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babeydollx · 10 months ago

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Jealousy | JJ Maybank

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, fingering.

୨୧ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, JJ gets jealous of Y/N's friendship with John B after Y/N comes back from a 2 month long trip.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.5k

୨୧ Author's Note: Damn, this was the first fic I ever wrote two years ago, it's fairly obvious by the writing lmao. I am going to be reuploading all of my fics to match the changes I am making to my blog so.

You sat by the fire. Taking in the crisp autumn air around you, you’re happy to finally get to see your friends again, especially your boyfriend. You’ve been gone for two months with your parents because of your father’s work. JJ walks over to you with two beers in hand then passes you one.

“I’m so glad I get to see you again babe..” JJ smiled sitting down before giving you a gentle kiss on your head. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad too. I really missed this.” You said as he wrapped an arm around you. “Hey! Don’t hog Y/N! We missed her too.” Kiara said with a chuckle as she sits beside you, pulling you away from JJ into a hug. You laugh and hug her back, then look over to JJ. He looked annoyed.

“Ok Kie.. I get that you missed her but, I’d like to spend sometime with my girlfriend. It’s been two months since I’ve got to see her.” JJ said with a sigh. “Oh come on JJ.” John B said as he sat down with the rest of you. “She’s our best friend too, we missed her as much as you did.” “Sorry babe.. looks like you have to share for a little bit.” You giggled softly but blew him a kiss to make him feel better.

JJ chuckled quietly and pretended to catch it in his hand and put his hand over his heart. “Okay I get that you two love birds missed each other, but please, save that shit for later.” Pope said as he sipped his beer. You jokingly flipped him off. That’s how your relationship with Pope worked, you both teased and made fun of each other, that’s how you bonded.

Pope rolled his eyes playfully and took another sip of his beer. “But really Kie, now you’re hogging her, let JB and I see her too.” he chuckled “Fineee..” Kiara chuckled and let go of you, so you went and sat in-between John B and Pope. John B hugged you, gently squeezing. You giggled and hugged him back. John B was your best friend. You had known him even before JJ met him.

After you got a few drinks into you, you were playfully messing with John B. “I- okay is this how it’s going to be? Fine.” John B laughed and started tickling you making you squeal. “I- ok ok.. I’m sorry just stop!” You giggled. JJ watched you and John B laugh and mess around, all you could see in his eyes was jealousy. He didn’t enjoy sharing you, even with your friends and seeing the way you were with John B right now made it worse. JJ looked away from both then got up to get another beer.

Pope, Kiara, and John B had already left so it was just you and JJ now. You were a little tipsy but still aware of your surroundings. JJ was drunk and sitting on the couch, he seemed annoyed. “Baby..? Are you ok?” You asked sitting beside him and took one of his hands into your own.

“Do you love me? Or are you just with me to get close to John B?” He said sounding irritated. “Wait.. JJ where is this coming from?” You cupped his face to make him look at you, worry filled your eyes. “You and John B. I saw the way you acted with him tonight. You barely even acknowledged me.” JJ frowned. Even though he was drunk he was still making sense.

“I mean.. I was with you the second I got home this morning, we were together all day today baby.. and I loved it, trust me. Nothing makes me happier than being with you but, I also wanted to spend time with you and John B, Kiara, and Pope. I missed them too baby.” You said as you frowned a little. “I- I know..” JJ sighed. “I just missed you so much and.. I didn’t want to share you. I wanted you for myself.” He said. “Mmm.. well nothing is new there..” You giggled softly. “Plus.. you wore my favorite bikini tonight. You looked… so fucking hot. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off you.” JJ said as he got close to your ear, his hot breath tickled your skin. “You have no idea how much I just wanted to fuck you.” He whispered.

You bit back a whimper. You could feel yourself getting wet. You then closed your legs tightly. JJ looked down and smirked. “Mmm.. don’t close those legs yet baby.” He said as he spread your legs again. He pulled at the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms, making the fabric fall off, your pussy now exposed. He then did the same to your bikini top so you were now naked.

JJ studied your body for a moment biting his lip. JJ then tugged his swimming trunks off and stood up beside the couch. You giggled and got onto your knees knowing exactly what he wanted. Your mouth latched onto his cock as you started to suck. JJ let out a low groan as you kept bobbing your head now taking in his full length. JJ let out a loud moan before pulling you up to kiss you passionately. You slithered your tongue into the kiss as he grabbed your waist pulling you closer.

JJ pulled back then picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist and he took you to his room. He walked in, shut the door, and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as he got on top of you and kissed you hungrily. JJ then kissed down your jawline, then down your neck, and then to your breasts. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he massaged your right breast with his hand. You let out a moan and gently bit your lip. He then switched now sucking on your right nipple, massaging the left. “mm.. JJ just fuck me already.” You whimpered tugging at his hair.

“Patience Baby Girl..” He said as he kissed down your stomach. He then reached to where you wanted him most. He planted a kiss on your clit. You giggled softly and played with his hair. He then licked up your wet folds. You let out another moan as he began to pump a finger into you while licking your clit. You let out a loud moan and tugged on his hair. “I- mm.. JJ I’m close.” You moaned out.

“Then cum for me baby.” He smirked putting a second finger into you and went back to licking your clit at the same time. You kept moaning out feeling a knot in your stomach. JJ kept fucking you with his fingers faster, he was intent on making you cum right there. You let out one last moan as you released on his fingers, trembling and tugging at his hair. JJ licked your juices off his fingers then put your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself. He decided to tease you a little more first, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. “JJ please fuck me already..” You whimpered.

Without a warning JJ thrusted into you easily because of how wet you were. You let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets. JJ began to pound into you. You kept moaning out and grabbed your breasts squeezing them. JJ grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyes now trained on your breasts. He kept hitting your g-spot now making you scream.

“Mm.. you like that baby? Does that feel good?” He asked letting out a moan. You could barely form words, you were a moaning mess at this point and that turned him on more. JJ let go of your wrists and pulled out then flipped you onto your stomach. He slapped your ass hard before thrusting into your entrance again.

“Oh fuck Y/N! You feel so good!” JJ moaned out going faster. “I- fuck JJ!” You moaned out. “I- I’m close..” You gasped out and you grabbed onto the sheets. JJ slapped your ass again, there was now a red handprint on your ass. You moaned louder until you eventually reached your high and came. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and releasing his seeds onto your back.

You giggled catching your breath and laid down. JJ laid beside you and held you close as you rested your head on his chest. “Damn.. that was.. so hot.” He said catching his breath. You giggled and bit your lip. “Yeah.. I missed our sex.”

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous over you and John B. It was dumb and childish, he’s your best friend..” JJ said kissing your head. “It’s ok baby..” You smiled and lifted your head up to kiss his cheek. “I love you Y/N.” He said kissing your head. “I love you too JJ.” You smiled holding onto him tightly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep in JJ’s arms.

୨୧ Author's Note: thank you so much for reading, angels!

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bloodyinkandquill · 4 months ago

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Ban Hammer x Reader

it is two am, istg do not write on this until the morning me, i will hate you i have to be up in five hours let’s go to bed

ok i didn’t write this but i did stay up another hour and a half listening to a true crime podcast so…

- You’d think dating a 6’11 demigod who owns the most secure prison in Inpherno would not be on someone’s to-do list, but for you it was different, you knew him more than just the fearsome warden, to you he was your lover and honestly, a bit of a big softy

- Ban Hammer was big, he knew that, really strong too, so he was more than just a little afraid of hurting you, especially if he had his big and sharp armor on, he liked being physically affectionate, but he did worry about hurting you, so he’d wait until he’d taken off his armor you hug you, which did sort of feel like being swallowed whole since he’s such a large man, but it felt safe and warm so you never minded it

- He was gruff and tough but after a long day he enjoyed just laying face down the couch as you stroked his head pulling it to rest on your lap, he’d just lie there as you tried to convince him to get up, take off his armor, get some water, etc, he’d grumble about it but eventually get up

- Hope you like golf, he loves taking you to go golf, he’d never admit this but it’s mostly because when he does good you tell him how great of a shot he was and other junk like that and he enjoyed the praise, if you didn’t like golf he wouldn’t mind you sitting back as long as you were there together, and you were paying attention to him, he may be your boyfriend but he’s very clingy like a puppy, he also loved receiving praise from you, he already thinks very highly of himself but hearing you say those things feels even better to him

- He’d probably take you on very fancy dinner dates, to those really nice restaurants, though you have to make the reservations because he can be a little high strung and will demand certain things like a good seat, or a discount, so to avoid him getting mad at some poor waitress you make them for the both of you

- Like mentioned he’s super cuddly and snuggly, he loves just holding you as he sleeps, or sitting very close to you to the point he’s practically on top of you, you sometimes have to tell him that’s he’s crushing you, he moves immediately and feels bad, you tell him it’s fine but how about you sit on him instead

- Unironically uses sorta cheesy pet names, you’d expect him to be more creative with it but I feel like he’d use ‘baby, babe, sweetheart, etc’ though something funny he does is he has his voice and then his warden voice, loud and commanding to demand respect and fear, sometimes he forgets to turn it off when he gets home so he gets home and says in a gruff unamused voice ‘babe i’m home!’ to the point it sounds sorta angry, you crack up and he clears his throat before saying it snot that funny, as you’re doubling over in laughter

- The first time you met Windforce was terrifying, he loved you but he loved his mom more, if she said she didn’t like you that would be it, and if you pissed her off you feared her wrath, luckily she thought you were fine, obviously she has a distaste for mortals but you make her boy happy so she puts up with you, maybe not fully liking you but she doesn’t mind you, as long as you don’t annoy her she doesn’t care

- Thought meeting Windforce was scary? One time Ban Hammer said his whole family was having a dinner party, Firebrand organized it trying to keep the family all together and connected, and Ban Hammer wanted to bring you to meet all his uncles and few cousins, you didn’t wanna say no but holy shit you were terrified, you were about to meet literally the entirety of the SFotH, which was definitely intimidating, luckily they all at the very least didn’t dislike you, and you got to meet Flipside which was cool, but holy shit when you go home you let out the biggest breath ever since you were so on edge the whole time

hope you enjoyed! had fun writing it and thinking of all this junk, anyways до свидания!

#x reader #phighting #phighting x reader #phighting!#ban hammer x reader #banhammer x reader #phighting ban hammer #ban hammer phighting #banhammer phighting #phighting banhammer

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whore-era · 2 years ago

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delinquent!ellie williams headcanons 18+

has the MEANEST MUG FACE at everyone but her close loved ones, especially you. she shows you the softest side to her bc you naturally just draw it out. ellie will literally have the grouchiest face, but once she sees you, it will be all soft heart eyes around you and you only! everyone else though? fuck them. they will get a bitch face and a middle finger thrown their way!

is guilty for always manspreading, but it's okay because it kinda stirs something inside you anyways. you guys will literally be anywhere, and she'll sit with her legs spread with her hands behind her head and you'd find yourself walking over and plopping yourself on her lap.

is extremely territorial and possessive of her girl, but not in a way where she's controlling you by any means. ellie is aware of how gorgeous and sexy her girl is, and while she has no problem with others looking, she draws the line at people approaching you. you would be at a party, talking with your friends, occasionally looking across the room at her. while giving each other loving glances, some guy approaches probably saying "hey girl, you lookin' finnneeee as hell tonight, you wanna get outta here?" and she'll already be behind him, fists balled up and hissing, "get the fuck away from my girlfriend."

would absolutely beat someone's ass for you. if someone is disrespectful to you or looks at you the wrong way or god forbid, lay their hands on you, it's automatically on sight for her. "but you should'a seen the other guy, babe. he's got it worse," she'll say, as you're sat on the sink with her in between your legs, tending to her small cuts and bruises. "what'd i tell you, els? you can't keep getting into these stupid fights because one guy says something dumb about me." "yea, baby, i know. i just hate when people say shit about you," she coos, "you're absolutely fucking amazing, and everyone should know that by now." you both end up kissing in the bathroom and it always ends up with you being bent over the sink taking her strap-

you would CONSTANTLY be on her ass about everything. since she does have a short temper, you always find yourself having to check her and and lecture her a bit, and she lowkey kinda loves it? ellie thinks you're hot as hell taking a little bit of control and telling her what to do, and every time you do have to lecture her, she'll look at you with desire in her eyes and respond with "yes, ma'am", "alright, baby, whatever you say", "mhm yes, baby m'listening" even though she quite literally is hyper-focused on how sexy as fuck you look lecturing her rn.

always putting her hands on you! whether it's rubbing your ass when she's cuddling you, holding your hand when you're out and about, or putting her hands on your hips and waist when she wants to be close to you.

showing how she feels about you in actions rather than words. ellie has a tough time expressing how she feels for you directly in words, and sometimes her message that she’s trying to send doesn’t always sound…right. so she’ll do little acts of services for you like picking up lunch for you on days when you’re extremely swamped with work and assignments, organizing your books and backpack when you fall asleep on your desk from studying, picking up your favorite snacks when you need a lil cheering up, and helping you take off your clothes when you’re extra exhausted from the day.

always assuring you’re safe. ellie will always make sure you never have to travel alone and tries to walk you to and from class, but if she’s busy she’ll bug dina to do it. she’ll always ask where you are and who you’re with just to make sure you’re safe and alright, periodically checking in with you with texts (even tho it can be a lil bit annoying but u never say anything bc u know she’s just worried). baby u ok taking the bus alone? yes els i’m fine babe. u sure? i can come get u rn. no my love u don’t need to do that. swear. yk what babe let me ask dina if she can- ellieeee….

a/n this one was rly short my apologies ;P

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst

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funnyjb · 22 days ago

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To All of the Boys I Loved Before

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Summary: you have always fantasized about finding the one but never knew who that one would be. You wrote about your love in letters and spilling your feelings for whom ever your one may be. What happens when one of those letters get sent?

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“Y/n Taylor!”- Katie (your sister)

You bounced out of bed from your sister yelling out for you from the kitchen downstairs. It was the first day of junior year. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be. You were going into junior with a great best friend and the courage to try out for the cheerleading squad again and hopefully get in for the second time.

You quickly brushed your teeth and did your hair and subtle but cute makeup. You then quickly changed into your first day of school outfit.

