#grow the fuck up and block/move on like people with brains do. block button is free.

[cosmic-ships]

I have an opinion too its called "I blocked the jealous and highly insecure baby"

Have the day you deserve.

[gravidwithlore]

Man cheats on his spouse, gets knocked up, inevitably gets cursed so that he can't give birth until he comes again on the cock that put the baby in there. Problem is the guy is such a slut, he doesn't remember, or even know the name of, who could have knocked him up.

His journey to find and get fucked by his baby daddy gets even harder when he learns he's growing twins. Big twins. He shows up to the divorce proceedings an absolute mess. Between his quest and pregnancy brain, he forgot to buy a new suit and is stuck wearing his pre-pregnancy clothes. His old suit is quickly ruined, pants ripped and shirt buttons popped, which does not win him any favors with the judge at all. His ex smugly looks on as his milk starts coming in right in the middle of the courtroom.

The man hits 2 months past due, and finally gets a lead on who might have filled up his womb with such gigantic twins. He approaches them, his back cramping, belly low and heavy, tits leaking, every cell in his body screaming how desperate he is to push his babies out. It feels like he cums harder than he ever has in his life as his water breaks and contractions grip his body. Finally, finally! He can feel his first babies head move into his birth canal. The pressure on the most sensitive parts of his body and relief of finally being in labor has him cumming over and over again as he pushes out his child bit by bit.

The baby is so big it takes over a day to push the head out and another few hours after that to push out the shoulders. He's barely conscious as the biggest baby he's ever seen is placed, wailing, on his chest. He's enamored with his child and relieved it's all over, at least until he remembers he still has to birth their twin. He tries to enjoy the brief break before contractions begin again and he's back in labor with another gigantic baby. As he waits and waits, his dread grows. The doctor only confirms his suspicions.

His twins are fraternal, not identical. Meaning they weren't split from one egg, but came from two separate eggs. Which means it's entirely possible they were fertilized by two different people. But the doctor also brings him some brand new news as well! He wasn't actually having twins! He's having triplets! His first baby was so big that it blocked his third baby from being detected, but now that that baby is born and greedily suckling from his chest, they can see it clear as day now. And finally some good news! These twins do have the same parent! All he needs to do is find whoever put them there! Again!

(It takes him a long, long time to realize they're his ex's, and his ex won't touch him with a 10 foot pole. Not without seeing him sufficiently suffer for a while at least.)

[sulieykte]

Honestly you and andraga are just so annoying ugly and cringe like stfu

Just kys at this point

Sorry

Honestly anon, I think you need to take several minutes and think about the way you conduct yourself on the internet. I assume you're the same person that's sent hate about Andra to me, her and Lana prior to this message and I'm going to tell you that I actually know exactly who you are and you've given yourself away today. The only reason your account hasn't been immediately blocked is because I want you to see this and get something into your brain that fortunately for society, hasn't finished developing.

I'm a grown woman and I know this is nothing more than silly little words from a young girl that has nothing better to do with her life. I have already laughed this message off and I will move on from it as soon as I post this. But there are people on the internet that might receive a message like this and have a very different response, that might take it personally and think that your words are true, and god forbid they follow through with what you've told them to do.

It might seem cool and edgy right now to tell someone to kill themself but I promise you as you grow older and see the toll mental health can take on a person, you won't think it's such a funny thing to send and you certainly better hope you haven't been a contributing factor in someone's decision to kill themself because that will weigh on you for the rest of your life.

So with peace and love, get the fuck off my blog. I'm sure you know where the block button is, I think you should get get comfortable using it from now instead of acting up like this.

[mysticmjolnir]

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the truly worst part about writing is when you get stuck, or frustrated, and you can't get out of whatever spot you're in with the resources you have at hand, but you have to wait for the resources (inspiration, just some more energy, letting a sentence or a paragraph or a thread percolate in your head long enough that it's either fixed or you're ready to throw it down and move on, the right feedback from a friend that makes your brain ping right) and before you have the strength/energy/courage to just keep going, the frustration sets in. and it builds and it blocks and it chokes and eventually the only thing you can think of when you look at your work is how angry you are that you can't keep going. and you can step away further, let the work rest for a while and hope you find the magic thread that inspires you again and cuts through the boiling negativity eventually, but there's no certainty.

sometimes you CAN force through it and reconnect with the work, but sometimes you can't, and it's nearly impossible to know the difference - if you force it the frustration might only grow and separate you from your creatvity even further. but you might be letting the frustation win, if you just reread it one more time, you might break through! but also if you reread it one more time you might throw your laptop out of the window in rage and swear never to write another word, never subject yourself to this hideous painful ordeal ever again.

it doesn't matter how many words you're written that you were previously happy with, it doesn't matter how many pieces of work you've finished. the clock sets to zero, you've achieved nothing. but also you have a lot of garbage sitting in your document that your fingers itch to eliminate. if it was on paper then ripping it to shreds would feel so good. it would feel much worse afterwards, but in the moment it would be visceral, it would be perfect for an instant. you would like to feel perfect for any amount of time, and if an instant is all that is available then that instant is very very tempting.

you can start a fresh new fic, but the weight of all the ones you want to finish will be bearing down on you, reminding you that why, why, why would this time be different you'll get stuck and give up like all the other times. any time you've finished something was an anomaly, disregard it.

other people might be able to help. but other people might make it wore. it's bad enough relying on yourself to do anything, how could you subject anyone else to trying to be your crutch in these kinds of moments. there's too much poison in your cup, some of it might spill on them. that would be worse than self-desctruction.

you try and remember that "unfinished" is neither an inherently negative word, nor a permanent state. you try and remember that joy without tangible result is still joy. you try and remember that you HAVE finished things, you have shared them and people have liked them and it felt so good to do that. you try and remember that even if you don't have a magic "writing now!" button, that spiralling is the worst thing to do.

but the energy it takes to stop spiralling wipes you out, the hard work of fighting your own mind to stop hurting yourself is exhausting and miserable.

and afterwards you still haven't written what you want, the broken sentence or the muddled paragraph or the empty outline is still there, waiting for you. the black rage turns to bitterness and distain, just a refraction of the negativity rather than a real transformation. you're still black with tar inside, sticky and rotting and unable to move, and afraid of spreading any futher, or contaminating anyone else.

"why is it this hard" is a question that has many answers, but none of them seem to lead you out of the pit. it feels like another trap to endless rumination. also, you do not actually care about the causes. you would just like to be able to fucking write something, other than a rambling indulgent screed about your internal crises.

m'tired.

[lemonjoonah]

The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).  

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour's rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

...

“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

The ears immediately disappear, ducking down behind the barrier. The sound of his hurried footsteps trailing away are followed only by the slamming of a door.

You rush into and through your own house carrying the wilted carrot greens. Exiting out the front, and over to the house next to yours, where you repeatedly press the bell.

The entry whips open on the fourth ring to reveal Jungkook. His face is flushed, beads of sweat racing down his brow, and a shirt that one would normally use to cover their chest, is instead thrown over his shoulder. “Something wrong neighbour?” He asks with a carrot stick in hand. Bringing it to his mouth, he taunts you with a bite and crooked grin.

“Is-is your caretaker home?” You stutter trying your best to swallow your nerves. Concentrating hard on his face, you plead with your eyes not to wander down. That’s exactly what he wants, a reason to put you off your mission, to make you so flustered that you have to walk away. He’s always trying to use his allure against you, and you hate how often he succeeds doing just that...  

“No, he’s at work.”

“When will he be back?”

“Not sure, maybe a week, or two? He’s on a business trip.”

Your gaze falters in it’s determination for a brief second as a drop of sweat descends from his neck to his chest. Holding your breath you watch it’s path, tracing the valleys between his muscles. When Jungkook finally wipes it away your brain catches up and scolds you for your weakness. “And he left you here, alone?”  You ask, while trying to recollect your dignity, reminding yourself of how much grief he has put you through.

“Of course.” Jungkook’s smile grows. “I’m not just some common pet. I know how to behave myself.”

The statement makes your brow twitch, enraging you enough to overcome his tactics. “I know you haven’t been here long, but you should know, people typically don’t like it when someone steals from their yard.” You lecture him, waving the carrot tops in front of his face. “So stop treating my garden like your own personal snack bar!”

“Now why would I take from you? I have plenty of food here, even got another delivery this morning.”  The hybrid kicks at a box next him filled with a vibrant collection of fresh produce and grains.

“I don’t know why. I just know it was you.”

“Prove it.” He prods, while taking the last bite of the vegetable from his hand.

The loud crunching gnaws on your composure, stripping you of any patience you may have had for the hybrid. “This all started when you moved in, and I’ve ruled everything else out!” You shout, but as good as it might feel to finally vent your anger, you feel as though you’re somehow playing into his hand.

“That doesn’t seem like very good evidence. It’s circumstantial at best. If you want to find out who the real culprit is you should have a stake out.”

“A stake out?”

“Yeah, you know, watch over the garden for the night, catch the criminal in the act. I could even help if you’d like.”

You scoff at the ridiculous notion. “You really think I should invite you over to guard my crops?”

“I do, so I’ll come over tonight? Say around seven?” You open your mouth to object, but the rabbit hybrid jumps from one statement to the next casually inviting himself into your own home. “Perfect. See you then.”

“I didn’t-no wait, that was sar-” The door closes between you before you can finish. Leaving you baffled and alone on the doorstep. You ready to knock but stop just before your knuckles hit the wood. Trying again right now is a lost cause, it’ll just play into his game. So why waste your breath when you know it’ll just end the same way? Tonight then, as he suggested, that’s when you’ll be ready to hit him with some hard evidence that he won’t be able to refute.

Admitting defeat for now, you retreat back to your garden to pick the surviving vegetables and contemplate the encounter. You wish your could have just spoken to Jungkook’s caretaker—fuck what was his name again? You’ve only seen the man a couple times since they took the house, but at least he doesn't give you a nervous knot in your stomach, or leave you confused and speechless like his hybrid does.

It’s been three months since they moved in. You were excited at first, to have new neighbours in your almost vacant cul-de-sac. Buyers don’t seem to be interested in the old houses with large lots in your area. Too much work to maintain, and not enough good job prospects to go around. So when you saw the sold sign go up you were beyond thrilled. Greeting the new residents with a fruit basket and a smile.

The rabbit hybrid you now know as Jungkook appeared rather shy at first, you did your best to welcome him. Always greeting him when he was outside, trying to engage him in small chat, but the first time you caught him during his workout everything changed. Until that point you had not considered him as anything but a prospective friend. You were stunned to see him in such a confident state, throwing around his weights like they were nothing. In that moment, with you too nervous to admit that you found him attractive, you became the anxious and blubbering fool in his presence, and he, unfortunately, took note. The once quiet and cute rabbit, became a flirtatious and bratty bunny.

And since then, whenever you would work in your garden he’d be on the other side of the fence grunting and panting. Staying close to the gap in the divider, a missing panel you had yet to replace. On days like today you would often look up from your radishes and accidentally lock eyes with the hybrid, drenched in sweat and showing off his skills.

Out of respect and self preservation you tried your best to not to pay attention, to keep your nose buried in your garden, but as the weeks went by the vegetables under your care started to disappear. The ample crops you tended to in the evening, lessened by morning, with only the refuse remaining to indicate it’s former presence. You didn’t want to point fingers immediately, but today was the final straw, and tonight no matter how hard he tries to distract you, you will find him guilty.

After harvesting the choice crops for the day and watering the rest. You dust yourself off, settling inside and in front of your computer; opening the visitors page for your place of work, the city's greenhouse conservatory. To help promote the centre in the community the staff all take turns writing articles revolving around their own projects or home gardens, and you’re up next in the rotation. You stare at the blank document for several minutes trying your best to concentrate on the task, but you are unable to think of anything other than the mischievous hybrid next door.

Embracing the topic of your aggravation, you start the post off with a title sure to catch the eye of any reader, ‘Garden Thieves.’

‘We’ve all been there, finding a tomato just about to reach its peak ripeness. We give it another day to grow into perfection, only to find it missing later on. In your absence something else has taken it into its own clutches. I myself have been dealing with a vegetable thief for several weeks, so if you are struggling like I am, here are a few things that might help. ’

You proceed to outline several garden pests uploading photos of their damage, along with quick remedies to deter their presence. Netting to block the sparrows, raised beds and fences to keep out most rodents or mammals, and a caffeine solution to stave off slugs.

‘I hope this may help you all in your efforts to keep your plants safe, but I must add a disclaimer. Unfortunately nothing here is completely foolproof. Even if you do follow all of these steps you still might lose some of your crops to a crafty critter. But I wish you the best of luck on all of your backyard battles. I myself plan to face off with my own long-eared menace tonight.’

You finish your post with a smile. Sending it off to your coworker Namjoon to get his approval before you make it public.

He calls a few minutes later, his laughter carrying through the speaker. “That was easily the best article you’ve written all year. You should definitely post it.”

“Thanks.” You chuckle, hitting the submit button. At the very least feeling a bit relieved to have one less task weighing on your mind. “I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I take it you’re still having trouble with that hybrid neighbour of yours?”

“Yeah,” you groan. You’ve complained to Namjoon about the issue several times in the past month. It must have been all too easy for him to read between the lines and see what set you off to create this specific entry.  “But he refuses to admit it was him. It’s like he’s trying to make me question my skills as a gardener and I hate it! I went over to talk to his caretaker but he’s away on business for a couple weeks.”

“He left him alone for that long? What about food?”

“He’s been getting deliveries. By the looks of it, he has a healthier diet than I do.”

Namjoon pauses on the line giving you only a simple, “Huh...” in a long break.

“What?”

“Well it’s just-” A loud buzzing sound erupts through the phone line cutting off his answer. A noise you know to indicate someone is at the back door. “That’s weird. I didn’t think we were supposed to get anything delivered today. No one else is here.... did you have anything scheduled to come in?”

“No.” You double check the calendar sitting on your desk. “I shouldn’t have anything until next Monday.”  

Namjoon puts you on hold while he checks on the reason for the interruption, returning only a minute later. “It’s a delivery all right, but are you sure these aren’t yours? I’m seeing a lot of tropical species on the invoice. Combretum rotundifolium, Heliconia angusta, Myrciaria dubia-”

You mouth a swear as Namjoon carries on with his list. It’s obvious they are indeed the specimens of your expected batch. You're in the process of redesigning one of the tropical habitats. The lead director was adamant that the conservatory host a butterfly exhibition in the next coming year, and in order to support the grandiose endeavour you are required to introduce a vast amount of new flowering species over the next few months. “How many in total?”

“About two dozen. Looking pretty rough from the journey too.”

You’re not surprised by their current state. This summer is already one of the hottest and driest on record, and all the stock you had received this season was excessively wilted and near death because of it. “Do we have any holding houses with humidifiers available?”

