you feel comfortable?â Taehyung hugs you close.
âI donât knowâŚâ
âIâll try anyway.â He laughs, shoving his face in the crook of your neck. âYou are amazing, you are funny, youâre fun to be around, youâre adorable, youâre sexy, my friends are going to love you! They are all so excited, I promise.â
âOkay, okay.â You giggle. âIâll just have to believe you.â
âThatâs all I ask.â
You both stare at one another in the mirror for a while, you feel like every moment that passes with his eyes on yours you are falling in love all over again. The time on the island counts but this is real life, this is reality. You have to learn to live with the fact that the island was just one part of your relationship. That this new phase is something worth working on.
âI love you Taehyung.â
Taehyung blinks at you in the reflection, he looks genuinely surprised by your words. He turns you around in his grasp, your face now facing him, just inches away.
âTell me again.â He says softly. âTell me you love me again.â
âI love you.â You repeat in a daze, your mind starting to fog up with affection for Taehyung.
âHow much do you love me?â
âEnough that I will do anything if it means we will be happy together.â
âI love you too.â Taehyung whispers, pulling you closer to him. He tilts his head to the side as he leans into your space. His words hit your lips softly and you feel yourself melting, melting so much that Taehyung has to basically hold you up.
âHow much do you love me?â You ask, a slight teasing tone. Your eyes half lidded as you stare up at him.
âEnough that I canât wait until our first date.â
âCanât wait for whââ
Suddenly, Taehyungâs lips crash into your lips. He kisses you long and deep. His lips staying on yours for a life time, you feel your knees give out on you. Taehyung holds your body up as you finally start to kiss him back. Your lips move against his slowly, tenderly, with so much feeling, so much passion.
Your arms wrap around his neck as you push yourself closer to him, your chest coming flush against his. He starts to move his lips against yours a little harder now, a little more desperately, a little more with fire. Taehyung surprises you with the long, dragged out moan that leaves him as he kisses you. Like, this is the first time he has ever kissed you. Like, he has been waiting a life time to kiss you.
His lips part for you and you take the hint to slide your tongue between his lips, finding his tongue tangling with yours immediately. His hands explore your body frantically, they grip you in every place you could want him. Your lips, your tongue, everything tastes so sweet. He can die a happy man after finally kissing you.
You arenât sure how much time has passed but Taehyungâs ringing phone indicates that maybe you two are late. Taehyung pulls away from you, his erratic breathing hard to calm. He reaches for his phone and answers it.
âHello? Uh huhâŚokayâŚ.sorry, sorry. We will be there in a bit.â
You smooth down your hair in the mirror and fix your make up a little bit, then you turn around to face Taehyung again.
âWho was that?â you ask.
âIt was Jimin, him and Namjoon are already there. We should get going.â He pulls you in and places a quick peck to your lips. âYou ready?â
âYes. How do I look?â
~~~~
âGorgeous! You look so gorgeous!â Jimin gushes, he holds you at armâs length and you look at Taehyung with confused eyes.
âUmm, thank you. You lookâŚgorgeous too.â You admit shylyâŚwell, he does. You didnât think Jimin would be this beautiful!
âOh my god, me? Thank you!â Jimin goes in to hug you again, âI thought you were so pretty but pictures do not do you justice girl.â
âOh my godâŚthank youâŚâ You laugh, âI knew I looked bad in some of those pics.â You joke.
âWait thatâs not what I meant!â Jimin canât help but poutâŚâI meantââ
âOkay, okay,â Namjoon steps between you two, âIâm Namjoon, by the way. Iâm not sure Jimin here was ever going to give me the opportunity to introduce myself.â He chuckles. You shake his hand and he grins at you.
âItâs so nice to meet yââ
ây/n!â You hear your name being called but you donât recognize the voice, you glance over your shoulder to see two new bodies walking towards you.
âHiââ But before you can continue talking you are being engulfed in a hug by one of the men.
âIâm Hobi!â he laughs into your shoulder, âIâm so happy to meet you!â
âOooh.â You nod your head in understanding, you glance at the other man who just give you a small wave of the hand.
âIâm Yoongi.â He says with a smile. âWe are uh, your new friends.â He looks down at the floor, his gummy smile not going unnoticed by you.
âHi, nice to meet you both.â You feel yourself smiling, you feel your heart glowing. Everyone is being so nice, itâs refreshing.
âOkay, stop hugging her HobiâŚâ Taehyung deadpans. âWhereâs Jin and Jungkook?â
âThey were right behind usâŚâ Yoongi comments, âThey probably got caught up talking to someone on the way in.â
âWell, you know Jungkook. Probably a girl.â Jimin teases, âSo should we grab a table?â
You all search for two tables and put them together, so you all have a place to sit. Itâs around 9pm. So the bar is starting to get crowded, but it feels fun.
âWhat are you drinking baby?â Taehyung leans into you, âWant a mixed drink?â
âYeah, surprise me.â You nod, âSomething strong though.â You wink up at Taehyung and he grins down at you.
âOkay.â He leans in and finds your lips. You kiss him back quickly, feeling slightly embarrassed.
âYou guys are so cute.â Jimin practically drools, âThis is the first time we are seeing Taehyungie happy again.â
Guilt. But youâre trying, you are desperately trying to move past that feeling.
âItâs the first time since the island that I am this happy too.â You admit to Jimin. He leans into your space and smiles at you.
âYouâre going to make Taehyung so happy, arenât you?â
âIâll try my best.â You giggle.
Taehyung comes back with two drinks, he hands one to you and you immediately gulp it back.
âWell, hello there friends.â A new voice. You look up to see who you assume is Jin and Jungkook.
âI am Jin, your new best friend.â He shakes your hand and you laugh. âThis is JungkookâŚâ he gestures towards the other boy. Jin looks very happy to see you whileâŚ.Jungkook does not, to put it simply.
âHi Jungkook.â You wave at him and he only narrows his eyes at you, scoffs and looks away.
âOh?â You raise a browâŚfinally, someone who is treating you the way you feel you deserve. Somehow this amuses you.
âJungkook doesnât want to be my new best friend?â You tease. You glance at Taehyung who looks tense but he immediately relaxes when he notices you taking this âŚrather well.
âWhy?â Jungkook spits out, âSo you can ghost me for 6 months?â
Ouch. But a well-deserved sting.
âOkay,â Taehyung stands to his feet and takes Jungkook by the arm and drags him off to the side so they can talk.
You watch, still amused. You donât feel hurt by thisâŚJungkook is just being a good friend. Not that the others arenât good friends but to be honest you expected this from at least one of them.
âIf he doesnât behave, just report to me and Iâll scold him.â Jin says playfully, âAnd if Taehyung does anything weird, you let me know and I will set him straight too.â
âI donât like scolding TaehyungieâŚâ Yoongi begins, âBut Iâll do it.â
âDonât count on me, everything Taehyung does is perfect in my eyes.â Jimin laughs, âIâm joking, Iâm jokingââ
âWe arenât so sure you are.â Namjoon cuts in. âBut really y/nâŚthis is the most we have seen Taehyung smile. Itâs thanks to you.â
âItâs also my fault heâŚ.â Your eyes go to Taehyung who is still scolding Jungkook. âHeââ
âItâs no ones fault!â Jimin claps his hands together. âEverything happened the way it did and now we can all move forward. Especially you y/n.â Jimin gives you a sweet smile, âGuilt is an ugly feeling. I would hate for you to be eaten alive by it when you donât have to be.â
You feel your eyes sting with tearsâŚyou didnât realize you needed an almost stranger tell you something like thatâŚheâs a new friend right? You can call him a friend?
âJiminâŚâ You sniffle and he starts laughing loudly.
âOh! Donât get sad!â He leans in to hug you. âLetâs only make happy memories, okay?â
âThe happiest.â Jin chimes in, âWeâre all your friends nowâŚand Jungkook will give in eventually.â
âDonât worry too much about JungkookâŚâ Yoongi smiles, âHeâs sort of the brat around here. Youâll get used to it.â
At this you laugh, you have heard stories. He is the youngest, after all.
âIâm not too concerned.â You admit under a few soft breaths, âIt kind of feels goodâŚgetting what I deserve.â
âWhat are you? A Masochist?â Jimin frowns, âYou deserve to be happy.â
âAnd I amâŚor, I will be. Iâm getting there.â
âOkay, we are back!â Taehyung announces his and Jungkookâs presence. âAnd we are happy to be here, arenât we Jungkook?â He says with his hand on the back of Jungkookâs neck.
âTotally.â Jungkook rolls his eyes. âSuper happy to be here. Hi y/n.â he mutters underneath his breath. Itâs cute actually.
âHi Jungkook.â You giggle. âWant to take a shot with me?â you offer, standing up. Jungkook pinches his brows together then points to himself.
âWith me?â he asks, clearly shocked.
âYes, you.â You nod your head in the direction of the bar, âComing?â
Taehyung looks over at you, also confused. But you just give him a smile that lets him know itâs okay.
âSureâŚâ Jungkook shrugs Taehyung off him, âIf youâre buying.â
âWhat a brat.â Jimin laughs. âYou should be buying her the drink, not the other way around.â
âNo, no. I offered, Iâll buy.â You wink. You start walking towards the bar and Jungkook follows behind you.
You both walk up to the bar and you ask him to order for you, which he does. You both get handed two shots of some liquor and you raise your glass to clink it with his.
He eyes you curiously, wondering what your aim is here.
âWere you ever going to talk to him?â Jungkook finally says something.
âTaehyung believes I was going toâŚso yes. If he believes it then so do I.â you take your shot and Jungkook follows.
âI donât like you.â Jungkook states plainly, âYou made Taehyung really sadâŚâ
âI know. I donât think I like myself much either right now. But Jimin made me feel a little betterâŚâ
âJimin will do that.â Jungkook sighs out. âBut I still donât like you.â
âYouâre very cute Jungkook.â You reach up and ruffle his hair, you laugh out loud when you notice how red he has become. âYouâre a good friend.â
âI-I-IâŚâ He stutters out, feeling his blush hit him hard. âWhatever.â He looks off to the side. âAre you ready to go back or what?â he grumbles shyly.
You nod your head and you both walk back to your tables, Taehyung gives you a look of concern before you are smiling at him. A real life smile. And he relaxes.
âHey baby.â He says, pulling out your chair for you to sit. âYou didnât grab another drink while you are up?â he asks, âIâll go.â He stands, placing a kiss on your cheek and you nod gratefully.
âSo what are we talking about?â You glance around the boys, âAnything interesting?â
ây/n! This is perfect, we can get a girls perspective.â Hobi smiles at you, âYoongi has this girl he likes, right?â At this Yoongi groans, throwing his head back in annoyance. âBut he wonât ask her out!â
âAnd how can I help?â You laugh.
âWell,â Jimin joins in, âWe donât know how this girl feels. So listen, listen.â Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder as he speaks, âShe kissed him one time but hasnât initiated anything since!â
âOhâŚâ you give Yoongi a look of pity and he starts laughing.
âI knew it.â Yoongi slaps his knee, âShe isnât into me guys.â
âDidnât I say that?â Jin asks and Namjoon swats his arm. âWhat? Itâs true. She is kissing on random guys all the time, I think you just happened to be one of them.â
âNo!â Hobi cuts in, âListen to this though! She asked for him last weekend, wondering where he was atâŚlike, she missed his attention or whatever.â
âHis attention or him?â you ask with a pointed look.
âExactly.â Namjoon says, âWe have to be sure if its him she wants and not his lips.â He starts making kissy faces and you all start laughing.
âWell, if she out tonight?â you ask, âMaybe I need to watch your interactions with her to be sure.â
âWow, you can be a wing woman.â Hobi says with stars in his eyes.
âOh my god yes a wing woman.â Jimin says with stars in his eyes as well.
âIâm not saying I will be much help!â You giggle, but the boys wave you off, still excited about having a wing woman.
âYouâll really help y/n?â Yoongi asks quietly. âYou donât have to.â
âOf course Iâll helpâŚwell, to the best of my abilities.â
âWhat did I miss?â Taehyung comes to the table, setting your drinks down. He takes a seat next to you.
ây/n is apparently all of our wing woman now.â Jungkook says nonchalantly.
âPsshh, like you need a wing woman.â Jimin teases, âYou get girls just by being in the same room as them.â
âStop trying to make my girlfriend do work when she just got here.â Taehyung pouts, âDonât overwhelm her.â
âNo, itâs nice.â You admit with a blush. âFeels like I have friends.â You say as quietly as possible to where only Taehyung can catch what you are saying. âWe are your friends.â You hear Jimin whisper to you as he leans into your space. âDonât ever doubt that.â Oh. You guess with Jimin next to you he was bound to hear.
âThanks JiminâŚâ
Hours and hours pass, drinks are going down like crazy. Everyone is having so much fun it is ridiculous. You havenât laughed this much probably ever in your life!
You feel yourself growing closer and closer with the boys, especially now that you are all drunk.
âOh my god, I fucking love you!â Jimin laughs with his whole body, he practically falls out of his chair. âYou told him his painting of you looked like a frog!â he snorts.
âSomeone had to be honest about his human portraits, I suppose.â Namjoon laughs as well. âBut a frog? Youâre savage.â
âI thought his painting of the 7 of us was reallyâŚ.special.â Yoongi adds, âBut I wouldnât say we looked like frogs.â
âOh, he made me look like a god damn frog.â You giggle. âI told him to burn it.â
âAnd did he?â Hobi asks.
âNo, we kept it for the memoriesâŚâ Then your face lights up. âBy the way TaeâŚâ
âHm?â Taehyung smiles for you, âWhat is it?â
âDo you have the painting? They left us with a box of stuff right? Things from the island but I didnât have the painting,â
âYeah, I have it.â He nibbles on his bottom lip, âMaybe one day when we live together we can put it upâŚand then one you did of me as well.â He slurs.
âOne day.â You grin.
âOh my god, y/n.â Jimin whines, âYou have to move here!â
The rest of the boys start clapping and agreeing, nodding their heads along.
âWouldnât that be a culture shock?â Jungkook speaks up, âShe doesnât even speak Korean.â
âYeah, it would be.â You admit shyly. âBut thereâs time to think about all of that.â
Taehyung reaches for your hand and squeezes it.
âYeah.â He agrees.
Jimin slumps his shoulders but smiles for you both anyway. Hobi stands up and offers his hand to you, you look at him quizzically.
âWant to dance?â He asks, âAll of us of course, but youâre the lady. So I asked formerly. I donât know Iâm drunk.â
You canât help but chuckle.
âYes, letâs all dance!â
You all head to the dance floor, the music is loud and drowning out any and all worries you had about tonight.
âHaving fun?â Taehyung brings you in, your back against his chest as he whispers in your ear.
âTime of my life.â You slur out honestly. âI canât thank you enough forâŚâ
âFor what baby?â
âFor showing me your world.â
âIt can be our worldâŚâ He places a kiss on your neck. âOne day.â
âI want any world as long as you are in it.â You say breathlessly. âI like your friends a lot.â You tell him and he grins into your neck.
âTheyâre the best and they will treat you right.â He breathes you in, âI trust them with my life, theyâre like brothers.â
âI can tell. Theyâre a good group of dudes.â
âI can tell they like you too.â He sighs into your hair, âBut I like you the most.â
You grind your ass into his crotch in beat with the music, his hands travel all over the front of your body. You two dance like this for a while when a feminine voice cuts through the sound of the music. You and Taehyung both snap your heads in the direction of the voice when you see a girl standing here, her hands on her hips and a look of disappointment on her face.
âTaehyung?â She says, his name sounds wrong on her tongue. This can only be who you think it is.
âOh hey.â Taehyung awkwardly smiles, âWhatâs up?â
âWhoâs this?â she asks, looking in your direction but she doesnât look at you directly.
You donât want to feel intimidated but itâs her. Itâs Hana. She is even prettier in person. Sheâs got two friends with her, but they are talking to the boys.
âThis isââ
âIâm y/n.â you say as confidently as possible.
âMy girlfriend.â Taehyung says, he reaches for your hand and squeezes it. ây/n this is Hana.â
âOh, nice to meet you.â You smile, and she scoffs. Fucking scoffs.
ââŚâŚâŚ..â she says in Taehyungâs direction but you have no idea what she said since it was in Korean.
You stand here awkwardly, swaying from side to side as Taehyung talks to herâŚyou wish you knew what they were saying. But youâre almost too drunk to care.
âExcuse us!â you smile, with Taehyungâs hand in yours you drag him to the bar leaving Hana behind.
ây/n.â Taehyung sighs out, âShe was justââ
âHuh? Itâs fine, Tae. I just wanted a drink and to be spending less time with her and more time with you.â
Taehyung canât help the smirk that his lips curve into. He grabs you by the hips, pulls you in for a hug then leans away to look at you.
âYouâre so fucking sexy.â He says before leaning in to kiss you. His tongue prodding its way into your mouth, you moan out loud and swirl your tongue with his. Your kisses are rushed, sloppy and messy. And drunken as fuck.
âYou guys are so hot.â Jimin whines as he walk up to you two, ordering his own drink.
You pull away from Taehyung and start laughing.
âGet two more of what you just got.â Taehyung smiles, âOn me.â
âOh hell yeah.â Jimin cheers. Then he is ordering two more drinks as Taehyung slides his card over the bar top.
âI saw you guys talking to HanaâŚâ Jimin whispers to you, âHow was that?â
âDonât care.â You shrug, âShe didnât look very happy to see me though.â
âShe was hopefulâŚâ Jimin admits, âThat she could get Taehyung to fall in love with her. She had been trying for a long timeâŚthen he disappears for 8 months and is in love with someone else. She tried to be understanding but it was still hard on her.â
âBut it doesnât matter,â Taehyung butts in with the drinks, âBecause I told her youâre my girlfriend and the one I love soâŚâ
âI know, Tae.â You smile, âI may not understand Korean but I got that much.â You laugh.
Jimin joins you in your giggles as he chugs the entire drink in one go.
ây/n!!â Yoongi stumbles over, âSheâs here! Sheâs here! I need you my wing woman!â
Your eyes crinkle from how hard you are cheesing. You lean up to kiss Taehyung on the lips before walking towards Yoongi and following him to wherever heâs hanging out.
Itâs a perfect night so far.
~
âHold my hand.â Taehyung slurs with a pout on his lips. âWant to feel you, want to touch you, want to fuââ
âWant to what now?â You laugh into your palm, as you reach for Taehyungâs hand. He holds you close to him as you two walk back to his apartment, his body swaying into yours and yours into his.
âFuckâŚI want to fuck you.â He whispers in your ear before he bursts out laughing for no drunken reason.
âIâd let you baby. But sober you would be mad at drunk you.â You slur out yourself, âI know how important waiting is for you.â
âYou donât get itâŚI donât want to wait anymore.â
âYouâre just drunk.â
âI am drunk but babe, Iâm serious.â He tries to give you a straight face. âI feel overwhelmed with love for you.â
You feel your heart doing flips in your chest, you feel butterflies in your stomach and you feel your head going dizzy with affection.
âReally?â
âIt went really well tonight.â Taehyung says, âSo well that I have decided you are definitely my perfect match and that company did me the biggest favor because how else would I have met you?â
Usually the mention of the company would make you sad or anxious but somehow you feel grateful too.
âTaeâŚâ you squeeze his hand, âMy soulmate.â You bump your shoulder into his side.
âWe are fucking soulmates.â He says, then he yells it out for the whole street to hear then heâs laughing deeply.
âFucking soulmates.â He repeats just loud enough for only you to hear.
You two finally get to his apartment, you stumble in and plop yourselves down on the couch. Taehyung pulls you into his lap and starts kissing your neck, your collarbone, you shoulder. His lips devouring every free piece of skin he can find.
âTaehyungâŚâ you moan, âLetâs wait until we are sober.â You breathe out roughly.
Taehyung continues kissing your skin and hums an âokayâ. He lifts himself off you and gazes into your eyes.
âI will stay awake until I sober up. Until you sober up. Then I am going to make love to you. I am going to fuck you with so much fucking love you will be coming all around my cock time after time. You ready for that baby? You ready to have my cock coming inside you?â
You canât help but gulp as you blink at him, then you are slowly nodding your head.
âThen letâs drink some water and make out until this room is no longer spinning. We arenât sleeping tonight.â Taehyung warns in a deep, deep voice.
âWeâre really staying awake until we sober up?â you laugh. âArenât you afraid we will fall asleep?â
âBaby, knowing that I get to fuck you in a few hours is all the motivation I need to stay awake. I believe you are the same. I know you are desperate for my cock. Desperate for me.â
And you are, you fucking are.
#bts#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#bts fanfic#kim taehyung#taehyung x reader#Taehyung smut#Taehyung angst#Taehyung fluff#the island chapter 10
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rosalie hale x fem!reader smut 18+
Warnings: nsfw, choking, degradation, fingering, face sitting, oral (female receiving), possessiveness, mistress used, pet used as a petname, blindfolding, very light bondage, sub/dom dynamic??, praise and a tiny bit of exhibition??
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i had been dating the elusive rosalie hale for a while, she had been sweet, and caring and lovely, and just a wonderful person.
never would i have thought she'd be like this in bed.
we were hanging out at her house, and she watched emmett and i play mario kart, while i sat in her lap. i wore a loose vest and a matching pair of shorts, like i usually would when i was sleeping at the cullens.
"dammit emmett!" i screamed, for what felt like the 100th time that night.
he laughed loudly, "can't help that i'm better than you!"
i scowled at him, "rematch!"
he shrugged, "you're the one losing."
rosalie rubbed your shoulders gently, while jasper laughed at our antics, "c'mon, sweetheart, you can do it. even if you don't, remember he has supernatural reflexes."
i turned round to peck her lips, "oh, i'll win babe, just you wait."
ding
ding
ding!
the dings signalled the beginning of the race, and we immediately started mashing buttons. i focused on nothing but the screen, wiggling in rose's lap as if i were in the kart, but she didn't mind, all she'd do it laugh.
"...c'mon!" i shouted, about to finish the 3rd lap a fraction of a millimetre before emmett.
"yes!" i said, jumping up from rosalie's lap. "i beat you emmett! you, officially suck!" i turned to jasper, "i won! i bet i can beat you now, sucker!" i rambled, launching myself into his arms like i'd done many times before.
he was taken my surprise, so he hadn't had much time to consider his hand placement, and accidentally ended up resting them just above my ass.
i spun round and out of his arms, to face rosalie, "i won, babe!" she looked pissed. "i'm sorry, babe. what's u-" I began, but she cut me off, bitterly. "head up to our bedroom, sweetheart."
i almost ran upstairs, but not after hearing my vampire mate snarl at jasper and follow me.
she slammed the door behind her, and gently pushed me onto the bed, silently asking me if i knew, and was okay with what she was about to do. though stunned, i was more than okay with this happening this way.
she crawled above me and pinned me in. "you know you're mine? don't you?" she growled.
i heard booming laughter from jasper and emmett, and a quick 'ow' from them both shortly after it had begun, a slap had been delivered, presumably by alice.
i cleared my throat, "o-of course i do, love."