“Y/N!”- Katie

“Coming!”- you

God she’s so annoying

You grabbed your school bag and headed downstairs.

“Let’s go.”- you

Katie grabbed her helmet.

“Why do you have that?”- you

“Because you’re driving.”- Katie

You rolled your eyes

“Get in the car.”- you

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The hall was filled with squeals and laughter from friends not seeing each other for so long over the hot summer break. There was chatter and even new gossip just from being in school for not even ten minutes. The air was cold from the ac and backpacks slightly hitting you trying to make your way through the crowds to get to your locker.

“Y/n!”- Alexa

“Alexa!”- you

Alexa ran up to you and gave you a big hug.

“I know we saw each other yesterday but it feels like we haven’t seen each in years.”- Alexa laughs

“I know right!”- you

You unlock your locker and put away some notebooks that probably won’t be used since you have five others in your bag.

“So, tyler hooked up with jade over the summer and now jade is ghosting him. You should have seen the look tyler gave her in the hall just now.”- Alexa

You laugh

“Heads up!”- Joe

A football lands right near you and almost hit your head.

Joe runs over.

“I am so sorry, y/n. Are you ok?”- joe

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”- you

Joe smiles

Is his smile always so perfect?

He grabs the football from next to you.

“Sorry about that, again. How wa-”- joe

“YO, Burrow!”- tyler

Joe turns around and gives tyler a bro hug.

“We got to go check out the new locker room.”- tyler

“Oh ok.”- Joe

He looks back me.

“See you later, y/n.”- joe waves bye

I give him a small wave.

Alexa stands there like she’s just seen her celebrity crush Justin Bieber.

“What?”- you

“You-you, just talked to THE Joe Burrow.”- Alexa

“So, I have know him since sixth grade which is a little bit longer than I have known you!”- you laugh

“Ok, but he’s the hottest guy in school even though he is taken.”- Alexa rolls her eyes

Joe is dating one of the cheerleaders. Her name is Ellie. She is the kind of girl who has beautiful long blonde hair and whenever she flicks her hair out of her face it makes everyone stop in there tracks and think she has been sent form heaven, but in reality she is rude and selfish and only thinks about her social status and if her instagram followers have gone up. She doesn’t care about Joe. You can tell.

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(Later)

“So, anyone you think is cute? Tyler looks like he’s off the market.”- Alexa

We were hanging out in my room. Alexa was sitting on my bean bag while I was on my bed writing down my homework.

“No, he’s not my type.”- you

“Good, because I wanted him.”- Alexa

We both started laughing.

“Do you ever wished you had a boyfriend?”- Alexa

“Sometimes. Why?”- you

“Just you never dated anyone and when I start to date tyler we could have double dates.”- Alexa

“Seriously you have an obsession with that guy. But I’m focused on school.”- you

“Ok, whatever you say!”- Alexa

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MY NEW SERIES!!!

Hope y’all love!! Plz send me ideas or anything for It! it’s based of off the movie!

#joe burrow #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joeburrow #joe burrow x y/n #joey burrow

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Rage Monster

John Winchester x daughter!reader, Sam and Dean x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you have a bit of a “girl rage” moment, and the men don’t know how to react.

It was just one of those mornings. Everything, from the sound of your alarm to the sound of Sam and Dean’s chattering, was driving you absolutely insane. There was no particular reason for it, you just couldn’t deal with…anything.

“Hey kid, ready to go?”

Especially this. Driving all day in Dean’s car with his annoying music, stuck in a confined space with three men.

You were tired of it, to say the least, and you weren’t sure you could handle it today.

“Y/N?” John’s voice broke through your consciousness, and you looked up. “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

“Fine,” you hadn’t meant for the word to come out so aggressively, but based on John’s reaction, that’s how it came out.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam cut in before John could respond.

“Peachy,” you rolled your eyes.

“Someone’s grumpy this morning,” Dean said.

“Maybe because my brother’s a douchebag,” even though you mumbled it, you knew everyone in the room could hear.

“Hey, that’s enough!” John barked. “What is the matter with you?”

“Could you guys get off my case for five minutes?”

“Go wait in the car,” John demanded. “If you’re not gonna watch your tone, then you’re not gonna speak, understand?”

You knew you should quit while you were behind, but your anger was now more potent then ever.

“Fine! Any minute I get to spend away from you guys is a blessing!” You stormed out of the room, slamming the motel door behind you.

Dean was the first to break the silence.

“What the heck was that?”

…

John was the first one to venture out to the car, instructing the boys to stay in the motel.

He stayed silent for a long minute after he entered the Impala. If it was one of the boys, he would’ve started talking right away, demanding an explanation for that kind of behavior. But he’d learned somewhere along the line that things turned out better between you and him if he let you think things out.

Of course, if the next words out of your mouth were something sassy, he wouldn’t hesitate to set you straight. But he had a feeling that you weren’t as angry as you thought you were.

“I’m sorry,” your voice broke the silence, and John expertly hid the smile that threatened to creep up. He wasn’t about to let you off the hook so easily, and he certainly wasn’t going to let you see his relief.

“What was all that?”

“I don’t know,” John nearly cringed at the sound of your voice, which was thick and high-pitched. You were trying not to cry. You didn’t often cry, so he usually didn’t have to worry about it, but every once in a while it would happen, and he didn’t know what to do.

When the boys got emotional, it usually ended in some kind of loud argument, which he knew how to handle. Your emotions, however, sometimes came out differently.

“I’m gonna need something better than that.”

“I really don’t know,” you fisted your sleeves in your hands, pulling your knees up to your chest. “It—I just…I’m sorry, really. I’m just…tired, I guess.”

This was a pathetic excuse, and both of you knew it. But John was almost certain that you were being honest with him.

“Ok,” he said finally.

“Ok?”

“Well, no, what you did was not ok,” he admitted. “But I forgive you. But I don’t ever wanna hear that tone again, understand?”

“Yes sir,” your voice was clearer now, but you kept your face dropped down against your knees.

“If you’re feeling like that again, just say something and we’ll leave you be. But there’s no excuse for snapping like that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hey, look at me,” John finally let a ghost of a smile show on his face when your eyes met his, and you reciprocated it. “Well now that this is all cleared up, I think we should hit the road. But I think you should take a nap back here, alright? I’ll tell Dean to turn his music down, and we’ll leave you alone for a bit.” This was both a way to keep tensions down, and perhaps a way to get you to think about how you’d been acting. John was pretty proud of that little bit of parenting.

“Ok,” you agreed.”

John smiled again.

“Ok.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #winchesters x sister #john winchester x daughter!reader #john winchester #john winchester x reader #dean winchester x sister #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x you #spn sam winchester #sam winchester x y/n

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hamsterclaw · 2 years ago

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Foolish

You keep going back to Namjoon, it's what you've always done. Then you meet Hoseok, who draws you away like he's not even trying.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader, Namjoon x F! reader

Word count: 7.7k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Sex, fuckboy Namjoon

Everytime, you tell yourself it’s the last time you’ll come back to Kim Namjoon.

Everytime it’s just one last time.

His hand leaves a print on your hip, his lips leave a trail down your neck, across your breasts. He often comes on your skin, a trail of white. He marks you everywhere he sees fit.

He doesn’t give a shit who sees.

You let him do what he wants.

Rinse, repeat.

Namjoon nudges you. ‘Hey, I have an early class.’

You don’t bother to respond, just get out of his bed, put your clothes back on.

You check you’ve got your phone, your keys, smooth your hair back down as you wait for the cab.

You let yourself out.

***

Your friend Jimin is funniest when he’s annoyed, like now.

You’re both working a shift at the grocery store.

He’s leaning on the stacked crates, supposed to be refilling the produce shelves but really just taking up room.

‘And so then he clicked his fingers and expected me to walk to him, like a dog.’

You have no idea if this is a sex story or a rude customer story.

Knowing Jimin, it could be either.

You start arranging the apples onto the display shelves as you listen to Jimin’s hilariously petty reaction.

It was a sex story.

Jimin stacks packs of cherry tomatoes beside you, chattering away.

You mmm and aaah at the right times, but your mind is elsewhere.

You’re thinking back to how the last few times you’ve met up, Namjoon hasn’t bothered to ask you to text him when you got home after being at his.

He used to.

There’s a thin thread of shame that tugs at you whenever you meet him now, and the pull’s getting stronger.

It wasn’t always like this.

He’d pursued you, coming into the diner where you worked weekend after weekend for months, flirting with you over pancakes until he’d finally asked you out.

You went on a few dates, and a few more and then somehow you’d slipped into what you have now.

He texts you when he’s horny and you come over.

Sometimes you don’t even talk.

You don’t know why you keep coming back, apart from that maybe you haven’t quite moved on from seeing him as the guy who was sweet to you over brunch. The one who dimpled and invited you to come hang at his place and took you to the park and got you ice-cream.

You wonder how he sees you now.

You snap back to attention when Jimin clears his throat pointedly.

‘You don’t have to listen to me, it’s fine,’ he says, bordering on dramatic, pout in his voice.

‘Sorry Jiminie,’ you say apologetically. ‘I was thinking about Namjoon.’

Jimin has no idea about how things are between you and Namjoon. There’s no way you’d ever let anyone really know how low your bar is set.

He finishes stacking the cherry tomatoes, moves on to the heads of broccoli.

You’re still on apples.

You wheel the empty crates back to the stockroom, concentrating so hard on not letting the crates slip that you don’t see the guy by the automatic doors.

‘Whoa!’ he says, stepping out of the way quickly, laughing.

You’re mortified, already apologising as you come to a dead stop. The crates wobble dangerously and you reach out, letting out a little cry as your fingers get clipped in between.

You yank your hand away, and the guy hurries forward. He grabs your hand, a look of concern darkening his face.

‘Are you ok? That must have hurt so much!’

You’re taken aback by how genuinely concerned he seems to be.

‘I’m ok,’ you say, as he rubs your fingers gently.

‘I have some support plasters,’ he offers.

‘I’m ok!’ you insist, waving him away gently.

He takes the trolley from you and stacks the crates in the corner.

‘Sorry to startle you,’ he says warmly. ‘My name is Hoseok, I’m new.’

His smile is infectious. You tell him your name, and he exclaims over how pretty he thinks your name is, even though it’s a fairly common one, as far as names go.

You’re amused by his charmingly over the top reactions.

Hoseok helps you load the greens onto your trolley, insists on pushing it with you to the fresh section of the store.

‘Don’t you have your own work to do?’ you ask.

He grins at you like he’s sharing a secret. ‘The broken oven got fixed so it’s taking me less time to bake the bread rolls,’ he confesses.

He reaches up for the hairnet over his hair, pulls it off and stuffs it into his pocket. ‘Does this make my hair flat?’

You look up at his very soft and fluffy looking dark hair. ‘Your hair looks great,’ you tell him, honestly.

‘Come by later on your break, I’ll save some rolls for you. I made some fillings last night to bring to work.’

His offer is so sincerely and sweetly made that you find yourself responding in kind.

‘Sure, I’d love to,’ you say.

He parks your trolley by the shelves, and gives Jimin a big smile in greeting.

You’ve never met anyone who smiles this much.

Jimin lifts a crate of cabbages and starts arranging.

‘What’s his deal?’ you ask, after Hoseok waves jauntily at you and walks away.

Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘He’s just a nice guy. People can be nice.’

‘No one’s that nice,’ you say, frowning.

‘Hoseok is. I’ve known him since way back.’

‘He must have a dark side,’ you mutter.

‘Yeah. He’s apparently an asshole in bed.’

You choke on air.

Jimin laughs at your reaction. ‘I’ve never slept with him but apparently he’s mean in bed.’

‘Like mean, how?’ you ask, more interested than you’d like to admit to yourself.

‘Why are you so interested?’ Jimin asks, slyly.

‘You brought it up,’ you argue.

Jimin laughs and refuses to say anything else and you pretend you’re not that interested anyway.

***

You’re awakened by your phone vibrating under your pillow.

You fish it out and stare at the number on the screen that’s evaded your caller ID.

Eventually you swipe to answer.

‘Hi,’ you say.

‘Hey,’ says a vaguely familiar voice. ‘It’s Hoseok. Jimin gave me your number.’

Your eyes open all the way, and you sit up so quickly you drop your phone into your duvet.

It takes you a moment to fish it out.

‘Hey, sorry, I dropped my phone,’ you say, when you’ve got it back.

‘I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you,’ he says.

It’s weird, you barely know him but you can hear the smile in his voice.

‘It’s fine, I should be up anyway,’ you reply.

‘Ah, sorry, I didn’t know you’d still be asleep.’

You check the time. Eeep.

‘What’s up, Hoseok?’ you ask.

‘I was wondering - do you like music? There’s a festival in Olympic Park today and I have a spare ticket and I wondered if you’d like to come with me.’

You blink, surprised.

‘I know it’s short notice,’ he says, when you don’t say anything for a bit.

‘No, I’d like to go. I’m free and easy.’

You slap a hand to your forehead, wondering why you sound like such an idiot.

‘I mean, I don’t have plans today.’

He sounds like he’s smiling again. ‘Ok. Meet you there?’

***

You look around for Hoseok when you get to the park, but he doesn’t keep you waiting.

He approaches you, smiling and bright in a yellow and black parka, sunglasses shading his eyes.

‘I brought snacks,’ he tells you cheerfully. ‘Thanks for agreeing to come with me.’

His manner is so relaxed and easy that you feel any awkwardness slip away.

The sun’s warm on your bare shoulders, Hoseok’s a nice guy, and he’s got the prettiest smile you’ve seen in a while.

You smile back at him. ‘I’m glad I came,’ you reply.

He holds out his arm, and you link yours with his.

It turns out Hoseok’s just as charming when he’s tipsy.

You’ve been drinking beer with him in the sunshine all day.

He blinks at you sleepily in the late evening sun as the last of the bands plays on the main stage.

He’s stretched out on the grass, face tipped to the sky. His profile is beautiful, all sharp angles accentuated by the height of his cheekbones.

‘You shouldn’t have let me finish off the beer,’ he tells you.

‘Oh no, are you too drunk?’ you ask lazily, laying down next to him, watching the clouds swirl in the late summer sky.