“Not at the moment,” There’s a clatter in the background as Namjoon sorts through what must be the slack of clipboards. “But I’ve got the inspection chart here and your last delivery did just finish it’s quarantine. No signs of pests or illness, so they’re clear to plant. That should free up some space for you.”

“That’ll have to do. Thanks for checking.” Standing up from your desk with a sorrowful sigh. You mourn the loss or your afternoon off as you start to dress for a day of hard labour. Throwing on your work-issued overalls over your t-shirt and shorts. Unfortunately you can’t just leave the new stock to sit out under the beating sun. With little humidity outside and no protection they’ll be burnt to a crisp if you delay too long. But the worst part is that your planting staff isn’t scheduled until later in the week, and that volume of work will put you well into the middle of the night before you complete it. “I’ll be in soon to deal with it.”

“That’s a lot of planting to do on your own. I can help if you-”

“I can’t take you away from your trees, isn’t there a bonsai exhibition next week you have to prepare them for?” He’s been agonizing over this showcase for so long you couldn’t possibly inconvenience him now with your own troubles. “It’s fine, really. I’ll call to see if anyone else is willing to come in today.” You hang up letting Namjoon return to his tasks, and work your way down the contacts for the gardening staff as you prepare yourself to leave. Though as expected, all of those who answer have prior commitments and won’t be able to assist.

Grabbing your badge and plans for the updates to the garden you slip back out into the noon-day sun, so strong it’s turned your car into an oven on wheels. You’re just about to pull it into reverse when you spot the blinds shift in your neighbour’s window. Prompting you to recall the plans he had made for tonight.

With all the work you have, it’s doubtful you’ll be back home for seven. You return to Jungkook’s door to give him the news. He has it open before you can even knock, his usual smirk crawling across his face as he greets you.  

“About tonight... something has come up at work and I really don’t know how late I’ll be.”

His ears perk up. “You’re going into the conservatory?”

“Yeah,” you respond, somewhat shocked that he remembered where you work. It’s been a couple months since you mentioned it while introducing yourself to him and his caretaker. “An order came in earlier than expected. I’ll likely be planting all day and night.”

“I can help,” he offers, already stepping out to join you, and locking the door behind him.

“You want to help?”

“Of course, isn’t that the neighbourly thing to do?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t want it or expect it from someone who terrorizes my own garden.”

“Allegedly,” Jungkook corrects. “And wouldn’t you rather have me with you, under your supervision, than here, all alone with only a measly fence between me and your impressive bell pepper harvest?”

“Stay away from my peppers!” You scold, pointing your finger at him. “Even if I wanted to take you, what about your caretaker? Don’t you need his permission to leave and work?”

“He’s never paid attention to my whereabouts before, and it’s not work if you don’t pay me. I’ll just be a volunteer. You have people volunteer all the time right?”

“Yes but-”  

“I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

“Alright, fine.” You finally agree though with a heavy dose of reluctance. Namjoon often brings his own hybrid in so it shouldn’t be a problem. “But if I see you nibble on even a single leaf, you’re coming straight back here.”

“Deal.” He rushes past you straight to your passenger seat and buckles himself in. Practically bouncing with excitement beside you as you pull out and head towards the conservatory.

The minutes pass and you try your best to focus on the road but you’ve never been so close to Jungkook in such a small space. And with his built frame taking up most of the car, he’s hard for you to ignore. His ears folded against the roof and his shoulders so wide they brush repeatedly against yours.

“Ever been to the conservatory before?” You ask, trying to divert your mind from the battle which builds inside you. A wavering war between frustration and attraction, with the former trying it’s best to pin down the latter, a move which only arouses the latter more...

“No, I’ve wanted to go ever since you mentioned it but my caretaker hasn’t had the time.”

“Oh.” A sense of pity joins the ranks of your emotions, nudging at you as you pull into the lot. “Sorry, I didn’t-”

“Why are you sorry?” Jungkook asks in a low whisper, snapping back to his flirtatious behaviours. His mouth turns up at the corner as he leans into you, so close that his drooping ears graze the top of your head.  “Would you have taken me earlier if I had mentioned it?”

“N-no,” you choke out. Placing your hand on his solid chest, you push him back and away. As tempting as his advance might be to accept, you know his forwardness to be nothing more than an act to make a fool of you. Why else would he try to both seduce you, and steal from right under your nose?  “You’re only here today because I am in desperate need of help, and I can’t trust you to be alone.”

...

You lead him through the unoccupied greenhouses. The conservation is closed to the public today (as it is every Monday and Tuesday); which usually allows for some time off, but at least now it’ll give you a chance to work unimpeded by visitors. Your own curated section is located in the most humid of all the houses, set in such a way to mimic the tropical environment you are attempting to represent.

The first stop is the holding house where the carts of new stock wait just outside.  Grabbing an empty trolly you enter and start to load up those that are ready to plant. Jungkook following your actions does the same, easily lifting the heavy planters that you yourself struggle with. “Thanks,” you whisper as he relieves you of a particularly burdensome tree. To which he smiles in return.

After making the switch, by placing the recent delivery in the house for it’s quarantine, you lead him to the supply closet. Where you collect a couple shovels, trowels, and two pairs of gloves. As you continue to scan for anything else you might require, Jungkook pops in behind looking at the shelves with a sense of curiosity. He reaches up and over you to a spray bottle labeled ‘slug repellent.’

“We won’t need that, it’s for the outdoor gardens,” You explain. “It’s just a mixture of ca-”

“Caffeine and water?”

You snap your gaze to him. “How do you know that?”

He bites his lip as a snicker starts to escape. “Just a bit of morning reading. I found an interesting article with that particular tidbit. One which also happened to reference the exploits of a long-eared menace.”

“Y-you read the conservatory blog? You read my post? No one reads that, there can’t have been more than ten views!”

“Which is such a shame.” He goads you. “I’ve found your work to be both informative and comical. You really have me rooting for you in your quest to catch your thief.”

You groan in utter fury. “Why must you be so-so-”

“Handsome? Funny? Caring?”

“Antagonizing!”

“Because you seem to take more notice when I am.” Jungkook answers, with a turn of his heel, his tail poking out from under his shirt as he starts to walk away with the cart. “And I like seeing that perplexed look of yours. Your nose is cute when you scrunch it up like that.”

You remain in the shed, your traitorous heart beating erratically over the fact that he called a part of you cute. While your more sensible side grabs your nose and smooths out the wrinkles he referenced.

“Should we get to work?” He calls out after you. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home and expose that bandit of yours.”

You roll your eyes and follow him out, before taking the lead to your tropical glasshouse. The air sticks to your skin the moment you enter. Jungkook lets out a long exhale behind you tugging on the collar of his shirt. “Is it always like this in here?”

“It’s a bit warmer today, but not by much. Are you already regretting your decision to help?” You tease him.

“Nope,” he answers, slinging a shovel over his shoulder. “Show me where to dig, and I’ll get to it.”

Pulling out your plans for the new exhibit arrangement, you select a couple species placing them on the empty plots of garden as directed, careful to allow for future growth. Jungkook follows behind digging out their new homes faster than at least three of your staff members combined.

You stare at him for a second, unable to believe the pace at which he’s going. “Something wrong?” He asks, pausing to lock eyes with you.

“No, I just didn’t think you’d be so quick at digging.”

“I’m part rabbit, what did you expect?” Jungkook boasts with a chuckle and a raised brow. “I share their strengths. Especially when it comes to burrowing and fu-”      

His words are cut short when a fresh breeze from the outside washes over the both of you, a  sure sign that someone must have entered the greenhouse. Your neighbour goes rigid, his nose lifts into the air and his ears fall back flat against his head. “Jungkook what’s-” Leaping up he closes the gap and grabs you. Tucking you into him with his chin resting on your head, where a  warm and earthy scent envelopes you.  His breaths are quick and deep, causing his chest to rapidly rise and fall against your back.

Namjoon’s voice calls out to you. “... are you in here?”

“Over here!” You yell out in reply, before turning back to the hybrid who still has you locked in his clutches. “What the hell Jungkook? Let me go! Now’s not the time for your games.” Sure it might feel nice to be wrapped in his arms, to get lost amidst his aroma. At any other time you might even consider taking a moment before chastising his boldness. But here? Now? And with Namjoon coming to greet you? No, this is too much.

You try to push him away like you have before, but this time it’s as if he’s set in stone, and not registering you at all. He focuses only on the direction your coworker's voice hailed from. “That scent, he smells like-”

“There you are.” Namjoon interrupts stepping around a flowering bush and into view, looking surprised by your guest. “Oh, hello there.”

The point of Jungkook's chin rubs against your head as he grips you even tighter. Embarrassed and confused by the hybrids embrace. “Jungkook, this is Namjoon.” You introduce your coworker while delivering an elbow to Jungkook’s gut. He finally snaps out of his trace and lets you go though he continues to hover behind. “He works with the bonsai of the conservatory.”

“You must be the neighbour I’ve heard so much about, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Namjoon extends his hand to the hybrid, but Jungkook ignores the gesture, choosing to glare instead, with his nostrils flared and his ears pinned back.

“Jungkook?” You whisper trying to chase him from his mood.

Namjoon gives him a nervous smile. “You probably smell my hybrid, on me don’t you?”

“A hybrid?” Jungkook confirms, his eyes narrowed at Namjoon.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t intend to scare you. I’m sure the scent of a predator, especially a tiger, is a bit of a shock. He’s harmless, I promise.”

“Is Taehyung here?” You ask, hoping to see his affectionate part-feline companion.  

“Nah, he’s with a friend today. I needed to get some work done and he’d be more of a distraction than a help... but it would seem that didn’t stop him from scenting my shirt before I left.” Namjoon explains, and then turns to your neighbour again. “Jungkook would you mind if I borrow her for a second? I need help with one of my tropical species.”

Jungkook gives a solemn nod. For the first time since you’ve known him, he looks frightened, and somewhat hesitant to release you over to your coworker.

Worried by his current disposition, you reassure him with a squeeze on his arm. “Just keep digging where I’ve placed those pots and I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon leads you into the adjacent greenhouse where you can continue to keep watch of Jungkook through the pains of glass. But the instant the doors close between you, Namjoon starts bombarding you with questions. “Why didn’t you tell me? How long has it been going on? ”

You take a step back having been caught off guard. “Tell you what?”

“About you and Jungkook! Is the feuding neighbours just a cover story?” Namjoon’s eyes are wide and hopeful as he carries on, not letting you fit a single word in. “Don’t worry, I won’t inform anyone you're together. I know it’s not easy having a human-hybrid relationship out in the open. But I think you should be careful about going out into public because he’s far too obvious about it.”

“We’re not- we’re not a couple. Why would you think such a thing?”

“Because the way held you, he looked like he was marking you with his own scent. That’s what rabbits do isn’t it? They rub their chins on what they want to claim as their own.”

“They do what?” You ask, stunned by the possibility, before the realism settles back in. It must just be Jungkook’s idea of a joke. “No, that’s not what he’s doing, our connection is nothing remotely like that. Don’t get me wrong he’s very attractive, and he knows it.” You mutter the last part under your breath. “But-”

“But you really are having trouble with him. It's not a cover?”

“You think I would keep something like that from you?” Namjoon over the years has come to be your closest confidant. A good friend and coworker, you would never dream of hiding something like that from him.

“I suppose not.”

“Is that why you brought me back here, to question my relationship status?”

“Not entirely.” Namjoon shakes his head with a small dimpled smile and changes the subject. “I do actually want to get your help with one of my new acquisitions.” He points out an unusual tree on his work bench, much too big for the pot it’s currently situated in. It’s extensive roots spill out over the top and threaten to swallow the pot whole. “A Ficus microcarpa, far from the most sought after species when it comes to reputable bonsai, but I couldn’t pass this one up. It has such good character.”

“What made it grow in such a way?” You examine the plant and it’s container with care, prying between the roots and taking note of cracks starting to form in the terracotta.

“The last owner neglected it for far too long. It sat hidden in the back of a commercial greenhouse, still under the watering and fertilizing system, but since it was confined to such a small space it tried to root it’s way out. If I were to guess, it probably hasn’t seen a new pot for at least five years.”

“It’s a miracle it survived.” You nod impressed by the tree’s determination. “What’s your plan for it?”

“Give it what it wants, let it leach out. I doubt I would be able to pry it out entirely without causing significant damage to the roots that are gripping the sides, so instead I want to put another bellow to catch it and give it the fresh soil and room it needs.” Namjoon lays the tree and pot down on the table, and asks you to hold and support the trunk, while he taps and pokes at the bottom of the vessel with a metal trowel.  Enlarging the cracks, but not breaking the pot fully. It’s a tedious process. The small chunks of clay are removed piece by piece, giving him access to see and free some of the tightly bound roots inside.

While your coworker continues his task, your eyes are free to wonder. You check on Jungkook through the glass, as he kneels in front of the garden bed digging even faster than before.

Namjoon appears to notice your distracted state. “How's he doing?”

“Fine I guess.” You whisper. “He’s acting stranger than usual today though. He stole from my garden again. Invited himself over to my house, then here, and you saw what he did back there.”

“Huh...” Namjoon mutters, trailing off the same way he did on the phone.

“What is this ‘huh’ you keep giving me? You know I don’t like games Namjoon. If you have something you want to say, say it.”

“It’s about what you said earlier, how his caretaker leaves for extended periods of time. Usually if an animal is alone for too long they look for ways to stimulate themselves and resort to their natural instincts, scavenging and such. But he’s a hybrid and therefore part human, so if you were isolated and restricted to your house what would you do?”

“Probably look for the closest person I could find. So he’s acting out in my garden and teasing me, because he’s lonely?”

“I think so.” Namjoon responds as he extracts another root, freeing it from its confines.

“But why?” You ask, worried for the answer to come. “Why wouldn’t he just say something?”

“There could be a number of reasons. He might not understand what he’s doing on a conscious level, or he might be afraid to show any sign of weakness to you or anyone else. Jungkook is part prey animal, and humans are all too often predators.”

“If that’s the case...” You curse yourself for not realizing it sooner. The fury you held for him slowly fades away as you replay every encounter in your mind. He was literally jumping at the chance to spend time with you, to help you with your work, and you were to blind to see it. Your anger over your missing vegetables is so trivial in comparison to what he must have been going through. The loneliness he must have felt, and the inability to admit it, you can’t imagine how he suffered through it alone. “What can I do to help him? I have no legal claim to him Namjoon. What can I do within such limitations?”

He looks down at his work in progress. “The way I see it  you and he, like this small tree, have three options. You could maintain the status quo, leave him be, but how long will he be able to survive like he is? Creeping over the edge but grasping on to nothingness?”

You shake your head vehemently rejecting the idea while Namjoon continues.

“You could report his caretaker for neglect, breaking the container entirely, but that too could be very damaging to him, tearing him away entirely could put him in a state of shock, and in a home that is no better for him, while the legal battle is decided. Or...” Namjoon grabs another container, slightly wider than the one in which the plant is seated. Filling it with substrate he takes the tree clinging to it’s partial pot and places it on top. Pressing the newly freed roots down into the soil.

