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Honesty who tf gave the green light for s6 when s5 was that fucking awful
#I will never forgive them for âheroâ rumple like wtf#get that sappy shit out of my face#the whole point of rum is that he ISNT a hero no matter what he does#heâs always selfish above anything else#he can never be the hero bc he will always want power more#and it may not always make him a âvillainâ but it will always cost him his happy ending#bc HE fucks it up#not bc of fate or some author#itâs his CHOICES#this whole arc of like the author and it being predetermined if ur good or bad is so dumb#and like they lay so hard into it that any attempts to do the opposite#and say that your choices make u good or bad just seems like a lazy afterthought#and is just so lazy and boring honestly#who tf ever loved a character who ONLY did âgoodâ things and wasnât flawed?#fucking no one#like remus for example went from boring goody goody to compelling character#only AFTER he tried to leave his wife and unborn child and got into an argument with Harry due to his own cowardice#but heâs still a good guy just not perfect#and I mean??? snow and charming stole a fucking baby? and somehow in the logic and morals of that world#theyâre not as bad as rum??#sounds sus to me
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i should probably stop trying so hard to have a best friend, and face facts; that my baby brother is already my best friend
#âbaby brother��� i say of a 6â2 man imaoooo#but heâs the baby of the family either way#idk how lame it is to have a sibling as your best friend but i donât care <3#bc i have little to no relationship with my sisters and my brother has always had a presence in my life even when iâve hated him at times#i donât remember the two years i was alive without him and i pretend they do not exist x#itâs his birthday today but he wonât see this lol#i should tell him i love him more#but i know heâd make a face if i said that#bc we always cringe when shit gets real#our affection is to flip each other off#even when he jokingly kisses my cheek not even lips touching skin iâm like the brother ugh meme#but quite literal imaoooo#heâs a fuckin lil bitch but he makes me laugh til i cry and heâs the one i have the most fun with#and when i get lonely i donât even mind him being annoying bc i appreciate the company#so maybe i should stop being mean when he says weâre best friends bc we kinda are#iâll probably make this sappy ass post but then tomorrow heâll annoy the shit out of me#but thatâs just siblings <3#gwen rambles#gwenposting
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when rin is drunk, do u think his "real" soft side comes out?
oh definitely!!! donât get me wrong, heâs still snarky and will deadpan at you but itâs just cause he loses all filter whatsoever! :,3 itâs so funny though cause you can see he doesnât mean no harm, itâs just that alcohol brings all the honesty out đ thatâs why he also gets so soft w/ his s/o, though!!! his eyes are a lil bleary, movements a tad slower than usual, and his hands linger on you for a while longer. def smiles a lot more 𼚠evEN LAUGHS A BIT⌠rin does drop the attitude a bit &&grows so soggy after just a bit of alc.. heâs so cute i want to eat him
#â§.* â zariâs mail#đ¸ mail: nonnie#he calls someone out for sum shit &has the straightest face ever like#đś#is surprised when you tell him hEY that was mean!!!#heâs just a bit.. off the loose lol#ALSO try to get all sappy and sweet w him and heâs putty in ur hands.. stares at you like u hung the moon#:3 then prob starts a drunken monologue on how much he loves u#blushes profusely when u point it out the next morning#rin itoshi#rin my love
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him, already with a girlfriend that he wants to marry: I wanted to kiss you when I saw you. I wanted to kiss you on the bridge as well.
me, externally: i- eh- what-
me, internally: soooo many red flags how can he just admit this??
#personal#when did my life become a fucking k-drama?#not that anything will happen. i firmly closed that door.#sir you can be as romantic and funny and sweet as possible but that does not excuse that red flag right there#its not romantic or sweet. its frankly disturbing and horrifying. if i knew my partner- who ive talked about marriage with- was torn like#this? over someone they have not seen in years- i would be deeply hurt#just- why man are you so messy?#why are you so presumptuous? where does this audacity come from? 'i know my feelings for you and i know your feelings for me'#HOWWWW I DONT EVEN KNOW MY OWN FEELINGS#i reject all feelings that i cannot rationalize and sort out- i- where does he get this audacity#fucking Shakespeare ass motherfucker.#BUT IM THE ONE WHO SAID 'IF OUR STARS CROSS AGAIN' I CANT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT- IVE BEEN IN GENSHIN BRAIN ROT FOR THE LAST 24 HOURS#AND BEYOND THAT SAPPY AKA/FURI FLUFF SOUP#excuse me if i say something poetic and poignant. stupid red flag 'isms just tear society apart' GAHHH#i still want to be friends but i SWEAR if he says some flirty earnst comment or- looks at me like im some fucking miracle like he has been#the last times we were face to face- i dont know what to do. i cant encourage that behavior. and no physical punishments either. thats just#flirting on my part. ill just- raise my eyebrows like a disapointed teacher or some shit i guess fuck#pls dont percieve#unless you have advice. tell me to ignore him. block him. cut him off. because... if you saw the way he looks at me... apollo doesnt need#to throw his red ball to manifest me messing their relationship. i refuse to do it.
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older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together
c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni!Â
wc: 1.5k
ugh iâve missed this man
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âWhy is he doinâ that shit?â Â
âRafe, itâs a rom-com,â she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.  Â
âYeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckinâ speech at the mall? He couldnât jusâ I dunno, tell her how he felt?â he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already.Â
She canât stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. âI mean, this is actually getting kinda weirdâŚwhyâs everyone watching them?âÂ
âYeah, ân why are they still on that fuckinâ stage?â he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen.Â
âPlease donât ever do anything like that to me.â
âYeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppinâ tomorrow?âÂ
âNo!â she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate sheâd made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didnât want any) but the minute sheâd sat down with the mug in hand, heâd wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it. Â
âOh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,â he suddenly murmurs.Â
âHm?â her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, heâs pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.   Â
âThat looks really expensive,â she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket heâs holding out to her.  Â
âYou deserve the fuckinâ world, it was nothinâ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,â he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still canât seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.   Â
âItâs so beautiful,â she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentimentâ recalling how sheâd mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.   Â
âYeah? You like it?â   Â
âI love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? Thatâs so cute, Ray, what the hell?â she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.   Â
âYeah, know youâre into sappy shit like that, ân you can put mâpicture inside too ân youâll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.â   Â
âShut up, youâre so sweet! I love you,â she exclaims before sheâs wrapping her arms around his neckâ climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently âloves her moreâ, which she thinks is not possible.   Â
âLet me put it on you?â he says before heâs swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. âLook so pretty with mâname on you.â
âWait, you should have my name on you too,â she jokingly utters out next. Â
âBeen thinkinâ about gettinâ it tattooed actually,â he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up. Â
âYouâre not getting my name tattooed on youâ youâre crazy,â she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesnât have a single violent bone in her body.  Â
âYeah, crazy âbout you,â he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.   Â
Knowing sheâs about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hersâ a surprised noise leaving her when sheâs momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips.Â
And itâs sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way.Â
His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough sheâs rutting against himâ whimpering into his mouth as if itâs been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, heâs pulling away.
âSomethinâ you want?â Â
ââŚno,â she lies through her teeth.   Â
âNo? Jusâ uh, humpinâ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?â he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.   Â
âRay...â she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.   Â
âYeah?â he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.   Â
âWant youâŚâ she pants against his mouth.   Â
âBut mâright here?â the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion. Â
âYou know what I mean,â she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.   Â
âMâafraid I donât. If thereâs somethinâ you want, you gonna have to tell me,â the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.    Â
However, she merely grants him another whine.  Â
âWhaâs up with you today, hm? So fuckinâ needy, actinâ like you havenât been fucked in a month when you were literally cryinâ on mâcock last night?â he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.  Â
âI donât knowâŚjusâ need you so bad,â her eyes begin to gloss over when heâs still not giving her what she so desperately craves.   Â
âBaby, thereâs no need to cry, yeah?â he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.  Â
âYouâre ovulatinâ right now, arenât ya?â his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee tableâ opening the app that tracks her period cycle. Â
âThink so, yeah,â she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles. Â
Itâs no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.   Â
âThink you need me to fuck a baby in you, sâthat it? Wanna make me a real daddy?â he croons.   Â
âMhmâŚwant you,â her words are muffled around his thumb.   Â
âI know, sweetheart. Donât want anyone but you carryinâ mâkidsâ think about knockinâ you up so fuckinâ often, you know?â   Â
âYou do?â   Â
âYeah, know youâd be such a good mom.â   Â
âYou think? I think youâd be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,â she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.   Â
âShit, such an angel face ân then thereâs this rotten mind inside, huh?â he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesnât get even harder in response to her wordsâ something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.   Â
âMâsorry dad,â she offers him an impish smile. Â
âSomeoneâs in a mood today?â he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.   Â
âCan you take off your pants?â she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee itâs proving to be a rather demanding.  Â
âCanât do anythinâ without dadâs help, can you? Go on, letâs see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?â he rasps out, tone challenging.   Â
âNo, need your help, daddy, I canâtââ Â
âShit, youâre fuckinâ pathetic,â he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.   Â
âSee? Not that fuckinâ hard, was it?â he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before heâs pulling himself out. And even if heâs not even fully hard yet, and sheâs seen it more times than she can count, sheâs still mesmerized by the sightâ eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if sheâs under some spell.   Â
âYouâre so pretty,â she blinks at him, eyes moony.   Â
âStill not tired of seeinâ it, huh?â  Â
She shakes her head.  Â
And since sheâs not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.   Â
âRayâŚâ she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more. Â
âHm? Want it inside? Whaâs the magic word?â he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.  Â
âPlease. Dad, it hurts,â she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.   Â
âHurts? Think you beinâ a little dramatic, no?â he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.  Â
âMânot, Ray, please, need you so bad,â wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.   Â
âShh, sâokay. Dadâs beinâ mean again, isnât he? Mâsorry, baby, Iâll give you what you want, yeah?â his voice is a deep rumble before heâs finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him inâ his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.  Â
âYeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckinâ fit, huh?â he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper. Â
âMm, I love you,â she whimpersâ practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.
#did i write this a few weeks ago while *i*was ovulating?#no (yes)#older!rafe#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#older!rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe#obx rafe cameron#rafe smut#rafe fluff#rafe imagine#rafe fic#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron au#rafe cameron scenarios#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron blurb#rafe blurb#rafe au
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VIDEO CALL ⧠L.HS
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SYNOPSIS ⧠youâve been missing your boyfriend a little too much, yearning him to return to your arms, but you need him more than ever. seeing how desperately you crave him, he offers a solution that eventually leads to the two of you having video sex.
PAIRING ⧠idol bf!heeseung x fem reader
WARNINGS ⧠soft and sappy in the beginning, loverboy heeseung, reader whines a lot, reader is so fucking needy (i know i am), video call sex, masturbations, fingering, clit stimulation, mild degradation, uses of dildo, orgasms, dirty talks, praise kink, daddy kink, heeseung is so in love, idk what else
WORD COUNT⧠9.4K
A/N ⧠idk how to write a good video call smut (or a good smut in general) but idc bc i HAD to get this out of my system and i enjoyed writing it since iâve been going insane in oomfâs dm about this weverse live heeseung specifically. oomf told me how i was really down bad for this heeseung and the way he made me so needy for him plsplspls I NEED HIM SO BAD IT ACHES- anyways, this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away. enjoy this light and fun fic :3 or donât.
BACK TO YOU (PART 2) â SERIES MASTERLIST â
The thumping of your heart amplifies as soon as his handsome face appears on your phone screen. His hair looks slightly dishevelled, and he is still adorned in the same sweater he was wearing three hours ago when he was doing a Weverse live. God, he looks so good. But a frown slowly pulls at the corners of your lips as you notice a fleeting somnolence in the weight of his hanging eyelids.Â
âHey, baby.â Heeseung greets you affectionately while your heart flutters at the boyish grin on his face, but his raw, husky timbre sends the familiar signals to your throbbing clit that has been yearning for his touch. You squeeze your thighs together, suppressing the arousal that throbs unrelentingly in your bundle of nerves.
âHi.â You reciprocate shyly with a small smile, your soft voice a mellow to his ears. His eyes darken, narrowing slightly at your bottom lip being tucked in between your teeth, prompting him to stifle a groan while his cock beneath the slacks hardened at the harmless action. Shit, not now. He mentally scolds his own cock. But God, he so badly wants to kiss your lips.
Oblivious to his struggle, you feel the guilt tugging at your heartstrings as you know that he mustâve been asleep before this, considering the timezone he is currently at, whereas it is still early for you to call it a night.
âIâm sorry. Did I wake you up?â You ask, your eyes turning crestfallen. You never want to be a clingy girlfriend, nor do you want to disappoint Heeseung in any way because you are aware of how much he appreciates you for being incredibly understanding of this aspect of his career, but this time, you couldnât hold back any longer, needing him more than ever despite video calling him just yesterday.
Heeseung chuckles breathily as he runs his fingers through his hair, the sound being enough to make the butterflies swarm in your tummy. âNah, you didnât. I wasnât even sleeping.â His attempt at reassuring you fails when he tries to stifle a yawn.
âYouâre a bad liar.â You remark, eyeing him disapprovingly while the guilt is twisting painfully at your heartstrings. Maybe you shouldnât have disturbed your boyfriend and allowed him to have some time of his own, considering he had to perform for the tour concert for two constructive days.
But little do you know that there is an entirely different reason why he looks a tad weary â he was jerking off to every deliciously sinful thought of the things he wanted to do to you before he took a nap â but you didnât need to know that. Besides, despite being in a relationship for three years, the two of you have never once crossed the boundaries of being that level of sensual intimacy. Sure, he had sex with you every so often whenever he wasnât needed at his line of work, but there has always been this unspoken boundary that the two of you never dared to cross for some reason. Maybe it has to do with you being incredibly shy when it comes to being more upfront about such salacious matters.
âWell, I couldnât just ignore an incoming call from my gorgeous girl.â Heeseung casts you a smirk, knowing that you get all shy whenever he praises you, to which you always cover up with a rather cutieful scowl in his eyes. His features slowly soften as he seems to examine you, his eyes practically sparkling with a familiar adoration. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.â
You automatically scrunch up your nose, feeling dubious over his ever-flattering compliment. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm only wearing my comfy home clothes.â You say as you look down at your attire. Youâre only sporting a hoodie, his hoodie specifically, and elastic waistband shorts that reach way above your thighs.Â
âIâm not talking about your clothes, baby. Itâs your face. God, if only I get to wake up to this view every day.â You swear you are about to combust from his excessive compliments, and it doesnât help that he is looking at you as though you are his whole universe. âI mean it when I say you look really beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?â
âYouâre being weirdly cheesy, Hee.â You huff, feigning indifference as you try to tame the butterflies swarming in your tummy, and yet you know that your boyfriend loves to shower you with compliments and affections, but this time, something feels different in the way he gazes at you. âAre you sure youâre not drunk?â
âMaybe I am, maybe Iâm not.â He drawls playfully while adjusting to a different position that looks like he is resting his back against the headboard of the bed, one hand placed at the back of his head. âJust looking at your beautiful face is enough to make me feel drunk, and thatâs saying a lot about you. My gorgeous girl.â
The warmth in your cheeks travels down to your neck. âStop it, Hee.â You shoot him another scowl, a pathetic attempt that fails to tame the flutters all over you.Â
âOh, so I canât compliment my girlfriend now?â He scoffs, his eyebrow raising just slightly before a pout slowly forms on his very kissable lips.
âDonât pout. Itâs not a good look on you at your grown age.â You tease him, breaking the character from your collected facade. You always did like being the one to tease him on rare occasions since heâs the one who does most of the teasing in your relationship.
âI canât believe my girlfriend insulted me just when I was about to tell her I missed her.â He complains exasperatedly, but you overlook his usual theatrics as his last three words strike a chord deep inside of you. He continues to pout, oblivious to your silence of melancholy. âIâm hurt, sweetheart.â
âYou missed me?â You finally ask quietly after a couple beats of silence, your tone sounding as though you are in disbelief that your own boyfriend, the guy who completely adores you, missed you. But this time, it hits differently and deeper that renders you out of breath for a moment.
Any playful mischief or humour dissipates from his countenance while his features soften. âOf course, I did, and I still do.â He reaffirms softly with a small smile unfurling his lips.
âIâve missed you too.â You tell him after having to swallow the familiar painful lump in your throat, and you hope that he doesnât notice the palpable tremor in your voice. You clear your throat, now adjusting yourself to get more comfortable on the sofa and curl at the corner with both your knees pressing to your chest. âSo, wanna tell me about your day?â
âNothing much. The boys and I had takeaway dinner in Jungwonâs room after I ended the Weverse liveââ Heeseung continues while you listen attentively; at least you try to because itâs hard to process his words into your brain when all you can think about is how much you miss him. You hum every once in a while to acknowledge him, your eyes focusing on his animated face, but your vision eventually gets blurry with each blink while your throat feels painfully constricted with the bundle of emotions threatening to implode.Â
âThe practices before the actual concert were tough, and it sucks how I needed my girl more than ever, but Iâm miles apart from her.â Heeseung speaks out his frustration before realising that he is getting too carried away, but in the relationship, heâs the one doing most of the talking, whereas you would listen to him and gives your input politely whenever appropriate. He notices how unusually quiet you have gone and the way tears are welling in your waterline, alarming him. âHey, you okay?â
âMmhm.â You hum with your lips pressed thinly together, but there is a discernible crack in your voice. You muster a smile that feels painful, trying to maintain the facade you put up. âIâm glad that the tour went well in the end.â
âSweetheart⌠youâre crying.â He points out gently, his eyes soften, and his lips downturn into a frown, watching as the teetering tears in your waterline finally cascade down your cheeks.
âIâm not.â You insist, using the end of your sleeves to wipe away the tears, a futile effort as they keep coming down like a waterfall. You hear him calling your name, but you are too absorbed by the whirlwind of emotions within you. An accidental sob leaves your lips as you still busily wipe the tears away. âIâm not crying.â You insist weakly, lacking the resolve to remain strong in his eyes.
âWhatâs wrong? Did you have a hard time at work?â Heeseung asks, fussing like a mother hen as his concern for you amplifies. Throughout the years of your relationship, you rarely ever showed him the vulnerable side of you, so to witness you breaking down hits him in the gut. He can only watch you helplessly on his phone screen as you continue to cry, his heart clenching painfully at the sound of your heartbreaking cries and sobs.
âYou gotta let me know whatâs wrong, baby. Itâs hurting my heart to see you like this. Tell me, please?â He pleads, his fingers on his phone tightening as he feels useless and helpless that he isnât there by your side to comfort you right now. He decides to wait patiently for you to become coherent again while offering you sweet nothings in a gentle tone.