‘I’m sorry,’ he admits finally. ‘I was nervous and I drank too much.’

‘Nervous?’ This is news to you.

‘You’re very pretty,’ he informs you. ‘In case you didn’t know.’

‘You’re pretty too,’ you tell him.

He nods. ‘I know. But you’re prettier.’

This is the most ridiculous conversation you’ve had in a while, but somehow you don’t mind it.

You close your eyes briefly, and turn your head to see Hoseok looking at you intently.

‘Why are you nervous?’ you ask.

‘I want you to like me,’ he says, with an honesty that steals your breath.

‘Because?’

‘Because I think I could like you a lot.’

‘How much?’

You’re leaning over him slightly, too close for your intentions to be anything but clear.

Hoseok’s eyes drop to your lips.

‘A hell of a lot,’ he says.

In the end it’s Hoseok who initiates the kiss, one hand coming up to slip around the back of your neck.

He’s gentle but firm, lips pressing against yours, tilting his head to kiss you deeper.

You put your hand on his chest, and his own comes up to cover it.

When you pull away he lets out a soft sound of protest.

You’re smiling at each other like idiots, his hand still over yours on his chest.

The sun’s dropped low enough to cast shadows over his face.

‘I’ll take you home, ok?’ he says.

He packs up the picnic he made that you’ve been picking at all afternoon, slips his jacket over your shoulders, and walks you out of the park.

Darkness falls as you walk the few blocks home, adding a layer of distance between you, helping with your self-consciousness as, swaddled in his soft jacket, you realise just how attractive you find Hoseok.

You stop at the entrance to your building, and Hoseok looks up.

‘I had a nice time. See you next week?’

You’re slipping off his jacket, pressing it into his arms. ‘Thank you for asking me out,’ you tell him.

There’s a moment because you haven’t fully ended your sentence, and he looks like he’s waiting for the next thing you were about to say.

‘Do you want to come up?’ you ask.

Hoseok’s eyes study your face.

‘Honestly, I’d love to, but I shouldn’t.’

Like your goodbye, it seems open ended, like there’s more he would say if you waited long enough.

Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your dress.

‘I should go,’ you say.

Hoseok nods.

He waits until you’re up the steps, in the door, before he leaves.

***

Namjoon’s got his mouth open, nibbling at your neck. God, he feels good, teeth grazing your skin, tongue licking.

His hands are tucked in his pockets still, he hasn’t touched you even though you’re straddling his lap.

You lean back a little, ask, ‘hey, like my new dress?’

You curse yourself for your moment of weakness but the words are already out.

Namjoon raises a brow. ‘Thought you didn’t care what I thought.’

He’s referring to a fight you once had, when you were dating.

‘Yeah,’ you say, regretting asking.

You look at each other for a moment.

‘I should go.’

‘You just got here,’ Namjoon says, mildly. He doesn’t make any move to stop you as you climb off his lap, hands tucked in his pockets still.

‘I don’t think we should do this anymore,’ you say, forcing yourself to look him in the face.

‘You mean, fuck,’ Namjoon asks. His voice has its usual husky tone, but there’s a coolness to it now.

‘Yeah, fuck,’ you say.

Namjoon shrugs. ‘Sure. If that’s really what you want.’

He stands, and you’ve spent so much time horizontal with him lately you’d forgotten how tall he is.

He reaches down to take your hand.

‘You want me to tell you that you’re pretty?’ he asks.

‘No,’ you answer, but you don’t pull your hand away.

‘Look how hard I am,’ he tells you. He presses your hand over his erection.

‘That’s just biology,’ you say.

Namjoon scoffs. ‘It’s my biological response to having you grinding in my lap.’

He strokes up your arm. ‘Can I convince you to stay?’

‘Why would I stay?’ you ask, but you still haven’t moved.

Namjoon tugs the strap of your bra, leans down to mouth at your collarbones. His big hand curls around your back to steady you as he kisses your neck.

‘I don’t know, baby, do you want the happy ending or do you just want me to make you happy tonight?’

He sucks at your skin, and you get the familiar rush of pleasure pain you get when he marks you.

‘We’re not going out, are we?’

His hand slides down your ass, cupping you, pulling you taut against his groin.

‘I’m not your boyfriend.’

He’s walking you back into his bedroom, onto his bed. He pushes you back against the covers, hand behind your head to cushion you even though it’s soft.

‘We’re not getting married.’

His words are brutal in their honesty, and still you don’t push him away.

He tugs your panties down impatiently, rumbling his approval when he feels how wet you are.

‘But I make you like this,’ he says, fingers slipping inside you, thumb circling your clit.

‘Namjoon,’ you say, a warning.

He gives you a look so heated you lose your train of thought.

He hasn’t, though.

He grabs your thigh, pulls you down to the edge of the bed so he can keep leaning over you.

‘What, am I wrong?’ he taunts.

His fingers are stroking, scissoring inside you. He’s still gripping your thigh with his free hand.

He squeezes your thigh.

‘Am I wrong? Didn’t I get you wet like this?’ he asks. He scoffs. ‘Of course I did. Just like you got me this hard.’

He slides a hand over himself, grinding into his palm.

‘Just fuck me, Namjoon,’ you say. The pleasure’s building, making you tighten around his fingers.

‘I’ll fuck you,’ he promises. ‘Just as long as we’re clear that there’s no feelings involved.’

He stops touching himself, wraps his hand around your neck, tight.

You moan, and he laughs.

‘You’re so easy to please, baby,’ he says, mocking. ‘If I fuck you now you’ll come, won’t you?’

‘I hate you,’ you spit out.

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t even think you’re convincing yourself.’

He yanks his jeans down, and he’s in you in one movement.

He groans as he bottoms out inside you, slams his hand down on the bed beside your head.

‘So fucking tight,’ he utters. ‘Who got you like this?’

He’s not waiting for an answer, rocking into you, balls slapping your ass with every firm thrust.

It’s just as well, you don’t think you could answer him anyway.

Namjoon fucks you good, it’s what he always does.

***

You’re cleaning up a spillage in the detergent aisle when Hoseok walks past.

‘Hey,’ he says, looking pleased to see you. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m good,’ you say, returning his smile.

He’s in a standard issue blue polo shirt emblazoned with the store logo today, unlike the baggy fleeces you’re used to seeing him in.

You try not to stare at his exposed arms.

‘What are you doing after work today?’ he asks.

He takes the mop from you and wrings it into the bucket, then picks it up.

‘I’ll take this,’ he says, his tone brooking no argument. ‘It’s heavy.’

‘I don’t have plans,’ you say.

Hoseok beams. ‘I’m going to support my friend at this club night. Want to join me?’

‘What does your friend do?’ you ask, walking with him to the cleaning supplies closet.

‘He raps,’ Hoseok tells you. He grins. ‘I rap sometimes too.’

You see it. He’s got a rasp to his voice sometimes, an easy cadence to his words.

Somehow the idea of him as a rapper makes sense.

‘So, you want to come with?’ he asks.

‘I’d like to,’ you tell him.

He looks so pleased about it that it makes you feel brighter too.

‘Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8, ok?’

He saunters off with a cheerful wave.

You realise you’re looking forward to it.

***

There’s not a lot of space between you and Hoseok at this tiny club, he’s been leaning over you for most of the night.

Somehow your arm’s found its way around his waist, and you find you like having him this close.

Hoseok’s lips brush your cheek gently, and your heart pounds. This close, his eyelashes are long, his eyes beautiful, the line of his jaw irresistible. He looks so good.

You turn your head, chase his lips. He gives in with a willingness that makes your confidence soar. Like he’s wanted you this whole night and now he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

His lips are soft, but the way he kisses you is firm, chest towards yours, hand curled around the top of your hip bone. He kisses you like he knows better than you what you’ll like, and he’s got every intention of following through.

You haven’t got any interest in the next act, but as soon as you hear the voice, your eyes open.

Hoseok murmurs a little, pulls you closer into his chest.

You look up at the stage, and there, so close you can see the tic in his jaw as he takes in you and Hoseok, so intimately intertwined, is Namjoon.

***

‘This is my friend Namjoon,’ Hoseok says, after the set’s over.

Namjoon uses the towel around his neck to wipe his face, but he’s still out of breath, slick with sweat.

He tilts his head at you, dimples like it’s the first time you’ve met. Says nothing.

‘We’ve met,’ you say.

You’re a little away from the stage, far enough that you can hear each other over the next act.

‘Yeah, we’ve met,’ Namjoon confirms.

Hoseok regards you both with interest. He’s a nice guy, but he’s no fool.

You say, ‘That was a great set, Namjoon.’

‘Yeah?’ asks Namjoon. He pops the cork on a bottle of Dom, pours it out. Watches as you drink, a smirk on his lips.

You’re watching Hoseok.

‘How do you and Hobi know each other?’ Namjoon asks. He lays back, knees spread, thigh nudging yours.

‘We work together,’ you reply. You turn to Hoseok, but the smile freezes on your lips when you see his expression, the way he’s looking at Namjoon.

You want to touch him but the tense set of his shoulders gives you pause.

Meanwhile, Namjoon looks more relaxed than ever.

‘Hey, it’s getting late, I should probably get going,’ you say.

Hoseok looks at you for a long moment. ‘Yeah, I’ll take you home.’

The car ride’s the quietest Hoseok’s ever been with you.

By the time he pulls up outside your apartment you’re tight with tension despite the champagne.

‘Thanks Hoseok,’ you say, mustering a smile.

He can barely look at you, and for some reason that makes you feel like crying.

You unbuckle your belt, push the door open. You’re almost all the way up the steps when you hear the car door behind you.

You turn to see Hoseok hurrying up the steps.

He steps a couple feet in front of you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘Shit that was weird, wasn’t it?’

He gives you a half-smile, touches your arm.

‘Yeah,’ you agree. You smile back at him uncertainly.

‘I’ll see you at work Monday?’

This time his smile’s more like the cheerful friendly Hoseok you’ve come to know.

He waves at you as he walks back to his car, waits until you’re inside before he drives away.

***

You’re messing around with Jimin by the fresh flowers, emptying out the buckets, when Hoseok walks by.

‘Hey!’ you say cheerfully, waving a hand.

Hoseok smiles but keeps walking, heading round to the back.

You hurry to catch up.

‘Hoseok,’ you say, walking alongside him. ‘Jimin and I and some of the other guys are getting drinks after work, would you like to come?’

Hoseok hangs his jacket on the hook, puts on his apron.

‘I’m busy. Maybe another time, ok?’

He’s walking off without waiting for your answer.

You’re so taken aback by his brusqueness, a sharp contrast to the warm, kind Hoseok you’ve come to know that it takes you a moment to regroup.

When you get back to the flowers, Jimin’s finished filling the buckets.

‘You ok?’ he asks.

‘Yeah,’ you reply, forcing a smile. ‘I went to ask Hoseok to join us for drinks, but he’s busy.’

Jimin’s studying your expression.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Tell you what, we’ll grab food beforehand, ok? My treat.’

You smile at him, a real smile this time. ‘It’s your turn anyway to get dinner,’ you point out.

Jimin puts an arm around your shoulders, squeezes.

‘I’ll buy you whatever you want,’ he promises.

***

You’re three shots in, merry and listening to Jimin tell you about his weekend when Namjoon and Hoseok walk into the bar.

‘Shit,’ you hiss, slumping down next to Jimin.

Jimin throws you a sympathetic look as one of your colleagues, Dahyun calls Hoseok over.

You look down at your hands as Hoseok greets everyone at the table.

Thankfully you’re tucked in a seat against the wall.

You glance up, see the way both Namjoon and Hoseok are looking at you, and go back to looking at your hands.

As soon as they go to get drinks you tap Jimin on the shoulder.

‘I’m gonna go, ok?’

‘Let me take you home,’ Jimin says.

You wave aside his protests and make your way to the door.

You’re waiting for your taxi, shivering a bit in the cool night air, when you hear a familiar voice.

‘Going so soon?’ asks Hoseok. He’s standing a little away from you, hands tucked in his pockets.

‘Yeah, I’m tired.’ You give him a small smile and turn back to the road, willing your taxi to arrive.

‘I’ll wait with you,’ Hoseok says.

‘I’m fine, it’ll be here any minute,’ you say.

Hoseok steps closer. ‘Can I talk to you?’

You close your eyes. ‘Sure,’ you say. ‘About what?’

There’s a flash of headlamps as your taxi pulls up.

Hoseok opens the door for you, lets you in and gets in after you.

You’re too surprised to say anything.

Hoseok turns to you. ‘I don’t have to go to your place, I can get out as soon as we arrive at yours ok?’

He runs a hand through his hair. ‘I just want to talk to you for a bit.’

‘Sure,’ you say.

There’s a silence.

‘Namjoon’s my friend,’ Hoseok starts.

You’re wondering what he’s leading up to.

‘I needed to talk to him,’ Hoseok says.

You look out the car window, at the buildings flashing by.

‘I —‘

He stops again. ‘I like you,’ he says, simply. ‘But Namjoon’s my friend, and I just needed to know if he’d be ok with us dating.’

You feel hollow. ‘What did Namjoon say about us?’ you ask.

‘He said that you don’t have that kind of relationship,’ Hoseok replies.

You laugh bitterly.

‘If you wanted to know about me and Namjoon, you could have just asked me,’ you say.

He’s quiet.

Finally, he says, ‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’

The taxi pulls up outside your building.

You’re more hurt than you thought you’d be. Hot tears burn the backs of your eyes.

‘It’s fine, Hoseok.’

You can’t look at him.

You get out of the taxi. ‘I’ll see you at work, ok?’

Hoseok says, ‘wait’, but you’re already walking up the steps, letting yourself in.

You make it up to your apartment, and close the door behind you before you let the tears fall.

***

You’re sitting at the back of the room at the team-building day, half-asleep because it took you ages to get here on the train, to the ass end of nowhere.

Jimin’s sleeping quietly beside you, ball cap pulled low over his face. You’ve promised to wake him if he started sleep-talking.

Hoseok’s near the front of the room, not that you’d been looking out for him. You haven’t really spoken since that night at the bar.

Namjoon’s texted you a few times but you haven’t answered.