“You could support him, give him a better home just outside of his own where he can be himself and access what he needs. I personally think it’s your safest option for now.” Namjoon leads over inspecting the bonsai and lowers his voice to an almost inaudible whisper. “Until the day, when it is possible to fully cast the pot aside.”

You nod, though now left to grapple with what you could possibly have to offer the hybrid.  “I’m not sure I would be the best person to care for him.”

“I think Jungkook would disagree. He was already trying to scent you. That to me, implies his desire for something more in the realm of an intimate relationship.” You choke on your breath as Namjoon comes to an additional conclusion. Upon seeing your distress he makes a suggestion. “Of course you could keep it strictly to friendship between the two of you and I’m sure that will improve his situation, but his other needs will need to be met for him to feel completely at home...”

“His other needs? You think he wants to be with me? Intimately?! No! Surely he would have acted differently if that was his intent! He’s done nothing but tease me when he catches me even remotely looking in his direction.”

“So you have been looking at him!” Namjoon taunts you with a massive grin. Apologizing a second later when you proceed to glare at him. “But to answer your question, no, not necessarily. You have to remember most of society deems him a lesser being. He could be feeling a lot of guilt and pressure not to engage with you in that way. Though he might not outright say it, I bet his instincts will continue to shine through. I’ll even prove it to you.” Namjoon takes off a glove and rubs your head. “I bet this rabbit of yours will take less than a minute before he tries to replace the smell of my hand with his own again... trust me.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “I should probably get back to him.” You are just about to step away when your thoughts return to the long neglected plant. “Where do you plan to house that when you’re finished? Ficuses naturally belong in a more tropical location don’t they?”

“They do, especially if I want to give it a better chance. It’s going to need a place far more humid than this space.”

“Was this all your calculated way of guilting me to store it in my greenhouse too?”

“The thought might have crossed my mind.” Namjoon gives you a sly grin.  “But my logic is still sound in regards to Jungkook. He needs someone, he needs a better home... and it would seem he’s chosen you.”

...

You wander back to your greenhouse, still full of doubt. Finding Jungkook to have finished most of the required digging.

“Sorry for leaving you.”

“You-you okay?” He asks, upon seeing the dazed look on your face and then scowling in the direction that Namjoon led you.

“Fine, he just needed help with one of his plants. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t think you’d be affected by the scent of his hybrid, Taehyung is rather sweet though, you’d like him.”

“You trust him then?” Jungkook grumbles as he pierces his shovel into the ground. “You trust Namjoon and his hybrid?”

“Of course, why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it wasn’t just a tiger that I smelled. He’s been around a lot of hybrids. Every scent on him told me to run, all of them put there by dangerous predators.”

“Oh,” you shoot back in surprise. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Taehyung is rather popular, he has a lot of friends and Namjoon often caters them at his place. You don’t need to worry, you're safe here.”

“It’s not myself I’m worried about.”

Jungkook inches closer as you crouch to place the plants in the holes he dug. His nose twitches as he takes a deep breath, his eyes watching while you bury the root ball in the warm soil, firmly securing the trunk of the young tree.

While you are leaning down, Jungkook reaches across to the other side of you. Grabbing the trowel to your right despite the fact that the same tool can be found on his left. The bottom of his chin grazes the top of your head and lingers for a spell. Your heart stops in that moment while questioning his motives. Though Namjoon said he’d do just this, you still can’t be entirely sure that it proves him correct; Jungkook might just not have seen the other option available to him, and he’s never bothered about invading your space. This could be nothing, though there’s a small growing part of you that wants it more and more to be something.

“He’s a good guy,” you promise, returning to the conversation so as to not dwell on his actions. “He even suggested that I should bring you along more often, if you’re interested in spending some of your days here.”

“He did?”

You nod.  A small white lie, but not entirely incorrect, and if it gets him to accept Namjoon easier you’ll all be better for it. “I wouldn’t expect you to work, but you're more than welcome to just hang around. The staff here could always use some company and I’m sure it would beat staying at home alone all day.”

“I would like that. I would like that a lot, but would you want me to keep you company too?”

“If that’s what you want to do.”

“No, I need to know if that’s what you want.” He looks over to you pinning you down in his line of sight.  

“I suppose I would....” You answer and turn your head, unable to bear the nerves that his gaze brings. The both of you fall quiet. Knowing what you know now, being free of your anger for him leaves you vulnerable, open to his persuasion, and now you are no longer certain of how to act. So you start to rely on what has made him comfortable in the past, and interject with a new condition to bring an end to the awkward silence. “As long as you treat this garden better than mine back home.”

Jungkook lets out a long laugh. “I have nothing but the highest respect for your garden.”

...

When planting is finished your clothes are entirely saturated in sweat and your muscles aching from use. It’s hard to believe how much you’ve both done in such a short amount of time. While carting up the supplies, Jungkook’s eyes catch on something behind you. You look around spotting the newly potted bonsai on a back table. Namjoon must have dropped it off while you both were busy.

Looking at it now you can’t help but notice how even the shape of its leaves remind you of the hybrid’s ears, long, pointed, and reaching up to the sky. You consider your friend's words one more time and while Jungkook leans over to inspect the tree. Reaching out to his back, your hand shakes with hesitation before setting down on a spot just below his shoulder. He softens under your touch, a low hum leaving his lips. His attention turns from the plant to you. With your hand still in place, your arm is now wrapped around him, leaving only an inch between the two of you. You stand there fixed and unmoving, but content in the knowledge, that you seem to have left him speechless this time. His eyes darting away from yours, to your lips, your neck, and finally the hand you place upon his chest.  

Only to have the moment broken when you can hear and feel the rumble from his stomach. His nervous laugh follows as he reaches up to scratch behind his ear.

“Hungry?”

He nods in response, his eyes wide as he remains unusually silent.

“Come on, I’ll buy you dinner.” You offer as you turn him around to head to the car.

...

You both settle on a take out spot, and return home to wash up and eat.

After finishing your meal and tearing off your overalls, you both settle down on the hammock in your yard. With Jungkook’s legs long enough to touch the ground, he slowly rocks the seat back and forth.  He’s been near silent since that close moment together. He’s never had a problem with banter and flirtation, but now you’ve come to notice that any attention which can’t be passed off as a joke causes him to flounder.

Laying back in the hammock, both full and content, your eyes threaten to close after the long day as Jungkook continues to sit beside you. The sound of crickets lulling you to sleep. “Keep an eye out for that thief of mine will you?” You may not like games but if it makes him comfortable, and keeps him talking, you’ll continue to play this ruse with him.

“You trust me to keep watch without your supervision?”

“Are you suggesting I shouldn’t?”

“No, it’s just a lot more credit than you usually give me.”

“I think you’ve earned it.” You whisper as you finally drift off.

It feels like only a few minutes of rest before the sun sets and the air turns cool. Jungkook’s chin comes to rest on the top of your head like it did back in the greenhouse. He shifts his weight, burrowing his arms around and behind to cover you as he takes deep breaths. You lean into him seeking the warmth of his chest. No longer restricted by your childish anger to enjoy his company is a welcome relief, you only wish you could relinquish him of any of his own troubles and doubts.  And then, you feel it, a drop of cold rain hitting your neck. The hammock moves again as he adjusts, the back of his fingers running across the damp spot. Another finds your cheek and he wipes that away too, your skin shivering in response.

But when a speck lands your mouth he stops. You wait, a second, then two. Your anticipation grows with face heating up and your chest tightening as you continue to crave his touch. You want him to wipe it away, to touch you, to act on whatever desires he might be keeping. You part your lips with the desperate hope that he will take the hint. Rejoicing when the warm pad of his thumb spreads the drop across the delicate skin.

He comes down on to you, his mouth catching any and all remains of the droplet as he encases your lips. Jungkook places a hand on your neck while the other grabs the ropes of the hammock, his legs straddle your hips. The scattered rain turns to a downpour as he remains fixed to your mouth, even his form isn’t enough to shield you from the current washing down from the sky.

As your hands reach up to his own damp and curling locks entwining your fingers in the strands he moans and nips. But as quickly as it started, so too does it end. When Jungkook snaps up as though jolted from a dream. His ears point back as an apology flows from him. “I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Jungkook,” you call out to him but he ignores you as he tries to detangle himself. When one foot hits the ground. You grab his waist and try again. “Jungkook, you don’t have to be sorry.” But instead of stopping he merely pulls you off and along with him, sending you both to the muddy ground, but this time with you on top of him.

“Are you okay?” He asks the loud pouring of the rain forcing him to raise the volume of his voice.

You chuckle at his concern considering he’s the one flat on his back. “I think I should be asking you that question instead.” You pause as he mirrors your grin. “Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He looks up at you, his brow furrowing. “You did nothing wrong. It was me. I was the one acting on my instincts. I shouldn’t have done that when I know how much you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you...” You explain, trying your best not to be drowned out by the water cascading down. “The things you did might have annoyed me, but I get it now. I’m just sorry it took me so long to notice.”

“Notice what?”

“How fucked up your situation is. For not realizing how alone you must have been. How caged you must have felt. I’ve been so focused on my own little world that I didn’t realize what was happening or why you were acting the way you were. I like you, a lot, but I was too wrapped up in my frustration to say how I felt...”

“It’s not your fault.”

You shake your head. “I am not innocent in this. I should have been paying more attention.”

“Then pay attention to me now.” He begs with his round eyes shining up at you.  

“But in what way? As a neighbour, as a friend, or maybe something more?" Your voice cracks in desperation, trying to find his needs while also hoping they are the same as yours. “Is that why you were always teasing me the way you did? You wanted something more?”

“You really want to know?” Jungkook’s tone is low as it grips on to his every word. “I did it because it was the only thing that could distract me from my incessant need for you. Seeing your reactions and having your attention kept me in check. I’m very different from you and I’m aware it could cause a problem. I wasn’t sure if you could ever fully want me because of that.” He reaches to rub around the base of his ears. “But every day that I looked over I wanted to hold you, to claim you, to take you right here on this very spot. So often I dreamed of jumping the fence and coming for you instead of...”

You smile down at him, noting his near admission. “Instead of?”

“Instead of watching from a distance.” He smirks, catching and narrowly fixing his statement. Pleading guilty only to his longing for you.

“Then do it.” You demand of him.

He groans from his position beneath you. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m not. You weren’t the only one peeking through the fence Jungkook.” Reaching up to your collar you tug off your shirt. He follows your lead with his own to reveal his sculpted chest he’s taunted you with so many times. “I don’t care if we’re different from each other. I don’t care if it causes a problem.” You shift back on his body traveling from your seat near his stomach down to his hips, his clothed dick firm and pressing against you. A moan escapes his lips, confirming that you’ve made your point. “There’s no one else nearby, so if you want me so much that you’re willing to fuck me out here, in the rain and mud-”  

His hands come to grip your waist, and in one swift motion, he lifts you off, maneuvering out from underneath, to fall into place behind you. From there he pushes you down to your hands and knees, his body bent over yours. “You have no idea how much I want to.” He whispers with a kiss to your bare shoulder damp from the rain that continues to pour.

He takes off your bra before his face moves down your back, nose trailing against your skin and pausing at your shorts. Unfastening the button he pulls them down, freeing you of your underwear too before they are both cast aside. “I want to smell you, and taste you.” Jungkook takes in a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your legs, and barring your thighs. He buries his face between your legs, his tongue reaching out to deliver a long lick to your folds pausing after every lap.

Your palms dig into the ground, the cool mud coming to the surface to meet them. You buck against his tongue but the forearm holding you remains firm, sending your squirming downward to bury your elbows in the soggy grass too.

Jungkook chuckles as you inadvertently give him a better angle. From behind you can hear the zipper of his own shorts. Rubbing the head of his cock against your damp folds, he covers it with the slick of your slit, and with a long groan he eases it inside. He’s slow at first, letting you savor the girth and warmth of him. So you start to edge back and forward on his cock. Taking the time to enjoy every inch, along with the sounds that leave him. But when he returns to take control, the first thrust is so powerful, his thighs hit your ass with a loud clap, and every jolt of his hips after, drives you further down each time.

A stuttering groan escapes him as he fills you. Thinking he’s finished you lean forwards and until his cock pulls out, but in response he grabs your waist. Turning you over, back to the ground on top of the discarded clothes and facing him.

He lowers himself pressing his chest against yours. His fingers reach to grab your chin and take a kiss. His cock, despite having come only moments before, is hard once more and poised to enter once again.

“How are you-” You manage to squeeze a few words in the gaps between his kisses as he draws breath. “Ready for more-” Another pass of his tongue. “Already?”

“You have my hybrid traits to thank for that.” He moves to nibble on the side of your throat. “I have more to give you, if you want it.”

You nod unable to emit any noise other than a gasp as his mouth finds a sensitive spot on your neck. His dick forges in again, your slick and his cum dripping out of you as he fills you with himself instead.

You’ve avoided touching him with your own hands as they are patched with mud, but as his thrusts grow more powerful than even before, you’re forced to grab on his arms and chest. Leaving behind streaks of dirt which display the path of your grip. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind though, in fact looks rather encouraged by your touch, and the marks you leave him.

“What a dirty woman you are, and getting me all messy too.” He scoffs while admiring your handiwork. “Can I return the favour?”

“Help me come first and you can do whatever the fuck you want.” You gasp on the brink of your climax.  

His ears perk up and a grin streaks across his face. “Close are you?” He grabs your calf and wraps your leg around his back, the other follows suit and his hand comes to rest on your lower back pushing you up and into him effectively grinding your mount against him.

You gasp and flinch with the sudden pressure, but he holds you firm as your back arches to meet him.

His hips beat on at a rapid pace, a small whimper escapes him as you reach the peak, tipping you over the edge. The chilling rain can in no way can douse the searing heat that spreads through you. You're still gasping when his jaw clamps down hard, his teeth poised upon your skin. The first pulse of his cock comes inside, but on the second he pulls out to splatter your chest and stomach with the rest. His hand comes to clutch his shaft, spilling more out and on to you with each stroke.

After every remaining drop has been cast on you he smiles, dragging his fingers across the rain drenched mess of mud and cum on your skin. “Never thought I’d ever see you so thoroughly soiled.”

You giggle at his remarks through your deep breaths. “And now that you do, what do you think?”

“I think it suits you, the dirt, the rain, and me...” He lowers himself down onto you, with his head now resting upon your shoulder. “It’s too bad though. Now I just want more, but we’re both far too filthy to carry on like this.”  

You turn to whisper at the base of his ear. “Who says we can’t continue in the shower...”

...

You wake early the next morning with the sun spilling into the room, lighting up your bed, and the hybrid sleeping next to you. His ears and nose twitching as he continues to rest. Slipping out from the covers, and into a set of clean gardening clothes, you exit the room with as little sound as possible.