Finally, you manage to calm yourself down, albeit hiccuping every now and then from going nearly hysterical over your emotions. âWork was fine. Everythingâs fine. I justââ You sniffle as you look away from him, your chest tightening with a familiar emotion. When you muster the courage to look at him again, your eyes turn glossy. âI just missed you. I miss you so much, and I need you.âÂ
Heeseung can feel his own heart breaking at the way you look at him with raw yet intense yearning. âSweetheartââ
âI know I shouldnât be like this when I promised that Iâd be your most supportive and understanding girlfriend, but it keeps getting harder to be apart from you.â You finally pour out your pent-up emotions, letting him know earnestly without filtering your words. A hiccup leaves your lips, and it takes every ounce of strength in him to hold back an endearing smile as he finds you quite adorable with your slightly puffy eyes and lips. âYou know that Iâm happy and proud that youâre thriving in your career, but I canât lie to you anymore when I say it hurts that youâre not here with me. It hurts to be apart from you constantly.â You close your mouth, realising how absurd you are being before looking down, ashamed of how you are acting on your emotions. âIâm being dramatic, arenât I? Iâm sorry, Heeseung.â
âNo, sweetheart, donât ever apologise for speaking out your feelings.â He says sternly, his tone compelling you to look into his eyes, but all you see is how they soften with assurance and reserved affection for you. âWe promised each other that weâd be more open and communicate, right?â
You nod your head feebly at his reminder. âItâs just that I donât want to disappoint you by being a clingy girlfriend who needs you by her side every day, and itâd be unrealistic because youâre a K-pop idol.â You mumble, and tears prick in your eyes again as you feel fear-stricken by your worst nightmare. âI donât want you to leave me.â
âYou could never disappoint me, baby. I donât care if you want to be clingy with me or need my attention 24/7. Youâre my girlfriend. Iâd give you anything you want.â His words of assurance do little to allay the worst possible outcome that taunts you in your mind. âBesides, itâs going to take more than that for me to leave you, not that I would, ever.âÂ
But you remain avoidant with your head turned to the side as you hide your face in your arm, eliciting a soft yet patient sigh from him. âLook at me, baby. Let me take a look at your beautiful face, please.â He pleads softly, his tone mellow; you canât help but be compelled. When your glossy eyes meet his, he gives you a warm smile, a smile that provides comfort over your distressed mind. âYouâre okay, sweetheart. Weâre okay. Iâm not even mad or disappointed.â
This time, you believe him, his assurance putting your frazzled emotions at ease. Seeing how relaxed you are as you lean back against the sofa with your face devoid of any sign of distress, he feels at ease too, knowing that you are no longer in such an intense spiralling of your emotions. âYouâre good now?â He asks for confirmation, his tone remaining a soft lull.
âYeah.â You manage to utter quietly, no longer feeling dubious or embarrassed by the fact that you showed him your raw vulnerability, and instead, you feel closer to him in an unexplainable sense despite him being literally in another country at the moment.
Heeseung seems satisfied by your affirmation. âLetâs focus on you now, yeah? I wanna hear my girl talk about her day.â He says while there is an avid interest in his countenance, rendering you flattered.
You begin to fiddle with the hem of his hoodie subconsciously, hyperaware of his dark, mesmerising eyes being fixated on you in a way that feels intense. âI didnât do much. Just resting and lazing around since todayâs my day off from work.â You tell him, being careful with how you choose your words because he doesnât need to know the exact truth.
A frown touches his lips. âYou didnât go out? Not even with your friends?â Itâs weird because you would usually go out with your friends or do something productive on your off days, not saying that you're unproductive just staying at home. âYou mustâve been bored staying at our home all day.â
âNo, I wasnât bored at all.â You counter, and yet you sound weak as the recollection of today plays on your mind while warmth weaves across your every vein. âI was busy withââ You immediately smack your lips shut, nearly revealing the truth to him.
Heeseung is intrigued, really intrigued, because he has never seen you being so meek like you are now. âBusy with?â His question is harmless, a genuine curiosity, but your mind resorts to producing such filth you want him to do with you â the kind of filth you have never done with him, nothing to the usual loving he always did with you.
âDoing stuff.â You mumble, your eyes purposely avoiding his confused ones, probably wondering what part of his question suddenly makes you avoidant, but this time, he can see that youâre flaring with diffidence.
âWhat kind of stuff?â Heeseung probes, and you know he will remain unrelenting unless you cave into his curiosity. The corner of your lips twitches up when he whines. âCome on. Tell me.â
âThe kind of stuff that reminds me of you.â You utter each syllable slowly, but you decide to focus on his prominent Adamâs apple, which is one of your favourite parts of him, and fuck, you can imagine yourself rubbing your clit on it.Â
For a moment, Heeseung doesnât exactly comprehend your words, eliciting an annoyed huff from you, because there is no way your dirty-minded boyfriend does not understand the subtle implication. âSince Iâve been busy missing you too much, I played with the stuff that you bought for me.â You elaborate, your tone being carefully measured, and yet you can feel yourself weakening when a familiar suggestiveness shadows his once-softened features.
âOh, yeah?â His voice a low rasp, igniting the heat flaring in your lower abdomen. The look in his eyes feels like a silent command as you find yourself slowly parting your legs as they hang over the edge of the sofa. âDid my baby have fun with it?â
You hum as you nod your head, his sultry voice making your clit throb. âYes, but it wasnât enough.â You say softly, but you can feel your breathing getting heavier.
âOf course, it wasnât. It could never be compared to the real thing.â Heeseung smirks, his dark eyes scanning you intensely. He can see how needy you actually are behind this front of yours, and he knows that it wonât be too soon when you finally reveal to him. âMy poor baby has been missing me too much â too much to the point that sheâs craving my cock.â
You can physically feel your clit pulsating at his lewd words, and damn it, heâs right, because instantly, you drop all pretence, revealing what you have been keeping at bay. âMissed you so much, Hee.â You whimper, your cunt clenching at the smirk on his handsome face.
âI know, baby. Youâre needy for me too, yeah?â He swallows down a groan, seeing the glossy look on your face. Maybe itâs because heâs feeling horny, but you look practically fuckable. This time, he doesnât bother controlling his primal urges as his cock becomes a prominent bulge against his sweatpants.
You hum in an agreeing whine, the sound going straight into his cock. âNeed you so badly, Seungie.â You mewl as you arch your back off the sofa while your hand travels down to your clothed cunt. âI need you and your cock to stuff me full.â
âTell me more.â He demands, his jaw tightening with tension as he becomes intensely aroused by the sultry look on your face. âTell me what you want me to do to you.â
âThings.â You nearly slur in the way you speak as your head spins at the palpable tension that you can feel even through the screen. You stroke your clothed cunt slowly, your fingers itching to remove your garment just to properly touch yourself. âMany things. The filthy kind.â
âYou gotta be specific, sweetheart.â He chuckles lowly, his smirking countenance makes it seem like heâs degrading you, and fuck, you feel more turned on than you did before. Itâs even better when throughout your sex life with him, he has never once degraded you in any way. âWhat sort of filth does my naughty girl want me to do to her?â
A needy whine escapes you, getting unbearably turned on as flashes of obscene scenarios appear in your mind while every inch of your skin feels hot. âWant your tongue on my pussy, lick and eat me out messily till I come, do it over and over again, and make me squirt.â You manage to utter such words without feeling any embarrassment, overshadowed by the pure need of your desire for the man beyond your reach. You let your head fall back to the sofaâs back, your eyelids weighing heavy with the lewd imagination playing in your head. âI want you to fuck me hard, fuck me with your cock till I break. Want you to use me as your cocksleeve every day. I need you to ruin me, Hee.â
âFuck, baby.â Heeseung breathes out harshly, his eyes nearly rolling to the back at such lewd words leaving your once sweet-mouth. Never in his life has he ever heard you talking like that. His eyes flicker down at his very prominent bulge, feeling it painfully hard with incessant need before he directs his focus back on you through the screen. âYou wanna be a good girl for me?â
The thought of pleasing him makes you eager, so you nod your head, eliciting a breathy chuckle from him at your enthusiasm. âI want you to grab the dildo I bought for you, and I want you to strip naked for me before you come back.â He instructs firmly, his dark eyes piercing into the screen as he stares at you, sending shivers through your heated body. âAnd position your phone where I can see every inch of you clearly, alright?â
You nod your head wordlessly in compliance and quickly toss your phone aside on the sofa before proceeding to rush for your room while the sound of your footsteps through the audio of his phone renders him amused at your obvious eagerness.Â
Meanwhile, Heeseung decides to lower his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring free, and damn, it looks angrier than it did just earlier. He is incredibly turned on that his cock remains hanging high, the ridges and veins protruding as a result of being neglected. He clenches his fist, restraining himself from touching his cock, not until you arrive. He closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the headboard, feeling quite surreal that this will be his first video call sex with you ever.
âHeeseung?â Your velvety voice prompts him to snap his eyes open before grabbing his phone at the side that he nearly fumbles with from the unbridled excitement. When he looks at his phone screen, he nearly drops it while his heart pumps harder at the lewd sight of your nudity fitting in the frame as you sit politely on the sofa with the pink dildo in your grasp.
Heeseung marvels at your nudity, his eyes hungrily feasting on every inch of your body, and he swears he can feel blood pumping in his cock as it hardens tighter than it did before. He smirks at the lingering diffidence in your countenance, being aware of his effect on you, even just by his mere gaze. He fucking loves it whenever you become shy all because of him.
âYou look so damn beautiful, baby.â He is in complete awe, as though this is the first time you bare your nudity to him. Your clit throbs faintly as you observe the raw hunger in his eyes, his eyes roaming around your tits. You flush warmly at the sound of his low groan through the audio as he sees your perky nipples that look delicious enough to be devoured by his untamed mouth. âWeâre going to do something new this time. Are you okay with it?â
âYes.â You utter softly, earning you a small smile from him. You had placed your phone on the coffee table in front of you with your abandoned ceramic mug supporting your phone horizontally.
âI want you to put aside your dildo first.â He instructs, and you do so without tearing your gaze off his face. You can practically feel her fluttering in excitement as you observe his eyes trailing down to your closed legs. âNow show me your pretty pussy, baby.â
For a moment, you hesitate as it dawns on you that this is the first time you and your boyfriend will be engaged in this type of foreplay. But the encouragement he offers you with a soft, subtle head nod dispels any lingering doubts and embarrassment from you. You allow every muscle in your body to relax before slowly spreading your legs open, shoving down a needy whine in the back of your throat as the action causes your clit to throb incessantly.
You see the way his nose flares slightly just by the mere sight of your shaved mount, and with a daring spirit, you use your fingers to spread it open, revealing your already glistening folds to him. You feel grateful for how easily you can get wet just by the thought of your hot boyfriend.
âThere she is. Fuck, she looks so soaked.â He groans as his cock visibly twitches at the explicit view of your pussy. He quickly recovers, wanting to give your needy pussy some attention as he leans his body slightly forward with interest. A grin smears across his lips, his eyes being solely fixated on your pussy. âHi, princess. Youâve been missing me too much, havenât you?â
âHeeseung.â Your humourless tone silently indicates your bafflement upon witnessing your boyfriend speaking and cooing to your pussy as though it is a person, and you can practically feel her preening under his overflowing affection. Yet, you canât deny that there is something hot about this.
âShhh. Iâm still talking to her, baby.â Heeseung playfully admonishes you without meeting your gaze. He continues to entertain exposed pussy, adoration and lust blending in his eyes. âThe dildo did not satisfy you enough, did it? You need my cock to keep you warm and full, nice and deep inside of you that you wonât even wanna let go of me.â
You canât help but instinctively clench at his words. âLook at you, princess. I can see you clenching. Itâs too bad that you are not stuffed with my cock right now.â He remarks in amazement, and yet the mockery belies his adoration is not lost on you as you find it undeniably hot. âYou love it when I talk to you like this, hmm? Should I talk to my pretty princess like this once I get back?â
âHee, please.â You plead, having had enough of his teasing, and you must be insane to even feel bits of jealousy that his attention is on your pussy instead of you, as though your pussy is not a part of you.
Heeseung chuckles softly as he is very much amused by your pouty attitude before deciding to cease his teasing, albeit he was very much serious when he was talking to your pussy. âTouch your clit for me, baby.â He finally directs his words to you, and you comply, the padding of your index and middle fingers now touching your clit that throbs under your own touch. âNow rub it nice and slow. Thatâs it.â
Your fingers continue to rub your button in a circular motion, nice and slow, just as he said. It does not take you a minute when you begin to feel the familiar sensation in your aroused little button as you continue to stimulate it.
Heeseung observes your reaction carefully, drinking in the pleasure that faintly contorts in your mesmerising features. His own hand goes straight to his neglected cock, hissing lowly as he uses the padding of his thumb to stroke the red slit in a repeated up-and-down motion, imagining how good it would feel if he were there with you to use the tip of his cock to rub your clit instead.Â
âDoes it feel good?â He asks in a slightly strained voice, already feeling sensitive under his own touch, his thumb continuously rubbing the slit in slow yet hard strokes, delaying the peak of his pleasure to arrive as he wants to see you come undone first.
You hum in response, still maintaining your composure as you are focused on rubbing your clit, but when you flicker your gaze to him, you bite down your lip upon seeing how he is evidently caught in a lustful haze, no doubt that he is touching himself. âBut your fingers would feel better on it.â You whine softly.
Your words feed into his ego. âOf course, they would. I can easily make you cum just by rubbing your clit with my fingers, because your clit is so sensitive.â He says smugly with a smirk curling at his lips. âItâs actually so fucking adorable. Wonder how youâll be once I get my tongue to touch your swollen little button instead.âÂ
âFuck, Hee.â You moan softly as you arch to your own touch, your imagination going vividly wild â his tongue caressing and licking your clit relentlessly with such precision.Â
âLook at you. Already falling apart.â He finds great delight in teasing you just by his lewd words that affect you more than he expected. âYou wanna know what I would do just to your cute clit alone?â
âTell me, please.â You keen, your fingers now rubbing your clit in fast motion, causing your back to arch off the sofa while you spread your legs even more, disregarding the limit to your flexibility.Â
âI would rub it with my thumb, giving it a little tease before I go licking it, swirling my tongue slowly around your swollen clitââ He becomes distracted by the pleasurable sensation as he rubs the slit that is now glistening with his arousal. He recovers with a grunt, refocusing on you, and fuck, you look sinfully divine with your body arching to your touch while your tits are pushed out. âAnd then, I would suck it like how I suck your nipples, and maybe Iâd smack your pussy before making you cum hard, repeating the same actions and overstimulating you just to listen to your cute whines till you cry.â
Youâre imagining the delicious description of what he would do to you hard, and your building pleasure intensifies as your fingers stimulate your clit at full tilt. You control the moans spilling from your lips as you look at your phone screen. âI wanna see your cock.â You tell him in a demand, earning an eyebrow raised from him.
âWhatâs the magic word, sweetheart?â He asks in a playful drawl, his lips curving into a lazy grin as he enjoys how the expression on your face is bordering on such desperation.
âPlease let me see your cock, daddy.â The syllable leaves your lips wantonly as you whine, and it feels absurdly natural to utter such a forbidden endearment to refer to your lover as. You catch a glimpse of a fleeting surprise in his face amidst your desperate, lustful haze before it is replaced by something so primal. âI missed your cock so much.â
âYeah? You missed daddyâs cock?â Heeseung sounds more than on board with it, practically into it as he gazes at you hungrily while his voice sounds rough at the edges. You whimper out a âyesâ with glossy eyes, and thatâs all it takes for him to cave into your request as he tilts his phone to the angle where you are greeted by his seven inches. âLook, baby. You got daddy so hard â itâs angry that itâs not inside of my pretty babyâs pussy or mouth right now.â
âSâunfair!â A sob leaves your lips while you pour your pent-up frustration into your fingers as they rub your swollen clit vigorously. âIâm so needy for you, daddy!â Your unabashed moans echo off the walls of your shared apartment with Heeseung, finally letting go of the last thread of your inhibition.
âI know, baby. Itâs unfair that Iâm not there to give you what you want right now, but daddy will make it up to you soon.â He coos, his features softening with the familiar affection before something dark shadows them, causing his eyes to darken dangerously. âDaddy will stuff you nice and full with his cock soon. I promise you.â
His firm promise is enough to quell the bitterness at the current circumstances that burns indignantly in your heart. You move your hips slightly in tandem to your vigorous fingers, feeling the imminent release that is teetering at the edge while your clit painfully throbs that serves as a warning. âHee! I feelâ"
Heeseung bites back a growl, feeling practically ravenous at the delicious sight of you losing yourself to your own touch as your mouth is partly open, silently moaning with your eyes rolling to the back. âCome for me.â On his command, you let go, your pussy fluttering with the mess of your release as you can feel it sliding down on your skin to your butt.
Heeseung hums lazily, watching you intently as you slump against the sofa while he continues to manipulate his now-wet slit in measured strokes. âTired already, sweetheart?â He asks mockingly.
Something inside you gets triggered by his mocking, and you refuse to back down from the challenge that he benignly imposes on you. You shoot him a brief glare, defiance burning in your irises that has him smirking. âNo.âÂ
âGood, because weâre not done yet.â His dark chuckles intensify the burning need in you. He looks down at your slick cunt, his tongue darting out to slide across his bottom lip. âFinger yourself. Need you to be prepped because I want to see you fucking yourself with that dildo.â
Your fingers feel like they have muscles of their own as they instinctively heed his command, now travelling down to your weeping cunt. Using your middle and ring fingers, you slowly insert them into your hole, cringing at the unfamiliarity of fingering yourself since you are used to Heeseung doing it for you with his long, slender fingers.
Still, you want to appease him, your fingers thrusting in and out steadily, but it just doesnât feel right. âI missed your fingers in me.â You whine, your lips forming into a pout that you hope he would get the hint that youâre not into this despite the slick of arousal accumulating as it trickles down on your skin.
âKeep going, baby.â He orders sternly, eliciting more whines of protest from you, but he easily tames you with his dark, penetrating eyes, rendering you completely compliant. It baffles you how he looks collected as you can clearly see that he is rubbing the red tip of his cock. âUse your other fingers and spread your pretty pussy. I wanna see it.â
You hold back a whimper before obeying his command, your other fingers aiding your currently occupied fingers by using your index and middle fingers to finally spread your wet folds open, now giving him the raw obscenity of your fingers plunging into your sopping cunt.
âYouâre so soaked, princess.â He comments, his voice a low husk that has your pussy fluttering again. Fuck, heâs so damn attractive in everything he does. âClose your eyes. Imagine thatâs my fingers fucking you.â
You close your eyes and tilt your head to the back, your brows pulling together into a soft knit as you try to imagine his fingers fucking you instead of yours, and itâs working as you feel your hips moving in tandem with your fingers.
Heeseung nearly chokes on his saliva, completely mesmerised by the raw sensuality of you as you evidently lose yourself to your own touch. He desperately wants to engrave this moment on his mind, even better if he could record you and save it to his gallery. He stops rubbing his slit, only to begin pumping his cock.