You can do better than a boy who just wants to fuck and a boy who can’t be bothered to talk to you like a goddamn decent human being.

You nudge Jimin awake when it’s time for the activity - a scavenger hunt in the woods where you’ll be paired off.

To your dismay, you don’t get to pick your teammate.

It’s fine, as long as you don’t get –

You swallow down the swear word that fills your mouth when you realise your teammate is Hoseok.

Of course it is.

Hoseok looks as thrilled about it as you do.

He grabs the sack you’ve been given, and you pick up your clipboard and pen.

‘Shall we head towards the lake?’ you ask, clipped.

‘Sure,’ he says, neutral.

You’re looking down the list. ‘Too bad it doesn’t ask for an asshole,’ you say, looking at him darkly. ‘Because you’re right here.’

Hoseok looks at you, straight faced. ‘Are you gonna be like this the whole time?’

‘Why don’t you call Namjoon and ask him, seeing as he knows so much about me?’

Hoseok tilts his head. ‘I said I was sorry about that,’ he tells you.

You sigh. ‘Forget it. The first item is a black rock.’

‘There’ll be loads by the lake,’ Hoseok says.

He sets off without waiting for you.

You’re loath to follow him but at least if you get this over with as soon as possible you can go back and take the next train out of this place.

Scowling, you follow in his tracks.

***

‘You look hot when you’re angry,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘That little frown line between your brows really suits you.’

You give him a dead-eyed stare. ‘Yeah, and you looked hot before you turned out to be a misogynistic asshole.’

‘Jokes on you,’ Hoseok mutters. ‘I always was one.’

The giggle escapes you before you can hold it back.

‘No wonder you’re friends with Namjoon,’ you scoff, turning away.

‘We have a lot in common,’ Hoseok allows. He side-eyes you. ‘We like the same type of women.’

‘Women that are too hot for you?’ you ask, straightfaced.

‘Yeah.’

You stumble on a rock, and Hoseok curls his hand under your arm to steady you.

‘There you go again, thinking I need you when I don’t,’ you snipe, jerking your arm away.

‘Yeah, next time I’ll just let you fall on your face,’ Hoseok agrees.

He sighs. ‘Honestly? Your bitchiness is giving me a hard-on.’

Your gaze flies to his crotch.

Hoseok lets you look. ‘I’m strapped in, but I’ll let you look at it properly later if you want.’

‘No thanks,’ you snap.

He shrugs. ‘I’m not gonna force myself on you.’

Then, as you’re looking at his face, he smirks, popping a dimple at the corner of his mouth. ‘I won’t fuck you until you’re begging for it.’

You raise a brow, nonchalant. ‘Guess we’re never fucking then.’

‘That’s my loss,’ he says.

He veers off to the right, behind a tree.

‘Got it,’ he says, emerging after a moment, triumphantly holding up an acorn.

You tick it off the list silently.

‘I don’t want to be an asshole misogynist again, but the path’s slippery here, be careful,’ he says, as you approach a steep sloping hill.

‘Thanks,’ you reply.

The path narrows, and he says, ‘Let me go up ahead, ok? Just in case.’

‘I’m fine with you dying first,’ you agree.

He looks back at you, smiles. ‘I would have asked you out sooner if I’d known you were like this.’

‘Intolerant of assholes?’ you suggest.

He laughs. ‘Mean.’

You’re indignant. ‘I’m not mean!’

‘No, I like it,’ he says. ‘Like I said, you’re giving me a boner.’

‘I heard you were mean too,’ you say.

He scoffs. ‘Only in bed.’

He smiles at you. ‘Wanna find out?’

You shove him, and he just laughs. ‘Come on, let me help you up the slope.’

He offers you his hand, and when you reach out for it, he pulls it away.

You look up at him, outraged, and he laughs again.

‘No, really this time,’ he says, putting out his hand again.

You push past him, and your foot slips.

‘Shit!’

Hoseok, quick as a cat, grabs you to steady you.

‘You ok?’ he asks quietly, holding your arm.

‘I’m fine,’ you mutter. ‘We have one item left, then we can head back.’

‘The elderberries?’ Hoseok asks. ‘I found those ages ago.’

You stare up at him. ‘You didn’t —’

‘Yeah, I wanted more time with you. Alone in the woods.’

You’d be more mad if he didn’t look so absurdly hot when he’s grinning at you like he is now.

‘Fuck, Hoseok.’

‘My friends call me Hobi,’ he says.

‘We’re not friends,’ you snap.

He almost looks hurt. ‘Aren’t we? Don’t you like hanging out with me?’

You’re about to say you don’t when you realise it would be a lie.

He holds out his arm. ‘Come on, it’s getting dark. We should head back.’

***

You’re one of the last teams to get back, and as you walk up you realise from Jimin’s reaction that you’re still holding Hoseok’s arm.

‘Can I give you a ride back? I drove,’ Hoseok offers.

‘I came with Jimin on the train,’ you say.

‘You can both fit in my car,’ Hoseok says, easy.

You wake up to Jimin saying goodbye to Hoseok, and sit up guiltily.

Hoseok turns back to you.

‘Are you ok? You looked tired so we didn’t want to wake you.’

‘I’m fine. Let me come round the front.’

You slide into the front passenger seat, and Hoseok pulls away from Jimin’s apartment.

‘You hungry?’ he asks, as he drives.

You sit up and realise that you are, a bit.

‘Depends, are we gonna eat together?’

Hoseok looks over at you, laughs. ‘We can sit separately if you want.’

You end up at some 24 hour noodle bar near where he lives.

Hoseok slurps his noodles, throws glances at you across the tiny table, until you set down your chopsticks.

‘What?’

‘I’m just regretting fucking things up so badly with you,’ he says.

You open your mouth, ready with a reply, and close it again.

‘Namjoon asked me out,’ you tell him. ‘He came round to where I worked, and then one day asked if I wanted to meet him, and I did. We went on dates, and I don’t remember when it all changed but then one day I realised we were just sleeping together.’

You look up at him.

‘He’s never lied or said he wants more,’ you say. ‘You know, there was this one night I was walking back from his place and some dude snatched my phone.’

You look out the front window at the street.

‘I was right outside his building, but it was only after I got home, all shaken up that I realised I hadn’t even thought about ringing his bell, asking to come back up and calm down.’

You laugh, short. ‘I guess I didn’t want to find out how little he really cares about me outside of bed.’

You don’t want to see Hoseok’s face right now.

Is he disgusted at how pathetic you are?

You look at your hands.

‘I should go.’

Hoseok’s standing. He hasn’t said a word since your confession.

He stops with his hand on the passenger door of his car.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says.

You risk a glance at his face only to find he’s looking at you. There’s an openness to his expression, a mixture of concern and kindness and something else you can’t read.

He opens the door, shuts it after you once you’ve climbed in.

The drive back to yours is short, and you’re grateful that he seems to not want to try to talk.

He pulls up outside your steps, kills the engine.

‘Let me walk you to the door,’ he says.

You’re surprised. ‘It’s literally ten steps.’

He walks up with you, stops at the entrance.

‘Namjoon and I are similar in a lot of ways,’ he tells you, putting a hand on your arm, ‘but not in everything. I wouldn’t want you to think I’d treat you the same as he’s done.’

You look up at him and the memory of him that day at the festival softens your gaze.

‘I know you’re not the same,’ you say.

‘Good,’ Hoseok says. He lets go of your arm.

He waits until you’re inside before he drives away.

***

You and Jimin stare, bemused, at the beautifully stocked display trays of fresh fruit and vegetables.

You haven’t even started your shift, but it looks like all your work’s been done for you.

You turn to Jimin. ‘Did you?’

‘Nope,’ Jimin denies.

‘Then who?’

Hoseok walks by, accompanied by a man you don’t know with a lip piercing and a fluffy looking wolf cut covering his face.

‘Hey, Jungkook and I arranged the fruit this morning. Do you guys want to go round the back? We made rolls and coffee.’

Nonplussed, you and Jimin follow Hoseok and Jungkook to the break room.

Hoseok pours you a mug of coffee, passes you a roll.

‘How are you doing?’ he asks, settling into the seat next to yours, leaning back.

His thigh brushes yours as he stretches out, and he moves it carefully away.

‘I’m good,’ you say. ‘You?’

‘I couldn’t sleep well thinking about what you said,’ Hoseok says.

You’re discomfited. ‘It’s fine, Hoseok, I didn’t tell you for any particular reason.’

‘I know. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry and I can do better.’

You’re quiet. ‘Why do you care?’

‘I like you,’ he says, with an honesty that takes your breath away. ‘Even when you’re mean to me.’

He smiles at your expression. ‘Especially when you’re mean to me,’ he amends.

You can’t help but laugh.

***

Hoseok’s gathering shopping trolleys in the car park when you walk out.

‘Hey,’ he says, pushing a long line of trolleys towards you. ‘Want to go watch a movie?’

You tilt your head, considering, and then decide to make the leap.

‘Hey. My mom dropped off a lot of food at mine yesterday. There’s enough for both of us if you’re interested.’

Hoseok beams at you. ‘Yes!’ he says, with such enthusiasm you’re smiling.

‘I just need to get my jacket,’ he explains. ‘Wait for me here?’

You’re waiting for Hoseok by the trolleys when a familiar voice says your name.

It’s Namjoon.

He’s decked out in blue, and white, tall enough to block out the late afternoon sun, handsome enough to make you stand up straight.

‘Hey,’ he says.

‘Hey.’

‘I haven’t heard from you lately,’ he says. He cocks his head, dimples at you. ‘You good?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘I’m ready,’ Hoseok says cheerfully, coming out the side of the store.

He stops when he sees you and Namjoon.

There’s an infinitesimal pause before he says, ‘Hey, Namjoon.’

Namjoon says, easy, ‘hey Hobi.’

‘We’re going to have dinner,’ you say.

‘Yeah,’ Hoseok says. ‘See you later, Namjoon.’

Hoseok puts a gentle hand under your arm. ‘Ready?’

You think you are.

***

Hoseok’s eating a cream puff.

There’s a dollop of cream on his top lip, and you put your hand on his arm to keep him still as you lean forward and lick it off.

Hoseok’s reflexes are quick.

He turns his head instantly to kiss you full on the lips.

Oh my. Is this what you’ve been missing?

His lips are sweet, and warm, and he’s responsive, following your lead as you deepen the kiss.

His tongue flicks at your lower lip, and then slides into your mouth.

His warm hand covers yours as you break apart.

‘Let’s go sit,’ you invite, gesturing to your couch.

Hoseok’s laying a trail of kisses along the line of your neck, tongue coming out to flick at your skin. His hand’s gently squeezing your covered thigh.

His chest is pressed against yours, and something about the solid warmth of him is making your head spin.

You’re squirming, impatient already even though he’s made no move to do anything but kiss you.

Hoseok sighs out a breath as he pulls away. He rests the side of his head against the back of your couch, lips curving in a smile.

‘I could do this all night,’ he tells you.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

***

Hoseok’s shirtless, lying on his back on your bedspread. His flat abs twitch as you run your tongue along them.

You reach the button on his jeans, tug at it with your teeth.

Hoseok’s hand comes up to grasp your hair.

‘You really want this?’ he asks.

‘We can just snuggle for a bit if you want,’ he suggests, voice low and warm.

He pulls you up alongside him, curls an arm around you, keeps his face close to yours.

He says, ‘I’ve wanted to be with you like this since that time at the festival.’

He reaches out, traces a finger over the upper curve of your breasts, exposed in your bra.

‘Fuck, you’re a menace,’ Hoseok mutters, but he doesn’t sound mad about it.

He traces circles on your arm lazily, lets you slide your hand over his bare chest. His flat nipples pebble under your touch.

‘You know what I think?’ he says, finally.

You raise your eyes to his.

‘I think you need to be told what to do,’ Hoseok says, thoughtfully. ‘You’re too pretty, I bet that’s what all the boys you’ve slept with tell you.’

Your brow furrows.

Hoseok nudges you down so you’re flat on the bed, hooks a thigh over your legs to slide you fully underneath him.

He braces himself with a forearm beside your head, rolls his hips slowly against yours, makes you tremble with want.

Hoseok says, a challenge in his eyes, ‘Bet you wouldn’t know what to do with my cock if I let you have it.’

You look at him, your irritation clouded by lust, by the way he’s still slowly grinding himself against you.

He laughs at you.

The bastard has the audacity to laugh at you.

‘Look at you, your lips like that, your eyes like that. Bet all you have to do is smile and you have guys creaming their pants.’

He leans closer, presses his lips to your ear, murmurs, ‘huh.’

You’re already so wet and needy you can barely keep up, but you muster up a retort, defiance in your tone.

‘I’m not some sort of pillow princess,’ you tell him, annoyed.

Hoseok laughs, voice so low and raspy now you can barely make out the words.

‘I think you are,’ he replies. He rolls his hips again, and you try to stifle a moan but you can’t.

‘It’s ok,’ he tells you, hand under your ass, pulling your hips up to his. ‘I like it.’

The chain around his neck’s dangling into the dip of his clavicles. You tuck your fingers into it, pull a little as you kiss him again, open mouthed.

Hoseok licks into your mouth like he loves the taste of you, sloppy, wet. As you run your hand down over his bare chest he groans.

He sits forward, tucks his fingers under the strap of your bra. ‘Can I take this off?’ he asks.

When you nod he unhooks your bra, tugs it off you.

He admires your bare breasts for so long your hands are already coming up to cover yourself when he says, stern, ‘Don’t.’

‘Hoseok —-‘

‘I’m staring,’ he explains patiently, ‘because I’ve been thinking about you like this for so long I can’t believe we’re finally here, like this.’

He kisses you off centre, at the corner of your mouth, flicking his tongue at the seam of your lips.

‘I’m staring because you’re such a pretty girl.’

He lowers his head, sticks out his tongue, laves the peak of your breast, pulling a whimper out of you.

‘Go on,’ he says, watching your face, lips against your breast. ‘Let me hear how much you like it.’

His thigh slips between yours, and you roll your hips against it, seeking friction for your aching clit, the emptiness between your legs.

Hoseok’s mouth is warm, and wet, and he grasps your hip, tight, as he suckles at your breasts.