On the tile floor of your hall, muddy footprints trail from your backdoor to your bathroom.  A smile pulls at your lips as you recall the events which brought them there. Jungkook had been so excited to keep going he picked you up and rushed you inside.

The feeling from the warm water and hands in contrast to the cool rain was enough to bring back the waves of pleasure. He was so thorough in washing you down, you might have to ask him to join you for another this morning and repay the favour.  

Outside in the garden you find all your harvest from the day before present and untouched. You’re pleased by this new development, but it’s not the fact that your crops are intact which makes you happy, it’s the comfort in knowing that Jungkook didn’t feel the need to take them.

A few minutes later the hybrid in question comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling with him a blanket he took from the bed to cover the both of you. “Morning.” He mumbles, as his nose finds the crook of your neck where he exhales with a deep and relaxed sigh.

“Morning.” You respond, enjoying the tickle of his breath before you turn around to better see him. “It seems the thief didn’t strike last night. ”

“I guess they found a new garden to plunder and devour?” Jungkook suggests, giving you a sly grin, before he opens his mouth again. It’s easy to see that he’s getting ready to confess, his face shifts to a stern expression as he looks down at the ground, the guilt weighing heavily upon his brow. Placing your index to his lips you stop him. No longer needing to hear those words of admission, you offer a new proposal instead.

“Maybe, but that was just one night. The thief might still come back. So if it’s alright with you I would like you to stay here. Until we can be sure they won’t return.”

Jungkook lets out a satisfied chuckle, pushing aside your finger and pulling you tighter into his warm embrace. “You’re right, I suppose it would be safer if I stayed.” His lips plant a kiss on the top of your head where he then rests his chin. “A temptation as enticing as this, shouldn’t be left alone and unattended.”

...

[solarune]

good for me

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, humor

warnings: hickeys, groping, thigh grinding, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, dom/sub themes, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, praise kink, profanity

word count: 2,354

a/n: w korea jaehyun haunts me to this day so here's a little something i wrote. hello, it's been a while! hopefully my next fic won't take me months to upload. being an adult is hard. also i think this is my first? smut fic on this blog? i don't think smut is something i will write often but it's still something i want to practice so lmk what you think!

MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST, THIS IS STRICTLY 18+ CONTENT. IF I SEE THAT YOU HAVE LIKED AND/OR REBLOGGED THIS POST AND ARE A MINOR, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

“We’re going to get caught!” you hiss as your boyfriend tugs you towards a supply closet far away from the rest of the crew.

“Not if you’re quiet,” Jaehyun winks while giving your hand a squeeze. He chuckles when you narrow your eyes at him, not at all amused by his teasing. You really were not in the mood to get scolded by not only the SM staff but the W Korea staff as well today, especially because you’re there as your boyfriend’s guest. His hand rests on the door knob as he turns to look at you. “Come on, babe, we’re not going to do anything too bad. I just want to kiss you a bit!”

“In a closet?” you scoff.

“In privacy,” he corrects you.

While the logical part of you is not at all swayed by his barely-there argument, the part of you that couldn’t keep your eyes off of Jaehyun during the first half of the photoshoot is screaming at you to run your hands all over him. And who could blame you, really? With his shirt left unbuttoned and toned body oiled up and on display, it took every ounce of self-control that you had to not jump his bones as soon as the photographer called for a break. You want to remain professional and maintain a good first impression for these people, but it seems that Jaehyun, ever observant over the slightest change in your behavior, knew exactly what you were thinking.

A huff leaves your lips. You really need to learn how to say no to him. “Kissing only.”

You barely have time to blink before Jaehyun is pulling you into the supply closet, the cramped space forcing you to press your body up against his. That and the fact that Jaehyun himself is pushing you up against the wall, his hands already beginning to roam. “Make sure you remind yourself of that too, yeah babe?” he smirks as a hand reaches up to trail lightly along your jaw. “I’m not the only one that gets carried away. It takes two to tango.”

He firmly presses his lips against yours and you have to stop the moan that you can feel crawling up your throat. You can feel your lust for your boyfriend growing but you just run your fingers through his hair and continue kissing him, determined to not be the one that gives in this time. Your bottom lip is caught between his teeth before he pulls away to look into your eyes while a soft whine leaves your mouth. Jaehyun’s hold on you tightens and you feel the way his hips slightly jolt against you from the sound you make.

“Fuck baby, don’t do this to me,” he whispers as he leans forward to trail kisses down your neck. “I saw the way you were looking at me before, you want me just as bad as I want you right now.”

“Jae…” you sigh, head tilting to the side to make it easier for him to lick and bite at your neck. Your hands slide down his shoulders to grip his biceps, squeezing when he makes it down to your collar bones. The room is starting to feel quite warm and you know that Jaehyun’s got you right where he wants you, he knows exactly how to make your resolve crumble in seconds. “I said kissing only.”

Jaehyun chuckles darkly against your skin, a hand coming down on your ass to give you a light slap at your weak argument and the tremble in your voice that even you could hear. “I am kissing you. You should’ve been more specific.”

“You’re so annoying,” you hiss, fingers bunching up the fabric of his silk shirt. We should stop, we’re going to get caught. We shouldn’t be doing this, Jaehyun will- Another moan escapes your lips when your boyfriend’s thigh nudges your own legs apart to press up against you, the pressure causing pleasure to course through your veins. It’s like your body has a mind of its own as your hips jolt and begin to grind down on Jaehyun, your hands pressed up against his bare torso while your nails leave faint red lines on his skin. Every sensible thought disappears from your brain as you let your lust take over, Jaehyun’s tight grip on your body and teeth on your skin making you fall apart even faster.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums and you can feel the smirk against your throat. His tone is so cocky that in any other situation, it would make you scoff but now, it just causes your heart to beat faster. “You like that, right? You like grinding that pretty pussy on my thigh?”

“Feels so good, Jae,” you sigh, the back of your head hitting the wall particularly hard when you lean back and making you flinch. Jaehyun bursts out laughing as you clutch the back of your head and you have to slap your hands over his mouth to get him to stop, the two of you holding your breaths when you hear some of the staff shuffling around outside of the closet. Their voices eventually fade, along with their footsteps, and you count to 30 before finally giving Jaehyun a pointed look. “Dumbass, we’re supposed to be quiet, remember?”

“Remember those words when I make you cum, sweetheart.” Jaehyun’s hands slide down to your hips to get you to start moving against him again, whimpers leaving your mouth as he flexes the muscles of his leg beneath you. “Fuck baby, you’re making me so fucking hard. I want you so bad right now.”

“Want your cock, Jae.” Your breaths are coming out in pants while you grind against him and you can already feel that your underwear is soaked through with your desire for him. A hand reaches out to stroke his cock through his pants and the corners of your lips turn up when he chokes at your touch. “Want it in my mouth, wanna taste you. Please?”

Jaehyun’s lips press against yours as he lowers his leg down. But just as you wrap your arms around his neck when he deepens the kiss, you feel a hand slide down your front and you have to hold back a yelp when you feel him begin to rub at your clit through your pants. You pinch his side when he teasingly bites your lower lip and when he pulls away, you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes even in the dark.

He hums as if he’s really debating on whether or not he’ll let you suck his dick and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. If he saw that, he would probably say no just to punish you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he concedes with a sweet smile.

Your hands trail down his thighs as you sink down to your knees, Jaehyun’s teeth biting down on his lower lip as you unbutton his pants. Or at least attempt to. The darkness paired with what feels like a billion buttons and zippers on your boyfriend’s pants almost makes you give up. You let out a huff as your hands go back to your boyfriend’s thighs and you look up at him with a pleading look on your face that you hope he can see.

“Stupid,” Jaehyun chuckles as his fingers brush against yours, undoing his pants and even pulling them down his thighs for you. “Think you can handle taking off my boxers or do I need to do that for you too?”

You snort in response as you smack his bare thigh. “Back in my day, pants had one button and a zipper. Modern fashion is too complicated for me now.”

Your hands ghost over Jaehyun’s covered cock and you have to hold back a smirk when he shudders at the light touch. You kiss him through the fabric, even sticking your tongue out to kitten lick at him, before his boxers make their way down his thighs as well. He feels warm and heavy in your hand and when you take the tip into your mouth, the taste of his pre-cum is enough to drive you insane. You force him deeper into your mouth, inhaling deeply through your nose as you continue until he hits the back of your throat. His hand tangles in your hair when it happens, fingers pulling at the strands as he groans. Pulling back with gasp, you begin to pump him with one hand while your mouth travels down to his balls, humming and sucking while Jaehyun whimpers and whines above you. You wouldn’t be surprised if you soaked through your panties enough to get even your pants wet, Jaehyun’s whispered cursing and groaning going straight to your pussy.

Jaehyun’s hips buck and you have to fight back the gag that you feel coming on, the sudden brush of his tip against the back of your throat surprising you. Looking up at him, you place your hands on his thighs and keep your head still, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with you. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes that you can see even in the darkness as he begins to shallowly thrust, one of his thumbs coming up to wipe away the tears that are already falling down your face.

“You’re just my perfect little cockslut, aren’t you, baby?” he coos as he strokes the side of your face. “My pretty girl, always so good for me.” He pulls out of your mouth completely to let you breathe for a few seconds and you hurriedly wipe away the remaining drool and tears that trailed down your neck. You nod eagerly at his words, eyes never leaving his cock as you watch him stroke himself. Your mouth begins to water at the thought of having him fuck your throat, teeth catching your bottom lip as you squirm in your spot on the floor.

“What’s going on in the pretty head of yours, huh?” Jaehyun asks, his question ending in a groan as he squeezes the base of his cock. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck my mouth.” You feel your face burn at the vulgar demand but the look that your boyfriend gives you makes your stomach flip. So you muster the sweetest smile that you can to try to hide the eagerness you feel and tack on a, “Please?”

Jaehyun slips his thumb into your mouth and his lips part at the same time yours do, his tongue poking into his cheek as you suck and lick his finger. “Of course I can, sweetheart,” he answers, the cooing of his voice contradictory to the dark look in his eyes. “You gonna swallow all my cum too? Take everything I give you like a good girl?” Jaehyun begins stroking his cock once more as he angles it so that the tip brushes against your lips, laughing when you nod and stick your tongue out to lick at the head. “Of course you are. Because you love my cock that much, right?”

Before you have the chance to nod in agreement, Jaehyun shoves himself into your mouth, his thrusts already starting off hard and fast. You remind yourself to breathe deeply through your nose, the tight grip you have on his thighs keeping you focused and grounded as you try to keep up with his harsh pace. Every thrust sends him to the back of your throat and even though you can feel your jaw beginning to ache, your pussy is starting to ache even more, the thought of him fucking you this roughly making you drool. You really are a slut for your boyfriend.

“Fuck- ‘m close, baby,” Jaehyun groans as he tugs at your hair. “Your mouth is so warm and wet. But I bet your pussy is even better, can’t wait to feel it around me- fuck.”

You reach up to massage his balls and when you feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s only seconds away from falling apart. So you dig your nails into his thighs and leave red lines on his skin, a smirk appearing on your face even with your mouth stuffed full. Above you, Jaehyun pants and whines out your name as he spills into you, shuddering as your tongue swirls around him. His grip on your hair loosens until his hand is gone altogether and he watches as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of his cum connecting your lips to his shaft. Your eyes close as you savor Jaehyun’s taste, gathering any cum that spilled out onto your thumb before placing it on your tongue.

Hands wrap around your upper arms and your eyes fly open as Jaehyun pulls you up and pushes you against the wall before shoving his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the taste of himself on you and you gasp when one of his hands comes down to smack your ass. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he moans and you swear your knees almost buckle from how fucked out he sounds. “You did such a good job so I think I should return the favor, hm?”

You watch as Jaehyun gets down on his knees in front of you but before he can even unbutton your pants, there’s a loud bang on the door, causing the both of you to jump. Your heart is beating so hard that you swear you can hear it, and you don’t even notice that you had grabbed your boyfriend’s hand as a familiar voice calls out his name from the other side of the door.

“Jaehyun! (Y/N)! Are you guys done being gross yet?” Johnny yells, and you know that he’s doing it to both embarrass you in front of everyone and to make sure you can hear him. “Our lunch break has been over for 15 minutes, you’re keeping everyone waiting! We’re going to be leaving in two hours, you couldn’t have lasted until we got home? Get out here!”

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 5

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 5

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and light smut.

Words: ~2000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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You didn’t grow up with hugs, so you never really understood the big deal about them. Nothing irritated you more than when acquaintances wanted to hug you. Over the years you’d learned to accept it and go with the flow but intimate gestures from people you barely knew made you uncomfortable. The only time you didn’t mind being hugged was by Davina and even then she was careful not to overdo it. But right now, with Billy’s arms locked around you, you pressed up against him, he felt so good, so solid, you never wanted to leave his embrace. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so cherished, and the fact that it was Billy – you didn’t want to think about what that meant.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his shoulders, simply breathing him in.

At first the comfort Billy provided was enough to distract you from what happened today, but then you were suddenly struck by the memory of Adam pointing his gun at you. Thanks to your father’s outbursts you learned a long time ago to stay calm in hostile situations, and that skill came in handy this morning. While Adam spewed hatred at you and accused you of destroying his life, you kept him preoccupied and talking until the cops came up and managed to haul him away. But once the danger subsided, all of that unleashed fear came back with a vengeance and you hadn’t been able to shake it off since then. Shopping, and then Billy’s unexpected arrival, had provided a temporary distraction but it was still lingering in you, threatening to engulf you at any moment.

Your fingers trailed up Billy’s back. One hand cradled the nape of his neck while the other reached up to play with his hair. He was so tall you had to stand on your tip-toes to run your fingers through his silky strands. You dropped a soft kiss on his chest, over his sweater, then on his skin as your lips dragged up to the base of his throat. His hands caressed languidly down your back, and you groaned when he squeezed your ass. Your hips ground into his, needing more from him than he was giving.

Adam’s face flashed through your mind, his sheer hatred of you stamped across his angry features. Your chest felt constricted, like you couldn’t breathe.

Before you could change your mind, you reached up to kiss Billy.

Every thought in your head instantly dissipated.

You’d forgotten what it felt like to have his mouth devour yours, hot and wild and reckless, tongue on tongue, tongue against teeth, nothing about it soft or tender but simple, pure assault on your senses. He didn’t just kiss with his mouth, he kissed with his whole being, every movement of his reverberating throughout your body. Even something innocuous like his fingers fisting your hair heightened your desires, making you more frantic.

Usually he was very much in sync with what you wanted, he could read when you were in the mood for slow and sensuous, or when you wanted to be fucked hard and rough, and he always delivered. But today he seemed to want to take his time even though you kept pushing for more. Charging forward, you trapped him against the wall behind, kissing him ferociously while your hands rushed to the buttons on his jeans. As you tried to undo them your fingers shook violently, frustrating you so badly that you tore your mouth away from his just so you could focus on ripping them off.

“Y/N,” he groaned, panting.