"then why," she started, trailing a finger down my jawline, "did you throw yourself at jasper?"
"i, well, i got giddy and hugged him when i won, i only have eyes for you, ro-"
"ah, ah, ah. that's not it, darling." she said seductively, "why did you let him touch you right-" she grabbed your ass, "-here?"
"it was higher than that, i swear rose!" i pleaded genuinely.
she looked deep into your eyes again, asking for permission. this wasn't a something you two hadn't spoken about yet. i smiled and nodded.
"hm... might show you who you belong to.. would you like that, pet?"
i blushed and became a stuttering mess, "i-" i was once again, interrupted by laughter.
"ow!" i heard emmett shout.
"we literally can't help it! we have supernatural hearing!" jasper.
"then leave." alice, bless her heart.
i heard the front door open and close.
"answer me, pet. you like that, don't you? being called pet."
"m-mhm."
she grinned and snaked her hand underneath my shirt and groped my boob and i bit my lip to keep quiet. "c'mon darling, i want to hear your pretty noises." rosalie said, helping me sit up.
"arms up." she muttered. i listened without delay, and she immediately pulled my top off and pushed me back down, "no bra, naughty girl." she tutted, hand creeping around my throat.
i moaned, involuntarily. rose grinned, "another thing you like? wow, i thought figuring you out would be harder. but no," she said trailing a hand up my front, "you're a dirty girl, aren't you?"
she pinched my rosy nipples, and i moaned slightly louder.
the blonde atop of me began massaging my breasts, kissing them, licking them, pinching them, you name it.
i pressed my legs together, and moaned more. i shrieked in shock and pleasure when she delivered a bite to my bud, rosalie only smirking at me, snaking a hand to my thighs, and using it to hold them apart, "patience, pet."
i whined at the lack of friction, but she continued her attack on my nipples, until i reached my breaking point, "rose! please, just- ugh!"
she stopped, and smiled innocently, "what darling?"
"you know, babe!"
she leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "in bed, you call me rose, or mistress. got it, pet?"
i groaned softly, and my face flushed red. "y-yes."
she licked below my ear and i shivered, "yes, what?"
"yes, mistress."
"now... what do i know?"
i turned my head away from her, "don't make me say it, rose."
she grinned, almost predatorily, "why ever not, darling?" she said sinfully.
"i'm in a house with your vampire family, i don't want them to hear."
"do it. i want them to know you're mine."
"i love you rose, but they're mated pairs, like us."
she beamed at me, with a glint in her eyes, tightening her grip on my throat a bit, not enough to hurt me though. "maybe i'll have to show you we're a mated pair then, pet."
she stripped slowly, exposing her matching red underwear set, then she took a dressing gown belt of a hook, and walked back to me with a sway in her hips.
"you're so beautiful, rosalie." i said, genuinely smiling at her.
she smiled softly, before returning to her dominatrix act.
"arms up, darling."
i obeyed without a second thought.
the red silk of the belt tied my hands to her white bedframe, a perfectly sinful contrast.
i tugged gently, and saw that i couldn't undo them. my breath caught in my throat, but i soon calmed down, knowing she wouldn't do anything to harm me in any way.
i saw her walk away again, this time returning with her black scarf.
"can you lift your head, please?"
"mhm," i said, smiling.
"i would never hurt you, y/n." she said, breaking out of her persona, and placing a tender kiss to my lips.
"i know."
the smooth material covered my eyes, blinding me, my face burned, again, and rosalie chuckled.
"your secrets keep unravelling, ma chĂŠre."
i felt her straddle my hips, and sturdy herself by pressing her hands on my chest.
a tear sounded through the room, my shorts. "rose! i liked those shorts!"
"i'll buy you new ones."
a finger traced her inner thigh, and her index and middle finger pressed against her panties, "so wet. all for me?"
i gulped, "y-yes, mistress."
she moaned at the name, and lightly ground her hips into my abdomen.
another tear filled the room, my panties. "you're lucky i don't like that set too much." i grumbled.
her hand came back up to my throat. "and you're lucky i don't punish you for that." rose slid off her stomach, and kneeled in between my legs.
"head up." i lifted my head, to which she pulled the scarf off.
"keep your eyes open."
she dragged her index and middle finger through me heat, all while maintaining eye contact, and gently sucked on her fingers. "so sweet... and wet." she grinned.
rosalie put the scarf back on me, putting me in darkness again.
her cold breath fanned my mound and she blew on my clit. i moaned an ground myself into the mattress.
"such a whore... all for me." i moaned again at her use of whore.
"rose..."
"what's a good girl like you enjoying being called a whore?" she asked innocently, probably grinning.
her cool tongue gingerly touched my slit, liking a stripe from the bottom of it right to the top, flattening her tongue over the clit.
"oh my... rose." i whimpered, moaning louder.
though she had no experience with girls, she ate me out expertly.
her tongue flicked over clit again, and made her way down to my entrance, slipping the tip of her tongue in, before pulling it out as fast as it went in.
i became a moaning mess, as she started to rapidly flick her tongue over my clit. my hands begged to lodge themselves into her hair.
"rose-" i cut myself off with a moan, "i-i'm gonna cum."
"hold it." she said, barely stopping her actions.
her movements became faster.
"mistress- i can't hold it for m-much longer!"
her hand reached up and pinched my nipple, before whispering, "cum for me, pet."
i released, and rose kept going through it.
"like honey." she said. kissing you with her lips covered in my juices.
"thankyou, rose."
"oh, you don't think i've finished have you? i told you i'd show you who you belong to, did i not?"
i nodded shyly, probably blushing.
"words please, darling."
"y-you did."
"you did, what?"
"you did... mistress."
"good girl." i whimpered at the praise, and she kissed me again.
"precious girl. praise kink, you have no idea how cute that is."
suddenly, she inched a finger into my heat, pulling moans out of me already.
"only one finger. guess the first orgasm made you very sensitive, hm?"
"m-mhm."
her finger curled, just as she introduced a second one. "oh my god, rose, it feels so good." you whispered, knowing full well she could hear you.
she pulled them out, and thrust them back in, repeating the action several times, forcing needy moans out of me. "aw, you're so needy it's cute."
"i'll let you cum, but if you don't do it in, hm... 10 seconds, i'll leave you for the night, deal?"
"deal, rose."
her lips wrapped around my swollen clit, and her fingers moved faster into a heavenly spot i didn't know i had.
her fingers tapped on my thigh every second and in between the fifth and the sixth, i released onto her face and i felt her grin into my heat. she gave my clit a final kiss, and pulled off the scarf.
her eyes were warm as she straddled my abdomen, smiling.
"you did so well, darling."
i pouted, "you didn't get to cum, rose."
she tutted, "i wanted you to feel good, honey."
"but i want you to feel good, rosie."
"well then, what would you like me to do?"
i frowned, "don't make me say it, rose."
she tapped my nose and crossed her arms over her chest, "then i guess i won't be doing anything."
i sighed melodramatically, "...sit on my face." i mumbled.
"pardon, pet?"
i went scarlet, "s-sit on my face, please." i said clearly.
"as you wish, darling." she said, mounting my chin, and gasping when my tongue darted up to meet her wet clit. breathe through your nose, i thought to myself.
i flicked my tongue against her cool clit, her body reacting by thrusting into my mouth. i tried flicking faster, and she grabbed the headboard, using it to help her grind into my face rhythmically. "such a g-good girl." she said, before the room descended into her moans.
"darling, i'm going to cum." when she said this, i laid my tongue flat onto her clit, and dragged it down her slit, until she released into my mouth.
she dismounted, and i smiled at her, "did i do good?"
"perfectly." rose said, while untying my wrists, throwing the ribbon elsewhere. "i'll be back in a moment, don't move."
thinking of your moment gave you butterflies, and true to her word, she returned with a soft wash-cloth, a pile of clothes in her hand and a dressing gown on her. she started of by wiping my face, and she then gently wiped my heat, trying not to over-stimulate me.
"get these on, and we'll get you a snack and a drink and afterwards i'll run you a nice bath, okay?"
"okay, i love you babe." i said, pulling on her slightly larger t-shirt on and a pair of my shorts.
she opened her bedroom door for me, "i love you too." she said, while wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me downstairs.
she lead you into the kitchen, where she gave you unneeded help onto a stool, and scuttled around for food.
alice, edward, carlisle and esme walked in slyly, emmett and jasper joining from outside.
"chocolate sound good, honey?" rose shouted from a cupboard.
"yes please!" you said, blushing from the cullens' collective smirk.
emmett and jasper hopped onto the stools either side of you, smirking, "so-"
"emmett, don't." edward warned, and alice gave jasper a smack round the head.
"whatever your thinking, don't."
esme and carlisle gave your shoulder a squeeze, adding more rouge to your blush.
rosalie handed you your favourite chocolate bar, and gave you a quick peck.
esme smiled at you, "camomile tea, dear?"
"yes please, esme."
edward wretched, "rosalie control your thoughts." he said childishly.
i almost choked on my chocolate, "babe, you better not be doing what i think you're doing."
"i would never!" she said sarcastically, placing a hand to her heart, "after all, you're mine."
my head fell into my hands as the cullens' laughed, "shut up rose!"
"here's your tea, dear."
"thankyou."
"i love you, y/n."
"love you too, rosalie."
alice snickered, "more like mistress and pet."
"ALICE!" the couple shouted, simultaneously.
"I knew you would!" emmett shouted at alice, picking her up and spinning her.
"we win!" jasper gloated, while the parental figures and edward just laughed.
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hallelujah [jack kline]
prompts: ''please, don't stop'', ''I love it when you kiss my neck'', ''you want to have sex with me?''
summary: first time with jack
characters: Jack Kline, (mentioned) Dean Winchester, (mentioned) Sam Winchester, (mentioned) Castiel
warning: smut, fluff, first time awkwardness, tooth rotting reassurance fluff, literal filth
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The atmosphere was light and solacing, the subtle tenderness of his fingers soothed my restless arms, as they danced across my skin with such delicacy. His hands left tingles, igniting a fire that spread across me, shivers took their toll up and down my body.
I looked up to his angelic face, to be greeted with a toothy grin, as his eyes settled on my relaxed frame. If my heart did stutter as much as it did metaphorically, I'd be six feet under from the day I met him. I lay cradled between his legs, my head against his chest, as my body was positioned on it's side. Feeling the soft inhales and exhales coming from the soft boy below me had lulled me into such a confined sense of security, his warmth enveloping me as I revelled.
The remainder of TFW had business elsewhere, so this left me and my chosen soulmate in the confines of the Men of Letters abode. If soulmates were a thing, Jack and I could be labelled as a prime example. I mindlessly fiddled with the folds of his jacket as we found comfort on the sofa, his hand that was currently grazing my arm had moved up to repeat a stroking movement in my hair. I hummed as the sensation of him running his fingers through my hair was a well-found favourite feeling of mine.
Each time he accidentally tangled his fingers within strands of my hair, creating a soft tug, would create a fiery pit in my stomach.
''Y/n...I need to-'' He paused for a moment, ''-ask you something?'' he had ended his sentence as if it were a question to himself as well, unsure of his words. His words were communicated in a shaky manner and he was biting his lip, he only did that when he was nervous.
I sat myself up and he followed suit, I sensed the seriousness of the situation and reached forward to clasp his hands in mine.
''Are you okay? Is something wrong?'' I let my tone remain calm yet my head was spinning with questions.
''N-No, nothing's wrong, I just-'' He swallows hard, his eyes can't seem to reach mine, so I cup his cheek which is red and warm.
''Whatever it is, you know you can say anything to me, I'm the last person to ever hurt you.'' I turned his jaw, carefully and lightly, so his eyes were looking into mine.
''I was, uh...speaking to Dean last week and he was teaching me about...pornography?'' I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes widened a small amount.
''What did he say? I swear to Chuck if he said anything ba-''
''He said that, everything that went in in those...videos, were fake and that you should only repeat what they were doing with someone you love.'' My heart softened for the elder Winchester, who knew under that tough exterior that he knew the right things after all.
''Did he tell you what it was they were doing?'' I tilted my head as he continued to recite his conversation.
''I had read and learned about intercourse before but, saw no need for the knowledge. Until now.'' I dropped my jaw, no way, he doesn't mean- ''I would like to try it with you.'' He smiles wide and it makes my heart drum like a Metallica canticle.
''You want to have sex with me?'' I couldn't hide the awe and blush of the features of my face that betrayed me. ''Are you sure? No one is pushing you to do this, are they?'' I search his eyes for any uncertainty but find no evidence.
''I'm sure, because I love you, no one has told me to do anything. I really love you.'' The sincerity and sureness in his voice- I could pass out, if people's hearts can shrink from hate then my heart was exploding from love and affection.
''I love you too, Jack, when do you want to-'' I couldn't find the words I was searching for, but he took the hint.
''I-I would like to try now? If that's okay, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to.'' His eyebrows pursed in genuine concern, how could anyone ever say no to him?
''Of course, I would do anything for you- with you, Jack. I'd give my life for you, if the situation desired it.'' I could see the tears glaze over his cerulean stars that guarded his gaze.
''I could never ask you for that, I'd never let you do that.'' He pulled me into his strong cherish, his arms embracing me in a lax yet wistful capture. My heart was crying out to him, craving his everything, beseeching him as a whole. But not in a sexual way, in an amorous pining way.
''I love you more than I have anything, more than I will love anything.'' I voiced, looking into his azure allure as he beamed down at me.
''I love you.'' That was all he needed to declare before I pushed forward, seizing his ductile lips with mine, moving with a fervour that could shake the building. His delighted trill that vibrated against my mouth was a sound worth the world, every nerve in my chassis felt electric, with the passionate epicentre in the deep of my stomach. What were once innocent butterflies, felt like raging hawks in the depths of this tension.
His docile nature is an adverse contrast to the cruelty of most men I have met, the sensation of his padded fingers drifting across my skin as if they belonged there, was dynamizing.
I decided that I would take direction, seeing as I have prior experience. As our lips remained deep into a passionate lock, which could taunt the most enlightened of couples.
I lightly shifted him on to his back, moving his to lie onto the sofa, as I sat in the space in front of himself. I broke our connection to press small and sighted kisses the the outline of his jaw, he breathes out what I guess he was holding, with a small profound noise. I moved my kisses across his jaw until I reach the corner.
''Are we going to?- Y'know-'' I could pin-point his struggle so I decided to answer for him.
''Yeah, are you sure you want this? None of this matters to me as long as I have you.'' I felt his reaction before I heard it.
''Oh-I'm sure, if this is any part of it, I can't wait.'' What did I do to deserve this jewel of a soul.
I lifted my leg to straddle over his lap, almost as if instinct, his hands found the safety of my hips. I felt my eyes becoming heavy with lustful dilation as I inclined my head down to re-animate my lips with his in another searing kiss. We had kissed before, a lot, but nothing could compare to right now.
I seated myself down more, pressing myself against his lap, lighter than air. I didn't want to push him right of the bat.
His careful touch trailed up the side of my back, whilst one hand remained where it lay. His lips moved so fast, it was hard to keep up, I changed my approach. I continued down the road of gentle jaw pecks and moved down towards his neck, which was high in temperature. I added the aspect of pulling his skin through my lips and teeth with pleasurable suction, creating a small purple mark on neck which disappeared a few moments after. This was the first time he let out a fully fledged moan and his hips involuntarily bucked up to press against me. My breath hitched and through impulse I ground down on him harder.
''I love it when you kiss my neck, gah-'' He let out another strangled moan as I returned my focus to his neck, his crotch pushed up once again and connected against mine.
''Oh- can you do that again?'' His voice was hardly there as I felt him getting hard.
I listened to his plea and grinded myself down onto him, this time, I didn't stop. His hand gripped my hip, but he had trouble holding on.
''Here- this might be easier to hold on to.'' I guided his hands down towards the skin below my ass, which connected to my thigh. He grappled onto it and I sucked in air between my teeth, biting on my tongue, although it wasn't pain.
''Sorry! Did I hurt you?'' His frantic apology reminded my that I was the first person teaching him how to copulate.
''N-No, felt good, you can do that as much as you like.'' I edged him on, he nodded and gripped me again, this time moving onto my ass and I lurched my front forward. Burying my head into his neck, I whimpered.
''How did you know to-'' I couldn't answer as he spoke before I could finished,
''I guessed, was that right?'' He had a hopeful look in his eyes which almost made me cry out.
''So, so right. You're doing everything right.'' I moaned against his ear, taking in his ear lobe, nipping at it. His other hand which rested on my back had moved down to cup the other side of my ass, mirroring the other. He pushed my hips down to meet his, impatiently, he really couldn't wait. I can tell already he has an extreme praise kink. I slid my hips across, driving against his cock. He bucks again, fast and sure.
Today was a good day to wear a skirt.
His length was solid and craving release, his lips found my neck, as mine had once found his. He copied what I had done, nipping and sucking at the skin, but this time it would mark. I whined out in frustration.
His hips coiled up faster, stuttering as he came, unexpectedly. Holy motherfucking shit. He called out my name in shattered cries, clasping at any part of me he could. His eyes were screwed as he experienced sexual fulfilment. shut He stopped for a moment after he peaked, I kissed his forehead and his nose as he smiled up at me in awe.
''Was-Was that?'' He searched for the words but couldn't find them.
''You had an orgasm, and I'm guessing your first. I'm also guessing you liked it.'' I heaved an amused exhale, he had no idea how hot he was in this second, he sat up to take his jacket off as I rested on his lap still.
''Did it feel like that for you?'' I could see the wishing in his sky shaded eyes.
''Not yet, but this is about you, we don't need to carry on-'' I stopped my sentence as I felt him grow once again beneath me.
''No refractory interval, huh.'' I whispered to myself in shock.
''In-In the video, the people didn't have clothes on, is that normal. And I didn't put my-'' I stopped him before I could blush any further.
''Uh yeah it's normal don't worry! You just had an orgasm from grinding your- self against me. We haven't had sex yet.'' I brushed the hair from his forehead, which stuck to him because of the cold sweat lacing his skin.
''Can-Can we? Now?'' His hot, pink, cheeks blaring against the sunlight, beautiful as he begged. I couldn't refuse him. His breathing was normal and fluid now, seemingly recovered completely.
''If you really can't wait any longer.'' I cupped his face, kissing him once again, rolling my hips down onto his. He was impossibly hard. I moaned again, slipping my hands under his shirt brushing against his untouched body.
He still remained sat up as I pulled of his shirt, his chest had a small redness across it from the heat, fucking beautiful.
I reached down to grab the hems of my shirt when his hand stopped me.
''Can I?'' Jack's curious eyes bounced between mine and my shirt.
''Go ahead.'' I shuffle back from his lap, still straddling him. His fingers find the end of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my good bra thank the lord- actually no, let's not thank him.
''If it's okay with you, I'll take care of this part, it can be tricky.'' I motion to my black, lacy garment and he mumbles an 'okay'.
I reach behind myself, taking a breath before I unclasp the back, pulling off the straps and letting it fall to the floor. I go to cover myself but Jack restricts me, his head moves in confusion.
''Don't do that, I want to see you.'' His declare makes my head reel.
''I'm sorry that I can't be more than this for you.'' I remove my arms from my chest as he holds my hands.
''Why would you want to be? This is you, and as I once head Dean say-'' I inwardly cringe at his name being used in this situation. ''I think the word breath-taking describes you.'' His still-sitting form moved forward so his head can near towards me, his eyes watch me closely before leaning down. He presses soft and sweet kisses to each bust of my chest, I groan out in pleasure, but not physically. The emotional heaviness of the moment is what makes me cry out, how could one person love another so immensely.
''I love you. And that means all of you.'' I shut my eyes in impassioned heaven.
''I love you too.'' I kissed him before I left the warmth of his lip, he whined before I could speak.
''We need to take the rest of our...clothes off.'' I bit my lip and looked off to the side in blushing attraction.
''O-Oh!'' He seems to excite at this and eagerly unbuttons his jeans, unzipping before ultimately dropping them completely. ''Should I take my underwear off also?'' He questions me. His briefs are soaked from his previous settlement and I long to wonder what it would feel like to have him in my mouth, that would have to wait.
''If you'd allow me-'' I step towards him, slowly reaching for his clothed crotch, he nods in affirmation. I hook my fingers around the sides of his briefs, kissing his shoulder and chest as I start to pull them off. He kicks them from himself once they reach a certain point and points towards my skirt.
''Can I take it off?'' I nod and smile at him.
''You can do anything you want, anything.'' I say, a sincere and truthful confession.
He kneels below me, looking up with an innocent yet ruined look in his eyes. Pressing small kisses to my stomach and thighs as he pulls down my skirt along with my underwear in one swift action. I didn't feel a need to be nervous with him anymore, letting my body do the talking instead of words I led him back towards the couch, which up until this point remained un-christened. That was about to change.
''In the video, the man puts his mouth on her...lower area.'' He whispers in thought as he sat on the couch.
''That's not important right now, we can explore that later. Right now, I just want you to feel the peak of physical affection.'' He gives me one of his toothy smiles again and I can't help but stare at him with adoration in my eyes before we resume the position we were previously in.
I straddled him with no effort and took his impressive length in my hand. He gripped the couch and moaned lowly as I worked him up and down a few times, spreading the leaking pre-cum.
''You ready?'' I lean down, kissing his nose, fondly.
''Yes, really ready.'' He breathes out, I prod my entrance with the tip of him, sliding it in slightly.
He let out fast paced breathy groans as I slid down onto his firm cock. I'm in no way a virgin, but it's been a while.
He moves his hands my my waist, his nails dig into me, I moan.
''I'm not hurti-'' I answer him before he could finish.
''Definitely not hurting me.'' I sigh in pleasure, down his ear as I hunch over.
''I'm gonna move now.'' I mumble, he doesn't know what's coming to him.
I lift up my hips until I reach the tip of his cock before lightly slamming back down, his hands slide down to clutch the skin on the side of my thighs.
''Do-Do that again.'' He groans.
''I'll do more than that.'' There was no need to hold back, I slid myself up again and repeated the motion, setting a steady momentum. His hips snapped up to meet mine as I bounced with no shame.
''Oh, please, don't stop.'' He rushed out, trying to set a faster pace as he snaps up with impatience.
''Jack, you wanna- try being in- control?'' I attempt to communicate through breathy laments.