Your first orgasm takes you by surprise, a burst of warm pleasure from your throbbing clit, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you cry out and buck your hips against his.

‘Easy, baby,’ Hoseok says, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure, hand warm on your skin as he steadies you.

You lift your face to his, and he’s only too happy to give you his mouth. You’re still breathless from your orgasm, and when he slips a firm hand under your panties, you moan so loudly his ears ring.

Hoseok groans at the feel of you, warm and soft and slicking up his fingers.

‘Are you sensitive? Can I?’

You reach down and curl your fingers around him, and Hoseok can’t stop himself from grinding into your hand.

‘One sec,’ he grunts. He tears open a condom, passes it to you.

‘Go on, do some work, princess.’

You’re sitting up on legs that still feel like jelly.

Instead of rolling the condom onto his length, you take him in your mouth, suck at his head, and Hoseok swears and pulls you off him.

‘Damn you need to warn me if you’re gonna do that, I nearly came,’ he pants.

He kisses you again. ‘Behave yourself or you won’t get fucked.’

You pinch the tip, roll the condom onto him, and Hoseok pulls you on top of him.

He pinches the softness of your inner thigh, making you jump.

‘Line me up,’ he says.

You squeeze him as you position yourself, and Hoseok groans. ‘Fuck, you’re such a brat.’

He closes his eyes, huffs out a long breath as you take him in.

He’s deep, like this, snug. He grasps your hips, helps you move on his cock.

His head arches back into the pillow underneath it, neck bared to you as you ride him.

‘Use me, baby,’ he urges, bucking his hips up into you to fuck you a little deeper, grunting when you cry out.

He feels so good your oversensitivity gives way to building need.

‘Come on,’ Hoseok says. He cards his fingers through your hair, tugs you down so he can devour your mouth. He’s vocal in his enjoyment of you, groaning into your mouth, grasping your ass so tight he’s going to leave marks.

‘Look,’ he says, hoarse, helping you lift up off him so you can see your arousal glistening on his skin, on the insides of your thighs.

He swears. ‘Turn over.’

He pulls out, and you turn over, onto all fours. You tremble with want as he slides his cock against your slit, nudging you apart.

He’s back inside you in one smooth movement, curled over your back, hand on your tits, the other hand snaking down the front of your pelvis to rub your clit.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he tells you. His voice is raspy now, taut. ‘And I think I’m going to fucking love coming into this cunt.’

‘I think you’re gonna get so fucking tight I won’t be able to move.’

He strokes his fingers over your clit, and you cry out. He flicks his other thumb over your peaked nipple.

‘Shit, you’re so fucking soft, princess,’ he groans. ‘So fucking soft.’

You moan his name as his words push you over the edge.

‘That’s it, there you go, princess,’ he says. He drives himself into your pulsing cunt, deep, slow, and then he’s holding you tight, pulled up so your back is pressed to his chest. You can feel him twitching as he fills the condom.

Your arms buckle, and you drop onto the bed, taking him with you.

He rolls off. ‘Fuck, are you ok? Did I squash you?’

You’re still breathless but you manage a smile. ‘No, you killed me.’

Hoseok laughs. ‘Knew you were a princess.’

He sits up, staggers a little, and he disappears in the direction of your kitchen, coming back with a glass of water.

‘Drink up.’

As you drink he goes to the bathroom, returning shirtless but with his briefs back on.

‘All yours,’ he says. He passes you his t-shirt and your panties.

By the time you make it back he’s tidied up the clothes you shed, and is perched on the end of your bed.

He looks up at you.

‘I can go,’ he says, tentative.

You come closer, and automatically, he curls an arm around your waist, pressing his face into your front.

‘Why don’t you stay?’

Hoseok’s smile is bright, happy, pleased. ‘I’d like to.’

You hit the lights, and he holds up the covers for you to slide in, wraps his arm around you as soon as you’re in the bed.

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand.

‘Need to get that?’ he asks as you lift it to check.

He watches you swipe away the text from Namjoon, but all he says is, ‘What kind of coffee do you like? I’ll pick us up some in the morning.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ he promises. ‘I’ll get you whatever you want.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

#bts smut #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #hoseok smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic

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ambrosiagoldfish · 1 year ago

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First time requesting anything sooo let me know if I get anything wrong but,,, could I request some dragon!reader x Venti (Genshin Impact) fluff ? Dragon in like... The way that Zhongli is with a dragon and a humanoid form. let me know if I should send another ask with anything additional,,

Draconic Inquiries

Venti x Dragon! Reader

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and Gn! Reader!

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1634

A/N: Hi, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took so long! There was a lot of hiccups that came up this past week, but I’m happy to finally have had gotten to finishing this!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted a Fluff Fic or head-canons so I did both! I would have asked you but I was already upset that it took this long to write, so I decided not to! I also wrote it to be romantic! I hope this is ok! If not, just shoot me another request and I’ll make you a new one!!

Proofread but of course I could have missed something.

He was first introduced to you via The Traveler, and right away he could tell something about you reminded him a lot of that "old block-head" as Venti so eloquently puts it. Of course, you weren’t anything like Zhongli, but there were some very similar aspects between the two of you at a more biological level.

It didn't take him long to figure it out though, despite his carefree and lovable nature, he is quite perceptive. He could tell from the power imitating from you, that you weren't some regular run of the mill Allogene. The power that you gave off wasn't exactly like his or even most of the other archons it was more… Pure? Something more undisturbed than most elemental beings.

Whatever you were, he wasn't sure if you were open about it, Him, being an Archon, would make him relate to you regarding hiding the truth about yourself, if that is the case. So he decided to ask you about it alone. You were a bit hesitant at first to outright admit it, especially to a person who seemed so interested. Being an Elemental beast, were able to sense an alarming amount of Anemo Energy coming from this short drunkard bard, way too much to just be some regular mortal.

When you finally reveal yourself to be a dragon, he's honestly pretty excited. He's only ever met 4 dragons in his 2600+ year life span, Zhongli, who was just annoyed by any questions he would ask, Dvalin, who, despite being one of his closest friends, is also annoyed by many of his drunken inquiries. Durin and Ursa the Drake tried destroying Mondstadt so they were definitely not an option... So he's been dying to ask a vishap some questions.

And Immediately they started

"Dragon's have hoards, right? Surely there has to be a teensy bit of fine wine there? No? Darn it..."

"Can you breathe fire?!"

"Is it true that dragon's are scared of mice? Eh... Wait! no! That's Elephants. Nevermind!"

It was quite a lot to process and answer them all in time before he went on to the next question. Eventually he seemed to run out of them, that or he saw how distressed you were trying to keep up.

"That's enough questions for today, Ehe! Next time we should have our conversation over a nice cold glass of cider!"

"Next time?"

Venti then, from that day forward, had the two of you meeting up more and more, He would bring the drinks, both Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic, depending on if you drink or not. and every time, Venti would somehow come up with more and more questions about your heritage, nonstop rambling of questions that would go from dusk till dawn. He seemed to never run out of them. But eventually he would start asking questions that weren't about your Draconic lifestyle. Things like,

"So Y/n, have you ever dated anyone before?"

"Hey Yn! Have you heard that the Windblume Festival is coming soon? Ehe, What do you think the original windblume was? Cecilia? Great choice!"

"Have you ever been to Windrise? It's the place with the huge tree! Huh? eh, You haven't? I'll make sure to show you sometime"

The Windblume festival finally comes around, the whole of Mondstadt was in a fury of unending joy, there were games, foods and deserts, the entire of the city’s buildings were all decorated in many different flowers and ribbons. Dandelions soared through the air, each one carrying the wish of a soul in Mondstadt.

The Day was fantastic, but it seems Venti had more energy to spend after the day's festivities, Venti drags you by the hand through the decorated city streets, past the vendor's shops, and over the bridge, all while you were blindfolded. Of course, you were a little scared being led through all these places without even knowing where exactly you were, but your elemental sense was top notch, not to mention your regular senses at that. So you knew you weren't in any real danger.

"Venti, this is a bit dramatic, even for you"

"Eh he… very funny Y/n, but we're almost there! Just a few more steps and... There!"

The pulling of your hand suddenly stops and Venti’s hand lets go of yours, with one quick motion the blindfold obscuring your eyes was snatched clean off. It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the sun beginning to set but even then being blindfolded caused even the slightest of light to sting your eyes.

Looking up, a big tree hung over you both, lying under the tree, just by the roots, was a checkered red and white blanket layed across the viridescent grass, a seemingly warnout picnic basket layed atop it. From where you stood you could make out a plethora of food and drinks, Pie, Dandelion wine, Apples. You certainly knew there was more, you could tell just from your sense of smell.

But the most notable feature about the fairytale esq scene in front of you was Venti, holding something, a bouquet of Ceclia’s

"These are what you believe to be the original Windblume right? I picked them myself so, rest assured! They’re guaranteed to be the best of quality, ehe!"

"Y/n, the time we’ve spent together these past few months have meant the world to me... Since the moment you arrived in Mondstadt, you’ve been tangled up in every thought of my mind, you've become all I can think about, my one and only worry, my muse, my... everything... What I'm trying to say is, Y/n, I love you and if you feel the same, could you continue being my muse?" His arms stretch slightly to you, offering you the bouquet in his hand.

Everything about this, the scenery, the way he asked, down to the golden hour from the sun, it was all so unforgettable. Your hands slowly move to grasp the Cecilia’s, bringing them up to your face and smelling them.

“Nothing would make me happier, Venti”

Venti’s eyes lit up, blush washed his face as a soft breeze quickly caried him over to you as he practically tackled you into his embrace, the sudden forces causes you both to spin in each others arms, all while Venti’s heartfelt laugh drowns out all other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His voice grew louder with the repetition as a gleeful smile plastered on his face. He reaches back from his embrace, quickly grabbing his lyre and giving it a few test strums.

“The day isn’t over yet! Allow me to serenade you with a song I’ve made especially for you, my muse.”

And with that, you both continued to laugh and sing throughout the night. The sounds of the feverish festivities of you both echoed through Windrise, your love that would last for eons to come, dancing across the wind.

You both truly, couldn’t be happier.

HEADCANONS

Venti always makes sure that he’s always there for you when you aren’t your best mentally or physically. He cudddles you when your sad, listens to you when you’re upset. Overall he may be a loud bard but he’s also a great listener!

And speaking of cuddles he LOVES them. Since youre a dragon, your body temperature is a lot higher than humans, so he loves the warmth close to him. And if you ever decide to cuddle while IN dragon form then he wouldn’t let you leave for a while. (I also headcanon that since he’s a wind spirit, his body temperature isn’t that high so he’s often a little cold, so an S/o with a high body temperature would be perfect for him)

Regardless of if you can fly or not in dragon form, he loves to go on walks with you, and by “walks” I mean YOU do the walking and he just sits on your back. If you CAN fly than he’d be less of a koala and actually fly with you.

(You may have scared a few of the locals but love is love)

If there’s ever a time that you have to fight, either to protect him, yourself or something else, he will always have your back. Of course, him being a Wind Spirit and an Archon he has at least some power but after losing his Gnosis and him being demoted to the least powerful archon, he’s not incredibly strong. But you being a dragon seems to make up for his lack of power. The times you’ve saved him from some lowly fatuus trying to ambush him, he really couldn’t be more thankful.

He’s really into PDA (no surprise there) so kisses, handholding, etc are all commonplace. He's also always bringing you gifts like food. He’s not much of a baker, but he’d try to make anything for you that you’d want. (Just uh… don’t expect it to be anything spectacular)

Gifts he likes are Cider (obvi) and of course, Apples! You’d get him the finest of wines, (that’s totally not from your dragon hoard, because you are TOTALLY not that kind of dragon •-•^) and he would love them more each time.

He would eventually introduce you to Dvailn (it’s his best bud so it’s a given you’d meet him eventually) and Zhongli who he thought you two might have something in common with.

Overall, having a dragon S/o is one of the best things to happen to him (Tied only with that time Diluc accidentally left his wine cellar unlocked) He’s always wanting to learn more about you and loves spending time with you!

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ourtearsofrain · 2 years ago

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Greek God (D.R.W)

Summary: You get home from a stressful day at work to find your boyfriend troubled by some negative comments on the internet.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader

Genre: Fluff, little angst, mutual hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.1 k

Warnings: small mentions of negative self image, mentions of working customer service, other than that nothing

Walking into yours and Danny’s apartment, you set your keys down on the small table next to the front door and kick off your shoes, discarding them in a messy pile under it. You make a mental note to clean them up later; your shift at work was long and stressful, and the only thing on your mind is finding Danny and cuddling up with him. He had been home on a break from tour for 3 days, yet you still felt like you hadn’t seen him in months. You found yourself wanting, needing, to spend as much time with your boyfriend as you could before he left again for weeks on end. You call out for Danny, and begin to walk towards your living room, looking for him. You find him sitting in the middle of your couch, staring at his phone screen, body tense with a frustrated and almost hurt expression.

“Are you ok love?” you ask as you make your way towards him. When he doesn’t respond, you gently take ahold of his chin, tilting his head back to look at you now standing in front of him.

“Danny, are you ok?”

His gaze softens as he turns his phone off and lightly tosses it to the end of the couch. “Uh yeah, I’m fine. How was your day love?”

Remembering the events of the day, you move onto his lap, facing him with your thighs on top of his own, your calves on either side of them. You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his fancy hair products and cologne. A wave of comfort rolls over you, allowing you to relax into his arms. You feel him relax as well, the tension slowly leaving his body.

“Not great. It was especially busy today, and it felt like every other customer that walked in wanted to start an argument over the smallest things. One lady full on yelled at me ten minutes before my shift ended because we didn’t have this specific product or something, I don’t even remember what it was. And I was on my feet all day, so I’m tired and sore.”

He moves his hands to your hips, massaging gentle circles into them, soothing the ache. “Aw sweetheart, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

“No, s’ok though. This is helping. Been waiting to get back into your arms all day.”

You pull away from the warmth of his neck to look at him. “What about you, are you alright? You looked upset when I came in.”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“You didn’t look ok love… talk to me, please. What’s wrong?”

He looks down at his hands, still working gentle but firm circles into your hips. “I… I just spent too long on social media today. Sort of fell into the black hole of comments that I know I should ignore.”