âLook at you. Fucking yourself so desperately, but it isnât enough, is it?â He sneers, feeling turned on that you seem to like when his words are bordering on mean as you moan in response. âYou need daddyâs long fingers deep inside and curl them, fucking you fast and hard till you squirt.â
You fuck yourself harder with your fingers, trying to attain that familiar pleasurable sensation the way you did earlier, but it isnât enough. âPlease! I want your fingers so bad.â You sob out, your eyes seeking him as they plead desperately while the movement of your fingers nearly falters. âI canât do it. I canât make myself cum with my fingers alone, daddy.â
Heeseung canât help but break character just slightly, his concern and affection for you slipping between the cracks. He even loses momentum in pumping his cock that remains hard for you. âBut baby, you arenât properly stretched.â His tone holds the familiar protectiveness.
âI can take it, daddy.â You reassure him after a needy sob leaves you. You look at him with doe-pleading eyes that you know he canât resist. âPlease?â
âFine. Then take it like a good girl, yeah?â He smirks, resuming to pump his cock at an intensity that has the tip swollen and redder. âGrab that dildo and fuck yourself with it. Donât forget to keep your legs spread open. Daddy wants to see your pretty pussy taking it.â
You quickly remove your fingers from your hole, eagerly grabbing the pink dildo despite the stickiness of your arousal on your fingers. You position the head of the dildo and align it to your hole before slowly pushing it inside, inch by inch. A gasp leaves your lips at the inevitable stretch of your walls, prompting you to halt halfway.
âWhatâs wrong? Canât take it?â His mockery reignites the flame of defiance within you, but his dark eyes feel gradually intimidating, which renders you submissively whiny as you spread your legs further with your back arched. âCome on, baby. You fucked yourself with it earlier, so you can definitely make it fit. How is your cunt going to fit daddyâs cock?â
âI can.â You whimper, tears prickling in your eyes before you muster the courage to continue pushing the dildo into your cunt. The unrelenting stretch elicits more gasps from you, your breathing ragged. âI just need a minute.â
Heeseung is caught in a lustful haze as he zeros in on how your hole takes the dildo, imagining hard at the sensation of your velvety walls being stretched by his girth and eventually enveloping him. With a grunt, he begins to pump himself harder, wanting to test the limit of his endurance in prolonging his orgasm.
Finally, every inch of the dildo is now snuggled in your hole. âThere we go. Good girl.â He purrs in satisfaction, making you preen. His dark eyes are heavily fixated on the dildo being stuffed in your dripping cunt. âNow fuck yourself with it. Thrust it into your needy cunt however you want.â
You let out a silent whimper as you begin to pull the dildo, only to push it back in, your walls having to be stretched by the girth, but you know that this is nothing compared to his real cock. You allow your head to rest on the sofaâs back, your chest heaving up and down as you imagine the ridges and veins of his cock grazing against your walls while he fucks you in slow, deep strokes. You moan softly as you increase the tempo of your hand manipulating the dildo into your dripping cunt.
You glance down at your phone screen, only to moan out at the pleasure contorting in his face as he fists his cock with his hand. âI watched some of your concert clips earlier.â You tell him breathlessly as he looks at you with an attractive eyebrow raised. âAnd you got me so wet, daddy.â You moan again, now reaching for your tits with your other hand, palming and fiddling with your nipples, which intensifies the building pleasure.
âOh, yeah? Naughty girl.â He teases you, his eyes watching you playing with your tits that he had been dreaming of latching his lips to your suckable nipples. He pumps his angry cock harder, his mind running wild at the scenario â sucking your tits while he fucks you hard with his hips bruisingly snapping into yours. âWhich ones are your favourites?âÂ
âUmââ Your voice shakes at the instability of having to focus on his question, but the dildo that is fucking into your cunt right now feels good. âTeeth and Future Perfect performances.â You answer in a breathy moan, recalling how you felt when you were watching those clips of him.
You thrust the dildo faster and harder; the squelching sound of your wet cunt reaches your ears while he clenches his jaw at how wet you really are, pissed off that itâs not even his cock that is making you that wet.
âYou looked so hot when you were performing those songs, the way you looked angry.â You tell him keenly, practically purring as you recall the intensity in his dark eyes that looked primal when he was performing and how he looked pissed off, making you wetter as you imagine the stuff you want him to do to you. âYou shouldâve felt how wet I was while I was watching those clips. Got me imagining how youâd fuck me angrily.â
Despite your sultry admission going straight into his hard cock, his eyebrows furrow with a tinge of concern plastered on his face, but he never relents from pumping his cock. âBaby, you know I would never fuck my anger into you.â The reserved softness in his tone elicits a whine of protest from you, needing him to be mean to you instead.
âBut itâll be so hot!â You moan out as you arch your back off the sofa before moving your hips sensually to meet the thrust of your dildo deeper. âI want you to fuck me mean till Iâm a sobbing mess. You know youâd want that, daddy.â You purr, your sultry eyes gazing at him with a challenge while his cock twitches angrily at the thought. Fuck yeah, heâd want that.Â
âFuck.â He grits his teeth, faltering in his momentum as his head spins at the scenario of him fucking you ruthlessly till you beg for him to stop, till you cry and sob as he overstimulates you with his cock all night. âYeah? You want daddy to be mean?â He nearly growls out his words while your cunt clenches around the dildo at the sound.
âWant it so much.â You whine needily as you palm your tits harder, getting crazily turned on as you watch him throw his head to the back with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down attractively while sweats trickle down his neck. âWant you to cuff my wrists and choke me while you fuck me hard. Want you to do mean things to me so badly.â
Your needy yet genuine admission has him reeling in the head. He feels like an animal, growling at the salacious thought of you being restrained to the bed while you take everything he gives to you like a good little fucktoy â nothing like the usual lovemaking. He groans huskily at the image of you in tears as you pathetically plead with him to stop despite your sopping cunt meeting his thrusts.
âIâll do more than that.â He rasps, his tone darkening with promises that cause your clit to throb and your nipples to perk. When you meet his eyes, you whimper at the intensity that reminds you of those concert clips of him. âI promise you, baby, Iâll give you what you want once I come back.â A cruel smirk touches his lips, shocking you at the dark sensuality he emits. âYou want me to be fucking mean while I fuck you senselessly? Iâll do just that. Iâll make you scream and cry while you take everything I give to your needy pussy. Youâll get mean Heeseung, alright.â
âFuck, daddy!â You moan loudly, getting unbearably turned on by his dark promises as you thrust the dildo harder, hurtling yourself to the edge of ecstasy. You abandon your tits, only to stimulate your clit in fast, circular motion.
âWeâll go all night, never stopping till your needy pussy is leaking with my cum, till your pussy canât fit any more of my cum, but Iâll make you swallow them.â He lets out a guttural moan as he pumps his cock furiously, his eyes rolling to the back at the height of his pleasure. âIâll fuck you for days, keeping you satisfied and full till you canât walk. Iâll fucking do it, because itâs daddyâs job to spoil his princess.â
âYes, daddy! Want you to spoil his princess!â Youâre not sure if youâre referring to yourself or your pussy, but you are deprived of coherency as you get lost in the dual sensation of your cunt and your clit being manipulated by your own hands. âIâm feeling close, Hee!â
âDonât you dare come before me.â He warns in a growl, sending pleasurable shivers through you. You obey him, whining and moaning as you try your best to stave off your orgasm that is teetering, yet you are rubbing your clit skilfully fast. âYeah, baby. Keep rubbing your clit for me like that. Cock feels good, hm?â
You hum in response with tears pricking in your eyes. âBut not better than daddyâs cock.â You sob out pathetically, and that has him cooing at you with mockery. âNeed daddyâs cock to satisfy my needy pussy.â But in the haze of lust, the familiar sentiments manage to grip you tight as your glossy eyes meet his. âI missed you so much, Hee.â
âI missed you too, sweetheart.â He softens up just slightly, seeing the familiar yearning in your pretty eyes. He clenches his jaw, pouring his pent-up emotions he hasn't conveyed to you just yet into pumping his cock while effectively stroking his thumb on his wet slit. âIâm never letting you go, ever. Weâll fuck every day once I get back, and Iâll breed you till you get pregnant with our kids. Daddy will take such good care of you.â
âYes, yes! Breed me, daddy!â You keenly moan, your hips stuttering as you imagine he pumps his load into you to the brim, breeding you.Â
âIâm gonna buy you a ring, and Iâm gonna marry you, tying you to me forever.â He pours out what his heart has been yearning for. Despite the lust fogging his head, he looks at you with an intense yearning from the love he harbours for you, desperation contorting in his features fleetingly. âIâll make you my wife.â
âNngh! Hee!â You can feel it coming, your teetering orgasm on the brink of being released against your weakened will while the coil in your tummy threatens to snap at any moment. You fuck the dildo into you even faster, sobbing out. âI canât hold back! I need to come, please!â
âDaddy will make you beg more too. You sound so fucking pretty when you do.â He groans, and with one last pump, his cock spurts out the white, sticky essence that now soaks his sweatpants. He breathes out harshly at the intensity of his own release before looking back at you, only to smirk at how obedient you are, waiting for his command with tears staining your cheeks, such desperation. âAlright, sweetheart, you can let go anytime for me.â
âThank you, daddy.â Your moan tangles with your sob, and at once, your orgasm comes crashing down on you violently, leaving your legs trembling while you arch your back, your mouth parting with a silent moan as your cunt gushes out with your sticky release.
âThatâs my perfect girl, making a mess all over.â He remarks with an unmistakable affection as he watches you with primal hunger, enjoying how ruined you look just from fucking yourself, but not nearly as ruined as he will make you once he returns.
Your heart flutters at his praise while you remain slumped against the sofa, allowing your limbs to rest as the exertion begins to dawn in every part of your muscles. Eventually, you force yourself to remove the dildo from your cunt slowly, whimpering as you do so as it grazes down against your walls. You eye the dildo that is covered by your sticky release before tossing it aside. You can feel how soaked the cushion is beneath you due to your release, but you canât bring yourself to care.
You take a moment to recover while the sound of your boyfriendâs ragged breathing can be heard through the audio. The silence is familiarly comfortable, neither of you uttering a word to each other as you bask in the afterglow of your session. But some of the words he spoke to you in the midst of your lustful haze resonate deep in you. Your heart begins to pound harder while butterflies return in their wake.
âYou okay, baby?â He asks softly, now being the sweet and gentle boyfriend that youâre in love with. He is still wiping off the excess of his release with tissues off his now-limp cock, but he grimaces at the apparent stain on his grey sweatpants.
âIâm okay.â You tell him reassuringly, your voice coming out small from the excessive whines and moans that bring your face to flush warmly at how wanton you were earlier. You lean forward, grimacing at the aches in your legs and the stickiness in between your thighs before grabbing your phone. Your eyes soften as he gazes at you. âHeeseung, did you mean what you said?âÂ
You refer to every word he spoke to you, needing assurance and affirmation from him; otherwise, youâd be overthinking at night. âI meant every word, sweetheart.â He says firmly, his tone lacing with promises.
You bite your inner cheek, feeling nervous about what you are about to ask. âEven about making me your wife?â You ask quietly, your eyes scanning his unreadable expression carefully.Â
âEspecially that.â His declaration sends a wave of emotions to you as your breath goes hitched in your throat. The raw vulnerability and yearning in his eyes are palpable, as though they are the reflection of your own sentiment. âI really feel the same way too, you know?â
Somehow, you have a strong inkling that he is referring to him missing you. You exhale softly before a small yet weak smile touches your lips. âI know, Heeââ
âNo, baby, you donât understand because Iâve been missing you too much, more than you missed me.â He cuts you off, taking you by complete surprise at the sheer desperation and pain that contorts in his handsome features, because you have never seen him being like this â as though the distance is killing him agonisingly on the inside too. âYouâre on my mind constantly, even when I was practicing, and all I could think about is going home to you as soon as possible. I needed you, I still do.â
You try to find your voice, wanting to speak out, anything to ease your loverâs pain, but he continues to pour out the pent-up emotions he had been grappling with. âI hate to say it, but it got me thinking if my being an idol is even worth it if it means that Iâd have to leave you again and again for tours.â
This time, something inside of you snaps. âDonât say that, Hee. I never want it to reach a point where you find yourself in a position of choosing between me or your idol job.â You donât mean to sound harsh, but you canât allow it to happen, even if it means that you might lose him to his job. Your voice trembles as you speak again, tears welling in your waterline. âYou love being an idol, you love your teammates, you love performing in front of your fans, and you must be crazy to think that Iâd even allow you to choose meââ
âBut I love you more.â Heeseung declares with vehemence while the devastation painting his handsome face tears a sob out of you. âYes, I love being an idol, but it could never be compared to the weight of my love for you.â
âHeeseung.â You utter his name weakly as tears cascade down your cheeks freely. His declaration of love is all it takes for you to break down.
He watches you helplessly as you attempt to wipe your tears away. âGod, I hate it when Iâm not there to wipe your tears for you.â He whispers, his heart clenching painfully when your glossy eyes meet him.
âIâm sorry.â You mutter, hating how you are being overly sensitive and getting too carried away with your emotions.Â
âNo more apologies from you, baby, because Iâm the one who should be apologising to you.â He says softly, yet firmly enough for you to grasp his sincerity.
âBut you didnât do anything wrong.â You counter weakly, sniffling. âYouâre simply doing your job, and Iâm just being a dramatic girlfriend.â
âI did you wrong by leaving your side when you needed me the most.â He says with a rueful smile. âYou can expect a lot of apologies from me once I come back home, and a ring too.â
Your eyes widen in disbelief, earning you a chuckle from him. âWhat? You thought I was joking about buying you a ring?â He adorns a boyish grin that you so badly want to kiss him. âI did say that Iâd be making you my wife. Iâm a man of my words, sweetheart.â
âBut itâs still early for us to get married!â You protest despite your heart thumping in agreement to his words. A frown tugs at your lips, determined to make him change his mind as you donât want him to regret it. âI wonât allow marriage to get in the way of your job. Would your fans even accept the idea of us getting married?â
âBaby, youâre my future and my happiness. If the company wants to kick me out simply for marrying you, then so be it. I can always take over my dadâs business as a source of income. As for my fans, well, theyâll be happy for me â Iâm sure they will, at least the real ones will.â
âI donât know if Iâm worth it for you to go through such lengths, Hee.â Your lips quiver, feeling dejected. âI donât want you to throw away your years of hard work because of me. You went through so much just to get where you are now.â
âYou are worth it, worth more than you think.â He says reassuringly, his tone sounding firm with conviction, but it does nothing to alleviate the thoughts he can see swirling in your head, eliciting a soft sigh from him. âIf youâre still worried about my consideration in quitting my idol job, then Iâll figure things out and find ways so that I wonât have to leave your side again.â
âPromise me that you wonât quit.â You plead, your voice breaking as you feel immensely conflicted, because you can never deny a part of you that yearns for him to choose you. âI donât want you to have any regrets if you had chosen that path.â
âBaby, I wonât have any regrets when it comes to youââ
âJust promise me, Heeseung.â You implore as your eyes glisten with unshed tears. âPromise me that you wonât quit because of me.â because of love.
Heeseung doesnât respond as he examines your teary countenance, noticing how desperate you are and knowing that you wonât back down, even if he can feel your heart breaking. He resigns with a sigh. âI promise.â He hopes that he sounds convincing enough, because you are crazy to think that he would never choose you, but only for now, the idea of marriage is pushed to the back of his mind.Â
You feel at ease despite your heartache, but you know that this is for the best for him. You sniffle again, earning an adoring grin from him. You avoid his eyes, a sudden diffidence cloaking you while your cheeks flush warmly. âBesides, how else will I be able to watch you perform on stage? I love watching you perform.â
âI know, baby, because I turn you on whenever I perform.â His mischief returns to his demeanour, a smirk unfurling on his lips while desire burns in his gaze. âWhat did you tell me earlier? Something about how I looked hot while I was performing Future Perfect and Teeth?â
You smile shyly as you nod your head, and God, he feels like heâs in love with you over and over again. âMmhmm. You looked like you were angry, but I loved it. It got me all hot and bothered.â You tell him bluntly, oblivious to your words that rouse him.
âFuck, baby, we should stop now.â He groans, repressing the arousal from reaching his cock. âI donât think I could handle another round.â
âRight, you need sleep.â You say, pouting as you realise that he is supposed to be asleep right now.
âDonât pout, sweetheart. Iâll be back before you know it.â He says reassuringly before his lips curve into a smirk again. âI hope you wonât forget what I promised you earlier, because weâre not done yet.â
âHurry back, then.â You adorn a sultry smile on your lips, and the sensuality of you elicits a breathy cuss from him. âI expect you to ruin me once you return home, daddy.â
âDonât worry, princess. Youâll get what you asked for. Youâre gonna get it.â
You have never felt as anticipated as you are now, but the reality of him returning to you is in two long days. You let out a silent huff before eyeing your pink dildo. Guess thatâll work and keep you company for the next two days.
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âi am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.â
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summary: how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.
pairing/s: poly!marauders + lily x reader.
tags: reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair, edited: very minor detail.
note: there is little plot, itâs just the marauders and their adoration for you. thank you all so much for your kind responses to my first marauders fic :(( ilysm! i hope you enjoy this one as well! because there are parts when i was writing that i ended up kicking my feet in the air and smiling to myself.
âMY NAME IS HARRY POTTER. I come from twenty-years in the future, youâre my mum â one of my âem, actually. Itâs complicated. And youâre married to James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.âÂ
You blink.Â
âGet the fuck out of my room!âÂ
Harry James Potter has dodged many things in his life. Killing curses, jinxes, girls, Draco Malfoy, and Dudleyâs sloppy punches, but heâs never had to dodge his sixteen-year-old motherâs fuzzy slipper before. (Godric, that sounds weird, even in his head.) He doesnât know precisely how he arrived here. In the Slytherin common room, to be exact, in your dorm. Harry remembers duelling with Death Eaters, Hermione calling his name, and a flash of light hitting him square in the chest, then he remembers waking up in the cold tiles of the snake dungeon. He nearly throws himself off the window when he meets your eyes, bleary from interrupted sleep â itâs not often he gets to meet [read: one of] his dead parents, after all, three had been brutally murdered by Voldemort, and one killed by his own loony cousin. He misses Sirius, though. A lot. And right about now, he could do with some of Hermioneâs nagging and brilliant plan-making.Â
At present â or past, Harry guesses â he watches you scramble out from your duvet, hand clumsily reaching for your wand as you snarl at him. He wonders if his mother knows that heâs encountered other creatures far more threatening than her. Oh shit, he realizes with all the forces of an angry Hermione Granger, isnât this the last thing heâs supposed to do? But, well, Harry has given, and given, so much of himself all for the greater good â just this once, heâd like to see his parents alive and well. Even if they were currently trying to blast him into the walls.Â
âIf youâd just let me explain, mumâ!â Harry pleads, nearly dropping his glasses after dodging one of your stinging hexes. Godric, youâre crazy. âPlease!âÂ
âStop calling me that!â You screech, eyes set ablaze. Harry finds that youâre quite dynamic with your attacks. A hairbrush, followed by a stinging jinx, then a thick History of Magic textbook â which rudely hits him in the face, but he doesnât dare complain because youâre his mother, and heâs respectful like that â and after youâve exhausted your breath, running him into a corner, and your nostrils flare with the stubbornness of a lion, you point the tip of your wand at him. âIf this is another one of the Prewettâs shitty pranks, I want you to leave! You are in the girlsâ dormitory beyond midnight, and so help me, if you arenât walking out that door in the next five seconds, I will kill you and string you up by your bottoms for everyone in school to see! Maybe all your stupid rumours of me being a Death-Eater might come true after all!âÂ
âYouâre a Death-Eater?â Harry asks dumbly.Â
You growl furiously, and Harry figures that was not the right thing to say. âI wonder what McGonagall would say if I delivered your head to her on a silver platter.âÂ
âProfessor,â Harry corrects with a toothy grin. âProfessor McGonagall.âÂ
You slam his head against the wall.