''Yes, please.'' I stop sinking my hips for a moment whilst I slowly try to transfer my body weight to beneath him. He gets the gist and helps to flip us over, carefully.
''Don't hold back, you don't need to be gentle.'' I brush a hand through his hair so it's out of his face before an unexpected thrust knocks the air out of me. He doesn't waste time, pushing himself to the brink of speed, I struggle to find somewhere to anchor my hands and I settle for one against his shoulder blade and the other in his hair.
With the relentless pounding and merciless fucking of his hips, I felt blissful thrill that I had never felt before, I couldn't help the tug of his hair that pulls between my fingers. He wails out, I panic and try to apologise.
''Sorry, fuck! Did that hur-'' He snaps into me with more meaning than ever, it's ruthless and hot.
''Do it again.'' He begs into my ear, his voice wavering. I do as he says and pull against his hair, he whines, biting down into my neck.
''Fuck, Jack!'' I cry as his pelvic bone creates intoxicating friction against my swollen clit, he's balls deep and no where near stopping.
''Are you sure you haven't done this before?'' I grip at the skin on his shoulder blade and he grouses in pleasure.
''Never, you're the only person I'd ever do this with, I love you.'' He grunts our as his cock remains a punishing and brutal pace. The sound of his voice saying 'I love you' in such an intimate moment makes me orgasm on the spot, I came hard and with a recoil I stutter my hips to try and match his, failing at the objective. I moan out his name as I grip onto his hair, the hardest I have.
''Jack!'' He pounds impossibly faster as my walls clench around him, begging him to let go, and he does. With a chorus of strangled moans, and stammered whines, he came. He gives a few more ruts before collapsing his head against my chest, leaving kisses up my neck.
I feel my body give up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe.
''O-oh, wo-wow. Woah.'' Jack grins with astonishment.
''I know, Jack. That was- especially with you- and-'' I give up on words.
''I want to do that all the time.'' He let out a throaty laugh, but I knew he was completely serious.
''We can, maybe not all the time but- when it doesn't inconvenience the others.'' It rings in my head for a moment before I realise.
''Shit! The guys will be back soon, grab your clothes.'' I usher him to hurry up and I grab mine as well, stammering along to my room with whatever working muscles I had left. As soon as I shut my door, I felt the front one open. Close call.
I breathe out in relief.
''What the fuck?'' I hear from outside.
''Uh, Y/n?'' I looked towards a blushing Jack. ''I forgot to pick something up.'' He drops his clothing and I realise we are missing his briefs. Oh, fuck.
''What the fuck is this?'' Ah yes, that would be your adopted sons cum-stained underwear, Dean.
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Promises (Poppy x MC) Part (2/?)
Read Part ONE (summary for fic is there)
ITS BEEN A MINUTE. @iamsimpforpoppy I hope youâre still around to read :P I love this story lol. Hope you guys do too!!!
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Bea and Poppyâs relationship became official a month after their initial meeting. One would say they moved quickly, too quickly. But every love story is different. This one in particular seemed to have little to none flaws, if you ignored the fact that Bea was promoted to Carterâs right hand woman in the Southside Spades.
 They did end up having that conversation after all.
 ââŚAre you sure Carter? I mean this is a huge deal and a special role-â
 âIf I didnât think you were capable you wouldnât be here right now Goldilocks.â
 Carter winked and clinked his half empty beer bottle against Beaâs, who surprisingly had a nearly full bottle. He took note of the abnormality.Â
 The blonde instinctively rolled her eyes at the nickname, âOkay but that name has to go. We need codenamesâŚâŚooooh how about bimbo and himbo.âÂ
 âIâm guessingâŚ..no, hoping Iâm the himbo?!â Carter comments as he promptly tries to stop the laugh escaping from his lips.
 âMmmmmmm, Iâll get back to you on that.â
 They share a laugh and Bea feels Carterâs gaze latch onto her in her peripherals. She could sense the shift of energy in the space between them, it almost felt uncomfortable, and that was something she never felt with Carter. âI never asked you if you were okay with such a role. If you aren't, I understand completely, I just want the best for you.â
 The blonde eyes soften at his comment and she looks at him, ânever doubted that, where is this going though because you never express your feelings like a normal human being.â
 He pulls on the strings of her hoodie until it completely caves around her face, burying her whole.
 âHey asshole!âÂ
 âThatâs for talking too much.â
 Bea yanks her hoodie open and sticks her tongue out in a mock expression. âOh boohoo. Poppy literally says the same thing, I donât get it. I talk, itâs a problem. I donât talk, itâs an even BIGGER problem. Damn a girl canât ever exist in peace.â
 Carter places his bottle flat on the table and studies the blondeâs face.Â
 She kept rambling on about her new girlfriend and the gang leader didnât know it was possible to feel happy yet anxious at the same time. He was aware of when they entered the talking stage, went on their first date, and finally became official, because Bea told him everything. As much as the experience of being in a real relationship was new to her, Bea looked up to him and somehow she knew Carter would give her the best guidance possible.Â
 It didnât stop him from worrying. Like an older brother would. He feared the two would mix, and everyone knows that love and crime will eventually combust. He is no stranger to it. Â
 âBea.â
 âDid you know she stole one of my hoodies and actually wonât give it back?? What am I supposed to do, just take it? No sheâd murder me.â
 âJackson.â
 Her voice slowly dies down after sensing the seriousness in his tone. She takes a sip of her beer to ease the silence that sat in the air, and Carter responds shortly after.
 âYou know I trust you with my life right? Youâre very important to me, kid.âÂ
 âI know.â
 Guilt was a feeling he chose to lock away in an unbreakable box and bury six feet deep. There couldnât be guilt in a lifestyle like this. But Bea was his only exception. And she was slowly bringing that box back up to the surface.Â
 âI need you to promise me that you wonât let these two worlds collide.â
 âCarterâŚ.â
 âOne of you will get hurt. And I wonât forgive myself if itâs you.â
 He leaves Bea at the table, the remnants of his comment still replaying in her head. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from Poppy on her lockscreen.Â
 Other Half đâ¤ď¸âđĽ- Canât wait to see you tomorrow đÂ
 The blonde smiles unconsciously and opens the message to respond.
 Iâm missing you like crazy. I have a special surprise for you.
 Other Half đâ¤ď¸âđĽ- You know I highly dislike surprises, just tell me.Â
 And ruin the surprise? You must be crazier than I thought.Â
 Other Half đâ¤ď¸âđĽ- Jackson.
 Patience babeâŚtomorrow it is.Â
 Bea clicks her phone shut and slips it back into her pocket before downing the rest of the beer.Â
***
âYou know your hand on my ass only makes them stare even more Jackson?â
 Bea bites her lips and gropes the blondeâs plump backside shamelessly while slowly whispering into her ear.
 âThatâs the point, princess.â
 Poppy shivers almost instantly at the boldness. âIs this the surprise you were talking about?â Bea doesnât answer, instead trailing her hand up Poppyâs skirt. This was definitely not the time and place for such behavior but she was clearly still learning everything about her girlfriend.Â
 And it definitely felt good to call her that.
 âSince when did you get so brazen? You know youâre exactly the type of person my daddy told me to stay away from.â
 Bea laughs at that statement and wraps her arm around the blondeâs waist, âyeah? And whyâs that?â
 âWell I canât ask him now, he might rough you up and thatâs my job.âÂ
 Poppy could feel the stares of everyone burning into them, but she could only focus on the blonde cuddled up against her. The shorter girl wouldnât call herself an attention whore, but she sure loved the PDA that Bea projected without a care. It felt nice to be genuinely admired in public rather than putting on a mask everyday.Â
 But itâs safe to say that Poppy preferred all the handsy stuff to happen in private.Â
 âDo you want to grab dinner with me tonight Pops?â
 âAm I picking the place?â
 ââŚYes.â
 âThen yes.â
 Bea rolls her eyes at the blondeâs downright shady self but smiles nevertheless.Â
 âNow donât cancel on me out of the blue. I will not be thrilled about it.â
 âShouldnât I be telling you this? Your dad always has something going on in his business that somehow has to involve you too.â
 Poppy sighs and glances over at Bea, âwell you know Iâll have to take over eventually. Especially since Iâm legally allowed to handle deals now.â
 âI hate that word. Legal. Ugh.âÂ
 The shorter girl scoffs and plants her hands on her hips, âyeah I bet you do.â
***
Bea dragged open her closet in search of clothes for dinner tonight but the dinging noise of a text distracts her.Â
 C-Dogđ¤- Need you tonight. Something came up, meet us at the garage.
Bea wanted to thank the gods up above that she didnât promise Poppy that sheâd show up for dinner. But that wasnât going to save her from the fury of the blonde. Good thing it canât get worse than that, rightâŚ.?
Only it was. And Poppy will probably beat her up herself, if she wasnât dead by the next day.Â
Beaâs mind and heart races as she digs her brain for a proper excuse to tell her girlfriend, but is very unsuccessful. Sheâs good at drug dealing though.Â
 Going with the good ole truth never really hurt right?
 Baby Iâm so sorry I wonât be able to make it tonight. Got held up with the gang. I know Iâm an asshole, Iâll keep in touch I swear.Â
 Other Half đâ¤ď¸âđĽ- What else could I expect from my gang banger girlfriend đ please stay safe..
 You know I always do.
 Other Half đâ¤ď¸âđĽ- Do I? We need to talk about this tomorrow.
 Of course Pops.
 Other Half đâ¤ď¸âđĽ- Call me every chance you get or I swear Iâll track you and trust me you do not want me to do that.
 Yeah she definitely doesnât. Especially since Carter sounded frantic over the phone. The last thing Bea needed was a paranoid girlfriend, so she played it cool like always.Â
 Just simple stuff baby girl, talk soon.
 ***
ââŚWhat do you mean itâs gone?! So where is it? Do you know what this means Carter??â
 The gang leader sighs frustratingly, rubbing his eyes in efforts to gain some stability. âThe product was here, and now it is not. Which can only mean it was stolen. And when I find out which son of a bitch did it, theyâre dead.â
 âIn the meantime, we are deadâ, Bea emphasizes wildly. âThis is the Red Raven gang weâre talking about. If they get any inclination that we lost their drugs, theyâll kill and replace us. No mercy. None.â
The blonde paces back and forth trying not to think about buying a plane ticket to Timbuktu.Â
Carter approaches Bea and plants his hands on her shoulder, âbreathe Jackson. You are my partner. The leader of this gang. So get it out of your system and start being rational.â
 The blonde lets her shoulders sag as she inhales and exhales in place for a while. The minute sheâs grounded she catches Carterâs gaze and her eyes light up. âList. I need a list of whoever went in the room with all of the product. We need to narrow it down.â
***
âJackson youâre a fucking genius.â
 âItâs called having common sense but Iâll take the praise. Itâs the only one Iâm getting from you anyways.â
 Carter resisted the urge to pick a fight with the younger girl, because finding stolen drugs and not getting killed seemed like a much better idea.Â
 Bea figured out that Henry, one of the newly recruited members of SS was a thief, or maybe just a crackhead. Same thing. He was the last to be in that room so all eyes were on him, and guns.
 âHeyyy buddy. Henry right?â
 The shorter man trembled at the sight of a gun lodged right into his mouth. âMmmm!â
 âOh Iâm sorry, did you want to say something? Here let me justâ, Bea clicks the gun which only causes the thief to panic even more. It was almost pitiful.Â
 âAlright lay off the poor sucker.âÂ
 Bea pulls the gun out of his mouth and sits down on a stool in front of Henry with a grin. âSoâŚwhere is the stash darling?âÂ
 He points almost immediately to a built in storage locker with a shaky finger.Â
 âOhhh well that was so easy Henry! Glad you could comply. You should tell your friends to be more like you. ButâŚbetween me and you, they might already be deadâ, Bea whispers that last part slowly, smirking when Henryâs lip quivers violently.Â
 âPlease just do it already! Why are you guys waiting?â
 Bea raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced over at Carter who scanned the manâs face intensely. âI guess he wants to die? Talk about kinks I mean come onâ
 âNo.â
 Carter reaches his arm out towards Bea but never takes his eyes off Henry. The blonde watches in confusion until she realizes the thief is looking behind her, and so is Carter.
 âItâs a setup Bea, duck!â
 She dived for the ground quicker than lightning as a bullet flies through the air, leaving a trail of dust behind. Carter ducks for cover as well and starts firing rounds towards the men who snuck up on them. He managed to hit three of them but one grabs Bea by the leg and drags her against the rough concrete.Â
 âSon of a- get your dirty hands off of my Dr. Martens. My girlfriend bought me these!â
 A swift kick to the face shut the blonde up real quick but she manages to recoil and send the man sprawling backwards into a row of barrels.Â
 Carter guns him down and Bea finds her footing, pistol in hand and a thirst for revenge. But they never stopped coming.Â
 Her and Carter were left battered and bruised, but alive. Their product was gone again though. But atleast they were alive. Carter told her that it was a theft mission primarily and neither of them were meant to die. But it only made Bea wonder who those people were.
 And why were they kept alive?
***
âBeatriz Naomi Jackson what the actual fuck?!â
 âOh not the middle nameâŚâ
 Bea tries to avoid Poppyâs killer gaze as she surveys the damage that had been done to her girlfriendâs torso, legs, and face.Â
 The strawberry blonde could barely mutter a word. Her mouth opened and closed in brief shock before collapsing next to the injured girl.Â
 Bea could see the tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, which contrasted her porcelain skin. âPoppyâŚare you crying? I..please donât..â
 âWhat do you expect me to do Bea? It kills me to see you hurt like this. Who did it? Tell me!â The blonde chokes on her own words as her hands hovers cautiously over Beaâs wounds, afraid to make her feel pain.
 âNo I canât tell you. I meanâŚI didnât expect this to happen. It was a setup and we were outnumbered-â
 âWe need to get you to a hospital Bea oh my god.â
 The blonde knew that she couldnât go there. Not with the cops on the scene of the shootout, and actively looking for the people involved. Aka her and Carter. He told her to lay low and heal up, but she didnât expect Poppy to be sitting on her bed waiting for her when she got home. The initial look on her face made Bea regret ever choosing this life.Â
 She regrets it ever since being with Poppy. But itâs like a drug, once you start itâs hard to stop.Â
 âIâll call my father, he has the best doctors available and weâre gonna get your the right treatment and-âÂ
 Poppy immediately cuts off, her eyebrows scrunching up until she realizes something. âWaitâŚwhat do you mean you were outnumbered Bea?âÂ
 Bea swallows heavily, praying that this conversation couldnât escalate further, but that isnât the case.Â
 âBea, answer meâ
 âIt..it was just me and Carter. We didnât think there would be an ambush. We had just gone there to get goods we lost.â
 âAnd where is Carter? Does he know youâre like this right now? Did he leave you, I swear to god Bea if he left youâŚâ Poppyâs voice cracks as her whole body shivers in violent waves.Â
 Bea pulls her girlfriend in for a hug even though it causes every inch of her body to sting harshly. It was the comfort that she needed though. Watching Poppy breakdown over the sight of her was too much, and she began to contemplate everything.Â
 âPops listen to me, I cannot go to the hospital right now. There are cops looking for us.â The strawberry blonde stares at her until she understands the velocity of Beaâs words.Â
 âFine. But there will be a doctor that will come to treat you at my house. And youâre coming, I donât want to hear it.âÂ
 Bea knew not to protest that. It was quite obvious this whole incident has left both parties distraught and she didnât want to try and tell Poppy how to feel.Â
 âJust tell me something. Are you in immediate danger? Is someone trying to harm you right now.â
 The blonde chose her words carefully. Because even after coming home beaten to a pulp, she still couldnât tell the love of her life the full truth.Â
 âNo Poppy, they just wanted the drugs. They got what they wanted. Iâm not in danger.â
 For now.
 âI will be okay.â
 I hope.
 âDonât lie to me Jackson. I canât do this if you lie. You promised me you wouldnât get to the point where youâd have to choose between me and the gang.â
 âI know PoppyâŚI-â
 âYou promised.â
 âAnd Iâm going to keep that promise-â
 âYeah the hell you are. And youâre going to promise me that you wonât ever come home like this again. Youâre going to get yourself killed before we even start our life together. Our future.â
 Bea sucks in a breath which punctures her chest. She couldnât tell if the injuries or Poppyâs words had caused that terrible ache. âOurâŚWait I..â
 âI love you Jackson. IâŚdonât care if you think itâs too early to say that. I donât care if I sound too cheesy for a mean girl. I love kissing you and feeling the laughter run through your body when we hug. I love being the reason you smile. I love you. And you donât have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know-â
 âI love you too. Probably maybe from the moment I met you.â
 Poppyâs eyes seemed to glisten once again and this time there was no sadness etched into the shape. She smiled a pure smile and wrapped her arms around Bea in a tight hug.Â
 She captures her lips in a searing kiss that leads to a trail of kisses down the strawberry blondeâs neck, dip of her collarbone, and chest. Bea kisses her until her chest gives out from exhaustion and pain.
 âThen you have to promise that this wonât happen again.âÂ
 âI promise.â
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NOTES: Theyâre gonna be fineeeee, right guys??? Graduation next chapter woooo.
Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog
#i came up with that middle name on the spot lmaooo#no bug motivation this time just pepsi#poppy min sinclair#queen b#playchoices#mc x poppy
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Daring - Chapter 2
This is part two of my Abby Mordern!Au, you can read Chapter 1 here.
Masterlist
Abby and the reader have dinner at Abby's place. There is music playing and referenced, so I'd recommend you listen to this playlist with all the songs playing in order as soon as the date night begins. About 10k words.
CW for alcohol consumption, mention of death/murder, mention of dubious consent (and possibly terrible grammar. It's 10pm, I just finished this, I don't have a proofreader atm)
Thyme and Tree Bark
âDonât mess this up, airhead. Take care!â
âYeah, yeah. Bye, idiot!â
You closed the door behind Mark as he vanished down the stairs and headed straight for your bed. Though you were less wobbly on your feet after devouring half of a perfectly cheesy pizza with just the right amount of jalapenos, it had thrown you straight into a food coma. Your angel of a brother had come over at noon with two chilled cans of coke and a large pizza from your favorite Italian place and not even ripped open the curtains as he usually did. Instead, he had thrown himself on the bed right next to you, handed you a slice, and demanded you start talking.
Of course, he already knew about Abby and your embarrassing shyness when it came to the buff blonde, so he was extremely proud of the progress you had made with your excruciating crush. You both agreed that Abby had definitely invited you over for a date this week - alone, without Manny there - and that it had to mean she was interested, too. He had laughed about the little bar stint when Abby had shut down your flirt with the hot waitress in an instant and was now 100% sure this was going to go great. As long as you kept it together and didnât ruin everything. As you often did. This needed some tactical planning.
Mouths full of cheesy delight and laughing at each otherâs stupid ideas, you and your brother had come up with a fairly foolproof plan. You would text Abby in 1-2 days, keeping it cool and asking when you should come over. Then, you would suggest making cocktails at home, already granting a fun activity and something to loosen the mood. You would keep it casual and bring over some nice liquor and maybe a bag of chips, perfect for watching a movie. Youâd try to keep the conversation casual and try to speak mostly about Abby, asking lots of questions so you didnât get tangled up in speaking about yourself. If you steered the conversation toward movies, you could watch something exciting and maybe even scary together so you could cuddle up on the couch together. And well, if you got that far, things would probably fall into place naturally. Foolproof. Y/N-proof.
You groaned as you reached over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You had a message from your mom asking if you wanted to come over for dinner next weekend and an email from your professor who wanted to submit your last essay to some kind of grant application. Youâd have to answer her later, your head still felt like it was filled with cotton. Instead, you sent Leah a message.
-Hey, you still alive? Thereâs leftover pizza and coke over here.
Five seconds later, there was a delighted squeal at the other side of the wall and you heard the click of your roommateâs door before yours opened and Leah tiptoe-danced inside, beaming at you. She was wearing nothing but an extremely tight-fitting cropped wifebeater and a khaki thong, accentuating her long legs as she leaped right onto your bed and almost made you fly as her weight hit the mattress. You tried not to stare at her perfectly toned abs as she opened the gigantic carton and held up a slice of pizza over her head, letting the tip dangle in her mouth before biting down with a moan that made you snort awkwardly.
âGood morning, you animal.â
Leah just moaned again, making a grabbing motion with her hand and pointing toward the second can of coke on your nightstand. You laughed silently as you handed her the cold can, condensed water running down the sides and wetting your fingers. You wiped them on the blanket. The tall brunette swallowed hard and took a sip of coke.
âGood morning, womanizer.â She grinned widely. âIâm so proud of you, man. This is the first time Iâve seen you in action and I can safely say Abby was just as surprised as I was.â
You buried your face in your hands.
âOh god, was I that obvious? Did I do anything inappropriate? I thought it went well, but now Iâm not so sure.â You spread your fingers to peak at your roommate who was currently chewing on a ginormous bite, tomato juice running down her chin. No manners, that girl. She just shook her head and made a noise somewhere between protest and encouragement.
âNo, you were fine,â she said with a full mouth, âvery tipsy, but cute. I hope you remember Abby inviting you to her place.â She wiggled her eyebrows.
You ran your fingers through your hair, immediately getting stuck in a tangle of knots. God, you needed a shower.
âYeah, I already went over it with Mark. We made a plan so I wonât embarrass myself.â
âGood. I hope it goes well, you two would be cute together. Hot, even. I mean, no one can deny the allure of those biceps. And her ass?! Godly.â She easily evaded the kick you aimed at her ribs, laughing and slapping your shin away.
âCome on, letâs not act like youâre not ogling her every chance you get. I am, too - the woman looks like a greek goddess!â
âThatâs enough,â you giggled, aiming another playful kick in her direction but only lightly hitting her in the thigh. âI know what she looks like.â
âRight. And soon, youâll hopefully see a lot more of her.â This time, Leah jumped off the bed before your toes could sink right into her side. You tried to suppress a grin as you two stared at each other for a moment before Leah sat back down cross-legged and began eating the last slice of pizza.
âI mean,â she said casually, âyou have seen more of a woman before, right?â
You grabbed your coke and turned it in your hands before answering.
âYeah, I have. It wasnât⌠It wasnât all that, though. Just one time and we were both so nervous it was just awkward.â
Now Leah looked at you with a mixture of shock and pity.
âCome on, Y/N. Only once? Youâve never seen stars because of a womanâs tongue? Never screamed into a pillow because of some skilled sapphic strap game? Never lost your mi-â
âLeaahhhh!â You groaned, feeling blood shoot into your cheeks. âNo, okay? I⌠I made the other girl cum, but for me, it was just⌠it was too unfamiliar and I didnât know her well enough to really let myself enjoy it.â
Suddenly a thought crossed your mind and you felt your eyes open wide.