You didn’t look at him, too busy unzipping his jeans.

“Y/N, slow down…”

Your fingers delved beneath his boxers to palm his cock. You missed the feel of him, the touch of him, how slick he felt in your hands when he was hard. Before Billy you never thought cocks were beautiful but his was thick, long and divine, made to give you the most incredible of pleasures. Your mouth and pussy thirsted for him-  

Abruptly, Billy grabbed your shoulders and forced you to back off.

Caught up in passion, your brain scrambled to figure out why he was no longer touching you. Breaths labored, you stared up at him, confused, as he pulled up his jeans. Before you could catch your breath he was whirling you around, forcing you against the wall, gripping your wrists tightly over your head. His penetrating eyes bore into you, like he could see right through you or something, and the thought scared you. Leaning forward you tried to kiss him but he angled back, rejecting your attempts.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Just stop. Okay?”

“I thought you wanted this.”

“I do but-”

“Isn’t this why you showed up here?”

“Look, you’re messed up right now.”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, struggling to release your arms from his grip. “I want this, ok? I want you. Let me show you. Let me fuck you.”

He focused on you closely, his eyes dark and stormy, before he finally loosened his grasp. When you moved to cradle his face, he retreated back. Forget kissing you, he didn’t even touch you. Instead, he knelt down to pick up your robe from the ground and cover you with it. That’s when you noticed you were naked. You hadn’t even realized your robe had slipped off.

You were naked and desperately throwing yourself at him and he was purposely rejecting you. It felt like a slap in the face. You were mortified.

Pushing him away you tightened the robe around you and tried to sidestep past him. Except he blocked your path.

You tried again, he did the same.

“What?” You snarled, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were embarrassed as hell but you’d die before telling him that.  

He tilted your chin, forcing you meet his stare. In turn, you glared at him.

“Sex isn’t going to make you forget what happened this morning,” he said softly.

“Maybe I just wanted to feel something good.”

“Doesn’t last long. Then you’re stuck feeling shitty again.”

You were tired of his sanctimonious bullshit. He of all people shouldn’t have been lecturing you on using sex as a distraction. “Like you’ve never used me for sex?”

“Fine, yeah, I have. And I don’t want to be used in the same way.”

“You’re such a hypocrite!”

“I don’t want you to regret being with me.”

The intensity in his eyes was spellbinding, piercing you right through to the core. You trembled when he brushed your cheek with his fingers, your heart pounding. Throughout your time together, you’d studied and learned many of his expressions and nuances. The excited bounce in his movements when Anvil booked a new client, the underlying bitterness in his words on those days he’d gone to visit his mother, how dark and glossy his eyes shined when he was about to come. But the way he was watching you now – this was new to you. This was dangerous territory. The last thing you wanted was to get caught up in Billy Russo again.

You wrenched his hand away. “If I have regrets, I wouldn’t bother you with them.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Anyway, I told you yesterday. If we have sex again, I’d see it as closure.”

The shift in his eyes was instant. A second ago there had been warmth in his gaze, now there was only disdain. “So you can move on?”  

“Not just me. You too.”

Molten eyes narrowed into slits. “Maybe I don’t want to move on.”

“What does that even mean?”

His jaw was clenched, his mouth set in a hard line. “Why do you have to make this so complicated? Why can’t we just go back to how things were?”

“I threw myself at you five minutes ago and you rejected me! And now you’re telling me you want to keep sleeping together?” You massaged your temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Are you purposely trying to fuck with my head?”

The sound of your phone vibrating loudly against the coffee table drew your attention. You marched over to see who was calling. Spotting Roger’s name, you tensed immediately. Why would he be calling you late at night unless it was to tell you Adam was being released? Your heart started pounding as you picked up the call. “Hey, Roger. What’s up?”

Billy snickered beside you and you cast him a dirty glance, turning away from him.

“How are you holding up? I was worried about you, I wanted to check in.”

You breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t calling with news about Adam. “I’m fine.”

“I received an email from HR. They said you refused an appointment with the therapist?”

“I don’t need to talk to anyone,” you insisted. You’d tried the therapy route years ago and found it to be a waste of time.

“Unfortunately, it’s not optional. You know how it is. Insurance. Liability. All of that. We just need to make sure you’re okay.”

You exhaled a resigned sigh, rubbing the side of your head again. Today was not your day. “Fine. I’ll make an appointment.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He cleared his throat. “And if you need to talk to me, I’m also here.”

“Thank you for the offer but I’m alright.”

“How about we meet for dinner tomorrow?  I want to run some ideas by you about the expansion.”

You groaned internally. You had a stack of work you needed to do and you were hoping to catch up on it this weekend, but turning down a work dinner with your boss wasn’t a smart idea. “Sure. Tomorrow night sounds good.”

“Any preferences?”

“How about Piatti’s?”

“You love that place, don’t you?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, it’s one of my faves.”

“I’ll make reservations for 7pm. See you then.”

“Yeah. Thanks for checking in, Roger.” You hung up and put the phone back on the coffee table.

“Yeah, Roger, thanks for checking in.”

Hearing Billy imitating your voice, you turned around to find him balanced against the edge of the sofa arm, his long legs sprawled in front of him. Arms crossed, he was staring at you with a stern expression. “Isn’t that sweet? First his negligence almost gets you killed, and then he checks in to play the hero.”

You frowned at him. If he was anyone else, you would have thought they were jealous – but you knew Billy didn’t feel that way about you.

His lips twisted into a sneer. “And of course you eat it all up. Because he’s such a fucking sweetheart.”

“What is your problem with him? He’s a nice guy, and he was actually really great with me today.”

“I bet.” Billy’s voice was laced with hostility. “Nice. Sweet. He’s checking of all the right boxes, isn’t he? But can loverboy get you wet? Would he even know how to make you come?”

You finally snapped. “Are you jealous or something?”

Silence hung in the air as he simply stared at you, his jaw ticking. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my fucking girlfriend.”

His words may have hurt, but they also served as a cruel reminder of why you needed to walk away. “That’s right. I’m not. So this thing you’re doing…” You wagged you index finger back and forth between you and Billy. “This interrogation stops now. I don’t answer to you. Who I’m seeing, who I’m fucking, who I’m interested in, it’s none of your business. So stay out of my life and I’ll stay out of yours.”

He stood up to his full height, probably trying to intimidate you. However you held firm, leveling him with a heated glare as he closed the distance between you. His eyes were cold, contempt etched on his face. “Bring the vibrator on your date night with Roger. Probably only way he can get you off.”

“Fuck you, Billy!”

“Not interested, sweetheart,” he snarked back, walking past you.

When you heard the door shut a few seconds later, you walked over to lock it.

You spent the rest of the evening trying to distract yourself from the warring thoughts in your head. When it wasn’t Adam’s face haunting you, it was Billy mocking you. You tried watching a movie but that did nothing. You attempted working next, but you couldn’t focus. Eventually you realized there was only one thing you could do to lessen the fear. You needed to get ahead of it. Adam may have been angry and unhinged, but he came from a powerful family. Even if he couldn’t be controlled, they could be. So you did what you always did to protect yourself. You started acquiring information you could use as leverage against your enemies.

Part 6

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[well-its-not-human-anymore]

I’m obsessed with the idea of having a soulmate that is perfectly made for you! Could you do something with Donnie x reader who is so eccentric and free spirited but they have words of the first thing their soulmates will say to them and they end up being soulmates? If that makes sense lol :). If you get confused I give you 100% free liberty to do anything you want! Thank you so much 🥰🥰

Ooohh I love this and made my brain crack out on it 😁😁😁 Hope you love it!!!

TMNT Oneshot's

Donnie's gotta soulmate

‘What is a soulmate?’ is probably the most searched question on the internet since the internet became a thing. And there is genuine curiosity surrounding that question, much like the purpose of life, it goes relatively unanswered and because of this people regard the idea of soulmates as something inherently evil. Something other. Since childhood you’ve found both this concept and its theories rather hilarious, you figure that if the universe wanted to fuck us over it would just throw a meteor at us and start over. A little Big Bang 2.0 if you will.

Some people are so ridiculously afraid of the concept of another half that they marry someone who is most definitely not their intended. Your parents are some of those people. Your parents are also the reason that you moved out of the house the second you saw a chance for freedom. Now you’ll admit, living in an upscale college dorm is not at all where you thought you’d be at this point in your life, but you’re not entirely mad about it. The debt isn't too bad and the city is beautiful, maybe not to the locals, but when you grow up in rural Minnesota, the big city is sure to impress.

Perhaps your favorite part was that no one thought you were weird whenever you went about your normal life, while chucking frozen peas at ducks would have earned you more than a few stares back home, here passerby simply looked on. Weirder things had happened in New York after all.

You figured that out the hard way.

The walk back to your dorm after a 9pm class always landed you in the same spot, the shitty apartment building rooftop. It was a genuine wonder that you hadn’t been kidnapped or murdered yet. But sitting there just made you feel so centered, so at home, like the sky would descend to wrap you in a cosmic hug. The glow of the streetlights distracted you from the sunset and the noise of the bustling city below made you oblivious to the enormous figure making its way towards you.

Donnie was so fucking DONE with this toaster. It didn’t matter how many times he fixed it or added a new wire or panel, the damn thing just wouldn’t stay fixed. It was one of the few things he’d ever given up on, and it was pissing him off on a whole new level. Not a level that Leo or Splinter would’ve liked, of course, because it was this level of complete and total ‘fuck this bullshit’ that sent him storming right past a civilian minding their own business and smashing the toaster down into the darkness of the alleyway.

His heart didn’t just skip a beat when he noticed you there. It went full tilt like a child jazzed up on mountain dew dancing to Cotton Eye Joe. Donnie feared that if it beat any faster it would vibrate into the next dimensional plane and disappear forever. It sure felt like that would be his end. Your eyes had locked and it became a staring contest between himself and you, both open-mouthed and panicking.

Ever have that habit of saying the absolute dumbest shit when you’re panicked?

“If this is my life then God is gonna be an imperialist piñata in a hot fucking minute.”

The answer is yes.

Luckily for you the universe chose very well.

“He can join my toaster if you want. I’ve got no objections.”

Silence was your only companion as you both watched the words just spoken scrawl across your forearms like ink from a quill, all you could do was stare in disbelief. Donnie felt like he was on the verge of catastrophic heart failure when you finally spoke again.

“You know it’s not the shell that pisses me off, I just wish I said something way cooler.”

The purple clad turtle in question sighed in return, “How do you think I feel?”

Oh how you loved it when people gave you openings for bad jokes.

“Probably a lot like that toaster.”

An audible groan sent you into a fit of laughter and you had to cover your mouth to reign yourself in before what remained of your common sense flew away forever. Donnie was analyzing you now, the shock still hadn’t worn off but his heart rate had slowed enough for him to finally look you over, he wasn’t shocked at your appearance, just that you were definitely human. You were having the same thoughts as he was, just slightly altered.

“Soooo quick question?”

He broke his gaze and tilted his head at you.

“Are you a turtle or a tortoise? Or... neither?”

It was his turn to smile and he even snorted a little in pure amusement, grateful that you hadn’t said something else.

“Technically I’m a terrapin.”

Your grin could’ve lit up the whole block, you shuffled to your feet and dusted yourself off, offering him your hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

His hand was massive in yours.

“Shocking to meet you, I’m Donatello.”

That brilliant smile turned mischievous.

“Oh I’ve got so many bad jokes that I’m not gonna make.”

Guess who just learned how to use the Keep Reading button???? Yes I am as proud of myself as I sound 😁🧡

Enjoy!

-Mars 🌠

[nighthaikyuu]

heartbreak hours

— synopsis: various scenarios of heartbreak between y/n and haikyuu boys 

— characters included: kuroo, timeskip!oikawa, ushijima, timeskip!atsumu, 

— genres: angst angst angst!

kuroo

watching your best friend who you are in love with, fall in love w someone else

you wouldn’t wish this upon anyone else. 

even your worst enemy. 

you stood there by the gates, biting back the tears that threatened to spill as kenma beside you gave you a look of pity, knowing well that you were trying to put on the bravest face you possibly could. 

you didn’t know how kuroo kept breaking your heart; after what seemed like months, you thought there had been nothing left to break. but clearly that wasn’t the case as you felt the sharp ache in your chest return, watching as his face flushed deeply, leaning in towards the girl who stood in front of him. 

the first time was unlike no other; your body went completely still, the rush of your blood drumming in your ears as your brain slowly comprehended the words that came out of kuroo’s mouth. 

“so guys...remember mina? we did that chem project together? well, I think I kinda like her...” 

eyes widening, your gaze snapped up from your phone to kuroo’s face and oh did you regret it almost immediately. rubbing the back of his neck, he gave you a lopsided grin as a soft blush spread across the boy’s cheeks, a completely rare sight for someone who always appeared so cocky and confident. 

you wondered how kuroo didn’t notice then. just how the light completely left your eyes. just how your face went ghost white, hands trembling at your sides as you sat there, heart shattering piece by piece. 

months later and there you were, an empty shell of who you once used to be. days and weeks went by hearing about mina this! mina that! and every time you listened, despite each word only shoving the knife deeper and deeper into your already bleeding heart. 

but you were tired. 

turning around, you let the tears fall freely, choking back a sob. you felt Kenma’s hand on your back, patting you in soft reassurance yet you only cried harder. 

“w-why couldn’t it have been me?”

oikawa

watching yourself grow distant with your s/o

slowly stirring your coffee with one hand, you stared outside the window as you watched the snow peacefully fall from the sky. bringing the cup to your mouth, you blew gently before taking a small sip, the sweet liquid tricking down your throat. 

a soft ding! broke your trance, your eyes falling on your phone beside you. 

[oikawa_tooru just posted a photo]

pressing your finger to the home button, you click the notification as instagram pulls up. within seconds you were met with a smiling oikawa, his arms wrapped around his teammates as they appeared to be at the beach. looking at the location tag, you realized he was in Brazil. 

what used to bring a soft smile to your face as you’d take in the love of you life, instead you felt a deep sadness wash over you, lips tugging into a frown. 

he hadn’t told you he was going to Brazil. 

clicking the lock button, you turned your phone face down before turning your attention back towards the window as you continued to stare emptily at the streets and the people who inhabited them. 

a certain couple caught your eye. both of them wearing their school uniforms, one you immediately recognized as aoba johsai’s, you watched as they walked hand-in-hand, the girl laughing at something the boy had said. stopping in front of the bus stop, the boy suddenly unwrapped the scarf around his neck before turning to his girlfriend and placing it around hers. face flushing, she looked away shyly before giving him an embarrassed smile, her mouth mouthing a warm thank you. 

tears pricked the corners of your eyes. you wanted to look away, look away from the scene that unfolded before you that so achingly felt familiar; the way their eyes sparkled, fingertips within constant grasp, cheeks a soft flush of red. 

before you knew it, a certain wetness washed over your cheeks as your chest tightened. blinking, you felt the tears escape your eyes as you sat there, still and unmoving. 

by the time you took another sip of your coffee, it had gotten too cold. 

you almost let out a bitter laugh. 

oh, how metaphorical. 

you and oikawa loved like fire. every single second of every single day was filled with so much love, that literally nothing would be able to put it out. 

until he decided to go to argentina. 

the devil in you didn’t want him to go. you wanted him here, to yourself, by your side. but you could never do that to him. so you told him to go for it, you told him you’d be here waiting and supporting him. 

and so he did. 

the both of you tried. but with your studies and his practice, plus the time difference and a million other uncalculated things, daily phone calls became weekly, weekly facetimes became monthly, and coming back home suddenly didn’t seem like it was going to happen. 

and just like that, with nobody to tend to the weakening fire, the heat sizzled out, replaced with a coldness like no other. 

you placed the cup back down, your grip tightening as the bitter taste of the coffee stung your throat. turning back to look at your phone, you reached out to grab it, barely noticing the way your hands shook as they did so. 

pulling up your messages, before you knew it, your fingers began typing a message you knew was long coming. 