You let concern flood your features as you bring your hands up his sides to rest on his shoulders, gently giving the muscles there a comforting squeeze. “Oh honey… I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about them?”

Letting his head fall forward against your shoulder, he lets out a deep sigh, and you can feel the speed of his thumbs still rubbing small circles into your hips quicken and become more erratic, the pace of his thumbs matching his mind as his thoughts race, fueled by nerves. “I don’t know, I just…”

The movements of his thumbs halt to a stop as he trails off and brings his head back up slightly, eyes refusing to meet your own.

“Do you ever… do you ever think it would be better, that I would look better, if my nose was smaller? I know I shouldn’t care but… I’ve seen so many comments about it, and not just today. Comments saying I should get a nose job or just negativity in general… I feel like it gets in the way sometimes you know? That must be annoying right? You have to be constantly bumping into it when we kiss. I don’t know, like I said I shouldn’t care, it’s stupid.”

Still refusing to meet your gaze, you move your hands to cradle the sides of his jaw in both hands, leaning forward and gently kissing the bridge of his nose. You lean back, and he finally looks you in the eyes again as he becomes visibly bashful, a slight blush beginning to creep into his cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I adore your nose. It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful. Just the way you are. There’s a reason that renaissance statues of Greek gods have a nose like yours. Its unique, its powerful, and it’s gorgeous.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes, I promise sweetheart.”

Burying his face in your neck, he brings his hands up your back and draws you into him, holding you flush against him. He nuzzles his nose into you, his breath warm against your neck. “Thank you honey.” he mumbles against you.

You plant a kiss to the top of his head. “Of course, my love.” You rest your cheek against the side of his head, once again feeling comfort and relaxation seep into you as you breathe in his scent. A yawn from you causes him to sit upright and take his head away from your shoulder where it was resting.

“Are you tired sweetheart?” You rub at your eyelids and meet his warm gaze.

“Little bit. Like I said, long day.” A soft, slight smile dances on his lips.

“How about we go take a nap? Curl up in bed together, and when we wake up, we can order takeout and cuddle on the couch watching whatever we want. Just relax for the rest of the night; how does that sound honey?”

Thinking of spending the rest of your day with your boyfriend, you let out a content sigh. “That sounds amazing, Danny.”

A full smile breaks onto his face then, and he brings his mouth to yours, kissing you softly. Moving his hands down from your hips to the tops of your thighs, he lightly motions for you to stand up, following close behind when you are off his lap. You take his hands in your own, and begin to walk backwards, leading him in the direction of your bedroom. “One thing,” he starts quietly, causing you to stop and stare expectantly up at him. “Can I be little spoon?”

You laugh lightly and stand on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss to his lips. “Of course. Anything for my Greek god.”

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paulyenvol6 · 5 months ago

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A Night Out

Smutty OS of Harry Styles x reader

Contains: oral (f receiving) and a little angsty.

Wordcount: ~1.45k

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Y/n stood in front of the mirror and brushed her hair in a bored and unmotivated way. That’s when Harrry suddenly entered the room. „Honey, are you ready? We need to leave in a few minutes.“ „Mhm.“, she mumbled and put away the hairbrush. „What’s wrong?“

„I just… I’m really not in the mood to go to the dinner right now.“ „Sweetie, it’s only a few hours.“ „I know, but I’m tired and I wanna be with you.“, she moaned. „But you are with me.“, Harry said and caressed her cheek. „Yeah, but I wanna BE be with you. Touch you.“

Her hands wandered down his body. „Wanna taste you.“ Harry smiled and then took her hand. „Please let’s just go to the dinner and afterwards we’re gonna do whatever you like. Whatever you wish, baby, promise.“ Y/n made a pained expression on her face. „But I don’t wanna go, Harry.“ He sighed. „Please, y/n, we made the plans weeks ago. We can’t just not go now.“ She just shook her head. „Y/n. Don’t make it so hard f’me. I promise, we’re gonna have a good time. I’m always gonna be next to you and it’s gonna be fine.“ She babbled something in an annoyed way but put on her shoes and left the room.

All the way to the restaurant Harry could tell that she was still annoyed and in a bad mood. He was kind of sad about it but told himself that he would make her feel so good tonight after the dinner so she would feel better. During the dinner, y/n didn’t smile once and barely even talked. She gave very short answers and sometimes didn’t even looked at the people she was in a „conversation“ with. Harry became more and more pissed. Why couldn’t she just behave?

There were some more situations like this and then Harry had enough. He stood up and took y/n’s hand. „Come with me.“ She looked up to him with a suprised face. „What?“, she asked. „C’mon. Now.“ She frowned but stood up. Harry pulled her to the women’s bathroom and stopped in front of the door. „See if there’s someone inside.“ „Why Harry?“ „Just do it, ok?“ She did and when she told him there was no one inside, Harry pushed her inside and followed.

He entered a cabine, pulling her with him and locked the door. „What the hell is going on, Harry?“ „Shh.“, he said, a cold look on his face. „You said you wanted to be with me and now you’re gonna get what you wanted. And then afterwards you’re gonna fucking behave.“ Y/n didn’t know what to answer. Harry didn’t waste any time to guide her to the wall. He gently pressed her to it and sank to his knees.

Then he pulled down her panties and lifted up her skirt. Without any warning his lips wrapped around her clit and roughly sucked on it. Y/n shrieked in suprise and grabbed his hair to hold on to something. „Harry.“, she panted and threw her head back in pleasure when his tongue played with her clit. „Shut up.“, he whispered against her pussy. „Y’don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?“

She bit her lip and tried to hold back her sounds. Harry then slid inside of her with his tongue. Y/n hummed and bit on her finger so she stayed quiet. She kept moving her hips since she couldn’t stay still and Harry put his hand on her hips and pressed her against the wall.

„Stay still, or m’gonna stop.“ She nodded and Harry continued fucking her with his tongue. She loved the way his warm and soft tongue felt inside of her and how his nose pressed against her clit. When his lips wrapped around her clit again and he started to draw small circles around it, she pressed her hand on the wall so she could kind of hold on to something. She didn’t have the courage to grab Harry’s hair again since he seemed to be pissed. Her other hand was still in her mouth, trying to cover up her sounds.

He licked her cunt in an almost indifferent and cold way. It was like he had a job to do. Y/n knew her boyfriend though, and she could tell from a look down to him that he was in fact not unaffected by their actions. She saw the slight redness on his cheeks, how his chest went up and down a little faster and of course the bulge in his pants.

While still stimulating her clit with his tongue, Harry took his fingertip to her entrance and teased her. She arched her back, wanting to get more. When he roughly sucked on her clit y/n couldn’t help but groan. „Harry.“, she whined and closed her eyes in pleasure. He ignored her, different to how he usually was when they made out. He’d usually say a lot of dirty things to her when they had sex so she was a bit disappointed that she didn’t get a reaction.

She then felt her orgasm grow in her. „M’gonna come.“, she said quietly and moaned when he twirled his tongue in a particular skillfull way around her clit. She came with a shriek and Harry’s hand immediately covered her mouth. She moaned against his hand and pressed her hands against the wall behind her.

Harry licked her through her orgasm and then after she had come down from her high felt her getting weak, especially her legs. So after licking her cunt clean, he stood up and supported her by wrapping his arms around her waist. Her head sank to his shoulder and her breath slowly started to calm. Y/n would’ve liked to stay like this for a little longer but it seemed like Harry didn’t. He moved away from her, pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt. „C’mon.“, he said with a gesture to the door. „And I swear, y/n if you don’t behave now and be friendly to the people I’m gonna be so fucking mad. I gave you what you wanted so don’t be a brat.“ Y/n didn’t answer him. She simply didn’t know what to say to him. On one hand she felt kind of bad because he was so pissed but on the other hand there was a bit of a childish stubborness in her head.

Harry and y/n went back to the table and sat down. They quickly started conversations and she actually decided to be friendly to the people. So the rest of the dinner went okay. She had some interesting conversations and when Harry and her were about to leave she felt bad for having been such a brat earlier. When she saw him laughing at the woman he was in a conversation with she hoped that he was in a better mood either.

They said goodbye to the people and walked towards the door. Y/n shyly looked at her boyfriend but he didn’t react. When they were outside she had to say something and turned her head to see him. „Harry, I’m sorry.“ He didn’t answer and didn’t look at her. „I really was in a weird mood today and I don’t know, I – god, I really acted like a brat.“ „Yeah, you did.“, Harry said and y/n was happy that he said something, even though it wasn’t positive. „M’sorry. Can I do anything nice for you?“ Harry sighed. „No, s’alright.“ „No, it’s not. I wasn’t fair, I was childish and treated you badly.“ „It’s okay, y/n, really. I mean, yeah, I was pissed n’all, but in the end you were nicer and I eventually had fun. It’s okay, I forgive you.“ She smiled at him and got teary eyes. Harry laughed. „God, y/n, did you think I would be forever mad at you?“

He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. „But, Baby?“, he whispered next to her ear. „Mhm?“ „I feel kind of bad for how I talked to you in the restaurant bathroom.“ She took a step away from him and looked at him with widened eyes. „What? No you don’t have to.“ „But wasn’t I a little rough?“ „What? Harry, no.“ „But you know, the way that I just pushed you into the cabine and I told you to be quiet and I didn’t talk to you but ignored you…“ „Harry, please stop. I was very mean tonight so it’s absolutely natural that you were mad at me. And about pushing me into the cabine, don’t worry, it was all consentual.“

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry edward styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #one direction #1d #1direction #1d imagines #one direction fanfiction

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mvkushiin · 6 months ago

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𝗖𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗚𝗚𝗦

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗺𝘅𝗺 — 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶 .ᐟ.ᐟ

__ ★₊˚﹟ 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘂 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⊹ ࣪ '

𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 ::

𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶, 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸.

⚠︎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 :

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲

:: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸..,

Fire — the whole house was on fire.

“It’s that bald cat’s fault, don’t look at me like that” (name) mumbled guiltily, avoiding his brothers’ gaze towards him.

What even happened? Everything was going smoothly without any worries, (name) only wanted to make scrambled eggs for his brothers to prove a point that he, (Name) Haitani can cook.

・・・・・

A frustrated (name) was seen in the kitchen along with both older males who stared at him with teasing smiles. “Just admit it (nickname) you can’t cook for life. You need us to babysit you to ensure you won’t be going along to Jesus anytime soon.” The very eldest of the three mocked him, giving the youngest a soft pat.

“I can cook ok?! Y’all just don’t know about it and I don’t need the left and right hand of Satan to babysit me” he fired back, glaring at his two brothers who only seemed to worsen. “Yeah, yeah, ok little brother we believe you.” Rindou said with a hint of sarcastic lacing in his voice.

(Name) fumed, groaning. Why are his brothers so annoying? Sometimes, (name) would just carry a scotch tape with him just in case their mouths will start to blabber about things that would surely awaken the anger in him. “Shut up, y’all oldies and ugly.”

Pulling the ‘ugly’ and ‘old’ insult was (name)’s go-to when he can’t think of anything to rebut to his brothers’ claims. It always works though with how the two valued their looks.

Ran rolled his eyes, feigning offense. “Hey, I’m not ugly!!”

“The mirror from ‘Snow White’ would crack if it sees you to be honest.” (name) gave them a side eye before picking up Kokonut, his cat that Koko bought him as a birthday gift to the counter. Rindou burst into laughter at his younger brother’s comment, clearly amused by his playful insults, while Ran went to look at himself in the mirror to prove to everyone (not like they care though) about how beautifully hot he is.

Rindou went to get something upstairs while Ran was busy talking to the mirror, leaving the younger Haitani in the kitchen to operate. Not even for a while, a bang was heard coming from the kitchen and a soft “ouch” from (name), making the older males sprint towards the kitchen worriedly.

“Are you ok, (nickname)? What happened?” One of the males asked, worried for their little brother who gave them a thumbs up from beneath the floor, his small hand seen behind the counter. “ ‘m fine!!” He reassured his brothers who sighs in defeat.

Ran facepalmed, helping (name) stand up and dusting him off while the other older picked up the fallen utensils and a frying pan. “Not even a minute in the kitchen, and there’s already a new disaster.” He stated nonchalantly as if to mock the younger about his ‘capableness’.

(Name) bared his fangs, snatching the pan from Rindou. “It’s not my fault I slipped!!” The male with dual blue and yellow streak locks snickered “More like you were being clumsy again.”

The eldest decided to back up the middle child, a chuckle escaping from his throat. “Just admit it (nickname) that you can’t cook to save your life.”

“Shut up before I hit you with this frying pan. Anyway, I know how to cook, ok? Egg is my specialty!!” (name) stated with a proud look, his voice filled with arrogance. The two raised an eyebrow skeptically, “Egg is your specialty? Pfft- that’s not much of a flex.”

Ran chimed in, “You know that even a five year old can make eggs right? That’s the easiest thing to cook.”

With that, the both of them snickered, clearly unconvinced about their little brother’s claim of specialty. They know the younger would write threads about how to cook this and that, but he will and just can’t apply it to himself with whatever reason God gave him when he made (name) knowledgeable about kitchen stuff, yet make chaos whenever he is in the vicinity.

“My eggs are different, they're top notched. Just watch and see.”The male then took the pan and placed it on the stove. Gathering his ingredients, he cracked the eggs into a bowl directly and seasoned them with salt.The two brothers watched the younger intently as he began making scrambled eggs. They tried to hold back their amused smiles, still skeptical of his cooking abilities. After scrambling the eggs, (name) turned on the stove over a medium heat.

As (name) poured the eggs, he felt a pair of eyes on him. It was Kokonut, their mischievous sphynx cat, eyeing the proceedings with keen interest. With a sizzle, the eggs hit the pan, (name) began to whisk vigorously. But before he could even add a pinch of his special ingredient that makes his scrambled eggs ‘unique and top notched’, Kokonut made his move.

The cat leaped onto the counter, swatting at the eggs with a playful paw. "No, Kokonut, stay away!" (name) pleaded, but the cat wasn’t listening.

In a whirlwind of chaos, Kokonut darted around the kitchen, knocking over spice jars and swiping at anything that caught his attention. "Hey! That’s not for you!" (Name) protested, trying to fend off the cat without losing control of his eggs.