âWait. Has AbbyâŚ? Is she..?â
Leah paused mid-bite and thought for a second.
âWell, she does have experience with men, obviously. As far as women go⌠I honestly donât know. Sheâs dated a few, but it never went longer than a couple of weeks. I donât know how fast things go with her and sheâs never gone into detail with me. I have to ask Nora about that.â
âDonât you dare! Sheâll know this is about me and tell Abby!â
âOh come on, Iâm interested, too.â She rolled her eyes. âIâll tell you so you know what to prepare for, win-win!â She nudged your foot and gave you a mischievous half-smile.
âFor godâs sake, do what you must.â You finished your coke and threw it perfectly into the bin beside your desk. Leah gave you an impressed nod. âAnd now I desperately need a shower. There is a literal nest on top of my head.â
âTrue,â Leah said and stood up, stretching her limbs as she walked to the door. âThanks for the pizza. Iâm gonna ask Jordan if he wants to come over, so donât walk out naked if you donât want a threesome.â She winked at you before closing the door, but a small part at the back of your brain knew that she wasnât completely joking. You sighed and swung your legs off your bed. No point in lying around, it was past 3 pm anyway.
Grabbing your phone, a shirt, and some clean boxers, you headed for the bathroom. You took your time showering, detangling the mess on your head with lots of conditioner, humming along to Marika Hackmanâs cover of I Follow Rivers as you stood under the hot stream of water and brushing your teeth for at least five minutes while waiting for a hair mask to do its magic. When you stepped out of the shower, the bathroom was filled with hot steam and you felt like a whole new person. You slipped into your fresh clothes and held the blow dryer to the mirror until your reflection was clear.
So. Here you were. Finally, you had spoken to the woman of your dreams and even flirted with her. She may have even been jealous of your short conversation with Ellie, the bartender. Tomorrow, you would text her, you would be brave and cool and not at all awkward. As you collected your clothes off the floor and took your phone, you suddenly realized something that would destroy your entire plan. You didnât even have Abbyâs phone number. Why hadnât you asked her? Of course, you could ask Leah for it, but Abby would know because she knew she hadnât given it to you. It would be a lot less cool and casual. Fuck.
You stepped into the hallway and ran straight into Jordan. Perfect. Good thing Leah had warned you.
âOh, hi Y/N! You doing alright after all those tequila shots?â Jordanâs face was open and kind. You immediately relaxed. Just a guy, not a threat.
âBetter than I thought I would, actually. What about you?â
âWell, I sent them back out the way they came as soon as I got home.â He grimaced and shrugged. âJust glad Iâm still alive, to be honest.â
You had to laugh. âIâm glad, too. Leah would have been devastated.â
âI hope so.â He grinned back. The silence between you stretched a little bit too long.
âAnyways, Iâm gonna see what sheâs up to. See you later?â
âYeah, sure!â You said, relieved that he didnât make it awkward. You quickly slipped into your room and sank down on the bed, composing a text to Mark.
-Minor hiccup - I donât have her number.
His reply came immediately.
-Shit. What now?
You let yourself fall back on the mattress and covered your face with your arm. Your phone vibrated again and you lifted it up, hoping for a brilliant idea.
-Hey, this is Abby. Are we still on for next week?
You almost dropped your phone on your face. For a minute, you just stared at the message. Then you rolled over onto your stomach and screamed into your pillow.
-Hi Abby. We absolutely are. Y/N.
You tried to suppress a fit of giggles as you texted your brother.
-Nvm, she just texted me.
-Omg what!! Play it cool, donât answer yet. What did she say???
-Oops already answered. Still on for next week.
-Incredibly casual lol. Whatever, good for you!
-Shut up!
Another text by Abby came in and you actually started drumming your feet on the bed with excitement.
-Tuesday? I could cook for us
-Very impressive, Iâll bite. What time should I come over?
-Very clever. 6pm? Any allergies?
-Vegetarian, hope thatâs okay. 6 is great, text me your address?
You watched the little text bubble pop up and vanish again for a good minute, getting more and more nervous for her answer.
- No problem. 2425 Constance.
There was nothing else to do but scream into your pillow again.
-
The next two days went excruciatingly slow. You spent the rest of your Sunday in bed, watching a terrible zombie movie and later ordering curry because you couldnât be bothered with preparing any food. As it got late, you suddenly heard a knock on the wall. At first, you thought it was accidental, until the knocking started to continue in a steady rhythm. With a death glare that you hoped would reach through the concrete, you plugged your headphones into your laptop and continued watching your movie.
On Monday, you threw yourself into art history coursework and caught up on your studies, emailed your professor, and spent three hours on an essay about the depiction of blood in paintings of Judith beheading Holofernes. Lovely subject. Even though you got through a lot of your tasks for the day, you couldnât stop yourself from looking at your phone every 10 minutes to see if you had missed a message. Of course, nothing came up. Around 4 pm, your phone buzzed and you leapt for it only to find out it was Leah asking you to buy toilet paper later. At 6pm, you shut off your laptop and grabbed your backpack to go grocery shopping.
Standing in the liquor store you realized you hadnât asked Abby about cocktails.
âLooking for something in particular?â the elderly lady behind the counter asked. It seemed to be her own shop and to have been hers for a while, judging by the elegant wooden shelves and the warm, nice feeling of the room instead of neon lights and rows of white metal.
âUh, yeah, actually. I have a date tomorrow and I thought we could make cocktails, but I forgot to ask what she likes. So now I donât know what to bring.â You gave her an apologetic half smile. She stood up from her seat behind the register, growing not even 2 inches standing compared to sitting and made her way over to you. Her eyes twinkled behind thick glasses that made her look a little bit like an owl.
âWell, dear. I donât know if I would go straight into the hard liquor on a first date. On my last first date, we had a delicious red wine, a Merlot. Couldnât that be something? Are you going to eat anything?â
âOh yes, she said sheâd cook for us, but I donât know what exactly.â
The shop owner gently put a hand on your arm and guided you to a shelf of dark bottles.
âWell, Merlot goes well with any food, so I think it would be perfect. Cocktails come later, when you dress up and go out together or after a night of theater.â You felt a surge of warmth spread through your chest. Theater? Well, why not? For a second, you began to trail off, imagining Abby in a perfectly tailored suit, you at her arm just as dressed up, every head turning as you entered the room and ordered Gin Tonics at the bar during the break. The voice next to you pulled you back to the present.
âIf youâre cooking at home, wine is the thing to bring, trust me.â
âI trust you,â you said with a smile as you took the bottle she handed you. The label was a creamy white, with beautiful golden letters. Hopefully this wouldnât bankrupt you. âThank you for your help.â
The shopkeeper sat back down in her chair with a sigh and typed into the cash register. 15.99$. That wasnât so bad. You paid and gently put the bottle inside your backpack.
âYou know, you should come by soon and let me know how it went. I think that Merlot will bring you good luck. My wife and I still have it every Sunday.â Your head snapped up and your eyes met that charming, smart twinkle again, flashing at you out of dark brown irises. For a moment, all of the things you wanted to say were stuck in your throat, then you just broke into a smile.
âThatâs wonderful, maâam. I hope I can have that, in the future.â
âOf course you will, dear.â She really sounded like she meant it. A small lump suddenly appeared in your throat.
âThank you so much. I wish you all the best.â
âGo get her!â
You laughed and waved at her again as you exited the shop, taking the warmth and comfort of it with you and tucking it right beneath the bottom of your heart and the top of your stomach where you knew it would fuel you for a few days. You had already decided that you would come back and make it your mission to befriend that old lady. What a wonderful woman.
Only 23 hours to go. That night, it was almost impossible to fall asleep.
-
You got through the next day by once again banning any thought of the evening from your mind and diving head first into your assignments. You were going to lead a discussion on different planes of language or communications in womenâs art and literature and reading up on the historical differences between male and female narratives, beginning with the ancient poet Sappho. It was an exciting topic, something you were extremely thankful for. Otherwise you might have been looking at your phone every 3 minutes instead of every 20. Of course, no message from Abby.
The bottle of wine was standing on your nightstand, reminding you of your plans with an exciting tingle in your stomach. At 4pm, you gave up on doing anything productive. You spent forever in the shower, stealing some of Leahâs expensive pink body scrub, shaving everywhere and regretting it immediately because you felt stupid for assuming anything, entertaining the but what if thoughts while you thoroughly lathered your entire body in Leahâs shampoo and shower gel and spending a good 10 minutes just standing under the hot water because you werenât ready to leave that fantasy yet. When you stepped out of the shower, the bathroom was an actual steam bath and you could hardly see the door through the thick waves of wonderfully scented fog. You took your time stealing some more of Leahâs skincare products, having come to the conclusion that if she noticed anything and scolded you for it, you might as well try out the whole arsenal.
When you finally opened your closet door, feeling luxurious and clean and fresh, it was 5.10pm. What the hell were you going to wear? You and Mark had agreed on casual, but what the hell did that even mean? You decided to ask him.
-Help!!! Freaking out over my outfit, need a definition for casual
-Jeans and T-Shirt, just your standard outfit. Imagine meeting me for sushi.
-Iâm bringing red wine. It seems wrong to bring wine in jeans and a t-shirt..
-What happened to cocktails?? Trust me, keep it simple. You donât wanna turn up in a dress and she opens the door in sweatpants.
-I donât think Iâve ever seen her in sweatpants. Ughh fuck I donât have time for this. Jeans and t-shirt it is. Lesbian grandma recommended wine, Iâll tell you about it tomorrow x
-Go get her x
You quickly slipped into some black jeans that were just the right amount of tightly fitting around your ass and a white shirt with a tiny pomegranate embroidered on the front. Then you put on your jacket and quickly threw your wallet, phone and keys into a tote before grabbing the wine and putting it in as well. With a last look into the hallway mirror and a yelled goodbye to Leah, you rushed out of your apartment.
The evening air was not as cool as you had expected and the sun was just about to set. On your way to the train station, you typed out an on my way! message to Abby and quickly deleted it again. No sense in sending it now when you hadnât spoken since Sunday and were about to see her. The train ride was annoying, the wagon stuffed with commuters and some guy trying to convince you the apocalypse was upon you all. Zombies, not the last judgement - something different at least.
During the walk from the station to Abbyâs house, you were sure it wouldnât take much more for you to actually start levitating. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your throat was so cramped up it was hard to breathe. When you pulled out your phone, your fingers were actually shaking. Jesus Christ, get a grip. 5.58 pm.
And there it was, 2425 Constance. Just a normal suburban white house, like any other in the street. It actually seemed a bit weird, Manny and Abby living here in the midst of what seemed to be a family neighborhood with real adults . Then again, they both werenât in college, so you supposed they actually were real adults. When you walked up to the front door, you could hear faint music from inside - jazz? You wouldnât have guessed she was the jazz type, but then again you knew almost nothing about her. Right. Ask questions, keep the conversation about her. Be cool.
You knocked.
Abby opened the door, a wave of warm air hitting you from inside. It smelled delightful. Her face was slightly flushed, her lips parted as she took in a deep breath. She had tied her hair back in a low bun, but a few strands had fallen out and framed her face. One was standing up in a funny angle.
âHi, Abby,â you said, trying to keep your voice level and not stare at her body. Fuck, she had dressed up. And she looked hot.
âHi!â A smile slowly grew wide on her face. When she realized that she was blocking the door, she quickly shook her head and stepped aside. âCome in! Can I take your jacket?â
Oh God, this was hopeless. You already knew you were hers. Thanking her, you took off your jacket and she hung it in a closet next to the entrance. When she turned around, you got a chance to admire her fully. She wore wide dress pants that perfectly accentuated all of her muscles, topped with a loose white shirt with wide sleeves, reminding you a little bit of a pirate. Her jewelry rounded off the pirate look and you had to bite back a grin. She raised her eyebrows at you.
âWhat?â Her cheeks were still slightly red, but you attributed it to standing in a hot kitchen for probably the last hour, judging by the variety of smells overlapping and mixing together, already making your mouth water.
âUh, I brought wine,â you said and held out the bottle. Eloquent as always. Abby took it and whistled through her teeth as she inspected the label.
âThat looks classic. The sauce I made has some wine in it as well, this is perfect. Thank you, what a great idea!â
You were overwhelmed with her generous praise and didnât know where to look, so you settled on her hands. You had always sneaked looks at her hands, at the way she held a glass or drummed on a table or clasped them when she was intently listening to someone. They looked strong and rough from work, but there was also a delicacy in their movement and you were sure her touch could be as gentle as the brush of a hummingbird flying past. Realizing you were staring, you tore your gaze away.
âIt smells delicious in here, I canât wait to see what you cooked.â You followed her into the kitchen, where she placed the bottle on the counter and took a corkscrew from a drawer. A big red pot was standing on the gas stove over a tiny flame, the lid still hiding its contents. Your stomach suddenly growled loudly into the silence.
âSomeoneâs hungry.â Abby gave you a side glance and an amused smirk as she screwed the silver device into the cork. âEverythingâs already set, we can get started right away.â
You covered your eyes with your hand for a second before laughing.
âYeah, I kind of forgot to have lunch earlier and then I figured Iâd just wait so I could really savour this.â
âSmart thinking. I made patates au vin , a vegetarian version of coq au vin which is chicken in wine. Itâs basically potatoes and vegetables in a thick brown sauce, served with some good rustic bread.â You couldnât stop your eyes from rolling back at the thought of getting to eat home cooked french cuisine made by Abby in a few minutes.
âOh my God, say that again.â You could barely stop yourself from moaning. Abby laughed and opened the wine with a loud pop.
âHere, take this over to the dinner table. Iâm right behind you.â You took the bottle and followed her nod into the dining room. The wooden table was beautifully set with big and small plates, glasses for water and wine, candles, two blue glass bottles of water and a bowl of salad topped with what looked like apples, pomegranate seeds and feta cheese. You carefully placed the bottle of wine next to the water bottles and stepped aside for Abby, who came out of the kitchen carrying the heavy pot and placed it on a cork coaster in the middle of the table.
âWait, let me justâŚâ she trailed off as she grabbed her phone from the sideboard and changed the music. A saxophone led a jazz band into the song before a beautiful female voice set in, soft as butter and filling the room like the smell of roses. The voice was familiar to you, but you couldnât quite place it. As Abby sat down, the music came to a crescendo before breaking off, the voice setting in again with a soft
is it a crime?
âWho sings this?â you asked as Abby opened the water bottle and filled your glasses.
âOh, itâs Sade. She was my dadâs favorite.â
And I want you to want me too, the woman sang, and your eyes met over the table. You swallowed. Was? Not the right time.
âSade? Oh, she sings Smooth Operator, right? I know that one, but I never checked out more of her music.â
Abby smiled at you and opened the lid of the pot.
âYeah. This is the Promise album, my favorite. She is a force.â
A wave of steam erupted from the pot and you bent forward to look inside. Thick, roasted wedges of yellow potatoes lay in a bed of orange and purple carrots, mushrooms and tomatoes in a thick brown sauce, a stalk of thyme on top and a bay leaf poking out from the sauce. You werenât sure if you were drooling, but you didnât care.
âAbby, oh my God! This is fantastic.â
A spark had lit in her eyes when she heard you say her name. She elegantly stood up again, grabbed a serving spoon, and held out her hand for your plate. You watched her hands again as she plated an array of vegetables for you and used the spoon to draw a little sauce heart on the rim of the plate. Your ribs felt two sizes too small around your chest. This woman was actually going to be the death of you.
âThanks,â you quietly said and waited as Abby helped herself to a plate. She sat down and gestured toward the small basket with thick slices of grey bread with a dark brown crust.
âHelp yourself. Bon appĂŠtit.â
After a few moments of eating in comfortable silence before you showered the blonde in an array of compliments, this time not able to refrain from moaning when you bit into a tender, sweet purple carrot, the conversation began to flow. Abby complimented the wine, you talked about your studies, Abby told a few work stories in which both she and Nora were involved, you told her about your close relationship with your brother and she bittersweetly reminisced about her upbringing as an only child with a single dad. It had just been the two of them, moving frequently because of his changing jobs in different hospitals. He had been a neurosurgeon, and a brilliant one at that, but always humble and ready to help wherever he could. Abby sat up straighter when she talked about him, her chest actually swelling with pride when she told you about one time they had rescued an injured horse that had run away and been hit by a car in front of them.
âI think I was 16 back then. Itâs one of my favorite memories of him. It actually wasnât long beforeâŚâ Her eyebrows moved into a frown and she bit her lip, pushing a small piece of onion around her plate. Fuck, maybe it would have been easier to talk about you, after all.
âWe donât have to talk about it. You can tell me when youâre ready.â
She looked up and you expected to see tears, but her eyes were full of love and her face smoothed out into a gentle smile.
âNo, itâs okay. Iâm still working on it, and part of my therapy is telling people who donât know yet. You know, I donât really have a lot of friends.â She suddenly laughed, easing the tension at the bottom of your lungs. âThat sounds stupid, of course I do. I have Manny and Nora and Leah and Jordan and Owen, I guess. But the thing is, they all knew me before. I havenât really made friends ever since my dad.. passed away. The idea of needing to open up to someone about all this so I can develop a real connection and friendship with them is just a lot to bear.â
âThe mortifying ordeal of being known,â you mumbled, more to yourself, crumpling up your napkin in one hand.
âSorry?â
âOh, itâs this quote from a New York Times article that has been floating around the internet for a while. âIf we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being knownâ.â You looked up at her and inhaled deeply. âItâs something Iâm also terrified of. Although it seems kind of stupid sometimes, because compared to you for example, I donât really have a good reason.â
Abby looks at you like sheâs just discovered something extremely interesting. She takes a sip of her wine before answering, her silver rings blinking at you in the candlelight.
âItâs not at all stupid. Iâve always been very careful with who I open up to, even before my dad died. Itâs horrifying, laying yourself bare for a person, putting yourself on a silver plate and handing it to them and saying there, now do with it what you wish. Maybe theyâll look at it and say no, thanks. Maybe theyâll call everyone and say hey, look at this mad woman with her twisted insides, isnât that funny? Maybe theyâll see it and think, I can do this, and then after a few years they suddenly realize they actually canât and youâre way too much and so they leave for someone with a more simple, prettier silver plate. Maybe theyâll even take a few pieces with them as they go.â
She didnât sound bitter as she said it, and she didnât look terribly sad either, more as if she was making an observation about something she was mildly interested in. You didnât know what to say except for show me your silver plate, please show me your all, and I will devour it, savor it, keep it with me forever. But you stayed silent, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.
âIâm quite the handful, am I? Sorry, I shouldnât have thrown all thisâ - she gestured toward herself - âat you during our first date.â Then her eyes widened as she realized what she had said. âFuck, sorry, I just assumed⌠you probably donâtâŚâ
Finally, movement came back into you. You jumped from your chair and were next to her in a few paces. She lifted a hand and you took it in yours.
âOf course this is a date,â you said gently and smiled at her. âOtherwise why would I have been this nervous for the past three days, thinking of nothing but you, constantly checking my phone to see if you texted me? And I brought red wine, come on.â That brought a smile to her face. She chuckled lightly.
âSo I havenât just ruined everything?â The hope in her eyes was mixed with real, honest fear.
âNo, of course not. Iâm glad youâre being open with me. You know, I planned not to reveal too much about myself tonight, fearing I would scare you away or say something stupid and make you suddenly lose interest.â
The current song ended and a soft, funky beat came on. There it was again, that twinkle in Abbyâs eyes. Your hands were still clasped around hers and she made no move to pull back.
âWell, now I canât wait to see what you have in store for me. Lay it on me. Over dessert, maybe?â
You raised your eyebrows.
âThereâs dessert? Youâre going to have to roll me out of here later.â
She laughed, warm and genuine, and the pride you had felt back in The Closet filled your chest again. You would do anything just to be the one to make her laugh every day for the rest of your life. She got up and you both started clearing the table together.
Never going to know
What fate is going to blow
Your way, just hope that it feels right
Could that Sade lady be any more on the nose? You risked a glance at Abby, who was smiling to herself. You followed her into the kitchen and she opened the fridge to produce a large glass dish, showing the several layers of biscuit and white cream, topped with dark cacao.
âTiramisu? Seriously Abby, how much time did you spend in the kitchen today?â
She gave you a crooked grin before exiting the kitchen.
âTook the day off.â
You just sighed and went back into the dining room.
Such a fine time as this
âHere.â Abby handed you a small plate with a piece of her gourmet tiramisu. Your fingers brushed against each other and you both paused for just the blink of an eye.
What could equal the bliss
The thrill of the first kiss
You sat down and grabbed the small fork left next to your wine glass. On second thought, you took another sip of Merlot. It really was exquisite.
âBuonâ appetito,â you said and sliced off a perfect edge of tiramisu. The soft, coffee-drenched biscuit fell apart on your tongue, mixing with the heavy vanilla-flavored mascarpone. âDid you know where the name tiramisu comes from?â
Abby lifted her fork to her mouth and softly closed her lips around the piece of creamy dessert. You were entranced, watching her hand sink down to the table again, then her jaw moving and flexing as she chewed. She raised her eyebrows questioningly and you cleared your throat, taking another piece on your fork.
â Tira mi su is Italian for âpull me downâ. Itâs the last thing you eat after dinner and the thing that makes you tired, pulls you right into the food coma. In restaurants, it rounds off the meal and guests will probably leave in the following hour because they feel theyâre ready to go home.â
Never as good as the first time
Natural as the way we came to be
âOh,â Abby said, her voice quiet. She looked up at you through dark lashes. âAnd are you going home after this?â
âNo.â You said it without thinking, only knowing what was true in your heart. âI donât want to.â
âIâm glad.â Taking a deep breath, Abby straightened up, then reached a hand across the table, her palm facing up. You stared at it for a fraction of a second before placing your hand in hers, feeling something fall into place inside you. The glances you exchanged said so much more than you could possibly dare to say out loud right now.
You used your free hand to stab the last piece of tiramisu. This time it was Abby who was watching you with hungry eyes as the fork vanished between your lips and emerged clean.
âThis tiramisu could be the best thing Iâve ever tasted in my life,â you said after swallowing and Abbyâs fingers twitched ever so slightly around your hand.
âThank you. Iâm really into French and Italian cuisine, as you may have noticed.â
You leaned back in your chair, careful not to pull back your hand.
âI couldnât do it, honestly. Spending so much time in the kitchen. Especially not with a job like yours, on your feet all day. Iâd probably survive off of pasta and takeout.â
Abby smiled and began slowly drawing circles on the back of your hand with her thumb. You were already hyper-aware of how your blood rushed through every vein of your body, a side-effect of the red wine, but now it came to a roar in your ears.