Definitely the wrong thing to say.Â
Harry groans, little Dobby heads floating around his vision. Why was this so much harder than actually facing Voldemort? Quick, he needed to think of something, otherwise heâd end up eviscerated to ashes on your cold, stone floors. Harry is pretty sure youâd use his remains as decoration to send off a message to your enemies.Â
âYou hate your father,â Harry slurs through the pain, remembering Remusâs stories of how you were the gentlest magical being heâs ever had the privilege to love â now that Harry thinks about it, Remus was being extremely biased, nothing about you is gentle at all. âHeâs forcing you to marry someone old enough to be your grandfather. You love to read Muggle literature but had to stop when your father burnt your whole collection of books. Your favorite novel is Persuasion by Jane Austen. Itâs the one book you carry with you everywhere, you could never get tired of it.â Â
Your grip on his shoulders falters, but the fury in your eyes crackles. âThis isnât funny.âÂ
âItâs not meant to be funny, mum,â Harry croaks, voice cracking pathetically â strange how this is the most heâs ever uttered the word, mum; itâs a peculiar string of letters, foreign on his tongue. âYou have tremors in your left leg from when your father cast the Cruciatus curse on you. One of your dearest friends is a Hogwarts house-elf named Pipley. You cheated on your Transfiguration essay once, andââÂ
âThatâs enough!â You bark, eyes narrowed in dangerous slits. âI donât know where you heard those from, you creepy, little stalker, but if you want to keep breathing, then I suggest you shut up.âÂ
Harry scoffs â you donât understand. Everything heâs learned about you is from Sirius and Remus. They talk about you with whispered devotion, your name like a prayer on their lips, their eyes glazed with wistfulness as though they could see you reaching out for them â but you were dead in Harryâs time. Yet, you might as well have been alive with their tales of you.Â
(âSheâs a different kind of beautiful,â Sirius had said, a year after breaking out from Azkaban, sitting by the fire in Grimmauld Place, taking a swig of decade-old firewhiskey, âThe kind of beautiful you donât want to take your eyes off from because youâre afraid sheâll disappear from your eyes. But you wonât forget her, oh no, youâll memorize the freckles and moles on her skin, the scars from her years, the light in her eyes, and the way she holds her head up high. You should have seen her, James, she. . . she was â is glorious.â)Â
âI told you,â says Harry firmly â although he loves his mother very much, sheâs beginning to wear him out, âMy name is Harry James Potter, I come from twenty-years in the future. You are one of my parents.â A lightbulb flashes in his head. He squirms in your hold, reaching for his robe pocket until he finds the thing heâs looking for. Harry dangles the ring in front of you, grinning in success when your eyes flash in recognition. âItâsââÂ
âA family heirloom,â You say breathlessly. The alexandrite winks under the light, a familiar gold band with the Latin inscription of your House words. âWhere did you steal this from?âÂ
Harry rolls his eyes. âYou left it for me in my Gringotts vault. Itâs my heirloom now. You have to believe me, thereâs no way you can deny this.âÂ
You take a step backwards, nibbling on your lower lip, as you stagger to your bed â Harry nearly stumbling to catch you in case you fell; adjusting to the living proof of time travel was quite difficult, he, of all people, should know. He exhales, dragging a hand down his face. âMagic, amirite?âÂ
You throw a pillow at him, which he catches gracefully thanks to his Seeker reflexes, as you plop down in the comforts of your quilts. âSleep. The other girls wonât be back until the end of the holiday. We can deal with whatever this is in the morning. Itâs way too early for me to process the idea of a future Potter spawn following me around.âÂ
Harry smiles. âYes, mum.âÂ
ONE THING THAT his fathers failed to tell him about you, and that Harry had to learn himself, was that you took ages to get ready. You sat on the chair in front of your vanity mirror, the birch wood legs whittled with snakes, and it was as though you had a Sticking Charm on the cushion. Harry didnât know there could be so many creams, oils, and serums, and powders one put on their face. He blanches when you turn to offer him a cream for his under eyes. (âSuit yourself.â You shrug, turning to brush your cheek with dusts of pink. âJust saying, those dark circles arenât doing you any favors.â)
âWhat am I like in the future?â You ask, a kind lilt to your voice, much like a warm hug, much like home.Â
Harry stiffens, shoving his hands in pockets of the robes that were twice his size â you had given him the garments of Lucius Malfoy to change in, which you apparently had stolen from his room. Itâs come full circle, really, the Sorting Hat had once told him he would be great in Slytherin, and now here he was, looking fabulous in green â because he was about to hurl at the feel of the velvet on his skin, knowing slimy Lucius Malfoy had worn it. (âNo sonââ You pause with a tight purse in your lips, as if you still canât accept the fact. Harry doesnât blame you. ââno son of mine will be parading around in red of all colors, future or not.â And Harry finds that he really doesnât care, so long as you call him your son.)Â Â
âLoved,â replies Harry gruffly, avoiding your eyes in the reflection of your mirror â they were piercing. One look and Harry wanted to spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets. He remembers the photographs in his album, the one heâs stared at so many times as a child. Itâs a moving photograph of the five of you, fresh out of Hogwarts, each wearing a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. Before Sirius and Remus, it was the only semblance of proof that Harry had â that you had once been alive. Remus is holding you by the waist in the picture, twirling you around as autumn leaves fell. You were â are â loved, and Harry thinks thereâs no better description than that.Â
(âI bloody hated her cat,â says Remus with a roguish quirk to his lips, regalling Harry with more talks of his parents. âSirius, too. We just never got along with the little creature. But your mother loved it, and we would have done anything to make her happy. She deserved it, you see. She deserved more than what I had to offer her, but still she chose me anyway. And I am a selfish man, Harry, I crave glimpses of her and the whispers of her voice. She has made me a mad man whose only reprieve is her touch.â)Â
You hum knowingly. âStupid question, I guess. Since you arenât allowed to reveal anything more about the future.â You sigh, gracefully threading your arms in the sleeves of your shirt, a green tie in the center of your collar. âExcept, of course, when you gave me a heart attack in the middle of the night by telling me the last thing I want to become â no offense, I just donât see how a relationship with those rowdy bunch would work. They get on my nerves far too much for me to ever feel anything other than disgust.âÂ
Harry doesnât need a mirror to see that his expression has contorted in confusion; brows knitted and upper lip crinkled. By their memories of you, you all were madly in love in Hogwarts. Damn. This just made his trip to the past a lot harder. No maze seems to be ever just a maze.Â
Luckily, you donât notice him brewing a grand master plan to bring his parents together. Instead, you say, âBut you donât seem to be phased by any of this. If I had been thrown twenty years into the past, I would have puked my guts out twice at some point.âÂ
âThanks for the image,â says Harry with a scowl. Truthfully, it had either been a present with a noseless Dark Lord to face, trauma to unpack but really never have the chance to, or a past where all of his parents were alive, and a chance to talk with them for however long he has. He knows where heâll be staying, thank you very much.Â
âAnytime,â You reply with an impish smile.Â
Your heels pad across the floor as you walk over to him, mouth clicking as you pat the top of his head, full of wild, untameable Potter hair. âYou need a trim soon,â You mutter, frowning, as you brush the thick strands away from his eyes, then you gasp â and Harry knows exactly whatâs coming next. âOh, youâve got Evansâs eyes. Thatâs freaky.âÂ
âI know.â Harry grins.Â
âHereâs the plan,â You say as you lead him out of your room, making sure no one saw him walking out of your door and getting the wrong impression â because that would be so wrong on many levels, but also, explaining to someone else that the person beside you was a time-traveller was just complicated in general. The Slytherin dungeon is unfamiliarly familiar, eerily quiet, as the two of you made your way out. âJust say youâre Potterâs distant relative, twice or thrice removed, and youâve always been here. If you lie to their faces enough, theyâll believe it eventually.âÂ
âWill that work?â Harry doesnât really mind â he needs a connection to James, his father, if heâs going to work out a connection between you and the others, because at the moment, it doesnât seem like youâre too fond of them. Thereâs a tick on your jaw every time you mumble the word, Potter. Nevertheless, Harry decides heâs going to spend the duration of the holiday break trying to set you up with them â on the list of most insane things heâs ever done, living out the Parent Trap was high up the tally.Â
You shrug. âTheyâve fallen for less.âÂ
(âSheâs got this adorable habit when she lies,â Sirius tells Harry, whipping up a stack of pancakes for their breakfast â Remus browsing through the morning paper. Itâs the closest heâs ever been to a normal family. âItâs not obvious to her, of course, but I know her more than I know my own name. So we play along with it.â For a moment, he stops drizzling the maple syrup on the well-cooked batter, gazing at Remus fondly. âDâyou remember that, Moony? She led us straight to one of her pranks, and we ended up covered in slug slime. She was so obvious â with her adorable fucking giggles. I need help with Charms, she said, and we knew right away it was a set-up. But it didnât matter. Iâd happily let her lead me to my ruin.â)Â Â
The Great Hall is the same as Harry remembers. Now that most have returned home for the holidays, those who stay back mingle with students from other Houses, sharing meals under the bewitched ceiling, their low murmurs and hushed Christmas greetings bouncing off the walls. Harry scours the four tables to find a hint of blazing red hair, or the scent of impending trouble. Fortunately, he doesnât have to search very far. As fate would have it, James Potter finds you â and where he is, Sirius Black is sure to follow.Â
Youâre barely seated when James comes bounding over to your table â more precisely, he struts, and Harry is horrified to ever be proven wrong by Snape, of all people. He ignores the roll of your eyes as he drags a leg over the bench, sitting to face you as Sirius occupies the space to your left before Harry can even sit down. He canât even fathom how weird it is to see his parents as rambunctious teenagers. Lovesick, rambunctious teenagers.Â
âMorning, dove.â James preens under your glare, stealing a grape from your bowl with a boyish smirk. His hair looks as though heâs ran his hand through it many times. âYou look ravishing today.âÂ
âAs always,â Sirius pipes in. âBut that eyeshadow really isnât complementing your skin tone, my darling.âÂ
You smile at him, right before your lips twist into a cutthroat sneer. âPiss off, Black.â
James stifles a laugh as he shovels a mass of potatoes on your plate, then pumpkin pasties, and slides a steaming cup of Dragon Well tea in front of you.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, Potter?â You reach over to smack his arm when he sprinkles apple slices and bacon on your breakfast.Â
âWhat does it look like?â James smiles lopsidedly. âYou need to eat more, honey.â
(In the future, Sirius will tell Harry, âIt started off as a joke, a way to get on her nerves â but then, it just became this thing about taking care of her, making sure she got enough sleep before her tests, wondering if she had breakfast or dinner, staying with her in the library, walking her to the Slytherin common room, and sending her stupid notes just to make her laugh. You donât get it, Harry. Iâd give my every breath to ensure her life. We all would.â Harry doesnât see Sirius any more during that evening, but he hears a bottle crashing against a wall, cracking into a million pieces, and the masked sound of Sirius sobbing, and Harry decides to leave him alone for the night.)Â
Then, you tear your eyes away from James â he huffs, pushing your plate to you, mildly annoyed that youâve deprived him of your eyes; they were his favorite part of you, you see, so expressive and full of life; James thinks you put the stars to shame â and thankfully, you remember that Harry still exists. You lightly smack Siriusâs leg until he gives Harry some room to sit. âPotter, meet other Potter. Itâs the holidays, shouldnât it be the perfect time to let go of House prejudices and spend time with family?âÂ
James looks at Harry up and down. âYou must be from dadâs side of the family with all that hair.âÂ
Harry lets out a breath of relief. That was easy â way too easy. When he takes the vacant space in between you and Sirius, you dump all the available food on his plate, just as James had done for you.Â
âEat,â You say with a tone of finality. âYou look like the wind could snap you in half.âÂ
âYes, mââ Harry stops himself before he could finish his sentence, avoiding Siriusâs curious gaze.Â
âWow.â Sirius pokes Harry in the shoulder and in the cheek. âYou really look like a mini-James, youâve even got his terrible eyesight.âÂ
âOi!âÂ
Your fork clatters against the silverware as you turn to Sirius with a shrill. âNot that I do enjoy your company â because, trust me, I do not want you here at all and would very much prefer if you got out of my sight â but why are you here? The Gryffindor table is over there. Unless your housemates finally got sick of you, Potter, which I can definitely see happening.âÂ
James chuckles, tossing another grape in his mouth without taking his eyes off you. âItâs as you said, isnât it? Itâs the time for putting aside House prejudices. And I think itâs a lovely day to enjoy a meal with my favorite snake.âÂ
âDrop dead,â You retort, digging into your chicken with a little more force than necessary.Â
âOh, dove.â James shakes his head, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. âItâs cute that you think death will keep me from you.âÂ
(Harryâs been told before, probably by Sirius, that this line had been wedged into his wedding vows for you. âA dramatic one, James was,â Sirius chuckles to himself one morning, Harry and Hermione listening intently, âHe always said heâd rather die than ever hurt her. There was this time in seventh year, they had a fight â it was ugly â and she had ignored him for a week. James cried in Remusâs arms begging him to cut his heart out, saying that he didnât deserve to keep on breathing, not after making you cry.â)Â
âThat is so creepy,â You say in disgust, scrunching your nose. Sirius chortles at your side. âI still wonder why Evans agreed to go out with you.âÂ
âItâs all part of the charm, dove.â James winks. âItâs all part of the charm.âÂ
Harry wants to barf, actually.
After breakfast, James then decides to introduce Harry to Lily, Remus, and Peter. (Heâs gonna need the patience of a saint to not Avada Kedavra that rat on the spot.) Harry had spent the whole morning watching Sirius peel oranges and give them to you with a smitten look in his eyes â naturally, you gave whatever Sirius offered you to Harry, and each time Padfoot would visibly wilt. If he were in his Animagus form, Harry thinks he would be whining by now, tongue out and all. James and Sirius follow after you like lost puppies when you extricate yourself from the table.
âWhere are you going?â James calls, hot on your heels as you leave the Great Hall.
âAway from you, Potter!âÂ
And James actually sighs when you turn the corner and disappear from their peripheral vision. Seconds later, he turns to Harry with a blinding smile, âSheâs definitely charmed.â
Harry chortles.
âWell, come on then!â James guffaws as he wraps an arm around Harryâs neck â this is so, so strange. They begin walking in the opposite direction of where you went. âI still canât believe weâve got another Potter here and in Slytherin. I think I would have remembered Minnie calling your name during the Sorting Ceremony. What year are you in?âÂ
Heâs supposed to start his sixth-year in a few weeks. âFifth.â Technically.Â
âWe should ask Lily,â says Sirius, hands in his pockets and ebony ringlets tickling his nape. âSheâs got the best memory out of all of us.â
Itâs odd, Harry thinks, meeting the person whoâs got his eyes â or the other way around, as people have told him. Itâs like someone carved out the emeralds of Lily Evansâs eyes and bestowed it upon Harry for safekeeping. She sits beside Remus Lupin, head resting on his shoulder, hands clasped together, as they enjoy the shade. Nex to them, oblivious to their intimate conversation, is Peter Pettigrew â with his rosy, cherub cheeks and innocent blue eyes; not at all the image of a pathological, cowardly liar. Their heads snap in attention as James boisterously cries for their name.Â
âMarauders â and Lily-pad â meet ickle Potter.â James lightheartedly whacks Harry on the back, to which Harry feels his lungs spill out from his mouth, heâs sure thereâs an imprint of his fatherâs hand on his back now.Â
âThereâs two Potters in Hogwarts?â Sea-green eyes look at him in scrutiny as Lily knits her brows. âHow even is the castle still standing?âÂ
James cackles like itâs the best joke heâs ever heard in his entire life, slapping his knee for dramatic effect. Oh, well, at least theyâre buying Harryâs half-baked lie. At this point, itâs not even baked, itâs just wet, soggy, and poorly done. âGood one, Lily-pad!â
Sirius ruffles Remusâs shaggy blonde hair, canines bared in a wide grin. âThis one hereâs Moony, uptight prefect in the morning and absolute beast in the evening.âÂ
Harry blanches. Surely he was talking about his furry problem, right? Right?Â
Remus doesnât even flinch, just peels off Siriusâs hand from him and extends his hand out to Harry. âPlease do not mind him. Remus Lupin, nice to meet you. Although, I canât believe this is the first time weâve met. We would have definitely remembered if we had another Potter in our midst.âÂ
âItâs true, we Potters are just hard to forget,â says James, smiling cheekily.Â
Harry pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. âMum didnât take the Potter name. Iâm part Dursley. Muggle.âÂ
Lily hums, toying at the ends of her bright hair. âDursley, huh? What a familiar name.âÂ
âItâs a common one,â Harry assures her â not at all the names of the people who would take him in after they died. And make his life miserable.Â
âI suppose youâre right,â says Lily, unconvinced.Â
âAnd this is Peter.â James introduces the boy eagerly, pride in his voice â as though this isnât the person who literally allies himself with Voldemort. As if Peter wonât betray his friends all because of fear.Â
âNâNice to meet you,â Peter stammers with a nervous fidget, âAny family of James is a friend of ours.âÂ
Harryâs eye twitches.Â
IT IS ALMOST COMICAL â the way their eyes land on your figure, bursting through the courtyard from the corridors, winter cloak swishing with every step, tendrils of hair swaying in the crisp wind, and head held up high, thick books under your arms. You pause in front of the Marauders, face blank, then you turn to Peter, greeting him with a: âHello, only Gryffindor I can tolerate.âÂ
Peterâs cheeks burn a saccharine hue of pink. Oh, no, no, no â absolutely not â Harry will not stand for a little crush Peter Pettigrew has on his mother. He needs James to act now. âHi,â Peter replies shyly.Â
Lily quirks her lips. âHello, princess, see your score for the Astronomy test yet?â
You scowl. âZip it, Evans.âÂ
The sound of Lilyâs laughter fills the atmosphere â itâs the sort of melody that makes flowers bloom in deserts. âHad a bit of difficulty with the star charts?âÂ
Sirius pinches your cheek â Harry thinks youâre going to murder him on the spot. âDifficulty? I think this one just slept through the whole thing.âÂ
James snickers. âMust have been one hell of a nap, princess. You were drooling on my jumper.âÂ
âI most certainly do not drool!â You gasp, appalled, eyes wide as you step away from Sirius.