Ran and Rindou watched from the doorway, highly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before them. "Looks like Kokonut has a taste for chaos," Rindou remarked with a smirk. “Just like the owner, I guess,” the other chuckled, watching the chaos unfold.

“That’s not edible, you stupid bald cat!”

“Don’t steal, that’s mine!!”

“Watch it, Kokonut!!”

“Stop!!!!!”

Ran chortled “Oh man, that cat is relentless”

Rindou shook his head, “Pfft- can’t even cook in peace without the cat trying to steal everything.”

They sure are enjoying the chaos ensuing in the kitchen. As (name) and Kokonut engaged in their battle, the unmistakable smell of something burning filled the air. Panic set in as the youngest turned to see smoke billowing from the pan. "My eggs!!" he exclaimed, rushing to the stove, while his cat gave him a hard time by scratching his clothes. “Stop it, the egg is burning, you bald- oh fuck”

But before he could finish his sentence and salvage his breakfast masterpiece, disaster struck. In his haste, the boy accidentally knocked over the oil bottle, causing flames to erupt from the pan. "Fire!" he shouted, frantically waving a dishcloth in a futile attempt to extinguish the fire.

Ran and Rindou rushed into action, taking a bucket and dousing the flames before they could spread further. Amidst the chaos, Kokonut hissed indignantly, his none-visible fur bristling from the commotion.

"Call the firefighters!!" (name) cried out in distress, still frantically trying to blow out the fire, only succeeding in fanning the flames further. By the time the firefighters arrived, the kitchen was a scene of mild disaster. Not just the kitchen, but the whole house.

With smoke lingering in the air, the poor house was a charred mess, and Kokonut sat beside (name), licking his paws innocently. While (name) stared at the burning house with horror, the firefighters trying to put off the fire.

Ran and Rindou looked at (name) with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Well, you did prove one thing," Ran quipped, trying to stifle his laughter. "Yeah," Rindou added with a grin. "You definitely sparked some excitement in the kitchen. The spark was so big it ate our entire house"

“Shut up both of you will you? My egg…” (name) pitifully cried, crouching. A glare directed to Kokonut once in a while. The two older brothers shook their heads at his mournful cry, a mixture of amusement and sympathy on their faces.

Rindou facepalmed, “You’re crying over a burnt egg, but not our now ashes house?”

And that’s how they ended up homeless in less than thirty minutes.

˙ . ꒷ 𝗲𝗻𝗱 . 𖦹˙—

───

A fluff oneshot with the Haitani's because I love them both!!

I've been dying to write this, but my job and studies kept me busy (·•᷄︿‎•᷅ ). Anyway, I'm writing an Izana x male reader next, I don't know when though. My schedule is packed.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x male reader #male reader #haitani brothers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #fluff

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dissociation-station123 · 2 years ago

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DazaiXReader Fluffy Angsty Smut Warning

“Dazai, are you happy? I don’t think I have ever seen you genuinely smile like that.” Mori asked as he watched him from the office chair grin down at his phone.

Dazai’s eyes flickered up and for a second Mori could tell his mind had wandered elsewhere then a small shake and he was back in the present. “I don’t know? Is this what this feeling is? She makes me crazy with it…” Dazai says quietly.

Mori observed him not sure if this was a good shift for one of his best enforcers. Though he still cares about those who worked for him so he gave a warning, “Don’t let this Y/N become a distraction.”

Dazai quickly lost the silly expression on his face and the cold stare he was used to returning. “Aww don’t worry! I’m still your ruthless hitman boss!” Mori nodded satisfied yet made sure to make a note of his unusual behavior just in case.

“You know sometimes I forget she exists even when she is in the same room with me.” Dazai returns to his rambling and Mori raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Mori asks, a bit confused. It seems this woman had him head over heels yet he feels this way.

“It’s hard to put into words…” Dazai mutters looking back down at the picture Chuuya had just sent him. Since he would be busy he had asked him to take her somewhere fun. Apparently they had decided on an aquarium. Chuuya had sent an image of her absentmindedly staring at a stingray. Her mouth slightly agape and eyes sparkling. He knew that face well it was the one she made right before she went on an overexcited explanation of something she cared about.

“Well who is on your list today boss?” Dazai put away his phone, tucking away the small bit of peace so that he could focus. Letting his thoughts numb down until there was nothing. Erasing the thought of her calling out his name just last night after letting him mentally break down a few more of her walls. The process to become the monster he was expected to be was taking longer than normal nowadays…

But he knew if he failed Mori would ensure that whatever bit of love he had found would be removed. Distraction… Please don’t become a distraction…

The Previous Night

Dazai was sitting on the couch completely focused on some show as the strange woman he let into his life sits quietly beside him. The room had been completely silent for over an hour yet he felt so at ease. It was an odd feeling.

So much so that his thoughts must have shown on his face because her finger was now pressed gently on his arm. Dazai smiled, “I’m ok, pretty girl…” She studies him for a few more seconds as if to read if that was the cause and then smiles back.

“Why do you do that?” Dazai was suddenly curious at the strange way she consoled him. Why wouldn’t she verbally ask him if he was ok? He clenched his fist when her face darkened as if caught in a horrid memory. “Tell me lovely. Please. I am not making fun of you. I am just curious.”

“Most people find it annoying because I ask too much. I guess this developed as a way to check on someone that was not too invasive and loud.” She said her eyes drifted away from his face and he frowned. He gently lifted her chin to face him again.

“They would get angry with you?” He asked and she just nodded. “Who?” Dazai flinched at his dark tone but he couldn’t control the urge to hurt those who had wronged her. This kind soul is jaded and haunted by her past.

“I mean a lot of people.” She laughs and he tries not to growl. Recognizing she was using humor to mask her discomfort. “Dazai, it's fine. I will get my shit together eventually.” Again she giggles but he doesn’t seem to think it’s very funny.

“It’s not ok Y/N.” Dazai muttered as he gently stroked her cheek. Her eyes widened in surprise at his softening demeanor. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that….” Dazai’s hand falls as he realizes he was more of a beast than human. He was not deserving of that sweet and cherishing look she had given him. He was not supposed to have someone like her care about him.

Suddenly she is kissing his face all over and he is completely knocked backwards. When her lips claim his he is breathless. When she pulls away all he can do is stare, mouth slightly parted, “Sorry I got carried away. I just couldn’t help myself.” She said, embarrassed. “Don’t look at me like that…” Again another small laugh.

Dazai feels her try to pull away but she had him entranced now and he was keeping her close. His arms encircle her waist and he pulls her on his lap. “Dazai!” She shouts playfully but he refuses to let go.

“How did I look at you?” His words are muffled as he presses his face against her chest nuzzling. Her heartbeat picked up and he could tell she had gotten a bit flustered by the way she pushed down slightly grinding into him. Dazai controlled himself but the sensation was making it hard.

“I don’t know; like as if I was the most precious thing ever.” Again sarcasm hid her fear, as if she was always mentally preparing for rejection. Not knowing that he thought she was too good to be true.

Dazai looks up at her and pulls her down so he could place a kiss on her shoulder. Holding in a groan when he felt her shiver. “To me you are.” He whispers into her ear and he watches her take a sharp breath. “I will never stop reminding you of that.”

“Dazai…” She called his name like a moan and he felt the tension snap inside of him from the simple sound.

“I thought I was already crazy but Y/N you somehow made me even more deranged…” His voice came out raspy this time his eyes felt heavy with lust. She squirms against him as his hands travel up her sides. She makes the cutest sounds as his hand travels lower now to squeeze her ass. “You can’t be so cute… It’s dangerous…”

Before she could respond he kissed her deeply. She whines into his mouth and her fingers now threading into his hair keeping him close until they both gasp for air. “I’m going to move you on your back now treasure…” Dazai said through labored breathing. She nods with no hesitation and it makes him lose his composure for a second. The way she trusted him…

Dazai gently lays her back and groans at the look in her eyes as she stares up at him. He felt like wrapping her up and shielding her from anything. The logical part of his mind told him the only real danger to her is himself. “Dazai…” Again she calls out to him and he curses to himself.

“You make it hard to regret what I have done…” He mindlessly mutters but she reaches out a hand, her thumb tracing his jaw and smiles. “I’m so weak…” He almost whimpers but pulls himself together as he removes her shorts. Her eyes widened, not expecting this so soon.

“Wait let me…” She begins to speak but he growls and covers her lips with his large hand. She mumbles and protests against his palm. He kisses the side of her neck tenderly enjoying the soft mewl sound she makes.

“Such a people pleaser my sweet Y/N…” He whispers and loves the way she shivers under him from his low voice. “You always are the one begging to take care of me. To make me feel good.” Though he is stopping her from speaking he sees the look of defiance in her eyes.

“Ah ah… don’t try to say other wise. I have learned your ways sweetheart. Tonight it’s going to be a bit different.” Dazai says endearingly and she freezes a bit. “Tonight you are going to tell me exactly what you want. Exactly how you need me.” He bites down softly on her ear. “Ok…”

Dazai glares down at her, the intensity telling her there was no room for her to be stubborn. She must have understood how serious he was because she simply nodded and he moved his hand. “I’m going to taste you now sweetheart. I want you to cum on my tongue. Crave it…”

Y/N adorably bit her lip in anticipation and a bit of nerves. He could see her mind scolding her and telling her to be self conscious. He also saw her fighting against the thoughts as he lifted her shirt above her head. He studied her body taking in every delicate detail until she pouted. “What is it?” He teased and she huffed.

“Well taste me then…” Her voice desperately hummed and it made him clench his fist. “You said you would do what I wanted…” He felt a sharp pang in his chest. Dazai thought maybe it was his god-like ego being taken down a peg. If anyone else tried to order him around he would have snapped. But in this moment he wanted nothing more than to give in.

“Let me spoil you a while first. I promise you will enjoy it.” Dazai whispered, his voice a bit distant. He leaned over her and they simply gazed into each other's eyes. Others may deem him a god but he was a simple and pathetic worshiper when it came to the peculiar being under him. “Let me kiss away my sins…” He muttered softly. “Wash them away with your sweet sounds…”

He gasps when she pulls down his neck and kisses him deeply. So much was said between them at that moment without any words. Both of them cling to each other. As if they were each other's life boats in a dangerous sea. Neither one is ready to admit all the harm that has been done to them or from them. It was rare to live in the moment but when they were together they grasped it with fragile hearts.

With each halted breath and messy swipe of their tongues they spoke everything they couldn’t say out loud. Both of them assumed this was temporary. Used to things being taken from them. “Now…” She whispered softly… “taste me now…” He groaned his hands squeezing her hip to hear the sweet sound that escape her lips.

He bit her neck and sucked harshly, enjoying her nails digging into his shoulder. “That’s it, mark me up…” Dazai growled, licking the dark bruise he left himself on her thin skin. He lost it when she started grinding up into him. “I had no idea my baby could be so greedy… So impatient…”

“You don’t mind…” She says softly pushing his head lower he takes the opportunity to suck and lick on each of her nipples. Her body arches up into his. “Do you?” She tries to seem confident but under the slightly threatening tone he recognizes hesitation. As if he would punish her for her brazenness. He ignores the anger that bubbled up thinking about who made her doubt herself in such a way.

Dazai slowly traces one nipple with a finger while his tongue slowly drags along the other. Then looks up at her, her eyes waiting for his response, dilated with lust he could still see that she had not given into it. “Not at all… use me please…” He growls and she groans. Her hand then pushes his head down lower and he gladly leaves kisses down her stomach.

He smiles against her lower stomach as she gets more aggressive. He sticks out his tongue and lifts up her hips. Then runs it along her already wet folds. He feels her body loosen up and open wider for him. He felt a fondness creep up and he increased his pace, now sucking at her clit. “This is what you wanted right…” His voice sounded strange and unrecognizable.

“Yes… yes…” Again she shoves him back down and he gives in gladly to her physical demand. Eating her out as if he had been starving. He sighs when he feels her cum on his tongue. Her body relax and head falls back satisfied.

“That’s not all is it?” He asks as his finger slowly traces the outside as his thumb now teases her nub.

“No…” She breathed, she looked down and a fierceness was in her gaze. “More…” Dazai contained the urge to fuck her then and there. Instead he pushed his long finger deep inside her throbbing pussy enjoying the whine she let out.

“Yes ma’am…” He moaned and began thrusting up rubbing along her spongy walls. Trying to memorize the feeling. His tongue back to lick along the outside as she bucked against him. He watched as she rubbed her nipples. The sight was so lewd he felt his mind slipping at the sight. His pants felt painful now as his cock throbbed for attention.

“Mmm…” Dazai used his frustration as motivation to see her cum once again. It did not take long to feel her cunt pulsate and a sharp scream of pleasure echoed off the walls. “That expression… only for me… I love it….” He sounded crazed but she smiled for him. Her hands reach up to cup his face and drag him back for a sweet kiss.

“Fuck me…” She whispered against his lips and he smirked. He stood up and undressed. She did not take her stare from him and it was breathtaking.

“How do you want me and where?” He asked, a bit embarrassed by how needy he sounded. This made her giggle.

“You're so cute. Look how badly you want me…” She no longer holds doubt in that tone as she sauntered over to him. Standing a few inches apart her hand runs down from his neck, down his chest to his stomach. Then finally they wrap around his hard cock, her thumb caressing the precum and spreading it along his tip.

He doesn’t complain no matter how badly his instinct was telling him to pick her up and fuck her against the closest wall. “Your being so good for me Dazai…” Her smirk was pure evil but he loved it. She stops stroking him and he can’t help but growl. Then she takes his hand and laughs, pulling him out of the living room and into the bedroom.

When she lets go he stands in the middle of the room waiting. His whole body tense like a predator ready to attack at any minute. His eyes watching as his prey climbs onto his bed. Those big innocent eyes and pouting lips were the most enticing thing in the world.

He watches as she gets on all fours and arches her body for him. “Fuck me from behind. I love when your fingers dig into my hips…” He did not need to question her clear instructions. Without a second thought he almost ran to the bed. He pushes her back lower and she spread herself wider pressing her ass against his hips in anticipation. “You make me weak in so many ways…”

They both gasp as he slowly pushed in. Her moans were now unbridled and she did not hold back as he buried his dick balls deep. She tried not to move away even though he knew his large size was pressed against her cervix.