âI guess I need some kind of hobby besides lifting weights. It calms me down. And itâs not just about the end result, about getting to eat something, but also about picking the right ingredients, taking my time cutting them up, trying new recipes with new flavors, and learning more about food and culture, and honestly about myself. Itâs like meditating.â
âThat soundsâŚâ you were at a loss for words, âunbelievable? Iâve never heard someone talk about cooking like that. And Iâve never felt that way about it, too. I guess Iâd like to, though. It sounds nice.â
Abby brushed her thumb over your knuckles.
âWell, I could show you.â You tilted your head slightly. âI mean, we could cook together. Next time. If you want to?â
Sadeâs voice, smooth as polished wood and dripping with honey cut into the moment.
How could I have doubted
Honey, it's with me that you belong
âYeah, Iâd love to. What do you have in mind?â
âDo you like lasagna? We could make a vegetable lasagna and substitute the meat for soy. I could show you how to make a bĂŠchamel.â
You laughed and squeezed her hand.
âI love lasagna, although I have no idea what a beshmel is.â
âYouâll just have to wait and see.â Abbyâs face was glowing with happiness.
As the last two songs of the album played, you helped Abby clean up the table. You got into an argument about doing the dishes - Abby said sheâd do it later but you insisted you would do them now or at least help because so far you had not lifted a finger.
âCome on, Abby, please let me help?â You tried your best doe eyes at her. She grinned and playfully slapped your upper arm.
âOkay. But Iâll put on different music.â
She vanished to the dining room while you began filling the sink with water. A high note filled the room before a man spoke.
You broke my heart / 'Cause I couldn't dance
You didn't even want me around
And now I'm back / To let you know
I can really shake 'em down
Abby stepped into your field of vision. The music set in, a delightful 60âs rock and roll melody, and Abby began dancing toward you with tiny steps and shaking shoulders. She was lip synching to the coarse voice of the singer and reaching out her hands for you. Snapping out of your frozen position, you shook your head, grabbed her hands, and were immediately twirled through the kitchen. A squeak escaped you as Abby pulled you back toward her and with another pirouette, you almost slammed into her chest. You both laughed out loud, continuing to dance through the kitchen with big, overexaggerated moves, flailing your arms and shuffling your feet across the tile.
I can do the twist
Now, tell me baby
Do you like it like this?
You quickly began singing along to the simple lyrics and both of you were giggling at each otherâs dance moves. The next song was Stand By Me and you both settled down, beginning to clean the pots and dishes. You did the washing while Abby dried off the pieces you gave her and put them back into the right cupboards. Both of you were swaying and humming along to the music.
During the second chorus, both of you began belting along, filling the kitchen with the wonderfully familiar sound of slightly drunk women singing together. As the song ended, you both comically froze and waited for the next song to set in. When it was La Bamba by Ritchie Valens, you both continued singing along and showing off some probably terrible salsa moves. You were done in no time and Abby took your hand, pulling you into the dining room and sliding across the wooden floors with you. Your stomach hurt from laughing and you couldnât stop smiling.
Next came the bittersweet Be My Baby by the Ronettes, a song you remembered from your childhood, vague memories of your parents slow dancing together after another terrible fight. You swallowed down the hint of bitterness creeping up from your stomach. Instead, you looked up at Abby, almost a full head taller than you, and dared yourself to step forward. You placed your right hand in Abbyâs and your left on her tricep, coming unbearably and exhilaratingly close. Abby put her hand on your back, right below your shoulder blade, warming you through the fabric of your shirt. Your faces were incredibly close, her breath warm on your nose, and you could have counted every single freckle on her beautiful face. There was a slim ring of gold around her pupil, complimenting the green of her iris. She was breathtaking.
You couldnât take this any longer. Should you kiss her? Everything inside you wanted to, but you couldnât bring yourself to close the last inch of distance. It felt like wanting to do a handstand but pulling back at the last second every time because of a deep fear of failing and hurting yourself. It was terribly frustrating.
Instead, you leaned your head against the round muscle of Abbyâs shoulder, turning your face toward her chest and pressing your temple to her collarbone. You could smell the herbs she had used to cook earlier in the fabric of her shirt, but her skin smelled like pine and something else, earthy and dark, like tree bark or wool. Abby rested her chin against your forehead and her low hum of contentment vibrated against your cheek.
A light waltz melody began, Unchained Melody, a song you knew from some commercial and had listened to for a few weeks straight after.
I need your love
God speed your love to me
You smiled to yourself and could sense Abby was doing the same. You kept slowly turning, dancing through the candle-lit room and swaying side to side. The band set in louder and you lifted your head again. Abbyâs eyes were fixed to yours, but you couldnât stop yours from wandering lower, finding those perfectly pink lips, hanging open ever so slightly. Your hand wandered upward, along her shoulder, and to the back of her neck. As the last verse of the song began, you stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against her. Abby inhaled sharply, her fingers spreading on your back and pressing against your skin. You gently pressed your lips to hers again and this time, she kissed you back. You dug your fingertips into the back of her neck, desperately wanting to come closer, to pull her down to you, hell, you would climb her like a tree if you had to.
Feeling courageous, you stuck your tongue out and ran the tip upward over her lips. Abby instantly reacted, opening her mouth for you and greeting your tongue with hers. She tasted like wine and cacao, and faintly like thyme. Releasing your hand, she wrapped her arms around your waist. You reached up and buried your hand in her hair. She gasped into your mouth. You tucked that sound away for later, swearing to yourself you would make her do it again as often as you could.
A few seconds of silence between songs were disrupted by your wonderfully frivolous wet kissing sounds and a small whine that escaped you when Abbyâs hand wandered lower to cup your ass. The first guitar chords of Nights In White Satin vibrated through the air and Abby grabbed you tightly before lifting you off the ground and wrapping your legs around her hips. She carried you over to the dining table and set you down.
The dramatic crescendo in the song you loved so much began.
And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
The singerâs voice filled every corner of the room, his declaration hovering above you, the high voices of the background singers ringing in your ears and Abbyâs hands everywhere, her body leaning over you, her hips pressed between your legs. You flexed your legs to pull her in closer, almost falling apart when Abby let out a low moan and rocked her hips forward against you. Then she suddenly slowed down and broke the kiss.
âWait, letâs talk for a second.â
You kept your legs clamped around her, but relaxed back a little, brushing back a strand of hair from her forehead and giving her an encouraging nod to go ahead.
âI havenât⌠Iâm not that experienced with - with women. And generally. And I donât want to rush things and do something wrong and lose you. I donât really know how this works and I want to do it right.â
Her hands on your waist tightened slightly. You gave her a shy smile.
âMe neither. Iâm scared, too.â You surprised yourself with your openness. âHow about we take this slow, then? Talk about everything openly? And just go one step at a time?â
Abby nodded and pulled you closer again.
Holding Back The Years began playing.
âOne kiss at a time.â She gave you a gentle peck on the lips.
âOh, really? I would have never picked you as the sappy type,â you laughed against her lips.
âYou wouldnât?â She acted shocked. âLet me remind you of how I took the day off to cook a gourmet french dish for you.â
âTrue.â You shrugged and pulled her in for another kiss. âItâs probably the muscles. With those guns, you can do anything and still be taken seriously.â
Abby snorted and you realized that had been the wine talking. For a second, you were mortified, then she scooped you up again, holding your body with one arm as she ran her free hand through your hair.
âOh, those? You know, theyâre specifically for carrying you around all day. Anything for my - princess.â You had very well noticed the little pause there, but you decided not to say anything yet. Instead, you lifted your chin and eyebrows, imitating what you thought a royal would look like.
âWell, what does that make you? Youâre obviously not a prince. My lady knight?â
Abby nodded solemnly.
âSworn to protect and defend you. And to carry you wherever.â
âWell, do you have a sofa you could carry me to?â You tightened your hold on her shoulders and leaned in closer again.
âOf course, my lady.â
Abby carried you through a doorway at the back of the dining room into a cozy living room, equipped with a large sofa and a gigantic flatscreen tv, two vintage armchairs, a wooden bookshelf with at least 100 books, and a desk facing the window, medical books spread across the surface. The blonde sat down on the sofa and you knelt left and right of her hips, straddling her as you gave her another soft kiss.
âYou know,â you began, âIâve been crushing on you for months now. I thought you had absolutely no interest in me. I didnât even know you liked women.â
Abbyâs eyes widened at your confession.
âShit, I had no idea. You werenât exactly forward, you know. The first time we met, you already had this pull on me. But you were so shy and I didnât want to jump you or annoy you, so I tried to keep my distance and wait if you would come around.â
âYou have Leah to thank for that. Me coming around. I kind of forgot to come out to her until karaoke night and she told me you were dating women as well. She knows Iâve been a hopeless case when it comes to you, but she wanted me to figure this out on my own.â
Abby thought about this for a second.
âYeah, Leah probably only told you because she knew I liked you, too. I havenât been that open about dating women in the past, just because talking about dating in general was weird with Owen and Mel around and I also just donât like everyone knowing my personal business.â
âI get that.â You nodded. âAs I said, I hadnât even been out to Leah. Mostly because I havenât dated anyone in forever and the last time was a disaster not worth talking about.â You winced at the memory.
âYou wanna tell me anyway?â
You thought about it for a second, then you climbed off Abbyâs lap and laid down on the sofa, resting your head on her thigh. Her fingers immediately began brushing through your hair and massaging your scalp.
âWell, I met this girl during a freshman party at a sorority house the weekend before my first semester in college,â you began. You had felt weirdly out of place, but were determined to speak to at least one person. A few hours and an almost-lethal amount of tequila later, the girl you had talked to all night had dragged you into one of the bedrooms. You both had no previous experience, were extremely drunk and it was already 5am. You had fun making out and were both eager to try more, but it had been more out of curiosity than desire for each other and so the experience had not ended in the expected bliss of lesbian sex. Rather, she had come pretty quickly and afterward she'd begun crying and told you she had a boyfriend, and you had gotten dressed and fled the house. After that, dating in college was not really something you thought about much.
Abby listened to your story with interest and sympathy, laughing at a few parts and stroking your hair as you told her about the end of that fateful night. She felt deeply sorry for your experience of strangeness and betrayal, immediately promising to you that she would always tell you what was going on inside her head and what she wanted.
âLike you just did,â you smiled at her. âThat was brave. Itâs what I should have done that night.â
âI mean, I had a few weird moments, too, before I learned to speak my mind.â Abbyâs gaze unfocused and she frowned as she clearly recalled some not very pleasant memories.
âWanna tell me, too?â you asked, keeping your voice light. She nodded, looking down at you again.
âI mean, there's Owen, obviously. That didnât work out well and now he is with Mel, leaving me wondering if he was interested in her while we were still together. After we broke up, Nora and I went on a little bender.â Your heart jumped into your throat. Did Abby and Nora...? A wave of jealousy rose from the bottom of your stomach, but you forced yourself to keep your calm, smiling at Abby as she continued.
âWe spent every weekend at a different bar, and one of them was actually at The Closet. Nora was making out with a woman in actual overallsâ - she snorted - âand I just hung out at the bar, drinking Long Islands and not brave enough to make eye contact with anyone. And then the bartender started talking to me.â
Suddenly realization dawned on you. You sat up and stared at Abby.
âWait, Ellie? The short-haired one?â
Abby grimaced.
âYeah. We talked for a while and I came back the next week with Leah and Jordan. They didnât even notice I was spending a lot of time at the bar. Ellie and I met for coffee a few days later and I mentioned my dad and she got really quiet and strange. Turns out, sheâs related to the guy that murdered my dad, so...â
You were pretty sure your heart stopped for a moment, all the air in your chest building up pressure as you tried to figure out how to breathe out. Abby noticed and gently guided you to lay back down, continuing to weave her fingers into your hair.
âItâs okay, Y/N. Iâll tell you the whole story another time. So yeah, Ellie and I. It was horrible, but we still stayed and talked for a while. She couldnât tell me a lot about what happened, but she had no idea that I even existed and she was about to have a panic attack over it all. I helped her calm down and then she felt terrible for reacting so badly when it should be me panicking and I just told her that thereâs nothing any of us can do now and we should probably leave it at that.â She sighed. âI hadnât been to The Closet until a few days ago. I only came because I knew youâd be there.â
âFuck, thatâs terrible,â you mumbled. âI donât think I could have gone back there. Iâm still glad you did, though.â
âMe too,â Abby said, her voice gentle and honest. She leaned down to kiss you, deeply and passionately.
You stayed on the sofa for the next few hours, talking about school crushes and gay awakenings, about women constantly hitting on Abby and her being confused for a long time. She told you more about her relationship with Mel and you started to actually resent that woman. Who did she think she was? You told Abby about living with Leah and about your current research projects and she listened intently, asking a lot of questions about the art you were analyzing. You began diving into queer art and Sappho and your theory on the different languages of different social groups. Abby actually gave you some great new ideas and some good questions you couldnât yet answer and you were actually beginning to look forward to writing tomorrow.
As the clock moved past midnight, it became clear you would have to leave at some point soon. Abby had to get up at 7 in the morning for a 10-hour shift, and you had stifled one too many yawns. You were cuddled up on the couch, kisses interchanging with long, deep conversations and more kisses.
âI can accompany you to the station,â Abby suggested as you looked up the departure times on your phone.
âYou donât have to. Thatâs sweet of you, but Iâll find the way.â You kissed her for her generosity, but she pulled back.
âHonestly. I donât want you walking alone. Iâll go with you.â A sheepish smile appeared on her face and she did a tiny bow. âMy lady.â
You rolled your eyes and got up, making your way to the entrance hall. Abby gently helped you into your coat and put on a black bomber jacket, a strange but hot combination with her fancy pants. She opened the door for you and you stepped out into the cold night together.
You held hands on the way to the station, stopping at every corner to make out, laughing together, and making plans for your lasagna night. You would come over on Thursday, promising to yourself you would finish all your coursework until then. Manny would come back on Friday, so youâd have the house to yourself again.
You arrived at the station way too soon, but your train was announced to arrive in two minutes. Heavy-hearted, you flung your arms around the tall blonde and she wrapped hers around your waist, lifting you up for another deep kiss.
âI canât wait to see you again,â she whispered against your lips.
âIâll even dress up next time,â you mumbled and she grinned at you.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen you in anything but jeans and a t-shirt. Iâm excited.â Well, now you had to go shopping. Leah would be delighted to go with you.
You pressed a last kiss to Abbyâs lips before unwrapping yourself from her arms as the train rolled into the station. As you stepped away, she caught your hand and pulled you back for another one, cheekily running her tongue over your bottom lip. You sighed and kissed her hand, wrapped firmly around yours, before stepping back and boarding the train. You waved at her through the window as you departed and watched her stand on the platform until she was out of sight.
Letting yourself fall into one of the seats, you pulled out your phone and texted your brother.
-We kissed!!!! Call me when you can
Then you texted Leah about shopping tomorrow, just able to send the text before your phone vibrated with a new message.
-You looked beautiful tonight. Iâm the luckiest person in the world.
You tried to keep your squeal as quiet as possible. A woman a few seats ahead of you briefly looked up from her phone.
-Canât believe I have a personal knight who will carry me wherever I want to go
The reply came in seconds.
-Anywhere and anything you want. Text me when youâre home!
-Can I text you before Iâm home? I miss you already :(
You had to wait a few minutes before your phone vibrated again. This time, Abby was calling.
âSorry, I was cleaning up and getting ready for bed.â She sounded a bit breathless.
âNo worries,â you said. âWhat are you wearing for bed?â
Abby let out a surprised laugh.
âReally, now?â
âIâm serious. I want to imagine being with you.â
âWell, Iâm wearing a gigantic black t-shirt with a ton of holes and boxers.â
You closed your eyes, envisioning Abbyâs thighs straining against the hem of her shorts and the soft cotton of her shirt that you could bury your face in. She would smell like nature and like home somewhere far away.
âI wish I was there.â You noticed you were sounding desperate. Fucking hell, were you about to turn into a 13-year-old? You could hear the smile in Abbyâs voice when she spoke.
âI wish you were here with me, too.â She paused for a moment. Then, âDo you want to sleep over on Thursday?â
âUhm -â you had to think for a second, remembering you only had dinner plans for Friday with your mom. Before you could answer, Abby cut in again
âFuck, am I rushing you? I didnât mean - I just thought it would be nice, falling asleep together. But I totally get if thatâs -â
âAbby! Of course I want to stay over!â You clenched your free hand into a fist, punching your thigh a few times in order to divert the explosion of energy inside your chest.
âOh, thank god,â Abbyâs shaky laugh was heart-wrenching. âI thought I messed up already.â
You stood up to exit at your station.
âNo, not at all. Iâd love to fall asleep with you.â
The way to your apartment was over faster than you wanted it to be.
âIâm home now. I think I should hang up, Leah is probably sleeping.â
âYeah, donât wake the monster.â Abby chuckled.
âGood night, Abby. Tonight was incredible.â
âGood night, Y/N. Youâre incredible. Sleep tight.â
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How To Piss Off An Old-Fashioned Ghost (A Zak Bagans SMUT!)
WARNINGS: Smut, cussing, all that jazz.
Special Thanks to: @xcazzaxâ who never fails to give me ideas and inspire me to write shit like this.Â
We were about to investigate the mecca of haunted hotels. The one place you go to and know you made it as a paranormal investigator. The majestic and infamous Stanley Hotel.
To say the guys and I were ecstatic would be an understatement. I swear you would think we were kids at Disneyland we were so excited. So much so we agreed to take a different approach to this one.
You see normally weâd investigate a place for one night, take a quick nap, and then be on our way home or to the next haunt the next day. For this one though we knew we had to do it differently. After all many people purported having things happen to them during the night whilst everyone else was asleep. So we got ourselves the most haunted rooms and were gonna sleep there the whole night with night vision cameras recording us the whole time.
âReady to get it on with a cowboy?â I asked Aaron as we were being checked in.
âYou know he only goes for the ladies right?â he said. âAs in heâd probably react more to you than my bearded ass.â
âYeah butâŚâ
âUh, Y/N, did you want your own room or..?â Zak asked.
âI told you Iâm not chickening out of the plan,â I said.
âPlan?â Aaron questioned.
âRemember when the guide mentioned Mrs. Wilson having shit fits when unmarried couples share the bed in her room?â
âOhâŚâ Aaron nodded. âWait...since when are you and Zak a thing?â
âWeâre not,â Zak said. âWhich will only add fuel to the fire.â
âExactly,â I smirked.
âThis isnât an excuse for you two to bone is it?â Nick asked.
âWhat? NO!â I snapped at him.
âDude! Weâre literally gonna be in front of a camera the whole time!â Zak said starting towards the elevator.
âYeah âcause sex tapes arenât a thing,â Aaron said. I smacked him on the arm as we stepped into the elevator.
âDude this is strictly work. As in we plan on remaining professional at all times,â Zak explained. âAnd the same goes for you two, alright? No scratching your nuts or your ass in front of the camera.â
âAnd for the love of GOD letâs hope none of you wake up with morning wood,â I added. All three men raised an eyebrow at me. âOh come on last thing anyone wants is for our careers to go down the crapper all because you all woke up and revealed tents in your pants.â
âShe does have a point there,â Zak said shrugging.
âPun intended,â I muttered making them burst out laughing.
Later that night Zak checked in with our guys while I made myself comfortable under the sheets.
âAll good here bro,â Aaron said over the walkie.
âYeah everythingâs good to go here Zak,â Nick added.
âAlright see you in the morning,â Zak said putting the walkie down. He got under the sheets beside me and turned off the light. âReady?â
âLetâs do it,â I whispered. Zak laid down and I draped my body over him. âNight babe.â
âNight, gorgeous,â Zak said leaning down. His lips pecked mine. It sent a jolt through me; as though his lips had finally found the home they always wanted. My heart drummed in my chest as Zak deepened the kiss.
As his lips lingered on mine he wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over so that he was on top. I pulled back and chuckled. âBabe itâs late,â I said as Zak peppered kisses on my neck. I moaned. âWeâre gonna get a noise complaint!â
âOnly if youâre too loud,â he said bringing his lips to mine. I ran my arms along his bare back pressing my body closer to his. I guess our act worked a little too well, for not even a moment later Zak screamed. âGAH FUCK!â
âWhatâs wrong?â I asked as he got off of me.
âSomething scratched my back,â he said. âOh fuck!â He was suddenly tumbling over off of the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. I switched the light on and joined him.
âYou okay?â I asked.
âYeah, Mrs. Wilson just nudged me off the bed,â he said.
âTurn around so I can document this,â I said before running to get a camera. Zak turned his back to me the second I got back. âHoly shit.â
âWhat?â I took out my phone and took a picture of it. I showed it to him and the blood left his face. On his back were three intense scratches. Tiny droplets of blood spurted out of them. âSON OF A BITCH!â
I grabbed my toiletry bag and dug out bandages, a small towel and alcohol. âBite the blanket,â I said sitting in front of his back.
âWhat?â
âIâm gonna clean them up,â I said unscrewing the cap. âBite something before people call the cops on us for murder.â I poured alcohol onto the towel and ran it down Zakâs back. Thankfully he listened and bit down on the blanket so rather than a scream he let out a muffled groan. I blew on the wounds gently then applied the bandages. âOkay youâre good.â I put my first aid stuff and the camera away and checked the night vision cam. It was still running smoothly and caught every single moment of the attack. Once I was done I put the night vision cam back in place and rejoined Zak.
âI think Iâll just sleep down here the rest of the night,â Zak said.
âAlright, um, night I guess,â I said before pecking him on the cheek. I switched the light off and started standing to get back into bed.
âY/N?â Zakâs voice made me freeze and turn back.
âYeah?â
âI know I shouldnât butâŚâ he never finished what he was saying. Instead he leaned in and crashed his lips to mine. The same jolt Iâd felt before was back, only this time it was stronger. My whole body melted into his and we laid back on the floor.
âDo-Do you think we couldâŚâ I said as he sucked on the skin on my neck. âI mean with the camera right there?â
âCameraâs aimed at the bed,â Zak said. âAs long as you donât make too much noise we should be safe.â
I smirked. âNo promises, Bagans.â
He kissed me one more time before helping me off with my shirt. We tossed aside along with my shorts, and panties. Zakâs lips pecked at my breasts. His tongue flicked at my nipples causing a moan to escape from my lips.
âRemind me to apologize to Billy later,â I said.
âI think Iâm just gonna have to edit this footage myself,â Zak chuckled. Feeling more excited now I reached down and started nudging his pajama bottoms down. Zak got the hint and pulled them off; his length springing out hard and thick, just like the rest of him.