Sirius rolls his eyes. âWhat? Is drooling too barbaric for the pretty, little pure-blooded princess now? Newsflash, pet, youâre just as human as we are.âÂ
âOh, you horrible, loathsome, infuriatingââ You whip around to beat his chest with the course book in your grasp â itâs the kind of book Hermione would consider for light reading.Â
âIrresistibly attractiveâ?â Sirius supplies for you, grin widening with as he captures your wrist with his hands.Â
âIn your dreams!â You shrill.Â
You exhale slowly, eyes closing, chest rising when you take a sharp inhale. You open your eyes and stare straight at Harry â for a moment he fears that youâll bite his head off. âHarry, dear, will you accompany me to the library? I think Iâve found something important regarding your situation.âÂ
Harry nods. âIs it time already?âÂ
âYes,â You say firmly. âAnd time is of the essence. Come on.âÂ
âWait!â Lily calls out to you as you turn to head back to the castle, Harry in tow â he tries to avoid the way James is glaring at your linked arms. âHogsmeade next week?âÂ
Your jaw falls to the ground â this must have been unrehearsed, if the othersâ reactions were anything to go by; Remus had dropped his book in shock, Sirius looked like he couldnât decide between applauding Lilyâs bravery or shaking her, and James was somehow frozen in time. âExcuse me?âÂ
âYouâre excused, princess,â says Lily, dimples poking out of her cheek as she takes another step towards you. âYou, me, Hogsmeade. A date. Iâm sure youâve gone on one of those before.âÂ
Harry elbows your stomach as you stare at Lily in shock. It takes a few moments to break you out of your stupor. âAâAnd what makes you think Iâll just go with you?âÂ
Lily shrugs. âIâm fit. Arenât I, Remus?âÂ
âThe fittest,â says Remus without missing a beat.Â
You laugh incredulously. âDo you just expect me to go along with this? Youâre mad, Evans.âÂ
Harry glares at you. You need to go along with this.Â
âAre you scared, princess?â Lilyâs face is inches away from yours, noses almost touching â Harry doesnât know if he should keep watching this painful way of flirting â as she grins at you, happiness barely contained within her eyes.Â
To your credit, you donât back down. (Harry has to say this for the masses: he saw your gaze flitter down to Lilyâs lips for a split second.) âStop calling me that, Evans.âÂ
âOne date, then.âÂ
You growl in exasperation, eyes flickering to the boys behind her back â pretending not to hear their conversation. âI suppose Iâll have to deal with them as well?âÂ
Lily beams and Harry swears sunflowers could grow in her direction. âWeâre a package deal.âÂ
âUnfortunately,â You utter â but Harry notices it, the lack of venom in your voice. You straighten your posture, nose lifted haughtily, âI choose where weâre going.âÂ
âDone.â The sun peeks out from the cloud just as Lily smiles at you.Â
âAnd I want toââÂ
âDone,â Remus interjects raspily, peering up at you from underneath his lashes. âAnything you want, itâs yours.âÂ
You fight a growing smile, but continue, âIf weâre going out in public, youâre going to have to wearââÂ
âDone,â says James giddily, he looks as though he could kiss you in front of everyone without a care in the world. Â
âYou canât just agree to anything I say!â You flap your arms in frustration.Â
âYes, dear,â Sirius teases.Â
âDo you know how much you piss me off, Black?â You squawk. âBecause you are this close toââ
âYou are so fucking beautiful,â Sirius confesses, every pretense shed raw from his skin, sincerity pouring from his words.Â
âIââ You falter, heat rushing to your cheeks. âYouâve gone mad.âÂ
âItâs your fault, dove,â says James, eyes twinkling like crescent moons as he smiles. âYou best take accountability for this.âÂ
âYouâre incorrigible â all of you,â You say as you avoid their gazes.
(But they were yours. Past, present, and future. They loved you so much that their soul was no longer their own â it was yours; yours to keep, yours to break, and yours to love. It would be unjust to ask them why they loved you. Do we ask why the sun rises each day without rest? Do we ask a daisy to stop blooming, or a tree to stop growing after it has endured storms and floods? After all, we do not ask why humans follow the light in a tunnel shrouded in darkness.)Â
âCome on, Harry, letâs go.â You reach for his hand, he notices immediately that the tips of your ears are pink, and your palms are warm with sweat. He barely sees Peter wave goodbye before you tug him in the direction of the castle entrance.Â
âWait up!â Remus catches up to you two in quick strides, offering to carry your books for you â not that you agree, stubborn Slytherin that you are. âIâll walk you to the library.âÂ
âThereâs no need for that, Lupin, thank you.â You dodge his eyes, lips tightly pressed together, nails slightly digging into Harryâs arm.Â
âRemus,â He says with a twinkle. âCall me Remus.âÂ
âAlright.â You pause. âRemus.âÂ
(In that moment, Remus wonders if you remember decking Lucius Malfoy in the face to defend him in your fourth year. He didnât think he deserved to even breathe in the same air as you â the pure-blooded princess, dressed in clothing worth more than his life, adorned in jewelry he could only dream to afford, raised to believe she was better than everyone else. Then, you beat up Evan Rosier the next month in the courtyard, eyes ablaze, extravagant silk marred with grass stains and mud, and knuckles split open. You spit blood on the ground, looking at Lily then back at Rosier. âRed,â You say, kicking him one last time in the stomach, unafraid of McGonagallâs wrath growing louder and louder. âJust like everyone else. Like those Muggleborns you fear. Weâve all got dirty blood, Rosier. Suck it up.âÂ
âIâll tell your father about this!â Rosier bellows through bloody teeth.Â
âTell him!â You grab his neck and slam your forehead against his. âTell him that I decide my own future now!â
Remus doesnât even have to think about it.Â
He falls in love.)Â
FUNNILY ENOUGH, ITâS LILY who gives you her heart first, before anyone else does. Itâs the last month of her first year at Hogwarts â it still hasnât quite sunk in yet that she was a witch. Her, not Petunia, but her â Lily Evans, the witch. Apparently, some people canât believe it either. A girl from Ravenclaw calls her this foul word, sheâs heard it a few times now but it always hurts the same. James and Sirius get into a fight for her honor, now faced with detention later this evening. But she canât help but wonder, what if they were right? What if she really didnât belong in this world? It was too good to be true, anyway. Perhaps sheâll just run a flower boutique with Petunia.
âOi.âÂ
The sound of your voice startles her, and she nearly topples over in the Great Lake. Lily catches sight of your Slytherin colors and resigns herself to another round of name-calling. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âTheyâre wrong, you know,â You tell her, ignoring Lilyâs question. You look down on her with your nose raised arrogantly â she wishes she could be like you. Born to be magic. âYouâve got a terrifying brain locked up in your head there, Evans. And they know it, too. Theyâre scared.âÂ
Lily scoffs. âIâm just a Mudblood to them. Thereâs nothing to be intimidated by.âÂ
You sneer. âDonât say that word. Youâre more than that. More than them. Theyâve got long ways to go to prove they have a place in this world. But you â youâve defied the odds and you were destined to become magic. You donât have to prove anything. You have the right to be in the wizarding world and no one can take that away from you.âÂ
Then, you pivot on your heels, not bothering to hear her reply. âYouâre my rival now, Evans. Do keep up. Weâve got an Astronomy test tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do then.âÂ
Lily just gapes. Sheâs certain thereâs butterflies in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage. Lily raises her hands to feel her blushing cheeks. Thereâs a light unfamiliar sensation in her stomach â like the urge to kick her legs and scream into a pillow, or more precisely, chase after you and hold your hand.
She stiffens.
Oh.
part two
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Comfort
~ Some Sappy Jason Todd x Reader
~ Playing with Jason's Hair
~ Fluff, a little overthinking, WC: 981
- You play with Jason's Hair -
You are usually very good at understanding things about your boyfriend, Jason. It took you no time at all to find about his nightly activities and everything about his family. But on the other hand, you can't seem to understand him at all.
You've tried not to ask him about certain things because based on hints from his family, he's had some bad shit happen in his life.
However, the more questions you don't ask, the more that seem to pop up.
You haven't asked him why sometimes he flinches away when you touch him but other times he leans in.
You haven't asked him why his hands make fists when you're trying to sleep at night.
You haven't asked him about the scar along his chest or his aversion to certain foods.
All because you're too scared to make him uncomfortable, or maybe because you don't know if you could stomach it.
You're laying bed and waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. Somehow, you take less time getting ready for bed than he does. You suspect it's because he needs a couple minutes to process everything that happened during the day.
As usual you have a million thoughts running through you're head all at the same time. 99% of them are about him.
When he finally comes into your shared bedroom and gets comfortable in bed, you're debating whether or not to talk to him about some of the things you can't get out of your mind.
You decide against it. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories that might affect his ability to sleep through the night.
He can obviously sense your unease, you don't hide it very well.
"What's wrong?" His raspy voice cuts through your thoughts.
"Nothing, sweetheart." You try to play it off.
"Uh huh." He says blankly.
"I'm just thinking about things, is that a crime?"
"Depends on what they are." He pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you.
"Nothing bad."
"Hmm."
"What?"
"If someone's bothering you, you should tell me."
"Why is that?"
"Well I have an ability of getting rid of people."
"Oh my God Jason you can't joke about that." You look at him in amused shock.
"Who says it's a joke?" He asks, face completely serious.
"Okay no killing people on my behalf." You chuckle and he copies. "I'm just trying to figure you out more."
"Why?"
"Cuz I want to know more about you?"
"Like what"
"Right now I want to know what you want." You pull away from him in order to sit up a little bit.
"I don't want anything at the moment."
"Yes you do. If you didn't want anything your fists wouldn't be clenched and your eyes wouldn't have that look. Like you want to say something but can't."
"You really want to know?" He asks.
"Yeah I really do." You immediately reply.
"A couple months ago while we were watching a movie on the couch, you played with my hair and it was very comforting. And the best sleep I've ever had."
"That's it? I've been driving myself crazy trying to think of explanations and you're telling me you just want me to play with your hair." You question him in disbelief. It's been months of overthinking thoughts and random mind rampages for something you haven't even noticed you were doing.
"I didn't know how to say it." He shrugs, not looking into your eyes. "It sounds childish."
"No it doesn't. Everyone has different ideas of perfect comfort and I happen to agree with yours. Jason, if you want something from me all you have to do is ask."
You lean over to give him a quick, sweet kiss.
"I'm not used to that."
"Well you better get started."
"Fine, would you play with hair so I can go to sleep, Angel?"
"Only because you asked so nicely."
It takes a second for you both to get rearranged so it's comfortable. You're now laying on your back with Jason half on his side, half on top of you with his head on your chest.
It's almost amusing how quickly he falls asleep but above all else you feel a sense of pride at the fact that you're the one giving him this feeling.
He said this was comforting. He said this was the best sleep he's ever had.
And you're the reason he's having these things.
You stay up longer than you probably should have. This time the thoughts running through your head aren't worrying or overwhelming.
They make you happy. Happy enough to fall into a very sound sleep.
You wake up to coffee on your nightstand and a missing Jason.
"Jason." You call out and he quickly comes running.
When he walks in the room, you immediately begin questioning him.
"What is this?" You ask with an ounce of suspicion. You're worried it's a repayment of some sort.
"It's coffee. A hot caffeinated drink."
"Why?"
"Because you like it and it makes you irritable for far less time in the morning."
"Jason you don't have to do things for me just because I did something for you."
"Yes I do. Because words won't let me explain how grateful I am for you."
"Since when are you so sappy?"
He sits on the bed next to you.
"Don't be mean to me right now, I'll take it away."
"Fine. Continue your speech."
"I know it's a small thing for you but I haven't felt comfort like you give me in a very long time. Maybe even ever. And I need you to know that."
"I can't tell you how happy I am to give that to you."
The next thing you know, you both have giant grins on your faces and you're both happier than ever before.
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The Tape
Reader and Connerâs sex tape gets leakedâŚ
Based on thisâŚ
Warning: Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, no actual smut, pure crack nonsense, fake Twitter post
A/N: @fanfictionlover277353 Heard you wanted some more! Hereâs some of my nonsense!
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"Come on, Babs. Please. I'm begging. Just for a few hours. Two tops." Dick's whining could be heard through out the entire cave. The vibrato of his voice echoing off the rocky walls and stalagmites as he leaned over Barbara's shoulder and played with her hair.
She was currently sitting at the Bat Computer, looking over anything related to the family or incidents in Gotham with strained eyes and an exasperated look on her face.
"I told you, I'm busy-"
"You need a break." Dick interrupted, playing the hypocrite with a grin. "Come on, two hours. We'll watch a movie, you can even pick. No sappy Rom-coms, anything you want. All your choice." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Admittedly, Barbara was tempted, but she let out an indulgent sigh.
"Fine. I'll set up notifications to alert me if anything that needs to get scrub gets posted." She quickly type out a few things on to the computer, having it connected to her phone before Dick whisked her off with way too much excitement.
It was a simple notification system. One that would alert her if anyone's vigilantes identities were mentioned in the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't set up to alert her if anyone's civilian identities were mentioned. That included the family's only civilian member as well.
And, a lot can happen in two hours with the power of the internet and a very interesting topic.
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You were having a good day. A very nice day. You had gone out into the world, enjoying the sights and sounds of a mid-morning Gotham. Ignoring the wailing sirens in the distance, by now you had grown used to it.
Dick, Babs, and Alfred where in the manor doing either Bat stuff or sleeping. Damian was visiting Jon. Duke was on patrol. Cass was at dance practice. Bruce was at the Watchtower. Tim was at the Wayne office. Stephanie was your chaperone (stalker) of the day. And, Jason was fuck who knows where.
A peaceful, calm day.
Until you got a Twitter notification and you realized...
"Oh, that's not good. That is really not good." You mutter, watching as the internet burns while you drink your coffee. Not like you could do much else. You still sent a quick text to Conner, just to prepare him while you mentally packed.
You warned him when he suggested filming the two of you making love in the Wayne manor parlor right in front of the fireplace.
You had suggested youâd both go to the mountains and fuck in the wild, but he just had to be kinky and want to do it in the manor. Better lighting he said.
If it wasnât for the fact that it had been your anniversary and he had pulled out all the stops, you wouldâve said no. (It doesnât matter that he had you literally crying from the pleasure when the two of you had finally finished filming. Nope. Not at all.)
However, that mountain sex might still be on the table. You didn't want to be around when the rest of the family saw that video, so a remote location in the mountains sounded like a decent idea. Youâd been wanting to runaway from the manor for a while anyway.
âHey, Steph, hand me your phone real quickâŚâ Best to probably by yourself some time.
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Conner had a tendency to mute his notification on all his socials. Not that he didn't look at what people tagged him in or mentioned him in. He just find it easier to manage.
So when he got a text from you saying to check Twitter, he was a bit puzzled. But, he figured you had seen him tagged in something funny and wanted him to see it too.
Only for the record in his head to scratch when he realized what he had been tagged in.
"SHIT! Shit, shit, shit, shit." Could he get off planet fast enough? This was bad. Not the video. That was good. He may have thrown extra fuel on the fire by liking it and retweeting it on to his official account, but, damn it, was he proud of that. Probably shouldnât have hired that rando to edit it for him though.
But, yeah, he was about to possibly be the only man ever murdered in cold blood by Batman. It was one thing to fuck his civilian daughter, but filming it in the manâs own home? Yeah, the kryptonite was definitely coming out and getting stabbed into his skull.
"JON! Distract Damian!" Conner yelled out before taking off, knowing that Jon's super hearing would pick up it up. Best get to Gotham and grab you before Batman came after his ass.
There was a nice planet a few solar systems over that you two could have some fun on. Maybe if he was lucky, you could visit that spot in front of the fireplace on last time. He doubted the two of you would get another chance to do it there again.
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Jason had actually been at Royâs that day, having finished some Outlaw business from the night before. Only to be interrupted when Roy suddenly choked on his drink and sprayed it all over him from across the table. Soaking Jason and the papers on said table.
âWhat the fuck?â He muttered in disgust whipping the dripping liquid off him.
Roy, however, was still choking. Wheezing as he clutched his phone like it was the most precious thing in existence.
âNothing! Nothing!â Instantly, Roy was trying to back the video up the Cloud and his back up phone. Heâs paid for porn with less quality than this and he was not wasting this opportunity before it was scrubbed from the internet.
âLet me see that.â Jason pushed the table and slammed it into Royâs gut, causing the phone to clatter on to it. A video silently playing on the screen.
A video of two people in a fancy parlor. Doing very intimate things.
Two people Jason knew. In a fancy parlor that Jason knew.
A parlor that Jason had literally sat in three days ago watching the fire in the exact same fireplace.
âDid you fucking save this, asshole?â
âDude, that is ART!â
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Back in the BatCave Alfred had come down to tidy up after resting a bit only to look at the screen in horror. Despite his many skills, socially media escaped him at times.
However he did manage to learn one thingâŚ
âThat was what was on my bloody carpet?!â
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Tim had been in his office, going over a couple charts when his secretary burst into the room. Stumbling and falling on the floor panting. One of her heels broken.
Normally she was a serious and composed woman, not tolerating any nonsense from him. So this behavior was unexpected and worrisome.
Tim rushed to stand up at help her when she suddenly blurted out, âLeaked sex tape!â
That made him panic. Before confusion hit him.
âWait, did I film on of those? I donât remember filming one of those-â
âYour sister! Superboy! PR is going fucking nuts and getting calls. Share prices are fucking increasing because of this!â
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The Justice League Watchtower was in a meeting. Quite a long one judging by the way most of itâs members sitting around the table seemed to be drifting off or subtly scrolling their phones.
Oliver Queen, Green Arrow was one of those people scrolling. Checking over twitter, catching up on the latest gossip. Only to nearly fucking scream in the middle of the meeting when he realized what Superboy had shared on his official account.
Forget man of steel, the kid has damn balls of steel.
Worst yet, the video had been posted for over an hour. A full hour. Almost two. There was no way that was going to be getting scrubbed and forgotten. Heâd bet it was in a military archive already with a team of scientist documenting the half-Kryptonianâs dick size right now.
It was an impressively long video. One that Oliver was sorely tempted to watch. But, he didnât because he knew Batman would actually rearrange his face if he did. Like fist and plastic surgery rearrange it.
So, when he heard Batmanâs voice ring out in the meeting, he broke his phone in half to hide the evidence of his discovery.
Only, Batman hadnât been calling for his attention. He was calling for Booster Goldâs.
âBooster, focus on the meeting. Put that awayââ
It was amusing to see Booster get caught with his phone out watching him scramble to shut it off in a panic. Only for it to fall to the ground.
And, the sound to turn on at full volume.
Moans to fill the silent void of the room.
Oliver could only look on in horror when he realized just what Booster had been watching, during a Justice League meeting, and across the table from Batman himself.
âConner, please, p-please, stop teasing.â
âNo, I donât think I will. You look so pretty like this. All nice andââ
No one moved. Not as they watched Batman literally work through every emotion under that cowl of his and Supermanâs face went as white as it possibly could, anguish washing over both their faces when they realized who was in the video booster was watching.