“Move!” she snarls animalistically and all consciousness is lost. He yanks her up by the base of her neck and kisses her sloppily. Then drops her back down roughly taking hold of her hips. Relentless he pounds into her and she praises him as her fingers desperately grasp his sheets.

The way her cunt sucked him in and the sounds of her wetness being pushed around was maddening. He wanted to say how she was his and that he belonged to her. To break her mind so much that she agrees to it. “Dazai… hah… Feels so good…” She cries out and he realizes she has just as much ownership over him. That she had somehow broken into his space. That he would follow her anywhere.

Her pussy squeezes his cock and his head falls back. As she comes undone knows he won’t last too much longer. His body spasms and he begins to pull out but she whimpers, “No inside…” He holds on to her tightly shoving as far as he could go and releases, a strangled moan escapes his lips as he tries to keep upright. Both of them were sweaty and heaving for air.

He misses the warmth when he removes himself from her and they groan. Dazai lays next to her and she turns her head to look at him. Both of them smile as he brushes hair out of her face. “I’m not done with you mister…” She laughs.

“Ooo yeah…” Dazai teases and she nods cutely. He wants to tell her that he loves her. That he wants to shield her from the world but give her the world all at once. But he doesn’t because he knows they are scared deep down. “Where and how?”

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Date Night - A “Looking For a Hearbeat” One-Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just got back together after a long time. Your friends offer to watch your baby daughter so you two can have a date night.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Sex inside a Car, Fluff.

A/N: Hiiii, I’m still here. Sometimes. This little one-shot was based on these anon asks:

Well, I feel like they banged a lot! lol, it had been quite a while of pent up energy, so yeah, even if sex wasn't the main thing in their relationship, I feel like they had a lot to catch up on that area.

Awh, now I have this headcanon that from chapter 25 onwards, Bucky and Y/n are just constantly touching each other in some way, and that for weeks (maybe even months?) various team members would offer to babysit Summer for a few hours a day, so that Bucky and Y/n could... "catch up" in peace. 😁

Thank you, nonnies. I had a blast writing form them again. And thank you so so much @flordeamatista and @sn0wpiercer. You have no idea how much you two helped me.

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

“Vee-vee!”

“Ah… there’s my best girl!” Upon opening his front door Steve reaches for Summer with a big smile as the one-year-old makes grabby hands at him, calling her uncle Vee-vee and promptly leaving your arms to favor his.

Beside you, a chant of recommendations and warnings immediately starts spilling out of Bucky’s mouth, making you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, even though you’re paying attention to check if he’s forgetting something.

After your daughter’s frightening kidnapping a little while ago, you two took a while to feel safe enough to leave her side. But who better to take care of her than a bunch of Avengers like Captain America himself with the help of his new girlfriend, Sharon Carter. It’s no secret that they are willing to give their lives to protect her.

In fact, all of her aunts and uncles would. As soon you you and Bucky got back together, one of them would offer to watch her so you two could have some alone time. They always say it’s all they can do after everything you two have gone through, but you know better. What they really want is to spend time with your baby.

“If she gets sleepy, her unicorn is in the bag; under no circumstances you give her candies, especially after 7pm… Jesus Christ are you even listening Steve?” Bucky glares at his friend, who just kept blowing raspberries on Summer’s tummy all over Bucky’s speech, motivated by the baby’s howls of laughter.

“Ah, there’s my best girl,” Sharon grins, repeating her boyfriend’s welcoming while coming from the kitchen and reaches out for Summer. She greets you and Bucky before mimicking her boyfriend with the raspberry kisses on the delighted little girl.

Holding back a laugh, you nudge Bucky’s side, nodding for him to catch the baby eyes Steve was giving his girlfriend and Summer. Bucky just lets out a huff, still clearly pretty much annoyed by Steve’s lack of attention to his little lecture about how to take care of his daughter.

You roll your eyes at him again, before turning to Sharon, “Are you sure it’s ok? I mean, I know you two offered, but it’s Saturday night, are we ruining any plans of you have?” It was not too long ago that they began dating.

“Oh, please, of course not. We’ve been waiting the whole day to spend a few hours with this beautiful little lady.” She grins at Summer and Steve before turning to you again, “Also, this girl may also need a break from the lovey dovey energy between the two of you. We know we need.” She teases, winking at Steve.

“Alright then, fair enough.” You chuckle, “But please don’t hesitate in calling us for any reason, I mean, any reason at all.”

“Don’t you worry guys, if we need, we’ll do that. But we’ll be fine.” Steve answers, running his hand lovingly up and down Summer’s back as he smiles at Sharon.

“Come on, off you go, right Summer? Off you go.” Sharon grabs the baby’s little hand, wriggling it to shoo you two away.

You don’t argue. Bucky hand Summer’s bag to Steve before you both kiss your baby goodbye. The little girl clearly is fine with spending a few hours apart from her parents, pointing joyfully towards the mini-playground Steve set up for her in his living room.

You have your fingers interlaced with Bucky’s in the elevator heading down to the garage. You can feel the tenseness in his body, it’s always hard for him to part from Summer, even if he knows she would be alright and safe.

He can be such a nervous papa sometimes.

And grumpy.

“Steve, huh? Did you see the baby eyes he was giving Sharon? The dude is completely whipped,” you comment, trying to soothe the papa’s worries away with some easy conversation.

He huffs, keeping the tenseness on his muscles, “Did we tell Sharon about the candy rule? I know Steve will just give Summer anything she wants and then lie about it. Everyone keeps saying he’s shitty at lying, but I know better,” he lets out an unamused little laugh, “That jerk is a magnificent liar when he wants to.”

“Hey, hey,” you turn towards him, finding it hard to hold back a laugh at his little rant.

You can’t help but think he’s adorably sexy.

That big ass man, who’s been through so much and faced it all like a champ, being so nervous and broody about parting a few hours from his little baby.

Actually, it makes the enormous love you have for him grow even deeper inside your heart.

You pull him to you through your interlaced hands, rest your hand on his broad chest and prop a little kiss on his tightened jaw, and then another on the other side, smirking as you feel the tenseness melting under your hand and lips, “Summer will be fine, you know that, right? But…”

You drag your mouth to his neck and his arm circle your waist, pulling you closer, his breath speeding, “If you want, we can call it a night-”

With a tight hold on you, he shifts you two and your back meets the elevator’s wall. You feel his lips and body pressed against yours with the underlying desire that's always been there.

You curl your arms around his neck while his hands explore your body, reaching for as much skin as your short, but long sleeved dress allows him to. It ignites a fire inside you that has always and will always be his, only his.

You take in a deep and needed breath when his lips leave yours. His hands stay on you, one your ass, another cupping the back of your neck. Your mind is still in a bit of a daze when his forehead rests on yours.

“She’ll be alright”, you two say in unison. A smile curls your lips when he laughs.

After the elevator gets to the garage, you two walk to the car, never ceasing to touch each other in some way, hands and lips. When he opens the SUV’s door for you, he kisses your neck, nuzzling against it before letting you get in the front seat.

“Where are we going?” You ask as he gets in the car beside you, grabbing the wheel. You have arranged that date night last minute so there has been no time to choose a place or to make reservations beforehand. “I doubt we’ll find a table at this hour.”

He laughs quietly, while reaching over to place a kiss on your shoulder, like he can’t stay a minute without touching you. “Oh honey…” His hot breath fans against your skin, making your eyes flutter, “What is being friends with Tony Stark good for?” He keeps kissing you, reaching the sensitive skin of your neck. “All we have to do is drop his name and they’ll sit your pretty ass anywhere you want.”

Your chuckle dies out in a moan when his teeth find your earlobe, “Alright,” you whisper, your breath coming out fast as you feel the warmth of his tongue against your skin, “How about that Italian on the 87th? You really liked it there last time.”

“Hmm, sounds delicious,” he whispers, reaching his hand to grab your breast through your dress, with a not so gentle touch.

Your head falls back on the headrest, “And, hum, how about,” you take in a deep breath as he uses his teeth on your neck and his fingers on your nipples, making them harden even with the fabric of your dress and your bra as a barrier, “How about that new Japanese Wanda was talking about?”

“Yummy.” His hand slides down from your breast and your legs open, inviting him.

Biting your lower lip, you wait for it.

When his fingers find you bare down there, his body freezes and he leans back to look at you. His eyes widen but it’s just a second before he squints dangerously at you.

Desire all over his darkening blue eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he sinks a finger between your folds, and you bite your lips, “Look at that… my naughty girl.” He slides his finger up and down, spreading your wetness, “Thinking about all those fancy places to go wearing nothing underneath her pretty, pretty dress. What are you up to, sweetheart?”

“I knew, hah— kne I-.” You gasp as his middle finger presses against your clit, “I knew we would end up in a situation like this eventually.”

“Eventually, huh?” He chuckles, adoration adorns his face as his gaze drops on your lips, “What a naughty momma I have at home...” His sultry low voice caresses your ears, “Thinking about being fucked all day long…” He groans, “That’s all I’ve been thinking about too, baby, having you here like this.”

His mouth seeks yours and he kisses you, bringing a moan out of you as he captures your lower lip between his teeth and speeds up the pace of his fingers in your pussy.

The tightness in your core gets stronger, following the rhythm of his relentless moves. You gasp and you grab his arm by impulse, while, using your other hand, you hook your fingers on his dog tags, pulling him closer to you. He takes that as a hint to drag his teeth and tongue against your jaw and neck.

The air inside the car is hot and you can feel droplets of sweat gathering on your forehead. His name falls out of your lips as your hips grind against his hand and the seat. The coils of desire twist you from inside when his teeth meet your earlobe.

A particularly elaborated curl of his finger strokes your clit, your body freezes before your legs lock his hand between them, and you sob at the strong rush of pleasure that runs down from your core to your whole skin.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come,” Bucky whispers against your ear, gliding his finger lazily up and down your pussy as fervent pleasure washes over you.

Breathless, you tilt your head to kiss him, your tongue twirling around his as the hand you had on his arm reaches to palm his evident erection through his pants, “Baby,” you break the sloppy kiss, resting your hot forehead on his, his breath coming out fast as you keep rubbing your hand on him, “I need you inside me.”

It all happens in a split of a second.

All of sudden your seat is dragged and reclined further back. In a hurry, you start bunching up your dress up your waist as Bucky jumps to your side and between your legs.

With no patience left in you, you help him with his belt and push down his pants just enough to give you space to pull his cock out. You take him in your hand, hard and pulsing.

He seems just as desperate to be inside you as he places his hand over yours to guide himself to your pussy, which is soaked enough to allow him to enter you with ease, despite his ever challenging size.

You both cry out at the sensation of the longed connection and your heels meet the windshield behind him as he starts moving. His hands reach over to hold the backseat behind you to support himself.

It’s an odd position in a not so comfortable place, but you both are too lost in the need to feel each other to care, so you make it work.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he dips his head in the crook of your neck and curl an arm under your it, pulling you impossibly closer, cheek to cheek. He thrusts into you hard and deep and fast, blurring your surroundings.

All you feel is him, his weight on you, his cock filling you up, his deep moans mingling with yours.

You move a hand to sink it beneath his Henley, relishing at the hard and toned muscles under your touch.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

And yours.

The reminder makes you curl your panting lips in a smile.

He whimpers when you bring your legs to wrap the small of his back in a tight hold, like you’re trying to melt into him, into the deep sensations he brings to your body as he sinks in and out of you, your wetness allowing him to move with wanton speed.

You’re so close again, his hip bones rubbing against your clit adds to the feeling of his perfect pulsing cock inside you, hitting that sweet spot he’s familiar with. He cups your breast harshly, the wetness and warmth of his tongue on your neck makes your pussy flutter and your upper body jerks under his weight when a blinding pleasure washes over you for the second time.

He leans back to watch as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth opens in a silent cry, “Yeah, that’s it, baby, come all over this cock,” he encourages before dropping his lips on your neck again, the rhythm of his hips falters and his moans come out in that raspy and maddening sexy sound of his voice.

Your mind is clouded up, dizzy and wonderfully light.

Your arms are firm around him, holding him as he desperately picks up his pace, seeking his own pleasure until his hips stutter once again. He lets out a long groan, his hips thrusting deep inside you before his whole body tenses. Your breath hitches and your lips curl in a delighted smile as you feel the spurts of his desire in you.

Keeping your bodies connected, you two relish into the aftermath of loving each other. Having his heart hammer against yours is a sensation you will never tire of. .

“Are we pushing for another kid already?” You’re the first one to speak, your fingers running down his locks. You feel him smile against the crook of your neck.

“Wouldn’t mind another girl,” he murmurs, prepping a sweet kiss on your skin, making you shrug your shoulder and chuckle.

Of course he would want another girl, just so she turns into as much as a daddy’s girl as Summer.

Maybe one day… Now you rely on your monthly shots to keep Summer as an only child.

At least for a while.

He leans back to look at you, the tips of his hair fall around his incredibly handsome face, and your hands run down his chest, resting there. His adoring smile makes the corners of his eyes wrinkle and it’s a mirror of yours.

Your heart hurts the most delicious pain.

You love this man so much and the most wonderful sensation in the world is to be sure he loves you too, and that you’re both right for each other, no matter what happened before and what may come ahead.

“So, where do you wanna go?” His eyes follow the path of his finger as he gently slides it over the traces of your face, “You know I’ll go anywhere with you.” His blue gaze stares deeply into yours.

You take in a deep breath. Maybe it’s the sensation of him still inside you, maybe it’s the look on his face or the touch of his fingers. But you now know exactly where you wanna go.

“You know what I’m really craving right now?” You ask.

“What?” He asks absentmindedly before pecking your lips.

“Giordano’s.” You giggle when you spot the gleam that flashes in his eyes at the name of the place you order pizza from almost every Saturday night. “Do you want to, maybe, huh, go upstairs…” You skim your hands over his pecks, “Order a big ass pie and, while we wait, we can think about what we’ll want for dessert before picking Summer up at Steve’s?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him.

The wide grin he gives you before running his tongue over his lips tells you exactly what he’ll want for dessert.

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The End.

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