âMrs. Wilson is gonna kill us,â I laughed.
âYou forgot to ask me if I give a fuck,â Zak said lining himself up with my entrance. âWhich, by the way, I fucking donât.â He pushed in.
I held on to him as he moved inside me. The feeling was something out of this world. I mean sure, Iâve been with other people before (as Iâm sure Zak has) but none of those experiences compare to the one I was having with Zak. It was like my body was made for his, and vice versa. I thrill of it only added to it. After all Zak wasnât exactly the âfuck on the jobâ kind of guy; on the contrary he was professional at all times. So seeing this change in him now...it felt kind of ballsy...like we were kids again breaking the rules.
Apparently Mrs. Wilson thought the same. âOW FUCK!â I screamed after feeling a sharp pain in my arm. Zak froze.
âWhatâs wrong?â I pulled my arm back and touched it gently. When I pulled my fingers back they were slightly wet.
âMrs. Wilson punished me,â I said. I felt him brush his hand on my arm.
âThat bitch!â he cursed.
âItâs okay, just-just keep going,â I urged him.
âYou sure?â he asked.
âI need to cum real bad so yeah Iâm sure.â Zak started thrusting again.
A few minutes later he groaned. âPlease tell me that was you,â he said.
âWhat was me?â
âFuck!â he groaned. âMrs. Wilson just scratched my ass.â I fought back a giggle and instead addressed the old bitch.
âAlright if I say Iâm going to marry him will you please stop?â I asked Mrs. Wilson.
âWait what?â Zak looked at me shocked. âYou serious right now?â
âZak, Iâve loved you for so long,â I said. âAnd, if youâll let me, I very much want to spend my life with you.â
âI want to spend my life with you too,â he muttered.
âSo...does this mean weâre officially engaged?â I asked.
âI-I guess it does,â Zak said.
Very well⌠I heard someone whisper.
âDid-did she really just give us her fucking approval?â Zak asked laughing.
âI- I think she did,â I chuckled furiously before getting back to the other subject at hand. âNow are you gonna fuck me or do I need to see if Billy is available?â
Zak stopped laughing and growled furiously. âYouâd have to be insane if you think Iâm gonna let another man fuck you instead of me.â He started thrusting harder, and angrier. He was so wild with rage that his cock hit me right in my sweet spot.
âOH FUCK!â
âHuh you like it when I fuck you there?â Zak asked before hitting the same spot again.
âFuck baby, yes yes yes,â I moaned. âRight there, right there, right there.â Tension started to brew within me. âFuck I-I think Iâm gonnaâŚâ My body tensed up and I tightened around his length, damn near screaming his name.
My body trembled as I came down from my high and as I did Zak tensed up and I felt him twitch inside me. He groaned as he emptied himself inside me. Once he was empty he collapsed beside me.
âWho knew pissing off ghosts could be one hell of a turn on,â I said breathless.
âPretty sure that was the best sex Iâve had in my life,â Zak said equally breathless.
âI know that was the best sex Iâve ever had,â I said.
We passed out soon after. The next morning we met up with Nick and Aaron in the lobby.
âSo howâd your plan go?â Aaron asked.
âAmazingly,â I said blushing.
âReally?â he looked at me curiously.
Zak then approached us with Billy in tow. He wrapped his arm around me and pecked me on the forehead.
âSee, I told you it was just an excuse for them to bone,â Nick said.
âDude during an investigation, really?â Aaron judged us hard.
Zak and I just snuggled into each other and flipped him off.
He judged us still a year later as we enjoyed our wedding reception.
âDURING AN INVESTIGATION!â he went on and on.
We ignored him though and just focused on each other, soaking in the love we felt as Mr. And Mrs. Bagans.
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Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook
Read Chapter 1 here
Read Chapter 2 hereÂ
Rated : 18 +
Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also canât keep their hands off each other. Fair warning this has no plot. its just them being idiots .
Chapter 3
âWeâre not doing this here again....this is going to be a one time thing. â I panted into his mouth as he pressed me up against the inside of the supply closet. Jungkook hummed, fingers making quick work of my work pants, yanking them down fast. I stumbled out of them, gasping when he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting my leg up to wrap around his waist, rolling his hardness into me.Â
âThat's probably fair. I canât think straight when youâre around me at the office...you know....makes me think of a thousand things i could do to you...â He leaned into me, kissing along my neck, sucking and biting the thin skin before gently laving it with his tongue.Â
â A thousand? Really?â I laughed despite myself.Â
âSure....your perky little breasts for example. The way your nipples tend to poke out when the Acâs a little too cold.... They look like they can cut glass...â He cupped my breasts through my blouse, thumbing at the tip till I felt my head roll back, hitting the door with a thud. â I want to kiss and lick and suck on them....that's three things right there... I can keep going if you want....â
I groaned.
âthought you wanted me to suck you off.â i muttered. He shrugged.
âChanged my mind. Iâm gonna fuck you just like this.âÂ
I flinched, when he found the edge of my panties, lightly tracing circles on the fabric....
âMay I?â He smirked and it took me a second to realize he was going to tear it off me. A jolt of shock , dosed with desire shot straight through my center and I swelled and ached in all the worst places.Â
âIâm gonna take that as an yes.â He grinned then, eyes piercing through the damp strands of his hair and I felt my heart take a dive, a sudden unexpected swoop of raw unfiltered  affection.
The shock of feeling something positive towards Jungkook made my breath catch in shock.Â
What the actual fuck....
But before I could fully chastise myself for the errant thought, he was yanking on my lace panty, tearing it clean off my thighs and I flinched at how much it hurt, the fabric leaving little welts on the swell of my flesh. He grabbed my thighs, prompting me to hope on and i grinned. Wall sex with Jungkook was always a great experience.Â
I watched as he spread his legs a little, bracing himself against the floor so he could move his hips a bit more. He was pressed right up against me, his torso holding me up against the wall as he used one hand to fumble with his belt, unzipping himself yanking his cock out.Â
âCondom...back pocket...â He grunted and I struggled to slip my fingers into the skin tight slack, pulling out his wallet and grabbing the small foil packet. I tore it open, pressing the square strip to the flushed, leaking head of his kick before sliding the condom down to the base . I stroked him a little and I flinched at the extra ribbed texture of the condom.... That was going to rub my insides raw...
He grunted.
âHands on my shoulder, babe...brace yourself.â He said shortly and I obeyed quickly , vaguely flushing at the  babe....  It was the usual kind of petname he used.Â
Giving me no time to adjust , he lined himself up against me and it took me a second to realize that the momentary distraction in my thoughts had made me go a little dry.Â
And yeah, Jungkookâs dick wasnât the kind of dick you wanted to take dry. I opened my mouth to ask him to wait but it was just a second too late.
My eyes flew open in shock as he fucked right up into me with no preamble or finesse really. The shock of being speared open when I wasnât fully prepared made my breath catch in my throat and I nearly chocked. Fuck, I kept forgetting how much sex with Jungkook just hurt sometime.....
But it was the good kind of hurt, I thought , following his lead and wrapping both legs more securely around his waist , letting him fix our positions against the door with some modicum of stability.
âOh fuck, youâre so fucking tight today....â He groaned into my shoulder, bracing himself again and gripping me harder, lifting me up and fucking in again, this time with just a little bit more force. I was right about the condom, it felt so abrasive against my insides and somehow, that made me wetter .Â
I liked it when it hurt....Why else would I be so attracted to Jeon fucking Jungkook.Â
He gripped my hair tighter, forcing me to stare at him.Â
âSeeing you with Namjoon hyung.... i didnât like it.â He bit out aggressively, reaching up to bury one hand in the back of my hair. He yanked hard, enough to make me yelp and I bit my lips, trying to remember that we were in the office...that anyone walking outside could hear if I didnât keep it down.Â
Jungkook rolled his hips up into me and it felt like he was hitting my center my entire body shaking from the sensation....he was so fucking big , I wanted to cry... He moved again , alternating his deep thrusts with a gentle rolling motion and that sexy little swivel, exactly the way I had wanted Namjoon to the previous night.... But he hadnât because he wasnât Jungkook...No one could be Jungkook....Â
âFuck... Please...â I gripped his shoulders hard, hating the expensive suit between my fingers and his skin. God i wanted to touch him so bad.
âDonât know who I was punishing that day, not fucking you through...not cumming in your filthy little cunt...Nothing I like more than filling you up, dollface, you know that right...love the way you look when I spill into you...so fucked out and debauched like someone ran a fucking train on you....â He was panting, breathless. I gripped his hair , loving how the long wet strands felt in my hands. I pulled hard trying to move my hips to meet his but it was impossible to keep up with his speed.Â
âSay my name..â He whispered roughly , kissing my chin and then tugging on my lip with his and I panted it out...muffled and slightly garbled.Â
âProperly.... Tell me who you belong to.â He snarled, the grip in my hair tightening and he pushed into me even harder and I felt my legs quiver .
â You... I... you.. belong to you... Jungkook... â I managed and he chuckled.
âNamjoon hyung is somewhere in the building..... â He grinned against my skin, licking and mouthing across my jaw and I felt so sexy and dirty at the wetness as it dried on my skin. Jungkook continued, breathing each word out into my skin in the wake of his wet , wet tongue â Heâs sitting in his office thinking he has some sort of chance with you but he doesnât know...doesnât know how fucking dirty and wet you get for me...âÂ
I clenched around him and it was humiliating how much it turned me on...this toxic trait of his, the way he seemed to loathe me every second of the day and yet somehow believed I was his...only his...his to fuck and his to hate.,...Â
My thighs ached from being held up so long, my back was definitely a little frayed from being pushed against the wall and I could feel the tell tale signs of orgasm ....Â
 And yet somehow he was still keeping up the pace and I finally looked at him, right into his eyes, and suddenly,. without warning it was the raw, aching want and desire in his eye that tipped me over, wringing my orgasm straight out of me.Â
The shock of it blew me away. Iâd never cum so fast before. And definitely never because of how  he  looked. Feeling my heart palpitate inside me, I punched his shoulders. Jungkook didnât slow down, faking me right through the crescendo of pleasure, ramming in harder now and with more force because it was his own pleasure he was chasing and I could feel my muscles scream , my mind supplying helpfully that walking was going to be a fucking struggle after this. Â
He grunted as he finished, spilling into the condom . He was trembling a little and if it werenât for the inhuman strength in his gorgeously muscled thighs, we would have crashed to the floor in a wet and messy puddle of sweat and cum by now.
 I stared at the opposite wall, feeling entirely too many emotions ....emotions that felt incredibly incredibly out of place , being directed at a guy who didnât even like me.Â
I had to get out of here.Â
âGet off me.â I panted, shoving him just a bit too hard and he pulled out at once, clearly surprised . My body protested the harsh movement and I felt my insides throb, the pleasure beginning to ebb and being replaced by an almost unbearable soreness. I had to bite down on his shoulder for a second, just to muffle the agony.Â
âJesus , give me a minute...â He panted, lowering me to the ground. I pushed him again, my legs giving out under me and I crashed to the floor.Â
Jungkookâs eyes went wide in shock and concern and it was so out of place on his face that I felt my heart stutter.Â
âAre you alrigh-?âHe made to reach for me but I kicked out, ignoring the pain throbbing through my body. My foot connected with his shin and he grunted.
âOw...what the fuck , Areum..â He hissed, stumbling a bit. I ignored him , looking for my clothes. Jungkook was getting rid of the condom and buckling himself up. When he moved to help me up again I pushed his hand away.Â
âDonât touch me fuck...â I snapped, grabbing the torn fabric of my underwear and stuffing it into my jacket pocket. I grabbed my work pants, hopping to get into them as fast as I could.Â
âYou literally just came so why the fuck are you acting like this?â He glared at me and I frowned.
âActing like what... Isnât this what we do Jungkook? Shoot daggers at each other when weâre not fucking?âÂ
He growled.
âFuck, I keep forgetting what a prickly little bitch you are....â He sneered and I finished buttoning up my pants.Â
âAnd youâre a fucking perv... This is our office. Iâm supposed to be respectable employee here not a-â I stopped, shaking my head .Â
He grabbed my elbow , pulling hard.
âNot a what? A slut? â He smirked, pecking my forehead, â donât worry, your secret is safe with me.â
I shoved him again.
âNever again. â I said firmly, â We do it in your palce or mine. I donât wanna be called a -â
âDonât wanna be called Jeon Jungkookâs personal whore...although thats exactly what you are.... Got it.â He looked entirely too smug as he leaned against the wall smirking as he watched me struggle with the door.Â
I glared at him.Â
âThis is why I should have just gone to Namjoon. At least he calls me his baby. Not a whore.âÂ
The smile slipped off his face with alarming speed.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â He growled and I shrugged.Â
âYou heard me....â
âStop using my fucking brother to make me jealous...It doesnât work. It pisses me off because heâs a great guy and we all know that you canât get off with anyone but me. â He snarled and I rolled my eyes.
âDonât fucking flatter yourself. I like him. Heâs a nice guy.â I said sharply and I wasnât lying. Namjoon was a nice guy. A great guy. I was just fucked up and did not like nice guys.Â
âThen why the fuck were you literally gagging for it when I dragged you in here?â He glared and I shrugged.
âBecause youâre right. Youâre a good fuck and Iâm just gonna keep using  you until I settle down with a nice, handsome guy like your brother.âÂ
Jungkook smirked.
âItâs so sexy, the way you mouth off at me even when youâre struggling to stand up because I dicked you down too hard.....Just wait, next time you wonât be walking for days. Might even whip out your friends, those handcuffs. Leave you chained to my bed for a couple of days. â
I gave him the finger before slipping out of the closet.Â
Author note : if you guys have any requests for scenes or kinks send it in ..... đĽľđĽľđĽľ I'm loving this universe and will probably work on it for a while.....
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Eight Second Ride
Part Three-
(Part Two)
âSo you are telling me-â Aedion scowls from the other side of her bed, âyou ditched me for a sweaty bull rider and didnât even last an hour into the date?â
Aelin shoves a spoonful of cookies and cream ice cream into her mouth and sniffles. âThatâs all you got from my story?â
He slings an arm over Aelinâs shoulders and she lays her head on his chest gratefully. Sheâd caught an Uber back to her apartment where Aedion was already camped out waiting for her.
One look at her mascara smeared face, and heâd made a pillow fort on her bed. Complete with ice cream and âLittle Womenâ playing on his phone.
âNo, I got the whole chauvinistic asshole, bit.â Aedion stabs his spoon into the container and breaks up a particularly large piece of Oreo. âI just decided to focus on the part that doesnât make me want to leave you hear and go and kill him right now.â
âI thought cowboys were supposed to be classy.â Aelin watched Jo play with her sisters in their attic on Aedionâs tiny screen. âTake city girls into the country to ride a horse and show them a bigger purpose in life, kind of shit.â
âHallmark is such a liar.â Aedion huffs and squeezes her shoulder a little tighter. âIâm sorry, Lin. I know going out tonight was a big step for you. Itâs a shame he acted the way he did.â
It was rare Aelin acted on a whim these days. Not like she used to do when she was in high school. She felt a pull to go with Rowan, but her gut had led her into a situation that could have gone south very quickly.
Itâs a hard thing when you canât trust yourself.
âNo. I shouldnât have gone. Especially not alone.â Aelinâs feels her thoughts drifting. Creeping towards that iron box of memories she keeps locked tight. âItâs my mistake.â
âNo.â
The fervor in Aedionâs voice draws her attention up to his face, and Aelin is jarred by the intensity of his expression. âAedion-â
âItâs not your fault.â His voice is gravely, and his blue eyes flicker like the heart of a flame. âI donât give a shit what that bastard thought you accepting his invitation meant. You donât owe him sex because he buys you a drink.â
âAedion-â Aelin tries to interrupt again. A new wave of tears burns her eyes, but Aedion is on a roll and he isnât going to quite down until he gets out whatâs on his mind.
âYou donât deserve to be treated like an object that can be bought.â Aelin canât look him in the eyes any longer, but a calloused hand guides her face to the crook of his neck.
âHis friends are shitty. He should have made them shut up. Ogling you, and making you feel unsafe and uncomfortable arenât funny jokes.â Aedion goes on as Aelin sniffles into his shirt.
âYou deserve respect. It doesnât matter what you are wearing, what he buys you, or what his expectations are. His behavior isnât your fault.â Aedion whispers against the top of her head.
Aelin wraps the arm that isnât squished under her, around his waist. âI love you, Brother Wolf.â
âI love you too, Fireheart.â Aedion kisses her forehead and tugs her closer, the old terms of endearment are exchanged between them with ease.
âI know you are still dealing with everything that happened a couple years ago. Iâm happy to remind you how worth it you are whenever you need.â
Aedion was an island of safety in the turbulent ocean of her life. Even when Aelin was small, sheâd often go to him before her own parents with her problems. He was steady, and calm. The exact opposite of her own personality.
After the incident, he hadnât rested until she was safely at his side again. Aedion stood by her faithfully as she picked up the broken pieces of her life and held her hand as she tried to make something new from them.
âHow come you already had this movie downloaded onto your phone?â Aelin teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood. âDid you suddenly develop a sense of taste?â
Aedion purses his lips. âLysandra said this movie is, and I quote, the most accurate depiction of the female experience.â He shakes his head. âIâve tried to watch it three times, and I still canât figure out what itâs even about.â
âYou are a simple minded creature, cousin.â Aelin grabs her spoon and scoops a melty bite of ice cream into her mouth. âThank you for coming over.â
âAnytime, Lin.â He leans his cheek on her head as the scene on his phone shifts from the cooler grey tones of the present, back to the warm colors that represented better days. âAnytime.â
~~~
The day started off better than she expected.
Aedion was gone when she woke up- he had to rise at an ungodly hour to make it to the fire station on time.
Yet, he set her alarm clock for her so Aelin woke up in time to get ready for work. Heâd also set a glass of water and an Advil tablet on her bedside table to curb the headache she was sure to have from crying.
Aelin made it out the door with enough time to stop and get coffee on the way. She even splurged and got a chocolate hazelnut Frappuccino with enough sugar to smooth her wounded feelings.
It was going so well, Aelin should have known it was the universe winding up to screw her.
It was only a couple hours before she closed shop when Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through her front door.
âHoly shit, itâs you.â Were the first words from his mouth. His dark eyebrows lifted in surprise. âRowan is going to flip when I tell him I actually found you.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Aelinâs slammed a stack of books on the counter.
Lorcan looked pensive. âRowan said you mentioned owning a book store-â he drags a hand through his dark hair. âI felt like I ruined his chance with you, so I thought I maybe if I apologized-â
âLet me stop you there,â Aelin didnât bother looking at him as she labeled books and organized them into stacks. âYou didnât ruin anything, you didnât help, but he screwed up all by himself.ââ
âHe realizes that,â Lorcan quickly defends, his voice gruff with irritation. âIf I can give him your number Iâm sure he will grovel for himself.â
Aelin rolls her eyes and slides another stack to the end of the counter. âYou donât get it.â
âGet what?â She can tell heâs losing his patience with her. Lorcanâs remorse only went so far, apparently.
Aedionâs words from earlier rang in her ears as she repeated them back to the man. âHe was overbearing the entire time. Had double standard opinions about my life, and disrespected my boundaries.â
Aelin watched as Lorcan shifted on his feet, itching to say something but obviously refraining. Measuring his words carefully he looked her dead in the eye. âLook. He was just trying to impress you. Rowan doesnât go out often. Donât you think you are blowing this a little out of proportion?â
Red. Aelin saw red. Tasted it. Like iron in her mouth. Or maybe that was just the blood from biting her tongue so hard. âIâm working right now. You donât strike me as extremely literate, but I have to ask for you to either buy something or leave.â
Lorcan glowered at her. âFine.â He turns to walk out, but Aelin hears him call her a bitch under his breath.
Just then, Elide walks inside the shop doors. A backpack slung over her shoulder, finished with her classes at Rifthold U and prepared to work the evening shift with her.
Aelin is relieved for the interruption and about to take full advantage of it, when the small, brown-haired girl catches sight of Lorcan and beams like a rutting lighthouse.
âLorcan! I didnât know you were coming into my work, what a surprise.â
Elide. One of her best friends, runs up to the six-two tower of misogynistic cow boys and flings her arms around him. Hugs him.
Ellie she recalls the name being thrown out last night. She hadnât put two and two together. Ellie was a common name. Of all the people in this city it had to be Elide, Aelin mentally bemoans.
She wonders if Elide knew how her cowboy behaved when she wasnât around.
It doesnât matter. Lorcan is all too aware of Aelinâs eyes boring into his skin, and knows he needs to make a quick get away.
âEllie,â Lorcan pulls away from her. âI just had to see this book shop you are always talking about.â
He kisses her head, and looks at her with feigned remorsefulness. âI must have gotten your shifts mixed up in my head, though. Iâm afraid I have to go. We booked a training time for six and I need to brush down Nettie before we start.â
âOh,â Elide says, a look of genuine disappointment on her face. âThatâs fine. Are we still on for a movie tomorrow?â
âWouldnât miss it,â he promises. He pecks her one more time on the lips and tips his chin towards Aelin. Anger still bubbling in his eyes. âGood day, maâam.â
Aelin releases a breath when the doors close behind him.
âIâm so sad I missed him.â Elide frowns, tossing her back pack behind the counter. âAt least you got to meet him. What did you think? Heâs absolutely dreamy, right?â
Aelin chokes back a gag. âYeah. He was really charming.â
âAnd get this,â Elide smiles. âHeâs a cowboy. Like an actual, real life cowboy. He rides pulls and does team roping. Itâs sexy.â
Aelin canât hide the grimace this time. âYou are like my baby sister. I never want to hear the words sexy from your mouth again.â
At least, never in the context of Lorcan. Theyâd had plenty of boy talk before.
âHe even carries a rope.â Elide wags an eyebrow. âBetter to tie me up when we-â
Aelin holds a book over her face. âIâm not listening to this! I will file a report with HR.â
Elide laughs. âYou are the boss, Lin. You know we donât have an HR.â
âI need to get one now,â Aelin grumbles. âI donât need an image of yours and Lorcanâs naked asses in my head.â
She wanted Lorcan out of her head entirely. Along with Rowan and the rest of their cadre.
âFine,â Elide sighs wistfully. âOne day you will be in love and I wonât hold it against you when you want to talk about whatever babe you wind up with.â
Her eyes get a mischievous glint. âActually- Lorcan has some really cute friends. I could set you up with?â
Aelinâs brain banks. âNo. No thank you. I like being alone. Iâm more than enough company for myself.â
âCome on, a double date would be fun!â Elide whines and tugs on her arm. âYou never go out any more. We could have a great night out.â
An image of the twins cutting lines on the bar flash across her mind and make her shudder.