[6:27] you: hey tooru, we need to talk. 

ushijima

watching your s/o fall out of love with you

looking down at you shoes, it took every bit of strength in you not to cry. 

turning around, hands trembling at your sides, you simply nodded before weakly whispering, “okay.” 

please leave, I have more important things to do

I have more important things to do....

more important...

the words echoed through your mind as you walked out of the gym, lips trembling as you sniffled. staring up at the sky, you blinked repeatedly, forcing the tears to just go away but as your mind played the words for you like a broken tape recorder, again and again and again. 

the tears only fell faster. 

brushing them away with the back of your hand, you slowly walked back to dorm as the last few weeks played like a painful movie in your head. 

one. 

“do you want to watch a movie, toshi?” you asked him, pushing yourself up with your elbow as you laid across his bed. 

pausing the video on his laptop, he responded shortly, “no, not really.” before clicking play again, his eyes not even once moving away from the screen. 

“oh, okay.” you said dejectedly to yourself, a frown appearing on your face as you realized he didn’t even hear just how upset you sounded. getting up from his bed, you walked over to the door. turning around slightly, you let out a scoff as he continued to watch the video, gaze unwavering. 

two.

frowning, you stared at your messages in disappointment. scrolling through the number of birthday texts you received from several of the other volleyball members, your classmates and relatives, your eyes were only looking for one specific name. 

and it didn’t show up. 

“he probably went to bed early...” you reassured yourself, despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. 

the next morning when you woke up, you grabbed your phone in excitement hoping to see the text message you so earnestly waited for all night, yet the second you clicked on your messages, it looked the same as it did last night. 

nothing. 

three. 

“how was your day today—?” you started when you heard him sigh softly, muttering words under his breath that you couldn’t hear. 

turning your head to look at him, eyes slightly wide, he finally muttered, “let’s just not talk today, okay? I'm not in the mood.” 

“oh...” your brows furrowed in concern, “did something happen—?”

“did you not hear what I just said y/n?” he asked sharply. 

gulping, you nodded before averting your gaze to the ground. 

you didn’t know why it took you so long to realize it. but it finally hit you like a shit ton of bricks, each one breaking your heart into a million little pieces. 

the light you used to see in his eyes whenever he looked at you, had disappeared. 

ushijima changed. 

and so did his love for you. 

atsumu

watching your s/o cheat on you

with a click of the door, you heard him walk inside, his usual endearing words echoing through the room until his eyes fell on you. 

“what’s going on here—?” 

“was I not enough?” you whispered quietly from the couch, your grip on the suitcase handle tightening. 

“wait, what?” 

you closed your eyes together as you took in a shaky breath. the images ran through your mind; her lips on his, his hands on hers, their bodies molded together. 

placing your phone on the coffee table face up, you watched as he walked over to where you were, his confused gaze finally falling on the picture you had pulled up on your phone. 

his eyes widened in horror as the realization dawned upon him, his pupils shaking, “Wait, that’s not what it looks like. I can expla—” 

lifting your hand up, you said coldly, “there is nothing to explain. I'm afraid the pictures do enough of that atsumu.” 

getting up from the couch, you grabbed the suitcase that sat beside you, filled with all the clothes and trinkets that belonged to you that you had thrown together in the little time you had left before Atsumu came back. 

“y/n, please. let’s talk this out—” atsumu pleaded softly, his hand circling your wrist. 

flinching at his touch, you pulled your wrist back before turning to look at the boy before you whose eyes widened as for the first time that night, he really looked at you. 

your bloodshot eyes stared at him in quiet rage, fists tightening at your sides as you struggled to find the words to say. you wanted to cry. you wanted to scream. most of all, you wanted to know why. 

but you knew it would break you. 

“fuck off atsumu.” 

turning back around, you made your way towards the door when you atsumu moved in front of you, blocking your path with his body, “please don’t go. please.”

“move.”

before you could take another step, atsumu wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you to chest, caging you in. 

“atsumu—” you started, voice cracking as the tears you held in slipped past your eyes, staining his shirt as you felt his grip around you tighten. 

no. you couldn't do this. you couldn’t let him do this to you. 

gathering every ounce of strength left in you, you pushed him back. your hand remained on his chest in efforts to create distance between the both of you. looking up, you saw his eyes flood with tears as he stared at you painfully, “y/n, please—” 

“atsumu?” you whisper softly, the boy in front of you nodding furiously, “y-yes? what is it?” 

your hand made its way up to his cheek, cradling his face as your thumb slowly swiped away the tear that had escaped his eyes, your own eyes welling up again. 

“don’t keep overworking yourself, alright? and if you need anything, you know Osamu’s only a call away right?” 

atsumu’s heart stopped, “y/n, what—?”

“mm and I wasn’t able to really get everything so, um, if you can put whatever isn’t yours in a box for me, I’ll have Suna pick them up for me.” 

“y-y/n.” 

“also, stop eating out so much. you know it’s not healthy and you need the right nutrients so you can keep playing volleyball, you understand?”

“y/n! please—!” 

"oh and—” you leaned in, resting your forehead against his. closing your eyes, you pressed your lips to his, the kiss tasting like both of your tears as you pulled away. 

“I hope you’ll be happy.” you whispered, your voice trembling with each word. 

grabbing your suitcase, you stepped out of atsumu’s weak grip before moving past him and towards the door. hand resting on the doorknob, you said your final words, “goodbye atsumu.”

and then you were gone. 

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Six (part 1)

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3293

Warnings: ANGST, bad language words

A/N: Tumblr sucks. It forced me to split this chapter up because I exceeded the text block limit. That’s just how I write! Link to part 2 at the end.

A/N 2: Thank you again to everyone for showing this story so much love! And thank you to everyone for your patience and support as I struggled to put this out. As you can tell from the multiple parts, it was a doozy. 🥰 divider credit- @firefly-graphics​

In case you missed the update, I will be publishing a new chapter every other Saturday from here on out. Schedule is in the Masterlist in my header.

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Monday morning rolled around, and your good mood from the weekend followed you into the office. Spending all of Saturday and the majority of Sunday texting James had lent to this early morning cheerfulness. You couldn’t help the smile on your face. You had even managed to arrive before most of your team.  

You hummed a sweet melody as you booted up your computer and organized a few files for Timmons to peruse. They were statements intended for the press needing his approval about a particular prominent CEO or A-list celebrity client. The firm was not confirming nor denying any knowledge of said client’s whereabouts the previous week or why there was photographic evidence of them coming out of FlashDancers NYC. Other files included those seeking rebranding approval for existing companies looking to revamp their image.

Most importantly, today was contract signing day for Stark Industries. 

You had compiled the document from a generic template the company used for all its clients, manually plugging in Stark Industries’ information in the correct spots and changing or omitting any services rendered or not. E-signing contracts were not only environmentally responsible, but they also saved a lot of your time from printing out numerous copies of a single agreement.

All you needed now was Timmons’ go-ahead to email the contract, and Pepper Potts could plug in her Jane Hancock.

Seeing Timmons enter the workroom, tweed coat draped over his forearm and attaché in hand, you rose from the seat behind your desk. You shuffled into his office after him.

He hung his jacket from the coat rack in the corner near a bank of expansive windows and placed the small, leather case he’d been carrying on the sturdy oak desk. He pulled out a stack of papers and tapped the pile against the desktop to straighten them before setting them down. Looking up at you briefly, he tugged out his laptop next.

You positioned a mug of coffee on Timmons’ desk, turning the handle just so, making it easier for him to grab. You cleared your throat gently. He glanced up at you again.

“Here’s the media statements for today,” you said, handing him a group of manila folders. You smoothed down the hem of your cardigan, smiling at the reminder of Bucky. You wished there had been a way to apologize to him again. He had left your apartment with such a pained look on his face. Maybe you could ask Peter. “And the Stark contract pdf is ready to go. I can email it over to you for final approval.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Timmons replied absent-mindedly, lifting the organized piles on the desk as if looking for something.

“Oh, okay,” you returned, nodding your head diminutively. “Do you want me to forward the contract on to Ms. Potts, then?”

“Ah-ha!” Timmons exclaimed, plucking a pen from underneath a stack of envelopes. He twirled the writing implement in his hand and peered at you, finally taking in your presence for the first time that morning.

An uncomfortable feeling washed over you as he evaluated you from head to toe. What was he looking at? Your hands tensed into fists as you continued to wait for his answer, growing impatient.

“Should I go ahead and do that, then, sir?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest like a protective suit of armor to deflect prying eyes.

“Yes, yes. That should be acceptable,” Timmons answered.

It threw you off balance. What had gotten into him? Timmons always had to have the final say on everything. It was so unlike him!

“Just so we’re clear- I will be sending the Stark Industries contract via email to Pepper Potts to e-sign,” you said, seeking clarification. You wanted to dot all i’s and cross all t’s because you weren’t going to lay your ass on the line for a misunderstanding. Especially not with something as crucial as the Stark Industries account.

“What? No, there’s been a change of plans,” he corrected.

You stared at him dumbfounded. Was he purposely trying to give you mental whiplash?

“Change of plans,” you affirmed. “Has Stark Industries decided not to use the firm, sir?”

“Oh, no. They’re still going with us,” Timmons said, rearranging the clutter he’d made on his desk.

You dropped your arms to your sides, although inside, you felt like throwing them into the air in frustration. Why was he so vague? He was usually wholly transparent with you. “Would you mind explaining it to me, please?” you asked, borderline annoyed. “Last time I checked, Stark Industries’ contract signing was still on the calendar for today’s agenda.”

“And it still is,” Timmons acknowledged. “It’s moved to an in-person signing.”

Your stomach plunged to the floor. Shit! You hadn’t printed out the contract! When was the appointment? How much time did you have? So many questions flew through your head.

How could Timmons keep something like this from you? Your heart hammered in your chest. You practically wobbled on your feet. Were you going to be sick?

I’m going to get fucking fired over this, you thought, trying to steady your breathing.

“Will you be ready to go in twenty minutes?” Timmons questioned, sitting down in the comfy desk chair and opening his laptop.

“Go?” you squeaked, attempting to recall how much you had in savings. You shook your head, trying to understand his words. Was he already asking you to clear out your desk?

“Yes. The car will be here at nine,” he said, keyboard clacking as he typed something.

“Car?” you asked, finding great difficulty comprehending the situation. Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Timmons regarded you in bafflement. “Have you been drinking?”

“What? NO!” you declared. You didn’t need that added to “the inability to perform required tasks” as a reason for your firing.  “I’m-I’m just really confused, sir.”

“About what?” Timmons asked, sitting back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.

“Well…” you started. “What do we need a car for?”

His chocolate brown eyes shone with what you imagined might be excitement. “To drive upstate, of course.” He smirked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desktop.

Upstate? What was upstate?

Timmons’ smile broadened as realization crept across your face. “Are we-”

“Yup!” he interrupted gleefully. He was like a child in a candy store. “We are headed to the Avengers Compound with a personal invitation from Tony Stark himself!”

You blinked several times at your boss, not entirely computing what he’d said. You were usually a lot quicker on the uptake than this. Why were you having such an off-day? 

“We?” you asked, shaking your head clear of the cobwebs. Why on Earth would he bring you along?

“I need someone who knows the ins and outs of these contract signings,” he said, fiddling with his pen again.

Wasn’t that his job?

“I’m just the schmoozer- the people-person,” he admitted, shrugging. “You’re the real brains behind this whole operation.

You nodded your head in agreement. He wasn’t wrong. The office would collectively collapse without you, and it felt good to hear your actual boss say it out loud.

“You better not forget it, either. Especially when my job performance evaluation comes around,” you asserted.

Timmons swiftly saluted you as if he was the subordinate. You huffed a laugh at him while shaking your head with incredulity. You took a step or two toward the office door before looking over your shoulder at him.

Timmons had turned back to his laptop screen already and started typing again. “So, twenty minutes?” he asked with an air of levity.

You faltered, nearly tripping over your feet. “Wait? You were serious about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Timmons wondered, looking up hurriedly from his laptop.

“I need to print out the contract and make copies, for one thing,” you mentioned, almost accusatory. Maybe if he had warned you ahead of time, you wouldn’t be so defensive.

“Already taken care of,” he soothed.

“What do you mean it’s ‘already taken care of’?” you asked, raising your hands to make quotation marks with your fingers.

“I had one of the other grunts do it last night.”

You gaped at Timmons like a goldfish, mouth popping open and closed. Did you hear him correctly? Timmons did something to make your job easier? You could hug him right now! You felt like pinching yourself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Once you gathered your wits again, you glanced to your feet bashfully. “Oh,” you spoke, absently fingering the bottom button of your cardigan. “Thank you.” You smiled gratefully.

Timmons returned the smile with one of his own. “You’re welcome.”

“Nine o’clock, then,” you agreed, moving further toward the doorway.

“On the dot!”

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the Avengers Compound. You’d seen it on the news, sure, but that didn’t compare to seeing it in real life. It was grandiose, imposing. You felt dwarfed in size looking up to the high rooftop. 

It was almost ostentatious in a way. Much like the man who designed it. Larger than life.

Tony Stark.

Tony had insisted he take you and Timmons around on the tour of the compound. You still hadn’t seen the need for a tour.

“When Tony Stark invites you to tour the Avengers compound, you don’t say no,” Timmons had said in the car-ride up when you questioned why it was necessary.

It was all superfluous, really. Like Tony was trying to woo the firm to sign them, not the other way around.

A headache was forming at the base of your skull as you waited in line at the reception desk to return your visitor security badge.

The tour of the facility seemed to have been drug out longer than it needed. Tony had appeared overeager to show off every little gadget or trinket. Or maybe he just liked to hear himself talk.

When Timmons excepted the lunch invitation after the tour was completed, you felt the urge to run down to the armory, grab a gun, and shoot yourself in the foot. You were kicking yourself for ever agreeing to come on this dumb tour.