Diana was the only one that stood up and moved to pick up the phone. Everyone held their breaths when she slowly looked down at the screen.
âQuite impressive. You both must be proud.â She said with a slight hum.
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A/N: I apologize so much for this, but I just was cackling the entire time I came up with this and wrote it. Forgive me yâall! đđť
A/N: All the Twitter stuff was randomly generated and picked! Iâm not good with it, but I added it for giggles!
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Imagine Sirius finding out about Jegulus through one of James' REVOLTINGLY sappy pet names because we all know that James is a mean little shit who thinks he's hilarious.
Like James only uses the pet names so he can irritate Regulus because 'James, I have a reputation to uphold that shall not be sallied by your foolish ludicrousity' and he finds it hilarious to watch Regulus scowl and grumpily swat at him whenever he says something gross like 'baby' 'my angel' 'angelface' 'honeybun' or my personal favourite 'babydoll'. It's just his sense of humour, he never uses normal nicknames anymore because the stupid ones are ingrained in his mind to an irreparable degree.
And it becomes such a habit that one time he just forgets that Sirius doesn't know and by that point, Regulus is so used to simply tuning it out in the hopes he'll eventually get bored and stop (he won't) that they don't realise for at least 20 seconds that James just walked into the brothers' flat and said 'Hi pads, haven't seen you all week! Hey babydoll, ooo, that really is a nice new jumper'
They both realise at the same time and it takes a further second for Sirius' face of morph into DISGUST. And it's not at the fact they're together but at the ABYSMAL name choice. Regulus is instantly fuming and desperately trying to explain that it's James being pathetic and making an idiotic joke but Sirius doesn't even buy it. He goes the rest of his life telling people about it and Regulus goes mad. James finds it so fucking funny but apologises for accidentally making it bigger than a joke between the two of them. He is eventually forgiven but he's banned from saying half of the silly names ever again.
#James is a little shit#Sirius is so convinced they're serious about it too#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#regulus black#james potter#marauders era
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Strongest Sorcerer Virgin
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Includes: established relationship, Satoru Gojo x fem!reader, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection!!), Gojo is cocky until he actually has to do it (lolll), kissing, pet names (baby, princess, babycakes), praise (always), creampie I suppose, mentions of satosugu?? (His first kiss), overstimulation (only two orgasms)
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A/n: I have been thinking about virgin gojo for months. It's not funny. Iâm so obsessed with him. The voices said âwrite Satoru Gojo as a virginâ and I will indeed listen.
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You didnât know when you started dating him, but Satoru Gojo is a virgin. Absolutely no experience, despite his claims.
Oh, according to him, heâs made every girl heâs dated cum at least ten times before putting it in. Little do you know, youâre his first girlfriend. And unfortunately for him, youâre about to find out heâs still a virgin.
He got off easy with convincing you he could kiss fine, having jokingly practiced with Suguru in the past. But he didnât want to get that far with his best friend, thatâs embarrassing!
Youâre making out on his couch, the soft pillows sinking under your combined weight, sappy romance movie forgotten in the background. Your hands move to push his sunglasses off his face and he holds your cheeks. You laugh into the kiss when his hips press against yours and you feel just how hard he has become.
âIs tonight finally the night we fuck, Satoru?â You tease and kiss his nose.
âWanna see what Iâm all about, princess?â He chuckles, cocky tilâ the end.
âMhmm, show me that talented dick you claim to have, Satoru.â
His smirk falters. Itâs barely noticeable, but you still notice.
âSatoru? Are you okay?â
âPshhh, whatttt? Of course I am!â Thereâs that lying voice.
âSatoruâŚâ You have that warning tone to tell the truth.
âWhat, babycakes? Iâm fiiiine.â
âGojo.â Now heâs done it. He gulps as you refer to him with his last name
ââŚOkay, okayyy, I miiightâve liedâŚâ
âAboutâŚ?â
âI, uhhh, Iâve neverhadsex.â He mumbles super fast.
âWhat?â
âIâm a virgin! Okay?! I said it!â He pouts and looks away in embarrassment. You almost want to laugh.
ââŚsay something?â He mumbles shyly.
You do laugh. The strongest sorcerer, the most talented man in the world, is a virgin?! Thatâs absurd! Itâs insane! You canât help but laugh.
âHeyyy, stop laughing!â He whines, face red from embarrassment.
âSorry! Sorry! I just can't help it! Itâs crazy that you were so confident! I never knew!â You giggle. âDonât be embarrassed, Satoru, I can help you out!â
âThatâs even more embarrassingâŚâ
âOh, come onnnn, itâs just me! Iâd be honored to pop the strongest sorcererâs cherry.â You giggle at your own words and he keeps pouting.
âYouâre so mean. And donât say it like that!â
âPlease?â
ââŚFine, but only because you caused this problem.â
You look at his bulging pants and grin. âMkay!â
His porcelain skin is so warm. The two of you had moved to his room and heâs on his back, your plush thighs straddling his lap. Youâre both nude and heâs staring up at your body as if itâs sculpted by those sculptors that worshiped the gods. Hands rubbing your thighs nervously as you kiss down his body, stopping at his happy trail.
âYou ready?â
ââŚmhm.â He swallows hard as you kiss his tip.
His body jolts, nails lightly digging small crescent shapes into your thighs. You grin and kiss down his shaft, lightly licking his balls before taking him down your throat.
He gasps from the sudden warmth and bucks his hips. âShit, that feels good, so much better than I imaginedâŚâ
His whimpers fill the air as you fondle his balls and bob your head. You swirl your tongue around his shaft and pull back when you feel his cock throb in your throat and lightly blow on the tip, the cool air making him jolt.
âFuck, youâre really edging me, princess?â He whines and rubs your hips.
âCome on, canât have you blow your load so soon.â You giggle.
âIâm not blowing my loadâŚâ he mumbles shyly.
âMhm, sure. Now, since itâs your first time, do you want to do it all or do you want me to just ride?â
His face is beet red. âWh- I- uh- I can do it myself!!â
You canât help but giggle. You lay on your back and spread your legs, showcasing just how aroused you are. He rubs your thighs gently and looks into your eyes for approval. You nod and guide his hips.
âMove your hips and slip it in.â
It takes him a while to actually react, shy from your bluntness. He shifts over you, lining his hips up with your body and looking at you for reassurance.
âLike thisâŚ?â
âYep, you can go slowly or quickly, but push in.â
Satoru swallows hard, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. He slowly presses himself into you, gasping at the warmth, better than your mouth. His hands grip the sheets on either side of your head, struggling to keep from busting right away.
âI-is this okay so farâŚ?â
You smile. âJust like that, youâre no longer a virgin.â
He lets out a huff of air, laughing slightly at your words. He swallows again, unsure of what to do. You intertwine your fingers with his.
âMove, set your own pace. Iâll let you know if itâs not enough or too much.â You speak gently, encouraging him.
He swallows again and nods, slowly drawing his hips back and hissing at the way you squeeze him.
âSo tight, you feel so good, baby⌠Does this feel good?â
You nod when he thrusts slowly back in, gradually building up in tempo and in turn moving deeper. He hits particularly deep into you and his tip kisses your g-spot.
âRight there! Do that again!â You gasp and hold his hands tighter.
He looks at you with wide blue eyes, pupils blown as he moves harder, eliciting a moan from your lips.
âTh-that good? Does it feel good for you too?â He manages to say through gasps and grunts.
âYes, Satoru, so so goodâŚâ
He clearly likes the praise, moving faster and now at a constant pace, hips barely stuttering from how close he really is. He has to see you cum first. He needs it, needs you to feel good because of him.
âSatoru, my clit, rub my clit.â You whine, guiding his hand to the sensitive nub.
âDo I just-â
âJust rub it!â You buck up into him as he keeps his pace and finally moves his hand too.
His calloused thumb rubs circles into your sensitive clit, and he catches how your folds seem to flutter around him. He bites his lip and watches your face contort into the cutest expression.
âC-close, âtoru, pleaseâŚâ
ââŚT-tell me what to doâŚâ
âJust keep up like that, pleaseâŚâ
He nods and fights back every urge to cum, not wanting to miss when you reach your orgasm. You finally cum with a cry of his name, gripping him impossibly tighter and he finally releases as well. Spurts of his seed fill into you as he keeps fucking it deeper.
âC-canât stop, itâs too much, I canât stop!â He borderline cries into your shoulder as he keeps overstimulating the both of you, refusing to slow down or stop.
His sloppy thrusts wonât relent on your poor weeping cunt, white forming at the base of his shaft. You dig your nails into his hands, holding impossibly tighter at the overwhelming sensation.
âSatoruuuu! Too much! G-gonna cum againnnn!!â You cry out and clench tighter around him.
He moans and gasps in your ear, too out of it to hear your cries, only focusing on how youâre sucking him in and wonât let go. Not that he plans to ever leave. You reach another orgasm and thrash against the sheets at how intense it was, and again, he soon follows, this time stilling his hips as he whines out your name and so many praises.
âThank you, thank you, baby, feels sooo good, princess, I love you, I love youâŚâ
He collapses onto you and buries into your neck. You slowly come down from the overstimulated high and play with his hair.
âSatoru, get offâŚâ
âNuh uh.â
âCome on, Satoru, we gotta shower.â
âTomorrow, we can do it tomorrow. Canât move, if I pull out, Iâll just make us cum again.â
You giggle a little and let him cuddle into you. âYouâre such a big baby, âtoru.â
After a moment of silence, you speak up again.
âWas your first time good?â
âSo good, you have the best pussy in the world, babycakes.â
You roll your eyes at the nickname and kiss his forehead. âThanks, idiot.â
âYour idiot.â
âMhm, my idiot.â
You both fall asleep, not a care in the world. As the moonlight shines through his window, the only thing that matters is that heâs with you, and youâre with him. Satoru Gojo is no longer a virgin. All thanks to one gorgeous girl: you.
#virgin gojo youâll always be famous to me#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#virgin gojo#satoru gojo#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader#satoru smut#jjk satoru#gojo satoru#gojo satoru smut#gojou satoru x reader#gojo smut#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#jujutsu gojo
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staff!jeonghan
WARNINGS: fluff, smut, fame problems, paris trip, idol!reader is a sweetheart with her staff team, teasing, hair pulling, makeup smudging hair destroying sex, face slap, paris sex.
staff!jeonghan who started way back when your career was just taking off. you were still fresh, the kind of new that had people curious but not quite sold on the idea of you making it long term. jeonghan wasnât even supposed to be sticking around. dude was just a freelancer, floating between gigs like it was nothing. hairdresser one week, stylist the next, maybe even photographerâs assistant if he felt like it. didnât care much eitherâjust did his job, got his check, and dipped.
he was there the first time you came in for a shoot, thinking, oh, here we go again, another idol who doesnât know shit about shit, and probably treats their staff like trash. honestly, he didnât expect anything from you. he had his walls up like crazy. youâd been doing this for, what, a hot minute? and you were already getting attention, which just made him think, âyep, this oneâs probably the snobby kind. wonât even acknowledge us when sheâs walking by.â
but then you went and did the most surprising thingâlike blew his expectations out of the water kinda surprise. you saw himâno, not just like saw him, but like saw him. took a minute to actually chat. asked how his day was, if he needed anything while he was running around fixing the stage lights or whatever. you even remembered his name by the end of the first day, which? yeah, idols usually donât bother with that.
fast forward a couple months, and jeonghanâs still hanging around. he didnât plan to stay, but something about you changed that. it wasnât even the work, really. it was more like you made things different for the whole staffâhairdressers, makeup artists, stylists, all of them. you had this habit of, like, breaking all the usual rules. youâd bring coffee for everyone in the morning, none of that half-assed, "just for my personal team" bullshit, you made sure everyone was taken care of, because they take care of you as welll.
then there was that time when you randomly called up your manager one day like, "hey, iâm taking everyone out to eat after the shoot." and jeonghan was standing there, trying not to look too surprised, but inside he was like, who the hell does that? especially in this industry where staff usually gets a handshake and a âthanks for your workâ at most. while youâre out here throwing cash around to make sure your team is happy. itâs wild.
he remembers the first time you handed out those holiday bonuses. it wasnât even from the companyâs budget either; it was straight up from your own wallet. like, your money. you didnât even make a big deal about it, just casually handed out envelopes and said, âmerry christmas, you guys.â you shouldâve seen their facesâeveryone was shook, even him, and he doesnât get surprised that easily. it was one of those moments where the room just, like, collectively inhaled. there was silence, and then someoneâprobably one of the stylistsâgoes, ây/n, this is... you didnât have to...â
and you? you just shrugged, all casual, like it was no big deal. ânah, i wanted to. thank you for taking care of me, you make part of all of this too.â you pointed to the stage.
jeonghan couldnât even look at you right for a second because it was, like, damn, okay, sheâs for real. that was the moment he decided he wasnât just gonna treat this gig like all the others. working with you? yeah, it felt different. and not in some sappy, fairytale shit kind of way, but in a âmaybe there are still people in this industry who arenât complete assholesâ kind of way.
âso youâre sticking around, hannie?â you asked him one day, catching him off guard while he was fixing up your jacket right before a stage performance.
he smirked, his usual cocky, nonchalant self, but there was something softer underneath it. âguess i donât have a choice. you make it too easy.â
he was your go-to guy now, the one you trusted with everything, from making sure your hair wasnât fucked up during press tours to giving you a reality check when you were stressing over the dumbest things. and he liked that. he liked being the one you leaned on when you didnât wanna bother anyone else.
but it was more than that too. you were just different. the way you treated people, the way you made sure everyone around you felt seen, felt valued? it wasnât fake. it wasnât for show. it was you. and jeonghan? well, he wasnât the kind of guy to stick around just for anyone. but for you? yeah, maybe heâd go the long haul.
jeonghan was always there, like a constant shadow that somehow made everything feel lighter instead of heavier. as your career blew up, he didnât just keep paceâhe matched your energy, your needs, every twist and turn that came with your fame. whether it was press tours, backstage chaos, or those ridiculous interviews where some clueless host would try to push your boundaries, he was always ready.
youâd be in the middle of a tv show, mind racing, and then thereâd be a subtle shift. jeonghan standing just offstage, watching with a sharp, gaze of his. and it wasnât like he had to do muchâsometimes just a look was enough to let you know he had your back. like that time they tried to switch up your routine last minute, making changes that didnât sit right with you. you didnât even need to speak up, though. before you could say a word, he was already stepping in, throwing that effortless, yet somehow intimidating smile toward the team. ânah, weâre sticking with the original plan. my artist doesnât do changes without notice.â
âyour artist,â youâd hear him say that a lot, like a protective label stamped right over you, like you belonged to himânot in a possessive way, but in a way that made you feel safe. secure.
it wasnât just about the work either, not even close. jeonghan made the loneliness that came with fame feel less suffocating. that part of fame nobody talks aboutâthe part where you canât make real friends anymore, where every new person in your life feels temporary, transactional. except him. he was loyal.
when you had those long, grueling days full of photoshoots and interviews and events, and all you wanted was to escape, jeonghan was the one who made sure you still had a piece of normal.
like that one time in paris. you were there for a fashion show, sitting front row with all these industry giants who couldnât care less about anything but themselves, and jeonghan was right beside you, but afterward, when it was just the two of you, he was the one who dragged you to some random hole-in-the-wall restaurant down the street, far from all the cameras and flashing lights, ordering too much food and laughing at how terrible your french was.
âyou know, youâre lucky youâve got me,â he teased, watching you struggle with the menu. âotherwise, youâd be stuck ordering water and bread for the rest of the trip.â
you elbowed him playfully. âiâm just trying to be cultured, okay?â
âsure, sure,â he snickered, but the grin on his face was soft, like he was glad to be there with you. âleave the culture to me.â
he was there on the quieter days too. youâd be at home, no schedule to follow for once, just free. but that freedom? it felt empty when you didnât have anyone to share it with. jeonghan got that. heâd show up at your place without even needing an invitation, like he just knew when you needed him there. sometimes he wouldnât even knock. youâd just hear the door click open and his familiar voice, âyou better not be working in there.â
youâd laugh, shouting back from wherever you were in the apartment, âiâm not, calm down.â
next thing you knew, heâd be on the floor of your pristine living room, surrounded by lego pieces because, for some reason, thatâs what the two of you did on your days off. it was ridiculous, really, two adults crouched over colorful plastic blocks, but it made you feel like a kid again, like before everything got so complicated.
youâd crouch down next to him, watching his hands move, and without thinking, youâd wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. it wasnât even romaaaantic, more like instinct. jeonghan had this way of making you feel safe, like you didnât have to be the perfect version of yourself all the time. you could just be you. and hugging him like that, clinging onto him like a koala, it was the only way you knew how to show him just how much he meant to you.
âyouâre clingy today,â he murmured, but there was no complaint in his voice, just that familiar teasing.
âyouâre soft,â you shot back, squeezing him tighter, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. his cologne was subtle but always the same, something that reminded you of quiet, peaceful moments, like this.
he tilted his head a little, catching your eyes âoh, yeah? not what you said last time.â
you puffed your cheeks out, crossing your arms dramatically, the sulk settling in. âiâm done being clingy with you, jeonghan.â
he grinned like he was waiting for that exact reaction. itâs almost like he lived for these momentsâwhen youâd pout and try to act all tough, but really? he knew exactly where this was headed. you werenât fooling anyone, especially not him.
âoh yeah?â he tilted his head, gaze dripping with amusement as he leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed your ear. âyou sure about that?â
you tried to hold firm, but the way his voice dropped a little lower, teasing. you shifted your weight, crossing your legs under you on the living room floor, avoiding eye contact. âmmhmm. youâll see.â
jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, leaning back and watching you with a glint in his eyes, like he was just waiting for you to crack. âyouâre too cute when you sulk, yâknow that?â
your heart fluttered, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek, determined to keep up the act. âwhatever.â
he moved closer, a hand sliding around your waist, tugging you just enough so that your body leaned into his. ânah, donât pout, baby,â he murmured, lips brushing lightly against your jaw. âwe both know how this ends.â
and he was right. because, every time you tried to act like you were done with him, like you were going to keep your distance, it only ended one wayâwith you wet underneath him, a needy mess, begging for more.
like that first time in paris. paris had done something to the both of you. it was supposed to be a normal night, just you and him hanging out after the fashion show. nothing special, just another city on the endless list of places youâd been together. but somehow, that night went different. the second the hotel room door clicked shut behind you, youâd scarcely made it through the door before his hands were on you, grabbing, pulling, claiming.
âthought you were gonna keep your distance,â jeonghan had teased as he pressed you up against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, making your knees weak.
you were already panting, feeling the warmness of him beaming off his body. âshut up, hannie.â
he chuckled against your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you, making you gasp. âaww, so cute when youâre needy.â
and fuck, were you needy. by the time heâd pushed you onto the bed, tugging at your clothes, you were already whimpering for him, already soaked.
heâd dragged you to the edge, rough hands all over your body, pulling, squeezing, leaving marks everywhere. your hair had been perfect for the show, all sleek and done up, but that shit didnât last long. the second he had his fist tangled in it, pulling your head back, it was ruined. thrusting into you from behind, his cock splitting you in half with each brutal thrust. âsuch a fucking mess.â
youâd tried to keep quiet, biting down on the pillow as your body rocked with every movement, but every time you let out a whiny moan, jeonghan was right there to mock you for it.