âI said no, Elide.â Aelin says a bit more harshly then she intends, but Elide gets the point and backs off.
âSorry. I wonât mention it again.â Instead of anger she looks at Aelin worriedly.
She kind of hates that more.
âThanks.â She shakes her head and tries to clear the residual stress from her head. âI have to set up a new shelf display. Want to help?â
Elide lights back up at the prospect. She loved designing and organizing. They have a great time setting displays up together and Aelin knew it would take her mind away from the tension sheâd created.
She just really hoped that Elide dating Lorcan wouldnât drag any drama into her own life. Aelin didnât care what half asses excuses Lorcan made, she wasnât interested in seeing Rowan again.ďżź
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t r e a c h e r o u s - final chapter
The one where you are Sebastianâs girlfriend, but Chris canât get enough of you.
Due to the age gap between you and Sebastian, your boyfriend has a hard time feeling sexually attracted to you. In order to save your relationship, he invites Chris to have sex with you while he watches, hoping that the voyeurism will awaken his arousal and jealousy. Soon, heâll learn that inviting his best friend into his relationship may have just been the worst mistake he ever made, when Chris finds himself unable to let you go after his role is done.
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A/N: this is it, guys! Treacherousâ final chapter! Itâs probably the filthiest thing Iâve ever written and so far out of my comfort zone, but maybe thatâs why Iâm so proud of it đ Thanks for sticking so far! Iâll probably be announcing my next series soon, hope that you guys will like that as well. If youâre part of my taglist solely for treacherous, but is still interested in my other works, please follow the link in my description or in my masterlist to join another taglist!
Chrisâ P.O.V.
I could see the shock in her eyes when she found me on the other side of the door, despite the pouring rain that had been steadily falling for the last three days in LA. I didnât care about the weather, just like I didnât care that she was in a relationship with one of my best friends. I just had to see her.Â
âChris?â She asked, and held her robe tighter against her body, which she predominantly hid behind the door. It made me irrationally angry. I was aware of the lack of correspondence between that simple action and the intensity of the feeling that overtook my body, but there wasnât anything I could do at that moment. I was too far gone, already.
âWhat? Wasnât expecting to see me? Didnât think Iâd come all the way down here to ask you why the hell youâve been avoiding me like Iâm the devil?â She flinched, but didnât make any movement to show more of herself from behind the door.Â
âFor fuckâs sake, woman, stop hiding from me. Iâve seen you naked before. Iâve had you writhing with pleasure under meâŚâ My voice slowly disappeared as I stared down at her stomach, now visible since I had pushed my way into the house, taking the door away from her. She was tense, her hands trying to cover her belly and failing miserably. âYouâre pregnant?!â
She didnât answer. She didnât have to. That much was obvious. But if my first reaction was to feel desperation at the realization that the woman I loved was that much more unattainable, a small voice in my brain whispered something that left me curious.
âWhoâs the father?â I asked, looking at her directly in the eyes, despite the fact that she was trying to look pretty much everywhere but at me. âY/N.â The way I called her name was a warning in itself, but she still didnât budge. âY/N,â I called again as I took a step closer to her, until we were in fact all but touching.Â
âAnswer me.â I held her jaw tightly but carefully, forcing her to meet my eyes, but she still didnât answer, opting instead to bite her lower lip and look up at me with a desperate look in her eyes. I knew what she was asking for, and so I obliged. âCome here,â I whispered, already pulling her to follow my demand. And then I leaned down and took her lips in mine.
It didnât matter that it was the middle of the night, that she was pregnant and that her boyfriend - my best friend - was sleeping somewhere in that house. All that mattered was her and I and the way it felt when our lips touched.
Her hands came up to my hair and I pulled her up by her ass as best as I could, considering the belly between us. âWhere is he?â I whispered, and she didnât even open her eyes to speak.Â
âOur bedroom.â
âFine.â I took her to the hallway and opened the first door I found, which was of the guest room I had spent a few nights in, oh so many months ago. It shared a wall with the bedroom where Sebastian was currently sleeping in, but the truth was, I did not care. A big part of me, the dark part of me, was kind of hoping he would listen. I wanted him to know that I was fucking his girl, because maybe then sheâd finally be mine.
I unceremoniously dropped her on the bed before crawling over her body, pulling her by the back of her neck so our lips would meet again. I was desperate for her, for her taste, for her warmth, her caresses. Luckily, it seemed like she felt the same way.
âChris,â she whispered as I leaned down to suck on her breasts. They were slightly bigger, I bet they were more sensitive to my touch. I moaned at the thought that soon, they would be filled with the warm milk sheâd need to feed her child. I wanted to have a taste of it too. I wanted to be around to witness the changes, worship the body that was growing another human being.
âI got you, baby.â Carefully, I swirled my tongue around her nipples, appreciating the shiver that took over her body. âDoes it feel good?â I had to ask, to which she breathlessly agreed, one of her hands coming up to lose itself on my hair, keeping my lips attached to her skin. âIâll take care of you.â
The words raised goosebumps over her skin, and I couldnât help but to let my hands follow them until I reached her belly, carefully and softly rubbing it as I continued to kiss her breasts a bit longer.
âIâll always take care of you, baby girl. You just have to say it.â Her eyes met mine, and it was clear that she knew what I meant. âTell me whoâs the father, princess.â She shook her head, her hands coming up to push me away from her, but I captured her wrists before she could, kissing my way to her face again.
I gave her another one of those soul shattering kisses that I hadnât known before we met. I tried to show her what I felt, how much I wanted her, just by the way my tongue invaded her mouth. If she noticed my desperation, she didnât say anything. Quickly, her body lost its tension, her arms escaping my hold to fall beside her body, and she became complacent again.
Good. Thatâs how I needed her to be.
Pressing one last kiss against her lips, I got back to where I was before, now making my way down to where she was already dripping for me. God, I could smell her. She was mouthwatering in every sense. I couldnât wait to have her taste in my mouth again.
And so I delved in, my tongue coming out to slowly swirl her clit around. She moaned loudly, pulling on my hair again. Perhaps she wasnât that worried about Sebastian finding us, either.
The thought spurred me on. I buried my face in her, my nose still bumping her little button as I pressed my tongue as far as it could go inside. I never wanted to forget her taste. When her thighs started to quiver around me, I pushed a finger into her, and she cried out loud, pulling on my locks forcefully. I welcomed the burn. I welcomed any sensation she gifted me.Â
Despite her sensitiveness, I didnât stop eating her out. I couldnât. I wanted to stretch this experience as much as possible. I wanted her forever. And I was going to convince her to choose me tonight.
So I carefully drank her release, slowly pushing my finger in and out of her until she was thrusting back against me again. Only then did I force another finger into her, watching for her reaction before resuming my movements on her clit. She looked so beautiful with her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements. I wished I was able to kiss her all over at the same time, keep having her taste in my mouth while I sucked on her breasts the way I was doing to her little clit now.
I could only imagine how gorgeous she would look further down her pregnancy, when her full breasts and her belly became too big for me to meet her eyes while I was taking care of her needs like I was right now. But I didnât want to have to imagine. I wanted to live it, to be there for her as she gave birth, only to fill her with more babies right after.Â
When she filled my mouth with her essence again, I accepted it was time to move on, although I still would have been happy to spend the rest of my life between her thighs, literally drinking her in. But Y/N seemed eager to get on with it too, as she pulled me to her as best as she could and kissed me again.
Her tongue tried to swipe as much of her own taste as she could, and fuck if she wasnât the sexiest woman Iâd ever slept with. A groan escaped my chest and I pushed her against the bed again, pumping my cock a few times before swiping the blunt head against her clit.
âGuess I donât have to worry about cumming inside of you, right?â My words made her moan, and since she couldnât reach me anymore, she opted to fist the sheets beside her head, trying to move her hips in a way that would get me inside of her faster.Â
Seeing her need, I thrusted into her, but instead of taking my time to let her adjust to my thickness, I only stopped when I bottomed out. And then I immediately started pistoning, fucking her like I hated her. I needed her fucked silly for what I had in mind.
And it didnât take too long to get her there. The tricky part was trying to contain myself, because she was like a fucking aphrodisiac: the simple sight of her naked body - especially now that she was pregnant - was enough to make me ready to burst a nut. But after a few rough thrusts, she was already babbling nonsense, just like I wanted her to be.
I could barely understand my name and little prayers of âoh godâ, and âyes pleaseâ as I kept on fucking her. Just when I felt her cunt start to contract around me, I pulled out, quickly turning her around so I could fuck her doggy style - our favorite. The second I was inside of her again, I pulled her by her hair so sheâd be resting against my thighs.
âWell, now that I have you hereâŚâ I whispered against her ear, enjoying the goosebumps that raised where my warm breath touched her skin. âYouâre gonna tell me. Whoâs the father, Y/N?â
She tried to shake her head when she caught up to my intentions, but I was still firmly holding her hair, just like my other hand was holding her hips against me, so she wouldnât be able to move.
âCâmon, baby girl. By now you must have realized that I will get this out of you sooner or later. Iâll only stop when I do.â One of my hands went around her to caress her belly. Itâs not like the entire world didnât know how crazy I was about having kids. And ever since I saw her full belly, it became clear that I only wanted them if it was with her.Â
The hand that was on her belly went further south to part her lower lips so my middle finger could play with her sensitive clit. I had to bite my lip to stop from grunting when I felt my own digit softly run over my length as I resumed my thrusts in her, this time forcing her to fuck herself against me.
When I felt her fall slack against my chest, I kissed her temple, cooing meanly at her. âAlready tired, baby? I havenât even started with you yet. Unless, of course, this means youâre ready to start spilling some truth to me.â
I fucked her hard, taking sick pleasure from the little gasps and moans that escaped her as I continued to overstimulate the hell out of the woman I loved. This time, when she came again, I didnât stop thrusting, finding just enough self control to fuck her through her orgasm and push it further, until she was bouncing against my body, like a rag doll I could easily manipulate.
âWhoâs. The. Father. Of. The. Baby?â I punctuated each word with a particularly rough thrust, never stopping the little circles I was doing to her clit, even as she was trying to push my hand away from her.
âBabies!â She screamed as she came again, trembling over my body when I finally stopped, confused. What the hell was she talking about?
âWhat?â I asked, and when she didnât answer, I gave another little nudge at her nub and she immediately responded, thrashing around in an effort to escape my touch.Â
âBabies. Theyâre.. Theyâre babies.â As realization struck through me, an even bigger possessive edge took over my body, and my fingers trembled in the effort to control myself.
âHow many?â I asked, softly kissing the crook of her neck as I abandoned her abused clit to run my fingers up her body. Despite my relatively sweet gestures, my voice was ice cold, and I knew she could hear the aggressive undertone of my actions.
âW-what?â It was her turn to question.
âHow many babies? Are they twins?â It took her some time to answer, and I took advantage of it to draw over the edge of her nipples with one of my fingers. When I had enough of waiting, I pulled harshly on them, at the same time biting down on her right shoulder.Â
âY-YES. A boy and a girl. Th-theyâre a boy and a girl.â The need for domination was rising within me. I was in desperate need of some answers. Was the girl of my dreams fulfilling my fantasy with my best friend or was she trying to keep my kids, my wish come true, from me? Nuzzling against her neck, I delivered a single quick slap over her pussy, just to call her attention to me.
âIt could be so easy, baby girl⌠Just to tell me the truth.â Delivering another slap over her sensitive cunt, she almost doubled over with the impact, but I kept her close to me by the hand possessively wrapped around her belly. âIf you tell me theyâre his, Iâll leave just as soon as Iâm done with you. This will be the last time Iâll interfere in your family life. Iâll stand on the sidelines and watch as you two raise your kids, keeping only the memories of your naked body so I can pleasure myself without you.âÂ
She was trembling again, undoubtedly ready to cum yet another time, but unable to comprehend how her body was able to. âBut if theyâre mineâŚâ I continued, releasing a long, shaky breath as I tried to clear my own mind while dealing with this possibility. âWell then, get ready to start fucking screaming, because this will be the last time youâll ever see Sebastian in your life.â
I pushed her roughly down against the mattress again, one hand keeping her head on the pillow while the other adjusted her hips so I could pound her. I didnât hold back this time, I knew I wouldnât be able to keep from cumming for much longer. The thought that Y/N could be pregnant with my kids was too much for me, my balls feeling heavy as they slapped on her clit and my groin and all I wanted to do was to paint her insides with my cum again. So I needed her to cum one last time, and fast.
âTell. Me.â I commanded, fucking her harshly, forcefully, and by now her moans carried more pain than pleasure in their sound, although the latter was still present. âFuckâŚâ I was so close to losing it, I needed to know. My voice wavered as I felt my orgasm approaching, the force of which was so high I felt tears rising to my eyes, much like Y/N, who was already sobbing underneath me. âPlease, baby girl. Please tell me.â
I donât know what did it for her, if it was the tiredness that overcame her after this last orgasm or if the broken tone of my words caught her heart, but when she came this time, she screamed the words I was begging to hear.
âTheyâre yours, Chris. Theyâre yours.â As soon as they were out into the world, I was cumming inside of her, the feeling of euphoria that much higher as I struggled to keep softly thrusting into her, to milk both of our orgasms fully.
My strength disappeared as my muscles relaxed, and I had to adjust myself to fall by her side and not hurt her belly. Immediately, a silly smile appeared on my face, and I reached out to caress it.
âYouâre not lying, right?â She managed to chuckle a little bit, one of her arms hiding her eyes from me.
âI donât think I have enough energy to even do that.â That was all I needed to know. I managed to pull her to me by the back of her neck, kissing her with all I had.Â
âI hope you know Iâm never letting you go.â Y/N smiled softly at me, her hand covering my own, that was still over her belly.
âIâm counting on it.â We stayed like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow, before she suddenly interrupted it with a question I honestly didnât want to think about.
âWhoâs going to tell Sebastian?â
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The Big Bad Wolf ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||
Warnings:Â A bit angsty at first, but otherwise itâs very fluffyÂ
Words:Â 5092Â
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Summary:Â
Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood  Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have Part 4: And They Have Lived Happily Ever AfterÂ
Demetri ponders why his mate doesnât seem to feel what he feels, tries to plan ahead, and makes an important promise to the one person he can no longer be without.Â
What did she dream of?
When her face scrunched like that. When her body twisted like it was trying to escape or flee or maybe curl closer? When her lips moved but no discernible noise escaped them. When she sighed contentedly.
What did she dream of?
When her fingers clenched into thick wool. When her cheek rubbed the same fabric. When vibrant eyes fluttered behind closed lids.
What did she dream of?
He still had no answer despite years of watching her â at least that was how it felt. He could vividly recreate her face in his mind, from the soft curve of her jaw that gave her face that classic oval shape the Swan Sisterâs shared to the iridescence of those big Y/E/C eyes. In reality, he simple hadnât stopped staring since she sort of collapsed into him, her exhausted body no longer capable of keeping her upright once he used the advantages fate had bestowed upon him to try and calm her from her obviously terrified state. Demetri couldnât honestly say he blamed her, being afraid of her current situation. The moment she had stepped on the plane his mate had been subject to stares, the probing and malicious kind of looks that only those who thought they were above you could really give. Those looks gave way to open shock and clear, intense dislike when Demetri ushered her into the small booth of the Private Jet, the one reserved for the Higher Guard only.
To add to her worry, Aro had drifted over before long to discuss her change, Caiusâs open dislike for her enough to make it clear only Demetri seemed to be overly bothered about whether or not she could endure the transformation. He was determined to make it so, bargaining for at least a night of sleep since the poor thing looked so drained. Her sister was pale it was true but there was something about the bags under her eyes that didnât sit well with him. Alone, afraid, his mate looked nothing like the strong woman who had spoken out against the injustice her family were facing, and he would have devoted every last inch of himself to seeing her smile if only the timing was right. But he had scared her to, hadnât he? His reaction to what was obviously a very upsetting scar of all thingsâŚ
It was the principle of the thing! To think someone elseâs venom had entered her bloodstream, that someone else had tasted the alluring wine lingering in her veins! The thought had driven him to near madness as most other things about her had that day. It had started off quite gently, as the mate pull should be he supposed. Her scent had made him pause, watching from a distance as she spied on them with no real idea of the consequences it held for either of them, breathing her in one deep inhale at a time as he tried to figure out why the scent was so alluring â then recoiling in surprise when he realised it was because it was all his favourite scents rolled into something unique and tantalising on the tongue. Curiosity had been the first major emotion, itching at his brain, and when Aroâs impatience had forced him to reveal himself to her, it had been quiet, reverent awe that came next.
Awe that he could have the privilege to gaze upon a creature so lovely, from the red tinge to her cold skin to the soft waves of hair that almost begged him to run his fingers through it. The moment he had dared meet her gaze the world calmed, like a storm had brewed and raged within him without him ever noticing until that moment. There was nothing and no one, not a sound or a directive that could have moved him for the seconds it took the mate pull to thrum in the back of his mind, slowly beginning the momentous task of realigning every instinct and every fibre of his being to her, making her the focal point of his existence. This experience was supposed to be sweet and slow, yet watching her wilt under Aroâs stare, knowing the danger she was in, had only sped it up, fate intervening to ensure he protected what was his so he didnât lose it too soon. The moment his Master leaned forward he knew well his intentions, and Demetri couldnât honestly recall what happened next since his body had took the lead and given his mind a backstage pass to watch the show from afar.
âYouâve been out of sorts since you met her. Is the pull that strong or is there something more at play here?â Felix asked, a low murmur that only their little booth would hear. Though they made no effort to be friendly his friends had, at the very least, kept their conversations at a more human volume so she would not be left out. Even if she did not take part in their discussions she was not excluded from them. Demetri reflexively tightened his grip, still unable to move his eyes from her for even a moment. He still felt like he was on high alert, like he was waiting for the enemy to come crashing in at any moment and take her from his grasp.
âYes Demetri do tell, youâve fawned over her like one might an infant.â Jane looked thoroughly amused at his discomfort and he made a mental note to pay her back for it laterâŚwhen he could think straight. Every now and then, she would inhale deeply, curling tighter into the cloak he had wrapped around her before she had practically fallen into his lap, pressing tighter to his body as he held her close. He couldnât understand it himself. Instinctually she knew, her body justâŚknew, surely? His scent, his presence, it had calmed her as it should. If her body knew to react to this bond, then why couldnât her mind process it? Did she actually feel anything? Did she not have any of the confusing, intense emotion that he felt?
NoâŚno it had to be the bite. That stupid, stupid bite. He couldnât stop seeing it in his mindâs eye. She didnât feel like his, that was the problem. He held her in his arms and she had come with him willingly but she wasnât his, not till he erased that venom and replaced it with his own.
âAlecâŚI have a rather large favour to ask you.â He said finally, looking up at him. The boy tilted his head, silently studying the tracker before he nodded once.
âThen ask.â He invited. Even now he had to fight to keep his gaze on Alec, his eyes already itching to look back down and watch her expressions shift as she dreamed. It would be the last dream she ever had. He hoped it was a pleasant one.
âI need someone with me Alec, I cannot turn her aloneâŚI suspect they know that, that that is my punishment for my disobedience on the battlefield earlier. I would have no one else do it anyway butâŚAlec if I cannot stop myself, please, I beg you stop me.â Demetri implored quietly. Alec seemed surprised at the intensity of the agony that was conveyed in his eyes. Demetri couldnât really have explained it either, but every thread of his existence was tied so inextricably to herâs in the space of a few short hours that all he knew was that to lose her would be to lose himself. It had all happened so fast it was dizzying, but slowly the fog was clearing and his way out of this mess was clear. Turn his mate, ensure her safety throughout her newborn year, then they were both home free having proven their loyalty to one another and their coven â whether Y/N was there by a deal or by choice.
âWouldnât my gift be more effective at dissuading you?â Jane wondered.
âIt would also be a wonderful way of ensuring I bite down and pull her throat out with my teeth.â Demetri pointed out, flinching slightly at the grotesque mental image.
âI can strip your taste. You would not want to keep feeding as it would feel pointless then.â Alec said finally. It was as close to an agreement as Demetri knew he would get and he nodded his gratitude as the jet began to descend. She stirred multiple times, his little human struggling to return to slumber each time she awoke as they moved between the landing strip and the Castle, something not even the warm embrace of his cloak could cure. She was blazing like a fire in his arms but seemed content with the temperature, dozing on his shoulder and then his bed after he left her cocooned there. Since she liked the warm, he made sure to stoke the fire before showering. He stayed under the warm water a long time, mind swirling with a number of burgeoning thoughts he couldnât seem to shift.
His mate was right in the other room and yet she felt so far away from him. His whole life had changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and the price he was paying felt far too high. Her life was quite literally at stake, hanging in the balance where the only thing stopping the momentum from tipping too far to the wrong side was his self-control. Demetri had only ever bitten with the intent to feed, never feeling compelled to create company given he had never been a nomad and alone. Did he even have the self-control for this? The thought plagued him because that was his punishment, and he knew he had to endure for the sake of Y/N and himself. To lose her would be to condemn himself, yet with Chelsea on their side he was sure if Aro still felt he was of use he would never escape that particular torment.
By the time he had stepped out, dried and changed into something comfier than his official battle uniform, Y/N had slipped out of his cloak to curl up in front of the fire instead. With a pillow trapped between her chest and her knees, she hugged them close and stared into the flames, face half-covered by fabric and eyes red rimmed. It wasnât difficult to smell the salt lingering on the damp fabric and understand what had happened in his absence. Oh, how his heart brokeâŚ
âI thought you were sleeping.â He said. She jumped, furiously wiping at her eyes before she somewhat relaxed again into her original position. She had tied her hair back now, long Y/H/C waves messily scraped into a bun that hadnât managed to capture every strand. He felt another painful pinch in his chest when she refused to look at him.
âI donât really sleep.â She mumbled. Demetri frowned slightly, inching closer to test her boundaries. She didnât say anything, merely let him slip ever so slowly until he was sitting beside her, his knees drawn up so he could rest his forearms on them â and keep his feet away from the fire. They sat in silence for a long while, Demetri counting every painful minute in his head as they ticked by, moments with his mate draining away like sand in an hourglass he could never get back. Why was it so hard to talk to her? Every time he opened his mouth he closed it again almost immediately, not knowing if something he said might set her off or upset her more. What did she speak about to othersâ? So much to learn and so little time till she was lost to the thirst for a whileâŚ
âForgive me, for the way I acted when we returned to your home. It wasâŚselfish.â He settled on that, a safe enough topic he supposed given it was the only real experience they had shared together.