As the line slowly dragged forward, the muffled noise of men’s voices caught your ear. It sounded like an argument. Your line of sight followed to where the altercation originated.

Standing twenty feet away was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, clearly disagreeing.

Your breath stilled as you watched the two super soldiers quarrel in a near-stage-whisper. What could they be fighting about?

From your place in line, you saw Bucky shake his head adamantly, his chestnut hair swishing about his shoulders. He might have even stamped his foot like a child, but you were too preoccupied with the look of abject horror on his face. He turned away as if to flee, but his friend caught him by the shoulder to stop him.

Were you causing this reaction from him?

You looked to your right to see if there was possibly someone else. All you noticed, though, was an empty space. Had you hurt Bucky’s feelings that badly? Your stomach clenched. The last thing you wanted was to be on an Avengers’ shit-list.

Glancing back to the two men, you caught Steve gesturing Bucky forward with short sweeping motions of his hands. Bucky shook his head again, stubbornly.

Even at this distance, you could feel the frustration rolling off Captain America.

Like a sucker-punch to the gut, you suddenly became very aware you were eavesdropping on Captain America and his best friend.

Your cheeks heated instantaneously, embarrassed of your staring. You shouldn’t be spying on them, you admonished. No matter how much your curiosity is piqued. 

It was none of your business.

You turned away from them, facing the reception desk again.

As hard as you tried not to pay attention, you could still see what looked like wild gesturing from the corner of your eye.

What if they started fighting? Shouldn’t you be conscious of your surroundings for your own safety? You fidgeted in your spot as you debated your moral compass.

Fuck it, you thought.

As you peered over to the two super soldiers, Steve shoved Bucky forward gently, causing the latter to trip over his booted feet. Bucky glared back at his friend, his hands clenching into fists. Steve shooed him further. You could barely make out the word “Go!” on his lips.

As if in slow motion, you eyed Bucky taking step after step toward you. Was he coming over here?

Once you realized what was happening, your heart plummeted to your knees as your head whipped around to the front of the line.

Bucky Barnes was definitely walking over to you. 

Had he noticed you staring?

You tried to stabilize your heart rate with slow, easy breaths, but Bucky was beside you much sooner than you could imagine.

A waft of aftershave hit your nose- woodsy and deliciously masculine. Your stomach swooped.

God, he smelled good.

Without having to turn your head, you could feel his brawny mass hovering near you.

How do you play this?

Perplexed? 

“Oh, my gosh! I had no idea you’d be here!” Of course, he wouldn’t believe that. This is where the Avengers lived. He’d probably think you were a stalker.

Apologetic?

“I’m so sorry Peter and I made fun of you! Will you ever forgive me?” Nah, too needy or clingy.

Or--

Before you could think of any other ways to portray the situation, you heard a large gush of air escape from Bucky. Was he nervous?

“Hey-hey, (Y/N),” he said, voice shaky.

You gazed to your left. Bucky looked as white as a ghost. Had his ego taken that big of a hit?

At that moment, you wanted to do nothing more than wrap him in your arms and tell him sorry, and everything would be okay. You couldn’t, of course. You didn’t know the guy. So you settled for the next best thing.

You smiled at him beatifically. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”

Like a veil had been pulled, his demeanor changed instantly. He returned the smile. “Ja-” he started but scrunched his nose as if he’d made a mistake. “Please. Call me Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky,” you replied.

Timmons turned around, ahead of you in line, and eyeballed you. You gave him a dismissive look, praying he wouldn’t butt in.

“So, you here visiting?” Bucky asked, observing the badge in your hand.

“Sorta. It’s a work thing,” you remarked, waving the plastic fob in the air. “Stark Industries has hired my firm as their PR representative. It was signing day.”

“Ah,” Bucky said, nodding in understanding.

“And I got the tour and lunch courtesy of Tony Stark,” you added.

“Oh, yeah?” Bucky’s eyebrows raised in interest. “What did you think?”

“Honestly?” You watched Bucky shake his head in agreement. “It was extremely overwhelming. How do you not get lost in this place?”

Bucky laughed. Crinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, yet he looked so boyish. He was beautiful.

“When I first got here, I did several times,” he huffed. “Every hallway looks exactly the same!”

“Right?!” you exclaimed. “I kept thanking my lucky stars that I had a tour guide!” 

Timmons rolled his eyes and pivoted, facing front.

“Steve had to draw me a map to help me find my living quarters after the third time,” Bucky confessed, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, no!” you empathized, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. “That must have been so embarrassing!”

“Bird brain caught wind of it and gave me shit for weeks,” he lamented.

You gave him a confused look, not understanding who or what he was referring to.

Realizing his mistake, Bucky corrected, “Sorry. Bird brain is Sam.”

“Because he’s Falcon?”

Bucky bobbed his head yes, looking a little sheepish.

“It’s clever,” you grinned. “I like it.”

Bucky reciprocated the smile, and your chest warmed. It was a feeling you usually felt while texting James. Light and airy.

Finally making it to the reception desk, you relinquished your security badge to the pretty blonde in the too-tight sweater set. She handed you a clipboard to initial and fill out your departure time.

While signing, you surveyed the blonde as Bucky stepped closer. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she bit down on her bottom lip. Was she giving him bedroom eyes?

A new kind of warmth flooded your body. It felt a lot like jealousy as it snaked its way up to your ribs and circled your collarbones, which was absurd because you had no claim to this man. You’d met him one other time. Why would you feel this way?

Shoving the clipboard back at the receptionist, you spun toward Bucky. He regarded her politely and nodded, “Ma’am.”

Her shoulders slumped, and a frown slithered onto her painted lips. Somehow you felt triumphant, but not sure why. Bucky hadn’t picked you over her.

Your heart thumped harder in your chest as you walked side by side with Bucky, nearing the exit. You were suddenly overcome with the feeling of apologizing. What had you told James if you ever saw Bucky again? Apologize profusely and ask him to coffee.

You smiled at Bucky once again as he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. The sound of a throat clearing resonated nearby. It wasn’t until you glanced up did you register Timmons standing so close. You had nearly forgotten about him.

Trying to gather your courage, you glimpsed between the two men. Bucky was squinting suspiciously at Timmons, and it made you chuckle lightly. “Easy tiger,” you assured. “That’s my boss, Roger Timmons.”

Bucky’s blue eyes widened a fraction, and he raised a hand in hello. “Sir.”

Timmons raised his chin in acknowledgment before looking down at his watch. You took it as his way of telling you to hurry up.

Okay, it’s now or never.

“Would you like to go to coffee with me?” Bucky blurted out, cheeks coloring pink.

Your eyes roamed across his handsome face. The boyishness was back, along with a touch of uncertainty. He was sweet, regardless of what the media claimed about him. Your lips curled up into a broad smile. “You read my mind,” you revealed, then winced. “That’s not one of your superpowers, is it?”

Bucky tittered. “No, no mind-reading.”

“Good,” you said, relieved.

“Whaddya say? Coffee?”

You dipped your head in a slow yes. “It’ll have to be after work, though.” You motioned over your shoulder with your thumb. “The slave driver over there is taking me back to the office to put me to work.”

Giggling, as you heard a scoff come from behind where you were standing, you reached into your purse and pulled out a pen and an old receipt. You quickly jotted down your work address. Handing it to Bucky, you began moving towards Timmons. “I get off at five,” you called. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” You waved goodbye.

Bucky smirked. “Don’t work too hard!”

You flashed him one last smile before disappearing through the exit door.

You had a coffee date with Bucky Barnes!

You couldn’t believe it! The giddiness swelled inside you.

You gazed at Timmons’ profile as you walked to the waiting car parked at the curb. He had that look on his face.

It was a long drive back to the city. There was no way you could endure it if he started up now.

You gave a stern look before you stated, “Whatever you’re thinking, keep it to yourself.”

Timmons threw his hands up in mock surrender. “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Uh-huh,” you said dubiously. Timmons smiled smugly as you both climbed into the town car.

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Stalker much?

Warnings: swearing

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

AN: holy crap I just realized I’ve been working on this one since like June 😂😂 anyway, hope you guys like itttttttt!!

You stretch out lazily on the sofa in the living room of stark tower, watching a movie with the rest of the Avengers minus the infamous god of thunder, your head resting on Steve’s lap.

“You know I’m not a pillow, right y/n?” He asks with a teasing but playful smile.

You shrug slightly. “But if not, why are you so comfortable?” You counter. He laughs in surrender and the both of you turn your attention back to the screen but not before noticing the grins on Natasha and Buckys faces at your friendship.

The crew pays attention to the movie and all is peaceful until the door slams open and reveals an irritated looking Thor.

Everyone scrambles to get up and find out what’s wrong, Steve moving your head and ushering a quick apology as he does so, but that question is quickly answered when in walks the god of Mischief himself.

Unfazed by their arrival, you remain lounging on the couch, closing your eyes in an attempt to regain the previous calm.

That is until you feel a pair of prying eyes resting on you. Slowly, you open your eyes one at a time and find Loki staring at you curiously.

“Hi?” You say, remaining in your relaxed position.

“Hello there.” He says with a devilish smirk. He seems to be analyzing your every move.

You brush some strands of your y/h/c hair out of your face and peer back up at him confidently.

“Who exactly are you?” You ask, knowing it would push his buttons.

He gives you a puzzled look, the smirk still in its place on his face. “I am Loki of Asgard, the god of mischief.” He says with a strained and obviously annoyed laugh.

“Well Loki of Asgard, the god of mischief, I’m y/n of earth, the god(dess) of... well the god(dess) of nothing really but it would be cool to be a god(dess).” You respond with a smile.

“Quite the cheeky Midgardian aren’t you?” He says with a genuine laugh.

Feeling slightly uneasy, you sit up.

“I have no clue what that means but yeah I am.” You reply. He remains staring at you in curiousity.

“It’s what Asgardians call the people of earth.” Thor interrupts, causing Loki’s smirk to be quickly replaced by a grimace of sorts.

“Ohhh. Ok.” You reply simply.

Before Loki can ask anymore questions or say anything more about you, you stand up and make your way into the kitchen.

Once you’ve opened the fridge, you grab a bottle of water and go to close the door again.

“Hello again.” A voice says and you jump about seven feet in the air.

Loki smirks at your surprise and you send a glare his way.

“What the fuck?! Are you following me?” You ask, smiling sarcastically at him.

“I find you fascinating.” He smirks again, ignoring your question and you give him a pointed look.

“And I find you annoying. Now shoo.” You argue, your patience for the god clad in green wearing thin.

“Hm well I am good at that.” He smiles a bit. For a minute you think he’s going to teleport himself or whatever it is that he does somewhere else but he stays put, leaning against the doorframe and blocking your way out.

“Move or be moved mischief boy.” You say, your mouth set in an aggravated line.

“Oh I would quite like to see how you manage to do that.” He replies with another smirk settling on his own lips.

You glare at him, remaining unamused.

“That’s enough Loki.” Thor commands from behind his brother, causing Loki’s face to contort into yet another grimace. He cursed him quietly and then shot you a charming smile before moving aside.

“Was that so hard?” You ask loudly before going into the living room, not so much as looking Loki’s way to see his reaction.

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The next morning, you find yourself up at the crack of dawn, unable to continue sleeping. You watch the sun making it’s way up into the sky for a moment before padding your way to the kitchen, tucking stubborn strands of your hair behind your ears as you go.

With a yawn, you enter the kitchen and stumble in surprise, quickly caught in another’s arms.

“Goodmorning darling.” Loki says with a smirk, his blue eyes glistening in the early morning light.

Slapping his arms away, you stand up on your own two feet and clear your throat.

“What are you doing up so early?” You ask, turning away towards the coffee maker in attempt to show your disinterest.

Much to your dismay, it didn’t work.

“I could not sleep. Too much going on inside my head.” He explains with the irritating smirk plastered to his face.

You pretend you didn’t hear him as you pour a cup of coffee for yourself.

Truthfully you had nothing personally against him but you’d heard stories and you’d been there when he tried to take over the world so you were really skeptical about trusting him or talking to him even.

“What is that concoction?” He asks curiously, nodding to the mug held in your hands. You look back at him wide eyed.

“You don’t have coffee on Asgard?” You ask with a laugh.

He smirks again. “We do I just wanted to hear you speak to me at least once.” He purrs and you glare.

“I speak to you. You just got here.” You say as an excuse, shrugging.

“No no. You shoo me away and try to end the conversation. That is not the same as speaking to me darling.” He corrects you.

“My name isn’t darling by the way.” You mutter as you take a sip.

“Well I haven’t caught your real one yet so what am I supposed to call you?” He smirks, leaning against the doorframe.

With a sigh, you glance over at him. “It’s y/n. Y/n y/l/n.” You tell him.

“Y/n. Perfectly suits you little minx.” He purrs and you resist the blush rising in your cheeks at the sound of the way your name rolls out of his mouth as though it was supposed to be there all along.

“Well now you know it so you can stop calling me these nicknames.” You say more harsh than you meant to.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Loki replies with a shrug and yet another smirk.

Before you can reply, he’s moving to leave the room.

“See you around minx.” He says flirtatiously before stepping out of the room, leaving you to your own thoughts.

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As you step into your office, you shut the door and turn around to go to your desk, instead immediately shrieking.

There, sitting in your chair with his feet up on his desk, is once again the god of mischief.

Though you knew he liked to trail you around, this was the first time in the months he’d been doing it that he had shown up at your workplace. You did enjoy his company more than you cared to admit, however it was very surprising and terrifying when he just popped up anywhere.

“Good god! Do you just have all of my schedule marked in that brain of yours?!” You hiss, a hand over your racing heart.

He chuckles at your surprise once again. “Parts of it, yes.” He admits shamelessly.

“You do realize this is a place of work right? Fury won’t appreciate you interrupting his employees.” You warn him. He rolls his eyes.

“Fury can live with a little intrusion I’m sure.” He waves off the warning, leaning back in your chair. You march over, ushering him out of your seat.

“Well I have work to do, reports to make. Not all of us can be gods.” You mutter, turning to your computer screen in order to busy yourself.

As you type, he watches over your shoulder curiously. After a few minutes of this, you spin around, this time surprising him. ‘Good’ you think to yourself with a smirk.

“Did you need something? Don’t you have things to do today? Or any of the other days you come to bother me?” You ask, obviously annoyed. The easy smirk returns to his face, irritating you.

“No not particularly. I am all yours actually.” He says, leaning against the wall.

“Lucky me.” You mutter angrily, turning back to your screen.

“Do I truly annoy you that much?” He asks with a small laugh, looking at you in disbelief.

Sighing, you turn back to face him.

“No. Not really. Work just makes me extra prickly.” You admit and he frowns in concern. You look at him, confused. You’d never seen him concerned about anyone.

He shakes his head a bit, trying to get rid of his feeling of sympathy. “Do you just do paperwork or do you have some sort of special ability I have yet to see?” He asks, taking a seat across from you.