âaww, hannieâs being too harsh?â he cooed, as he tries to sound sweet. âhm? poor baby canât take it?â
youâd only moaned louder, your body trembling as he slapped your ass, the sting making you cry out. heâd leaned down then, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âuse your words, sweetheart. tell hannie how bad you want it.â
you couldnât even speak, just a mess of broken moans and gasps as he kept slamming into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. and just when you thought you couldnât take it anymore, when you were right on the edge, thatâs when he did it. his hand came up to your face, smudging the glitter from the show as he slapped youânot enough to really hurt. he is a careful guy.
âfuck, y/n, look at you. such a pretty little mess,â he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you from behind, relentless. âyou gonna come for me? câmon, baby, let me hear it.â
you whimpered, nodding, your mind spinning as his cock hit that perfect spot over and over, making you roll your eyes, drool, everything u had right of. but just as you were about to cum, he pulled out, leaving you empty and desperate.
âaww, no no no, not yet,â jeonghan cooed, a wicked grin on his face as he turned you onto your back, pushing your legs open wide. âhannieâs not done with you.â
your heart pounded, your entire body aching for release, but you didnât dare move. he was in control, and you knew better than to push him.
âwhatâs the matter, baby?â he leaned down, his lips brushing over yours as he teased you. âtoo much?â
you shook your head, barely able to get the words out. ân-no⌠pleaseâŚâ
his smirk widened, that wicked glint in his eyes making you shiver. âplease what? gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart.â
you whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as you looked up at him, desperate. âplease⌠fuck meâŚâ
âgood girl.â
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Hello 𫣠A request for Thanos, I know he's a bit unhinged but I need some fluff for this man...<3
~ It's mentioned that Thanos was recruited by the businessman for the games whilst he was contemplating on a bridge. During the games, him and reader form relationship and during lights out after the mingle game, he feels comfortable with reader and starts opening up abt this etc and the reader comforts him etc...
Tysm!! âď¸đ
Of course Oml I love this, and I'm always a sucker for the sappy sadness <3 and safe to say I think everybody is loving some un-hinged thanos content <3
My beauty flower - Choi Su-bong/Thanos x reader
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summary: After you have a melt down in the six leg game, and again in Mingle, Thanos remembers he never kept his promise, and opens up to you more than you'd ever thought he would.
Warnings: Talks of attempted suicide, Thanos being a sweet guy for a few moments
You went into the games just like everybody else did, unknown to the trauma and death that was ahead, desperate to go home, but even more desperate to get your money for your three youngest siblings. You were basically on your own until first lights out, whenever someone who you'd come to know as Thanos grabbed you for his team. After that he clung onto you, making sure you were always right next to him, his arm either around you, or holding onto you somehow.
As you rushed into the small bright yellow room, you slid against the wall, it was the last round, at least that's what you thought the lady said over the speaker, Thanos had sent player 125 with Nam-gyu and dragged you with him to a room. "Woo! Isn't this fun, senorita!?" he shouted excitement flowing through his voice as he turned to look at you. You were sitting with your knees to your chest shaking your head "Hey don't break on me now! We need you!" He shouted rushing over to you as the door locked "I-I can't do this anymore!" You shouted back "I-I can't" You repeated quieter, realizing he could very easily leave you out of the group on your own. "What're you talking about? You've got this, you're the best player other than thanos the great" He protested, you just shook your head, letting a sob slip as you heard the click of the lock undoing. "Y/n. Look at me. You've got this, like we talked about last game remember? Shit might seem scary, but once it's done, we're alright" He said, the speaker announcing for everybody to make their way back to the room you all slept in. "See? Another game, another day" Thanos smiled, you just huffed and took his hand to help yourself up, he kept ahold of yours as he walked out "Welcome back, my friends!! Skrrt!" He shouted as he dragged you out towards the door, Nam-gyu rushed behind you two, desperate to catch up and ask why he chose you to go with him and not him.
Dinner that night was usual, Thanos fucking with you the entire time while you tried to eat, and Nam-gyu encouraging it all. It was whenever the lights went out that something weird happened, you were in bed, almost asleep on the other side of the room from your friends, until someone slowly slid under your covers next to you "Beauty flower" You heard Thanos whisper "You awake?" He asked, ghosting a hand over your hip "Mhmm" You hummed, slowly turning around to face him "What's wrong, thanos?" you asked, grogginess still covering your voice like a warm blanket "Call me Su-bong, but don't tell anybody" He whispered, giving you a serious look before cupping your cheek "I realized..during that leg game..I promised to tell you something about me" He whispered "I never did" Smiling you shook your head "remember? You said you were a rapper?" You joked "I'm serious" he offered, finally letting his hand rest on your hip, you relaxed further onto the uncomfortable stiff mattress, scooting back a bit to get a better view of this place.
"Something about me...is...growing up I never had a lot, so I started rapping for money, built up enough..and I lost it all in a fucking crypto scam..lost everything I ever worked for in life, gone" You could feel his frustration, both through his voice, and by his tightened grip on you "did some rap battles, ya know, try and rebuild? but I uh..Uhm..I got to the big leagues in a big battle..and forgot the words right at the end..anyways..I felt like I was ruining my own life, l-like, I'd never get rid of what was ruining my life because it was me" He explained, you frowned scooting closer to him, hugging him the best you could while laying down, he returned the hug by holding you tight against his chest "So I went to a bridge..and right before I was going to jump..a man walked up to me and offered me a spot to play here..did all of that..and then I met you, beauty flower, and it made me realize, the universe just had to kick me around to realize how special you truly are" He explained letting out a sigh, like it had been preventing him to breathe until he told you.
"Su-bong..I.." He cut you off "Please don't..say anything.." He whispered pressing a soft kiss to your forehead "I'm okay now, because my beauty flower and I are gonna finish these games and win that money!!" He shouted, laughing as you were both 'shh'ed by others around you trying to sleep. You giggled quietly holding onto his shirt, his jacket most likely discarded around his bunk "Are you gonna go back to your own bed, Thanos?" You asked playfully "I told you, Su-bong, and no, I'm good here" He replied, leaving his arm around you, using his other arm to steal your pillow, replacing it with said arm so you weren't left with nothing. "Really?" you gasped, shoving him onto his back, laying your head onto his chest sighing "Really?" He mocked, resting a hand on your lower back, and resting his head on his other arm "Why do you want me to call you Su-bong?" You asked softly, you were actually confused, you couldn't understand why "I trust you, beauty flower, you make me..feel like I don't have to be a badass all the time" He explained resting his chin on the top of your head "Oh.." You whispered, going quiet "Is that okay?.." He asked nervously, pulling his hand out from under his head instantly reaching for his necklace, but you caught it before he could grab it "Yea..it's okay." You replied, before taking a moment, trying to build up your confidence to speak again "I think I love you, su-bong" You whispered, squeezing his necklace tightly, it was his turn to take your hand "Don't-..." He stopped himself, looking at his face, you could tell his was fighting himself, for a second you could feel your heart drop, that was stupid to say to him "I love you too, y/n" He finally responded, pulling you closer to him "Now..go to sleep...gotta make sure we're ready for the game tomorrow" He lectured before laying back down on his back, running his hand up and down it, trying his best to soothe you to sleep.
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BIRTHDAY CHAOS!
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Synopsis: Itâs Jungkookâs birthday and obviously it couldnât just be a small get together⌠according to everyone.
Genre: comedy, found family, established relationships.
Pairing: DILF!jungkook x fem!reader
Warnings: curse words, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, family oriented, jungkook being sappy, just full on fluff, this is more bts centered than just jungkook and oc, cowboy jungkook YEEEHAW!
a/n: Tupac back! TUPAC BACK! hi im back⌠i havenât been writing these pasts months like i used toâ school has had me busy with so many papers that the idea of writing for anything outside school literally sends chills down my spine. BUT! i miss writing my very close imaginary family so enjoyđ¤
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"We're doing the absolute most," Jia sighs, slumping backward and releasing an untied balloon. It zooms across the floor, landing by your feet. "We're talking about the same person, right?" Eunbi asks from her position on the floor, colorful confetti spread out in front of her as she carefully glues a number onto the banner.
"Letâs not bully my man on his birthday," you playfully scold your best friend, giving her blonde hair a gentle tug.
Eunbi looks up at you with a pout. "Ow!" She scrunches her nose, sticking her tongue out before returning to decorating the banner on the ground.
"That âhappy birthdayâ looks crooked as fuck," Taehyung comments, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at the colorful banner beside the long-haired blonde. "Ari, permission to clock his shit right now," Eunbi says, looking up to Taehyungâs wife, who is perched on Namjoonâs shoulders, sticking balloons to the wall.
"Permission granted," Ari mumbles around the tape in her mouth. "But stay away from his face; we have an event coming up." Her voice is clearer as she uses the tape to secure a balloon.
"Honey, you did not justâwhat the actual fuck?" Taehyung gasps dramatically, quickly dodging Eunbiâs attempt to hit him with a pair of confetti poppers.
"Girl, next time, aim for his ballsâ" Aera begins but is interrupted by the front door slamming open, making everyone freeze in place.
The room goes deathly quiet before everyone exhales in relief as Lora, Jimin, Daeun, Yoongi, and Seokjin come rushing through the door.
"Y/n, I tried to stop them, but they wouldnât listen," Yoongi says first, rushing to his wife on the floor. He drops a kiss on her cheek before looking up at you, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Donât even! You helped us pick which one!" Jimin defends himself, placing a hand on his chest as if heâs been mortally wounded. Lora laughs out loud, bouncing with excitement.
"You look too happy for anyone's peace of mind," Hoseok observes, a small smile of amusement on his face.
You raise an eyebrow, confused, both hands on your hips as you wait for someone to start explaining. "Before you get mad..." Lora begins, only to be silenced by your raised hand.
"Iâm already mad," you sigh, making everyone burst into laughter.
"Jungkook said he wanted one, so we got it for him," Daeun explains, clicking his tongue and biting her lower lip anxiously. Sheâs the newest addition to your groupâshe and Jimin started dating a few months ago. Despite her shy nature, Daeun clicked with everyone quickly, although her personality is much more calm than anyone elseâs she fit in perfectly. Still no one could beat Jungkookâs and Eunbiâs track record when it came to the most extroverted of the bunch.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion, waiting for an explanation. At the same time, Seokjin nervously let out a small, low-pitched "giddy up," his voice cracked as he hesitated. He awkwardly mimed cracking a whip, glancing around with a sheepish grin, clearly embarrassed and already regretting it.
"You guys bought him a horse?" you gasp, eyes nearly popping out of your head as you watch everyone else's expressions mirror your shock. Silence fills the room, and itâs almost comedic when one of the balloons that Ari was blowing deflates. As everyone waits for your reaction, you hear the blonde on the ground whisper.
"Wait, he really wanted a horse? I thought he was joking! Babeâwe shouldâve gotten him the horse first as a thank you gift for giving me bubbles on my birthday," Eunbi whispers to her husband, who gives her a 'not now, baby' look.
Before you know it, you're pulling on Eunbiâs hair again. "The fuck are we going to do with a horse?" you sigh heavily, flailing your arms around.
One thing you learned from everyone is that they all go to great lengths for each other, no matter how ridiculous the idea or situation might beâand you fully participate in the chaos. But right now, the only thought in your mind is how youâre going to murder five people simultaneously.
"How did going for birthday hats end with you guys buying him a horse?" Joon asks, his face scrunched in confusion as Taehyung tries not to laugh while helping his wife off Namjoonâs shoulders.
"We didnât buy one..." Jimin says, looking around nervously, waiting for someone to step in.
"We rented one!" Lora jumps in happily, clapping her hands. Her long, straight black hair bounces around her face as her deep dimples appear while she shoves her phone into your face.
"Isnât it so cute? The person renting it out said his name is Rex, but I think he gives off more âGoodyâ vibes." Lora shrugs happily, showing you multiple pictures of a huge, beautiful black horse.
"Can we talk about how big a horse shits," Seokjin mentions dramatically to the boys that stayed behind at the house. Your mind already making a mental note that the five responsible will be cleaning up after the horse in your backyard later.
"When is it getting here?" you sigh in defeat, making Lora clap excitedly.
"Aww, you didnât crash out! Maturity looks so good on you, babes!" Eunbi cheers from the ground.
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"I am not wearing this shit," Hoseok groans loudly, rolling his head back and stomping his feet like a child. "Why did I get the worst one out of everyone?" His hands flail dramatically as he explains, clearly annoyed that his t-shirt is, in his opinion, the most boring.
"You think yours is wack?" Eunbi side-eyes him, pointing at her own shirt. "Iâm wearing a picture of Jungkook's face with the words, âBig dick is back in town.â" She reads it out loud before throwing her head back with an overly dramatic sigh.
"I low-key love mine," Jimin chimes in, striking multiple poses to show off his t-shirt, which reads, âI wish he was real,â beneath a large photo of Jungkook giving a thumbs-up while wearing Iseulâs pink tutu.
"Thatâs because yours is cool! Mine is literally..." Hobi starts, sounding enthusiastic before suddenly clamming up, which causes Jia to burst out laughing beside him.
"Wait, now I wanna see it!" Eunbiâs face lights up, reaching for the shirt bunched up in Hoseok's hands.
"Stop! I love it!" Eunbi bursts into laughter as she reads the large text across the middle of his white shirt. "Show me!" Yoongi nudges his wife, poking her in the hip for her to move aside so he can see.
A grin spreads across his face as his eyes scan the words: âSorry, princess, I only date DILFs who look like this,â followed by a heart-shaped picture of Jungkook, shirtless, flexing his muscles with a pout on his lips. Yoongi can't hold back his laughter.
"I need to know who came up with these," Yoongi chuckles, dropping his head onto Eunbiâs shoulder, still shaking with amusement.
"I am not wearing this," Hoseok snaps, snatching the shirt back from Eunbi before crossing his arms in front of his chest, pouting like a sulking kid.
"Babe, youâre so cute," Jimin teases as he watches his girlfriend make her way to the small group, whistling as he gives his girlfriend, Daeun, a playful spin. She blushes, biting her lower lip as she reads aloud the words on her own shirt.
"âIntroverted but willing to discuss...â" Daeun pauses and points at the picture of Jungkook dramatically winking beneath the text.
"That one is so cute!" Jia claps happily beside Hoseok, who is still throwing a tantrum while Eunbi laughs and points at his pouty face.
You silently chuckle as you overhear their conversation shifting from shirts to whether they should have gotten a photo booth. You quickly announce that youâre going inside to get Iseul and yourself ready before heading into the house.
The laughter from the backyard fades as you close the sliding door behind you, having spent all morning decorating it. You take a moment to check the kitchen, living room, and walls, ensuring everything looks as you had planned before rushing upstairs to shower before Iseul wakes from her nap.
After showering, blow-drying, and straightening your hair, you start to hear small whines from Iseul as she begins to wake up. You poke your head out of the bathroom and into your and Jungkookâs room, finding Iseul sitting up in bed. Her hair is disheveled, and sheâs rubbing her chubby hands over her eyes, surrounded by pillows creating a makeshift barrier.
âHi, my love,â your voice soars to a higher pitch as you approach her. âHowâd you sleep, baby?â You coo, brushing her small light curls away from her face, gently poking her cheeks before planting a kiss on them both.
âI slept good,â Iseul murmurs softly, finally opening her eyes. Her Bambi-like gaze looks up at you. âIs Daddy here yet? Itâs his birfday.â Your four-year-old scans the room, only to pout in disappointment when she realizes itâs just you both in the room.
âHeâs almost here, so we need to make you look pretty! Okay?â You poke her small side, making her giggle and nod enthusiastically. You wrap your arms around her, holding her tight as you lift her and carry her to her room. You carefully set her down on the bed before heading into her closet to find the outfit you had planned. You also grab a couple of alternative pants options just in case the original choice doesnât work out.
âOkay, you have two options. Pick,â you say, emerging from the closet with two pairs of bottoms. âSkirt or jeans?â You wave the options as Iseul puts her index finger on her chin and furrows her eyebrows, deep in thought. âWhat are you wearing?â she asks carefully, making you smile. âA skirt,â you reply, watching her nod several times before pointing at the skirt in your left hand.
"I wanna wear a skirt too!â she exclaims with a beaming smile, her dimplesâclearly inherited from her dadâshowing prominently.
You nod in approval and quickly help her change and brush her teeth. You also brush her hair, letting it flow down her back.
âOkay, pose for me, princess,â you giggle as you watch your daughter smile and place her hands on her hips, striking a pose.
âOkay, now stand still and look down at your shoes for me.â You ask, as she hums and gazes at her Adidas shoes and white socks with ruffles, while you click away on your camera. âYouâre so beautiful,â you coo, finally standing up and reaching for your daughterâs hand to guide her outside so you can finish your makeup and get dressed.
As you open the glass door to the backyard, she finally speaks. âI know, Daddy told me Iâm the most beeyootiful girl ever.â She quips before stepping out, where Yejoonâwho just got here, after being dropped off by his grandparents from his dadâs sideârushes toward her, and Eunbi and Taehyung quickly start showering her with compliments about her custom-made shirt as if it were a competition.
You laugh as you watch Eunbiâs smile falter when Iseul jumps into Taehyungâs arms first. You shout that youâll be right back, earning several thumbs up from the group. As you rush back to your room, your phone rings in your back pocket. You quickly pluck it out and see a picture of you smiling at the camera with your husbandâs bicep cradling your face, making you smile as you press the green button and click âspeaker.â
âBaby,â Jungkookâs voice comes through as you place the phone down on the counter and start your makeup.
âHi,â you reply, tucking your hair back out of your face.
âHi, my obnoxiously gorgeous wife, I miss you,â Jungkook says, and you smile, hearing the warmth in his voice.
âAre my girls ready? Iâm almost home,â he continues. You giggle and reply with a small âyesâ as you blend concealer under your eyes.
You had told Jungkook the other night that instead of a party, you wanted to take him out to eat for his birthday, just the three of you. He agreed immediately, not knowing it was a complete lie. Knowing damn well the group chat you just have made the other day with everyone from the already standing âplan b survivorsâ group chat with the exclusion of Jungkookâobviouslyâwas currently being spammed with multiple suggestions of whether getting a bouncy house was a good idea or not.
âYour mom sent me her GIF not too long ago; itâs the best one sheâs sent to date,â Jungkook says, making you burst out laughing, knowing exactly which kind of GIF he means. Your mom has a habit of sending extravagant GIFs with blooming flowers and sparkles, with bold text that reads something completely different depending on the mood, situation or event.
âShe edited me into the background this time. You know, the one where Iâm flexing my muscles with those pink ribbons you tied on them,â he recounts, and you hum in agreement, knowing exactly what picture heâs talking about since you were the one who took and sent it to your mom.