âYeah, it was.â she couldnât seem to bring herself to speak any louder than a mumble. Demetri grimaced a little bit, staring into the fire dejectedly.
âI spoke without thinking, reacted without really thinking either, about the pain that wound must have caused you.â He continued.
âIâve felt worse pain.â She frowned deeply and Demetri couldnât help but flinch.
âSuch as?â he asked, though the sense of foreboding growing in his gut told him he already knew the answer, deep down. Y/N looked furious with him then, her big eyes turning on him with so much hostility he could have sworn she might have actually won if she lunged to fight him in that moment. The anger and upset that radiated from her bled into him, seeping through the cracks in his calm façade and piercing his unbeating heart. He would have given anything to remove that look from her face, that pain in her chest.
âSuch as? Such as! Are you aware that youâve just taken me away from my family, the people I love, without even letting me say goodbye? Do you even comprehend how much I donât want to be here? That the only reason I am is because you and me are supposed to be this miraculous soulmate story incarnate when the reality is the only thing you feel for me is utter disgust?â she snapped. Demetri wasnât certain she knew for a fact she was crying, or how much her words wounded him, but he couldnât keep the offense off of his face. It was a mortal blow to his ego and his pride, his character as a man, yet as furious as he wanted to be with her he still couldnât bring himself to be. She was young and hurting, deeply wounded and trying to create a chasm between them where fate wouldnât allow it to exist in an effort to deal with that hurt.
âI do not feel disgust for you nor was it my choice to bring you here! You made a deal with Aro knowing full well the terms which you were agreeing to. You are the reason you are here Y/N, and so long as you choose to stay with me my every effort will be expended into protecting you from yourself. Foolish girl, can you not see he has us both trapped? That we are both being punished here? My own disobedience may have sped up the arrival of your fate but it is one you readily signed yourself over to.â he hissed.
He hated it. The revulsion boiled and writhed in his gut as he ground his teeth together, his mind buzzing with a thousand other angry words he forced back down his throat lest he make things worse. None of this was right. He shouldnât be arguing with her like this. They should be happy, shouldnât they? Happy as everyone else who was lucky enough to find their mateâŚshouldnât they?
âI donât have a choice, and neither did you,â She reminded him, âor clearly you would have chosen less damaged goods.â The air between them was polluted with their anger, their grief, and yetâŚher voice wavered. The sentence itself was so wrong but the tone of her voice, the way her hand moved to her throat, that pinched expression that suggested she was tortured by her own insecurities, was really what gave it away. How could he be angry at her now? With a drawn out sigh, Demetri scooted slightly closer and turned himself toward her, scrutinising her side profile.
Y/N closed her eyes, no doubt sensing his gaze and wishing it would leave her skin. He reminded himself she was fragile, that his little human would shatter easily under too forceful a touch, and drew his finger beneath her eye with such care it barely touched her skin and did little to remove the tears he wished he could wipe away. They had started all wrong, but it didnât mean they had to continue the same way. Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe it was the wrong time, but he needed her to know it was something he could move past. He needed her to know that she wasnât damaged goods, that she wasnât something he regretted or felt the need to change â at least not in that way.
His fingers clasped around her wrist, afraid to grip too hard but ever so careful in the way he pulled her palm from her throat. Demetri closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to her temple as she froze up beneath him, feeling the icy tips of his fingers brush her delicate throat. Her pulse hammered beneath the pads of his fingers, blood rushing beneath her paper-thin fleshâŚ
âRelax, trust me.â He whispered, tracing the indents of teeth in hardened flesh. He didnât feel quite so angry about it this time, though he couldnât say he was thrilled by it either. Demetri exhaled slowly, held his breath, and dipped his head a little lower.
âWhat are you doing?â she demanded, jerking her head backward. She didnât move out of his grip though and there was the slightest hint of fear on her face. Demetri shook his head.
âI will not harm you,â he vowed, moving slowly so as to give her time to move away again, âYou are not broken goods Y/N, and the way I see it I _did _choose you, though not consciously perhaps not consciously. Your very soul reached out to mine and I accepted what I knew would be best for me. You were never a choice, you were a necessity.â His bold words had left her utterly stunned and she didnât fight him at all as he placed his lips over the marred flesh of her throat. He placed two kisses against that scar that brought them so much pain, just two, but it was enough to set them on the right path this time. Demetri pulled his head back, watching her carefully as she stared at him in utter astonishment. His head had cleared, his mind set right; he had never been as certain about anything in his life as he was about Y/N, whether the rest of the world was against them or not.
âBut you saidâŚyou said your only hope was toâŚâ she looked so confused in that moment it almost made him swoon. How adorable she was when her nose scrunched like that! He could watch the expression all day, but she needed an answer.
âWhat I said remains true, I have every plan to change you in the same way in the hopes I might not have to remind myself another ever dared lay a hand on you, but there will be contingencies to ensure I do not fail and you are safe. All that matters to me now is that I succeed in this endeavour.â He confessed, settling back against the sofaâs edge once more with a quiet sigh. The silence that followed was far more comfortable than the first one, something more companiable in the air between them. He was pleased she scooted a little closer to him so they could watch the flames together, their crackling no longer drowned out by the exchange of angry words. He wanted to ask her a thousand more questions, get to know her, but there would be time enough for that later on. For now he wished only to bask in this silent moment where things felt more right between them than they had since they met.
âTheyâre hoping youâll kill me, arenât they?â her quiet voice broke that silence a few hours later, as the sun was starting to set in the sky and night fell over Volterra. She was running out of time and Demetri wasnât sure when that had begun to bother him to this extent, but the room was going to feel so empty without her heartbeat to fill the quiet.
âYes. I believe that that is my punishment to endure for my disobedience.â He agreed, voice equally as quiet as he turned to look at her. He couldnât remember when she had placed her head against his shoulder, but she lifted it now to meet his eyes.
âYou didnât do anything wrong though, I did, my mouth got us both in trouble.â She frowned. Demetri chuckled ruefully.
âYour mouth will get you into trouble for a while yet I believe, but my own impudence in placing myself between you and Master Aro was equally as displeasing to them. I wilfully subordinated your sentencing in front of many witnesses outside of our coven, after all.â He grimaced. He would change nothing about that moment, he had decided, not when it brought him so tangibly close to forever with his mate. It was right within his grasp now, an eternity of being fulfilled, happy, of having a purpose beyond the walls he once held so dear â he had something new to protect.
âSoâŚthey want to punish us both thenâŚand being an out of control newborn is only going to make it worse for both of us.â She mused, though she didnât seem in the least bit concerned. In fact, if Demetri had to guess, she was rather looking forward to the chance to raise a little hell within their walls. He was as worried and exasperated by the idea as he was amused by it.
âIndeed it just might, though I promise not to let you get too out of hand.â He nudged her lightly with his arm and she giggled, the sound absolutely melodious to his ears. He almost begged her to do it again purely so he had a better chance to commit it to memory, something to keep him company while she endured the change and reminded him of the better times to come. Finally, it felt like he had done something rightâŚnow he just had to keep that sweet smile in place.
âYou promise huh? Way I see it, its a bit us vs them right now isnât it? If they can be so unfair to you of all peopleâŚâ she trailed off. Demetri felt his own smile fall slightly, his expression somewhat vacant as he pondered the accusation. In truth he did feel somewhat betrayed. Chelsea had actually threatened the Mastersâ when she first brought home Afton and they wanted him killed, yet she received no punishment, so why had he? He was protecting what was rightfully his after all, someone he could never be truly happy without again. What was so wrong about it?
âUs and themâŚâhe echoed, the thought both perturbing andâŚthrilling. She hummed, suddenly pushing up onto her knees beside him, eyes alight with fierce determination.
âYouâre making a lot of promises but thereâs nothing to say youâll keep them soâŚlets make a real promise, right now.â She instructed. His eyebrows rose slightly.
âIn my day and age when a man gives his word it is an ironclad contract little one, the breaking of which eroded his position in society and status as a man.â He replied slightly insulted. Her head tilted.
âWell weâre not in the Bible era anymore soâŚâ she shot him a devilish grin as he snorted and feigned an offended expression, âItâs a real simple promise. Since weâre supposed to be the next Gomez and Morticia, and weâre clearly the only ones willing to see if that can work out, then I say we promise right now itâll always be us against them. Hell, itâll be us against the world if we need it to be. Whatever we doâŚwe back each other up.â She proposed, offering her hand to him. Y/N extended her pinky but left her other fingers curled in, and Demetri wasnât too sure what exactly was expected of him as he mulled over her words.
They felt right. Wasnât this what the mate bond was supposed to be? Someone to always support you? Protect you? Someone to always have your back? If not his mate then who? Maybe the Mastersâ who would so readily forsake his happiness werenât the best choice of alliesâŚ
âThough I do not know what half of your speech actually meant, I can promise you this. Whatever we do, we back each other up.â He agreed, offering her his hand in the hopes sheâd guide him through this next part. Demetri couldnât honestly say he had any clue what was so different about this handshake and how it was any more significant than any other, but as she looped her pinky through his and shook his hand he couldnât help but smile. With a firm nod and a sharp exhale, she suddenly reached down and pulled her jumper off with a flourish, revealing an expanse of pale skin and a wonderfully bright blue lace bra Demetri struggled to look away from as he choked on the air he was breathing.
âOkay so first step, you turn me.â She seemed completely unbothered by her partial nakedness, even when he struggled to stop the venom pooling in his mouth and his fingers from reaching out to drag her closer. She looked entirely confident in him and though he wanted to be flattered Demetri had his mind on very different matters in that moment.
âI â you â Â Alec is going to- to help.â He choked out, eyes wide and completely fixed to her chest. She visibly lost some confidence then, a beautiful, vibrant shade of red painting her cheeks as her arms came up to cross her chest with a squeak.
âO-oh. IâŚI th-think I need a shirt then?â she sounded almost as strained as he felt and with a quick nod he dashed to his closet to find her something appropriate. He dutifully kept his head turned away while she buttoned up one of his shirts. When she cleared her throat to let him know he could look again she was still blushing brightly, and Demetri managed a slightly strained smile.
âSo erâŚAlecâs room is just down the hall, erâŚshall we?â he asked, offering her his hand.
âNo need, I heard my name and decided to drop in.â Alecâs voice was smooth as ever but there was an underlying hint of mischief there that made Demetri tense, and it wasnât until after the deed was done that he dared speak his mind.
âHow much did you see, Alec?â he didnât risk looking at him, not wanting to see the shit-eating smirk he was sure was going to be on Alecâs face. He focused instead on cleaning the blood from her skin and ensuring she was comfortably resting upon his sheets. She started to twitch a bit, a pained grunt escaping here and there as Alecâs mist retreated from them.
âWhat I did or didnât see is of no consequenceâŚthough I think youâre in for an interesting life if sheâs as willing to undress herself for you after the change as she was before it.â His cackling could be heard down the hall as he fled from the room before Demetri could hit him, the tracker closing his eyes and counting to ten before deciding he could let it go for now. He had much bigger things to attend to after all. He had never been one to fuss too much over little things, but suddenly the sheets on the bed were not tucked in enough, the curtains letting in too little or too much light, the air in the room too stale and then too full of scents when he opened the window. There was no such thing as perfection and yet, as she burned, Demetri strived for it.
It felt worth it though, when she finally opened her eyes. It was rather amusing to him to watch her take it all in, the thousands of different smells and the way they tasted in the air, the shimmer of her skin, the speed with which she had sat up and moved. Demetri almost envied her when she finally locked eyes with him, the minute way the vivid red irises widened and the soft gasp that escaped through parted lips telling him she too had felt that momentous pull realigning her entire being with his own â he wished he could experience it again. She approached him with such caution it was almost comical, and Demetri was the one to reach for her first. She jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed into it, letting him hold her hand and squeeze lightly.
âThis feelingâŚâshe whispered, her own voice startling her with the musical notes it now contained. Her fingertips traced soothing patterns against his palm and Demetri held back a contented sigh, too enamoured with watching her explore the new feelings and beginning to understand his position in all of this.
âIntense?â he guessed, lifting his free hand to push back some of her hair. The slightest of scars remained where he hadnât quite managed to cover Rileyâs teeth marks with his own, but the majority of it was gone, sealed over with the same venom that had stopped her heart and ensured she would hand the organ and all it contained to him. She nodded distractedly, following his hand with her head until he caved and cupped her cheek tenderly with a low chuckle. His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly, his heart bursting in his chest. She had done it, his mate had defied them all with a little help and nowâŚnow there was nothing more for them to do than enjoy eternity.
âIs it forever?â she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes. Demetri pulled up the hand that was holding hers, lacing his fingers through her own and leaning down to press his forehead to hers.
âAlways and forever little one, itâs us against the world.â He promised. Their noses brushed as her head tilted, pushing forward and pulling back as if trying to decide if she should or not. Demetri decided for her, meeting her halfway and letting their lips meet in the first of many sweet kisses to come. He had never tasted her blood thanks to Alec, but he was sure now that if the boy had failed at his task he certainly would not have been able to stop and his mate would not have been standing before him, sweet and alive and willingly walking into his embrace. The taste of her was sublime, addictive even, and he knew heâd never tire of kissing her. Though sheâd need to learn to be a little more careful with him first.
A/N: Usually I wouldnât do this but I tried a few new things here today Iâd like some feedback on please! How do you like the taglist? Should I keep it? Add anyone to it? Take anyone off it? And how do you like the idea of a gif or a picture (when I can find them) to brighten up the post a bit? All thatâs left to do now is rejig my Masterlist a bit...Thanks for reading folks.Â
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Shit Talk - JJ Maybank
Request: Hi !! can i please get a boyfriend JJ Maybank x kook!reader, she decides its time for JJ to meet her kook friends knowing that theyâll like him but they ended up liking him a little too much because all they did was flirt & compliment him and they also kept embarrassing reader infront of JJ to make them seem better than her? Basically fake friends trying to steal your gorgeous boyfriend out of jealousy and reader starts to cry because of this and JJ gets angry!! đâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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JJ slammed the door on your suv as he got out, eyes already on the large plantation style home you were parked in the horseshoe driveway of. Despite the sunglasses he was wearing he shielded his eyes as he stared at the opposing building. âCan we talk about why youâre forcing me to come to this party if you hate all the people here?â Â
âCause theyâre my friends from school. Sarah will be there too, I donât hate Sarah.â You reasoned, grabbing the card for your friendâs birthday and making sure you had everything else on you. Keys tossed to JJ over the hood of the car as you slammed your own door shut. He slipped the lanyard around his neck. Â
âNo, but you constantly bitch about everyone else.â
âItâs cause theyâre the worst.â You shrugged. And they were truly the worst people you knew. Like all the mean girls from every teen drama rolled into one ultimate evil entity, these girls were literal demons but you were obligated, through school hierarchy and the desire to not ruin your social standing, to attend social gatherings like birthday parties. And youâd been blowing them off lately to spend all your time with JJ. Â
âBut weâre going?â
âYes.â
âIâm so confused.â JJ confessed, âyou know if you donât like someone, donât hang out with them.â
âSays the most likable person I know.â You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the front door. Â
âHey, just cause everyone likes me but that doesnât mean I hang out with people I donât like. Except youâŚbut I really needed a new phone so-â Â
You stopped to turn and smack his arm, a fake gasp leaving your lips as if you were truly offended by his teasing. âJJ! Shut up. Youâre such a jerk.â
âAnd yet you like me.â
âMaybe.â You shrugged, âIâm good at faking it.â
âIâve seen you with people you donât likeâŚyouâre incapable of fake nice.â He replied. Â
âPrepare to be amazed.â You leaned up, closing your eyes and pressing your lips to his for a kiss only to be interrupted by the door opening and the distinct squeal of your most hated friend. You pulled away and turned around so fast you practically gave yourself whiplash. Â
âOh my god you made it!â Scarlett bounced out of the house, wide smile on her face as crossed the threshold and wrapped you in a tight hug. Despite dry hair and skin that looked like sheâd just applied a layer of body shimmer her bikini was slightly damp against your cover-up. Â
âHey! So sorry weâre late I was halfway out the door when I saw myself in the bathing suit I was gonna wear and had to changeâŚit was not cute.â  You lied, returning the hug. Youâd pit stopped first to buy a last-minute card and take money from the atm and then to get coffee. As you had reasoned with JJ, there was no way you were surviving this pool party without caffeine in your system. Â
âLies, you look good in everything.â Scarlett insisted though sheâd definitely sung a different tune in the past. Her eyes landed on JJ as she stepped back and she smiled, âwhose this?â
âOh, duh, this is my boyfriend JJ, I figured when better to introduce everyone than at Ashleyâs party.â You offered, stepping aside so you werenât blocking him. Â
âFor sure,â She did a once over of him like he was merchandise and JJ only smiled, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying anything you would be pissed at him for. He would save his comments for the sanctity of the car. âWell Iâm Scarlett, thereâs a lot of people here so if you forget just let me know and Iâll tell you.â Â
âAwesome.â He replied. Scarlett grabbed his free hand, pulling him away from you and beginning to drag him inside the house as you followed behind. He looked back at you, mouthing an âIâm gonna kill you.â
âAirpodsâ You mouthed back, âand you love me.â
He shook his head, a grim expression on his face but you knew he was only joking. Â
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Despite the entire crowd being contained to the outside pool deck and yard you lost Scarlett and JJ relatively easily. Or, Scarlett lost you so she could spend quality time cozying up to your boyfriend. While you felt bad leaving him to the wolves while you found the drink table and chatted with Sarah, you werenât too worried about him otherwise. You had heard all about JJâs past womanizing from a wealth of jealous pogues but you didnât have any doubt that he was faithful. Â
He was a great boyfriend, better than any guy youâd dated before. Too good to be subjected to a round table of Scarlett, Ashley, and their friends. So you grabbed yourself a drink and headed over to save him. Â
âOh my god and one time-â Scarlettâs voice died off as she saw you getting closer to them and she smiled at you in faux excitement, âoh hey!â
âHey,â you nodded at her before turning to look at JJ, âhey there you are.â Â
âWe were just getting to know JJ. You know, vet him and all.â Scarlett replied, leaning over her armrest to grab JJâs arm. He shrugged her off and shifted in his seat.
âExciting.â
âYou wanna sit?â He asked, tilting his head back to look at you, pleading eyes begging you to sit down. Â
âOh I donât think thereâs a chair.â Ashley piped up, looking around the table. Four other girls occupied the chairs around them. Â
âNo problem, Iâll make do.â You tapped on the arm of JJâs chair, smiling at Ashley when he moved the chair so that you could comfortably sit on his lap. He put and arm around your waist to keep you secured and laid a kiss on the side of your neck. Â
âOh, good.â Scarlett forced a smile, jaw tense. âAnyway, I was just telling JJ, do you remember that time in 8th grade when we went on that double date to the ice rink on the mainland.â Â
You paled almost immediately. She was really going to play that game. âUhâŚno.â Â
âOh my god!â Scarlett turned more toward JJ, wide smile on her face, âFirst of all, she was so chubby in 8th grade like thank god for hitting the gym and doing those CrossFit classes cause you looked like a potato. Plus she ate like everything! Do you remember that? You had like a hotdog and fries and ice cream and then we were skating and she said she didnât feel good and she blew chunks all over the guy! Who was it, I canât remember his name?â Â
âI have no idea.â You replied. Â
âOh my god I totally remember that!â Ashley laughed. âSomeone videoed it and put it up on the schoolâs insta...it was hilarious.â Â
âDoesnât really sound it.â JJ said, grip tightening. Â
âYouâre way cuter than he was anyway,â Ashley mentioned, âI think he was like a family friend or something. And youâve stuck it out too, how long have you guys been dating?â Â
âThree months.â Â
âItâs good itâs the summer. You can get out before you have to experience hibernation weight.â Scarlett added and the other girls around the table laughed at the joke. You smiled nervously, trying to look unbothered by what they were saying. You should have known that the moment you sat down the attack would start, Scarlett had her eye on JJ the minute she walked out of the house. Â
âWhat?â JJ was not laughing. Â
âOh my god, I donât know what she does but she always gains likeâŚwhat is it? Like 15 pounds?â
âYeah.â You nodded. Â
âLike 15 pounds in the winter.â Â
âYeah get her while sheâs still cute cause you are way too hot to spend time stuck with someone who bloats up every winter.â Ashley replied. Â
âI canât believe I havenât seen you around, Ashleyâs right youâre super hot.â Â
Suddenly Ashley smiled, reaching across the table to tap the space in front of you and get your attention. âOh, oh my god do you remember okay, so this one time-â Â
âActually, I gotta go. I got work.â JJ said, cutting her off. He bounced his knee to signal for you to get up, âbabe,â
âYeah, of course, Iâll see you guys later.â You stood, trying to remember if JJ had told you that he had a shift today. You couldnât think but then your mind was swimming with their insults. You were only vaguely aware of JJ grabbing your hand. Â
âSeriously? Youâre ditching in the middle of the party?â Scarlett asked, offended that he was leaving and even more so that he was leaving with you. Â
âYeah well,â JJ shrugged, looking over at her, âif I stay any longer Iâll probably punch one of you in the mouth so, not really in the mood to sit around and listen to you bullshit about my girlfriend.â Â
âWe were just joking!â Ashley insisted, âWerenât we joking?â Â
âI wasnât laughing.â JJ replied. He tugged on your hand when you didnât move, âcome on.â Â
The two of you excited the backyard and made it all the way to your car, JJ slipping in the driverâs side as you sat in the passenger seat, still trying not to have an absolute meltdown in front of him. And in front of the security cameras they would probably check later just to see if they made you cry. Â
âThanksâŚâ You muttered, leaning against the window. Â
âYou werenât kidding, they are the worst.â JJ replied as he backed down the driveway. In the santity of the car he could say what was actually on his mind and it was extensive. Â
âI know.â You did know, youâd been dealing with it since you were in kindergarten and Scarlett told you that you had fat thighs. âScarlettâs known me forever so she has years of embarrassing stories.â Â
JJ nodded. He took one hand off the wheel and reached over to hold your hand. âYou know I think youâre beautiful right?â Â
âYes.â Â
âYes you know and believe me or yes I donât want to talk about it anymore so Iâm agreeing with you?â He asked, glancing over at you.
You bit your lip to stop from smiling, âif you know which one it is, why are you asking?â
âCause I want it to be the first one?â He said. âThose girls are seriously the worst.â Â
âWell I hang out with them less now that Kie goes to school with me but I still have to see them sometimes. I canât avoid it.â
âYeah I know.â Â
âThanks for coming, and for saying youâd punch them in the mouth.â You said, laughing a little as you recalled the horrified look on Ashleyâs face when he said that. Â
âThem and anyone else who talks shit on you.â He replied. Â
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