âI love the way confetti pops the moment you click on it to play,â he chuckles, making you mirror his smile.
As he continues talking about how everyone wished him a happy birthday at the meeting he had to attendâscheduled long ago and unmissableâyou listen as he changes topics to how he plans to start taking Iseul to swimming classes while you finish your makeup.
âOkay, baby, Iâm around the corner. Can you put an outfit out for me so I can shower and change quickly?â Jungkook asks as you apply the last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.
Humming in agreement, you reply, âOkay, and I already did, baby,â as you twist the mascara cap shut and check yourself one last time in the mirror before grabbing your phone and heading to both your clothes laid out on the bed.
âI love you,â Jungkook says, as you return the sentiment before he disconnects.
You quickly change into your t-shirt, tying a rubber band at the back to create a crop top. You follow up by slipping into your denim mini skirt, not even taking a minute to check if it fits perfectly as you rush to find socks and matching shoes to match Iseulâs. The moment youâre dressed, you hurry downstairs, turning off every light as you make your way to the backyard, where everyoneâs eyes turn to you.
âHeâs coming, everyone hide!â
The position you were in was uncomfortable as hell, and no one seemed to be enjoying themselves. Iseul started to whine, complaining that her knees hurt from crouching behind the couch, which prompted Ye Joon to comment smugly that âshe isnât as strong as he is,â earning a loud âshhhâ from Ari. The twins, Nari and Yeseol, were also not having it. Barely a year old, both blondes were already driving Eunbi and Yoongi crazyâyou could hear Yoongi trying to calm down Nari from behind the kitchen counter, as she teetered on the verge of crying.
From your peripheral vision, you caught a glimpse of Aera and Namjoon making funny faces to distract Nari and keep her from crying. You also noticed Jiho texting on his phone, his brows furrowed in concentration. You tried not to laugh when Jia snatched his phone away, scolding him to âpay attention.â
Suddenly, your heart fluttered as you heard the front door open, followed by Jungkookâs familiar voice calling out.
âBaby, where are you?â he called, murmuring under his breath about how dark it was. He moved towards the light switch and flicked it on. Before he could react, everyone shouted, âSurprise!â as colorful confetti burst from poppers, flying everywhere and littering the floor.
âOh, fuck!â he shrieked, clutching his chest in surprise.
âHappy birthday!â everyone yelled together, rushing forward to hug him. Iseul was the first to reach him, raising her short arms for her dad to pick her up. âHappy birfday, Daddy!â Iseul kissed his cheek as Jungkook smiled brightly, while Lora snapped multiple pictures with her camera. âYour shirt, princess,â your husband beamed, reading the words and poking her side, making her squirm. âYouâre a hundred percent âBirthday boy favorite girl,ââ Jungkook said, pressing a big kiss to her cheek, reading off her shirt.
âHappy birthday, my brother,â Taehyung and Jimin chimed in, launching themselves at Jungkook the moment he set his daughter down to greet everyone else. âWhereâs my gift? I donât think my wife wouldâve let anyone in without a gift fee,â Jungkook joked, patting Jimin on the back.
âI was thinking about what to get you, and I realized you donât need anythingâyou already have me. I even debated wrapping myself since Iâm clearly the biggest gift in your life,â Taehyung said, making everyone burst into laughter. âExactly what I thought too,â Jimin added, earning a side-eye from Taehyung.
âJust two dumb bitches telling each other âexactly!ââ Eunbi mocked behind them, scooting in-between the boys to give Jungkook a hug.
âHi, blondie,â your husband teases, poking your best friendâs side, before laughing at the words on her shirt. âBig dick back in town!â Jungkook guffawed, throwing his head back in laughter.
You watched with a huge smile plastered across your face as your husband finishes hugging everyone and complimenting their shirts. Once he had said his hellos, his eyes finally met yours. His grin widened, and he walked towards you. Feeling playful, you shifted all your weight to one leg and twirled your hair around your index finger, giving him an innocent look that made him burst out laughing.
âHi,â Jungkook smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
âHi,â you smile back, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. He gave you a quick wink before leaning down to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, his lips moving against yours in a slow, agonizing pace.
Smiling into the kiss, he finally pulled away as everyone started whistling in the background.
âThere are kids here!â Namjoon shouted playfully, watching as Jungkook stuck his tongue out at him like a child.
âYou take my breath away every damn time, baby,â Jungkook says, turning back to face you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
âMhm, really?â you tease, raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckles, his gaze drifting from your shoes back up to your eyes. âYes, really,â he says, biting his lower lip.
âOkay, we get it. You guys are in love. Can we go eat now?â Jiho interrupted, looking up from his phone with a bored expression, clearly used to this level of PDA, since his own parents were just as bad.
Everyone laughed and agreed, while Jiho earned a light swat on the back of his head from his mom for âinterrupting a moment.â Lora shook her head in mock disappointment, quickly passing her camera to Ari to place on the marble table before ushering everyone towards the backyard.
âHappy birthday again,â you whisper to your husband, stopping him before you could join the others who were waiting to show him the bouncy house and decorations.
âThank you, baby,â he voices out, his voice soft and serious, making your heart clench. âAlways,â you reply, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his lips again.
âI like your shirt,â Jungkook murmurs just for you, his voice low and teasing. You bite your lip, meeting his gaze.
âI mean, itâs true,â you shrug playfully, watching the slow smile spread across his face. His thumb and index finger toy with your belly ring that youâve just put back in, and he tilts his head with a grin. âIâm hoping I got a shirt and it says âI heart milfsâ to match yours,â he jokes, his smile faltering when he notices the way your lips press together.
âWhat does it say?â he sighs, bracing for disappointment.
ââBirthday boy,ââ you reveal, trying not to laugh as his jaw drops in exaggerated shock.
âThatâs not fair! I was expecting something wild like everyone elseâs. How does Eunbi get âbig dick back in town,â and I get âbirthday boyâ?â He pouts, and you canât help but laugh.
âWell, arenât you the birthday boy?â you tease, placing your manicured hand over his, resting on your belly.
âI guess...â He blows out a dramatic sigh, making you giggle.
âI missed your belly piercing,â he says softly, tugging gently on the teardrop ring in your belly button.
âAnd I miss your lip piercing,â you reply, brushing a finger over his bottom lip. âPlease put it back in. Hopefully, Iseul doesnât tug on it like last time.â
âUgh, donât remind me,â he groans, shuddering at the memory. Remembering how his daughter yanked on his lip piercing with all the strength a one-year-old could muster.
âThank you for everything,â he says, hooking his fingers through the belt loops of your skirt and pulling you into a tight embrace. âI appreciate everything you do and more. I know this whole thing was your idea. Thank you,â he murmurs into the crook of your neck.
âDonât make me cry,â you sniffle, feeling him press small kisses along your neck. Your hands rub soothing circles on his back, and you stay wrapped in each otherâs arms for a minute, though it felt like only seconds. âI love you so much, baby,â he continues, squeezing your cheeks with both hands and forcing your lips into a pout before kissing them.
âI love you,â you reply, kissing his nose, making him chuckle.
âIs it bad that I want everyone to leave already so I can just spend time with you?â he whispers as you both walk towards the glass sliding door. âLowkey yeah,â you chuckle, stopping at the door and looking up at him, only to find him already gazing at you.
âWhat?â you giggle, feeling shy under his intense stare.
âNothing, just one more kiss, please. Count it as my early birthday gift,â he winks, leaning down to capture your lips again. You pull back with a laugh when you felt his tongue start to intrude. âBabyâŚâ Jungkook whines, a goofy grin still on his face as he tugs you closer.
âJeoââ you start, but he interrupts, kissing you again, this time swirling his tongue with yours. Your shoulders slump as his hands cradle your face, keeping you in place before separating with a small string of saliva connecting you.
âSorry, itâs my birthday,â he whispers against your lips, before finally opening the sliding glass door and extending an arm to guide you outside. You roll your eyes playfully but let out a small yelp when you felt his hand smack your ass as you walked past him through the door.
âItâs my birthday,â he says with a cheeky grin, raising his hands in defense when you shot him a warning glare.
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Everyone is drunk, and things spiral out of control quickly.
The moment Jungkook steps out of the house, freshly showered and changed into his matching t-shirt like everyone else, everything becomes a blur. After countless photos taken on Loraâs camera, you all eat, sing happy birthday, and Jungkook blows out his candles before cutting the cheesecake you made him the night before.
By ten at night, the kids are sent inside to sleep, and thatâs when the chaos begins.
âYouâre fucking lying!â Jungkook yells, eyes wide as Seokjin and a man lead a huge black horse through the backyard doors.
âWhereâs my camera?!â Lora screams, looking around frantically.
âItâs inside!â Ari shouts back. Before you can react, a head of caramel curls dashes into your house.
"That thing is literally humongous," Namjoon mutters, running a hand over his face, his eyes slightly red from all the alcohol.
âYou shouldnât be talking,â Jimin retorts, eyeing Namjoon up and down, causing everyone to burst out laughing.
âYouâre just mad youâre short,â Namjoon fires back, but youâve already tuned them out, watching as Jungkook climbs onto the horse with the help of the owner.
âThis is such a bad idea,â you screech, covering your eyes.
âHere!â Ari runs back out, handing Lora her camera. She immediately starts snapping photos of Jungkook, now balanced on the horse.
"Hold on tight, bro!" Yoongi yells as Jungkook wobbles before finding his balance as the horse starts walking.
"Baby, look at me!" Jungkook calls out, taking off his shirt, revealing his flexed muscles as he jokingly cracks an imaginary whip. Your heart skips a beatâstomach flipsâhalf from how ridiculously handsome he looks and half from the fear that he might fall.
Lora, on the other hand, is in her element, snapping photos like her life depends on it.
âI wanna ride next!â Eunbi cheers, jumping up and down.
âIâve never seen you this excited to ride me before,â Yoongi says nonchalantly, causing everyone to groan.
âBrother, eugh!â Hoseok fake gags, while Jungkook laughs from atop the horse. Eunbiâs face turns pink as she playfully pushes Yoongi, who apologizes profusely for his comment.
"Baby, can we keep it?" Jungkook asks, flashing you his signature doe eyes.
"Fuck no," you respond immediately, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Youâve only got an hourâmake the most of it," you shrug, moving closer to the horse.
"An hour only?" Jungkook gasps, glancing at his friends as if they betrayed him. "Y/n didnât want the horse, we had to compromise, lil bro," Yoongi says matter-of-factly, making Jungkook roll his eyes playfully.
"Come on, baby, letâs ride," Jungkook says, winking as he pats his lap, motioning for you to hop on, which earns a chorus of fake gags from your friends.
The hour passes in a whirlwind of laughter and screaming. Everyone takes turns riding the horse, which ends with Ari nearly face-planting, sending everyone into a panicâexcept for the owner, who looks like heâs ready to be done with all of you and head home.
"Shot! Shot! Shot!" the group chants as you down a shot of tequila, scrunching your face in disgust, earning more laughter. Jungkook rubs circles on your back as the cold liquor burns its way down your throat. "Fuck!" you exclaim, tapping your chest like itâll help with the heartburn.
"You did so good, princess," Jungkook praises, tossing back his shot like itâs water, letting out an exaggerated "ah" as he sets the glass down.
Itâs nearly two in the morning now. The horse is long gone, and everyone is utterly trashed. The guys, all shirtless, are slumped around the backyard, claiming itâs too hotâlikely the alcohol talking.
"Five, six, five, six, seven, eight!" Eunbi shouts as the speaker blasts "Hot to Go," jumping onto a chair and belting out the lyrics.
"Here she goes," Taehyung sighs jokingly, watching Eunbi throw herself into the song.
"Youâre her biggest opp," Aera comments with a smile as Jungkook joins Eunbi, copying her arm movements.
"Opp stands for opposite, right?" Taehyung asks, which sends everyone into another round of laughter.
"Opponent, dumbass," Jimin smacks him on the back of the head, snickering at Taehyung's widened eyes.
"Did you guys read the weight limit for the bouncy house?" you ask out of nowhere, standing up, suddenly eager to jump around.
"Thereâs a weight limit?" Daeun and Seokjin ask simultaneously, then look at each other. "Jinx!" they say in unison, making you laugh.
"Yeah, the person who rents them usually tells you," you explain, kicking off your shoes before climbing into the character-themed bouncy house. You barely stand up before everyone starts piling in.
"If anyone throws up, Iâll kill youâ" Lora screeches as Taehyung accidentally shoves her, sending her face-first into the bouncy floor. "Iâm so sorry!" he laughs, trying to help her up despite the bouncing of everyone.
"Guys, I think it might pop," Daeun warns, clinging to Jimin for balance. You try reaching for Jungkook but get launched across the bouncy house by the devil herself, Eunbi.
"Ah!â You scream, laughing as you tumble into Lora. The laughter doesnât last long, though, as a loud pop echoes through the air. Everyone stills before panic sets in as the bouncy house deflates rapidly, and everyone scrambles to the small exit.
You all stand in stunned silence, staring at the flattened bouncy house sprawled across the grass. Despite knowing how much trouble you're in with the renter, you canât help but laugh.
"Welp, happy birthday to me," Jungkook shrugs with a grin.
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UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.
1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.
2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.
So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.
Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.
He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.
Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.
Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.
I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.
He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.
I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.
OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.
Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world
PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox
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Fuck it, Guess We Both Ain't Shit â GOJO
summary: as meg said, âquit asking when imma leave my n*gga, knowinâ you still with your bitchâ
cw// 18+, MDNI cheating, sex, fingering, oral, risky sex, geto slander, squirting, choking, slight impact play, sappy moments,
tagging -> @satorubi @sunasbon haha. dividers by @/cafekitsune word counter: 1.1k just a little thirst/drabble :p
âheâs your best friendâ this was a conversation almost twice a week, with him on his knees looking right at your puffy clit, spreading your legs wide enough so he can fit through, though just barely.
âand sheâs your roommateâ he huffs out a laugh, kissing the bud and you flinch back, legs trembling.
âahâ fuck⌠fuck you.â even with saying that, you open your legs more, waiting and wanting for him to have his fill of you. his fingers, his tongue, his cock was all you could think of most days and you hated yourself for it.
âme and suguru always loved to share our toys. but you just want me all to yourself right? only me, hm? so why not just break up with him?â gojoâs fingers are on your clit but they roam, teasing your slit â almost inside but steadily running up and down, your breathing hitched and shook as you spoke.Â
âwhy not break up with her?â you counter, grinding your hips to his palm. you hated how he always made you fight to get a touch from him.
ânah baby, tell me⌠humor me? make me understand or Iâll stop,â he looks in your eyes, stares deep into them until all you can see is blue surrounding you. âi wonât let you cum.â heâs doing the thing now to tempt youâŚsliding his fingers inside, curves them just well enough that you can taste your orgasm and pull away.
âheâs just âŚâ your throat closes up but he slows his pace, he wants to know the truth⌠the rivalry he and Suguru had was always different, something twisted in his head; best friends but deeper and worse. it wasn't hatred and it wasn't that he even wanted to be him, but he wanted everything that suguru had and it was torture... evident that he was still a child at heart. a selfish needy child.
âhe canât make me cum, okay? especiallyâŚâ youâre gasping. âespecially like you do, satoru. heâs not as big and he just doesnât feel right⌠i..--â
heâs shoving his face into your pussy, slick and saliva sliding down his face as he eats you out. throwing your leg over his shoulder for a better taste. âactually, i donât think i can wait any longer, need to be inside you.â his shirt's on the floor and he's smiling at you, sliding the head of his cock around your slit.
"so why me over her?" you ask, gasping when he settles inside of you and he hisses feeling your tightness around him.
âthis fucking cunt is the reason, so fucking pretty and perfect.â he says, with you squeezing him tight he feels like heâs going to cum, his cock twitching and your juices sliding down his length, sinking himself lower and fucking inside of you hard. youâre swatting his chest, overwhelmed at him hitting a particularly gooey part inside of you. âcâmon baby, i know you can take it for me. you always do, come on.â pressing his hand against your stomach to feel himself inside of you, you both smile. âfucking stuffing you, arenât i?â
he sped up his pace, dragging himself in and out of your pussy so slow that it almost hurt whenever he slipped out and it made you wrap your legs around his waist and to hold him close against your chest. he slips out, slides in and his cock strokes your inner walls at a dangerous pace, his hand on your hip. he moves to kiss your lips and you turn your head, away from him.
âstill wonât let me kiss you? thatâs too far for you, hm? canât be cheating if i havenât kissed those pretty lips, is that what you think?â heâs laughing and it makes your chest hurt a bit at how mean he��s being. âthose pretty lips suck my cock and you dirty those knees for me, but canât kiss me⌠scared youâll fall deeper?â his thrusts are harder and deeper, youâre gasping until he wraps a hand around your throat.Â
he slaps your throbbing cunt, once and watches the clear waterfall of your squirt drip like a faucet with a smirk, tapping the head of his cock on your slap, fascinated at how more comes out. thereâs a smile on his lips as he fucks more of it out of you, rolling his hips enough that it angled his cock to a new position, the tip nudging that spot again and fucking it ever so slightly. your moans breathy and loud, as if you didnât care who heard which made me laugh at you.Â
youâre dizzy and your body is humming, your mind so light that your thoughts are clouded with fantasies that wonât come true; him taking care of you and providing, not even just sex but more⌠your heart is thumping with excitement and awe, a droopy smile touches your lips. âdo you really want me?â you sound far away and muffled, your tongue heavy. âor am I just another conquest for you, saâtoru..â
he sounds close, you can feel his body radiating heat against yours, a laugh on the tip of his tongue: âi never wanted anyone as badly as i want you, suguru has good taste, but i plan on making you mine.â he kisses the palm of your hand, peppering kisses up your arm until heâs at your shoulder, licking up your collarbone. his lips graze yours but he pulls away. âwill you let me kiss you this once?â
âjust this once.â
neither of you hear the bedroom door open, neither of you realize suguru is there, standing there and looking until he laughs. âhere i was trying to be a good boyfriend and bring your favorite snacks since you've been sad all week and hereâs satoru, who comes to see you before he even announces that he made it back from his trip andâŚâ he laughs again, throwing the food on the floor. âand, you were only this sad because he was gone so why am i surprised that youâre fucking him?â
âsugââ you didnât mean to, honestly⌠you regret not ending things but regardless if you did, getting with satoru after being with suguru would only raise the same questions.Â
âno.â heâs leaving, moving fast trying to get out of the door.Â
âplease, suguru just listen.â itâs satoru whoâs talking now and for a moment he does stop, turns around and he scoffs.
âheâll break you, you know that? like he does with all the girls heâs been with.â heâs talking to you, looking over satoruâs shoulder and looking you in your eyes with a deep look of disgust and disappointment. then heâs looking at satoru, âyou make me sick.â heâs huffing away, slamming the door when he leaves.
the permanent weight in your chest subsides and a rush of happiness comes for a split second, you even see satoruâs shoulders slump.
 until your roommate comes in.
no part two.
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