“I do a lot of paperwork but no. I’m actually technically one of the Avengers, though no one seems to notice.” You mutter bitterly. “I have powers almost like Wandas. She controls minds and I’m somehow able to control the elements.” You explain.

“Interesting. Show me.” He insists and you sigh, getting up and grabbing a mug off of the shelf against your office wall and walking out to the water fountain just outside your office. You return and set down the mug and sit back down, causing Loki to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Just- stay quiet so I don’t lose focus. I don’t do this for entertainment purposes most of the time.” You explain briefly and he nods, gesturing with his hand for you to continue.

You focus your gaze on the mug of water and at your wordless command, the water inside starts floating slowly out of the cup. Loki watches in amazement as you send it flying around the room a few times and finally bring it to a halt above his head.

“Wait y/n-“ he starts as he realizes what you’re doing.

With a smirk, you drop your concentration and in return lose control of the water, snickering as it splashes all over Loki.

“As a trickster I am impressed.” He says with a small smirk. “However, as a person who is now soaking wet, I am annoyed.” He adds, the smirk growing into a devilish and plotting one.

Your face falls to a frown as you realize what you’d just done. “I only did it as payback for you following me so much lately.” You say as an excuse and he laughs a bit.

“Well now you have more than me following you around a bit to worry about.” He says mischievously. You let out a loud sigh and he chuckles.

“I suppose I deserve whatever I get then.” You sigh again.

“Yes. Yes you do.” He agrees, moving even closer to you.

Out of reflex, you back away a bit quickly.

“Are you done following me now then?” You ask, smoothing down your outfit to distract yourself from your practically vibrating nerves.

“Oh does it bother you? Perhaps I should do it more often?” He teases a bit, moving to the other side of your desk.

“Oh good god please no.” You groan and he laughs.

For a few more moments, neither of you say anything, both fine with the peaceful silence that had taken over the room. You tapped keys on the keyboard of your laptop furiously while Loki toyed with the knickknacks on your desk.

“Have you, by chance, ever wondered why I follow you so much?” He asks out of the blue, keeping his eyes on the thing in his hand rather than on you.

“I mean... I guess I may have? Why do you ask?” You respond curiously.

“Forget it. It is actually quite humiliating I must admit.” He mutters shyly, avoiding your eyes.

You shift your gaze from your screen to his face and that’s all it takes for your curiosity to take over fully.

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be Loki. You can tell me, if you like.” You offer, forcing your gaze to soften from its hard and concentrated expression.

“Alright...” He agrees, still sounding unsure as he clears his throat.

“I suppose... it may be possible that I fancy you a bit more than I may have let on.” He murmurs, his face going a bright shade of pink.

“No! Really?” You ask in a mock shock. He rolls his eyes as you giggle to yourself, his mouth set in a line.

“I am being serious y/n.” He groans, finally looking up to meet your y/e/c eyes with his own.

“I know you are. You showed up at my favourite coffee shop at the same time as me last week, happened to be visiting my favourite bookstore when I was there the week before and you’ve been trailing around me everywhere for months. It’s kind of easy to take a hint from that.” You giggle, smiling sweetly over at him.

He blushes an even deeper crimson, avoiding your eyes again.

“Of course you knew.” He sighs, chuckling to himself. “You are definitely intelligent enough to have figured it out.” He adds with a charismatic grin.

“You know, you didn’t have to stalk me to tell me you have a little crush. You could’ve just told me.” You respond, brushing more strands of hair out of your face.

He lets out a groan of frustration. “I was afraid. I believed you would never return the feelings.” He admits. “Me, an Asgardian god afraid of mere mortal feelings.” He scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Mere mortal?” You question teasingly.

“No. That is not- in no way was that- I did not mean it in that way.” He responds quickly, obviously kind of flustered.

You giggle a little bit, smiling over at him. “I was kidding.” You inform him, laughing even more as he shakes his head.

“Good. I do not see you as a mere mortal, no matter how mortal you may be y/n.” He promises, holding your hand in his own.

“Good. Because I... I see you as more than just some stalker too.” You admit.

He lets out a sigh, quickly going around the desk and helping you out of your chair, pulling you into his arms, your back to his chest.

“I have been waiting to tell you that for far too long.” He whines into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Took you long enough.” You say with a smirk, tilting your head up enough to see him.

He quickly spins you around to face him, your face only a few inches from his own.

Not able to take it anymore, you close the distance, pressing your lips onto his hungrily.

He hums in approval, deepening the kiss.

“Still afraid of your feelings?” You ask as you pull away.

He laughs, still holding your hand in his own.

“No I most certainly am not.” He responds, holding you close to him.

“Good.” You giggle, going back over to your desk. He whines a little in protest, making you laugh a little more.

“Can’t believe it took you so long to tell me. I was starting to wonder if it was true or if you were just stalking me.” You tease, tapping at the keyboard.

He scoffs a little. “I assure you, it was only because I was not courageous enough to ask a fine beauty like yourself to dinner.” He laughs as your blush deepens and your eyes go wide at the compliment.

You quickly recover, smirking to yourself as a plan comes to mind.

“Well then, pick me up at the compound at 5:00 Mischief boy.” You order, going over to give him a kiss. Before he can ask any questions or say a word, you use your wind manipulation powers to blow him out of the office, giggling to yourself at the sounds of his protests when you let the door shut on his face.

You quickly return to your work, daydreaming about your upcoming date the entire day long.

[shibarirobot]

Aizawa fic - CH4 - Entrapment

18+ Only! SFW (for now)

Shouta Aizawa x Villain!OC/Reader(?)

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RIP so this took me forever to write... I’m not ginna apologize because it WILL happen again, but like,,, I’m always gonna post a new chapter eveentuallly hahaaaaaaaa ~ well anyways, enjoy..\its gonna get spicy in like 2 chapters dw Shouta is gonna get his dom hat on ;] 

I wake up sore. The lights are impossibly bright and I groan, trying not to open my eyes all the way. I try to reach up and rub my eyes, the pulsing behind them growing intense, but there’s a sound of metal on metal and a pinch at my wrist when I do. I actually open my eyes, wincing at the brightness and see my hands cuffed down in front of me. They’re secured to a large metal table in a very bright, open room. No one else is near, but I can see the mirrored observation glass to my left that I can only imagine is full of cops, detectives, and quirk handlers ready to pounce on me if I so much as sneeze the wrong way. I shift my head to gain some slight comfortability, only to feel a heavy collar around my neck. I can’t see it, but it feels like solid metal. A ring encasing my entire throat. lt’s humming softly, it’s on, whatever it is. I’m still trying to get used to my surroundings when there’s a ‘click’ and a loud scraping noise from behind me. It must be a door, because the air pressure changes in the room and I can immediately feel two people enter the tight quarters.

Their eyes are on me and I can feel the bile rising in my throat. I want so badly to disappear from existence, just to remove the pressure of their gaze on the back of my head. I slink down into my chair as much as I can. My restraints are tight and barely allow me to so much as breathe, my ankles cuffed to the chair, and a seatbelt type strap across my lap to keep me pressed into the metal seat. There’s another across my shoulders. My chest tightens and I wiggle a little bit, being strapped to a chair isn’t exactly one of my favorite things. 

A tall man in a black suit jacket rounds the table and drops a manila folder on the table. His white button up shirt hangs open at the collar, no tie, but there’s wrinkles around the top button. He must have disregarded his tie at some point. What time is it? Has he removed his tie because it’s too early or too late? He crosses his arms across his chest and focuses his tired eyes on me, his jaw clenched and lips set into a hard line. He looks like every disgruntled detective in every buddy cop movie ever. I stifle the urge to groan and roll my eyes. This is gonna be excruciating. 

He clears his throat and presses an index finger to the folder on the table in front of me, it’s surprisingly thin, probably only 2 or three sheets of paper between the cardstock, the tab has my name printed on it in big, black lettering. Their file on me is minuscule, they must not know much about me at all. I fight the urge to grin, I can’t get ahead of myself, they do still have me chained to a chair. “You’ve been causing quite a stir.” His voice is gruff, but it conveys something almost… impressed. 

“Really?” I deadpan. “I wasn’t aware.” The atmosphere is thick and I can feel the person behind me grow tense. My throat is sore and my voice comes out ragged. I cough, choking on my own spit and trying to suck in another coarse breath. I can feel my cracked rib stinging as I try to breathe slowly, evenly. My heart rate pumping loudly in my ears definitely isn’t helping my cause. This won’t go well for me if I get too worked up. I pinch my eyes shut, trying to refocus myself. 

“Two disturbances in one day.” He continues, ignoring my bratty attitude. “That’s more publicity than you’ve been raking up lately. Feeling bold?” He raises an eyebrow at me. I try to grip at what he’s thinking, what interest layers beneath these rudimentary questions, but there’s something stopping me. A fuzzy mental block that seems to have my quirk contained, not gone like when Eraser Head had ripped it from me, my brain isn’t empty, just slightly muted, held only within me. I glare up at him, confusion and repulsion evident on my face. “Oh, that? Your quirk is being restricted. That collar on your neck is emitting a neutralizing frequency. One of our tech support faculty designed it especially for you.” He uncrossed his arms and leaned against the wall, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. “You should feel special.”

His taunting only serves to piss me off and I lash out, still strapped to the chair. “Let me the fuck OUT OF HERE!” I howl even though my dry throat protests. “What do you even want from me?” I’m trying desperately to break free, but this only results in a pitiful wiggling in the chair. I’m wheezing now, my ribs and lungs burning. The detective looks down at me from across the room, seemingly amused by my display. This only sends me into more of a fury. I fling myself backwards, the chair tipping with me. With no way of stopping myself from falling, I feel myself lose balance, no control over the way my wrists yank forward, still cuffed to the table. 

I’m suspended in what feels like thin air, only two legs of the metal chair still connected to the ground and the handcuffs on my wrists digging into the skin. My head falls back and I see him. He’s standing next to the door behind me, hands shoved deep into his pockets, a look of absolute lack of interest on his face. He’s still upside down to me, like the last time I witnessed him, but there’s something so different about him now. I want to see that wild look in his eye again. I want him to lash out at me. “Oh! You’re here!” Something in me shifts, a smile breaking onto my face. I no longer care that I’m held captive or under the scrutiny of the law, all I care about is this brooding man before me. “Y’know, I think you broke my ribs.” I let my head lull to the side slightly, lost in daydream about our last encounter. His black, unruly hair frames his face perfectly for me to see his jaw clench. “Of course, I don’t mind a little pain.” I let the last syllable warble on my tongue, it comes out flirtier than I meant it to, almost seductive. 

Eraser Head doesn’t move from his stoic position at the door, and I can hear the detective clear his throat again, trying to regain my attention. My eyes don’t move from Eraser Head’s face, studying his heavy lidded eyes and the scar on his cheek. “Let’s cut to the chase. You’ve held up 6 different locations in the past month and all of them have had criminal activities facilitated through them, but all from different crime rings.” He sighs. I can’t tell if he really has a question for me or if he’s just going to summarize all my endeavors. “There’s no way that you’re part of so many crime rings, half of them are at odds anyways.” My gaze is still fixed on Eraser, his eyes locked onto mine, staring so deeply into me, taking my soul and giving me nothing in return. I feel consumed by the need to provoke him. “So my question is this: How? How did you know about all these locations?” His voice is slightly raised, obviously frustrated by the fact that I’m barely paying him any mind with Eraser Head in the room. 

“I had a dream about you.” I continue to ignore the gruff detective, solely focused on the pro hero that has infiltrated my deepest sentiments. Eraser Head releases a slow breath, trying hard not to betray his cool demeanor. “I can tell you all about it if you like.” The flirtation is still heavy on my tongue, but it comes out breathy and with reproach because of my dry, crackling throat. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, staring me down even harder than before, the spark from before starting to return to his eyes. “Or show you.” I wiggle my eyebrow a little, cackling at my own emboldened state even as I’m being interrogated. 

Eraser Head rips his eyes from mine to look up at the detective of whose name I still don’t know. “I’m leaving. This is obviously going nowhere.” He starts to turn to the door, hand slipping from his pocket to knock on the heavy sealed door for the person on the other side to open it and let him out. My eyes widen, desperate to keep him in this room with me. He can’t seriously be leaving. He just got here, besides that, I’m not done toying with him yet. If he leaves now there’s no guarantee I’ll ever see him again. I can’t be sent to prison without even a semblance of his desire. Furthermore, I can’t be left with this stuffy stereotypical cop. 

A whine falls from my lips. “Nooooooo…” I lean forward in the chair and let it fall back onto all four legs. “Fine! Fucking FINE! I’ll answer your fucking questions, but HE stays!” I nod towards the door that had just started to open, Eraser Head halfway out the door already. “I’m ONLY talking to him!” My eyes flick back to the detective, observing the way that he looks to the hero, then back to me, and up to the hero again. His eyes are wide and he looks caught between a rock and a hard place. They must really need my information if they’re even considering taking my demands to heart. 

I hear the door close again, hoping that Eraser is still on my side of it. I know he is when his dark body starts rounding the table, standing next to the detective there. They exchange a hushed word that I can’t quite hear, both of them giving me a harsh side eye. When he turns back to face me, he glares down at me, one hand still in his pocket. My heart jumps out of my chest as he approaches me. He starts to lean towards me, across the table, still lording over me, his free hand pressing into the cool metal of the table, it looks so large there, it could easily fit all the way around my neck. I shiver at the thought. “Unfortunately, you are under no circumstance to be making demands. You will answer Detective Aiko’s questions.” He stands tall again, pushing a stray hair out of his face. “Goodbye.” He says it with finality, ending the conversation, there’s no room to argue. I do anyway. 

He begins to walk towards the door again, leaving my line of vision. “You can’t leave already!” I start to lash out again. “You can’t just leave!” I flail back and forth as best as I can. “You can’t!” The shouting is leaving me dizzy and I toss myself back again, the chair tipping like it had before. However, unlike before, I am stopped before my wrists are pulled forward by the cuffs. I look up to see him standing behind me, free hand on the back of the chair, propping me up. I stop struggling immediately, enthralled by the way his hair dangles around his face as he looks directly down at me. My mouth hangs open, he looks like my guardian angel, the way the fluorescent lights display the edges of his tangled hair, he looks wind swept and dangerous, a warrior if I had ever seen one. 

He suddenly jerks me forward, the chair slamming back to a regular seated position. “Behave.” He says it like a command, his tone still dry. “And maybe I’ll come back.” With that his hand is gone from the back of the chair, the tiny contact points where his fingers had brushed the nape of my neck, still burning. There’s that knock again, the door opening and closing, then nothing. He’s gone. I’m left feeling stifled, like a cork ready to pop. 

I look up at Detective Aiko, already feeling snappy after that interaction. I sneer at his raised brow, like he had witnessed something telling. “ASK YOUR DAMN QUESTIONS!” I roar at him and he smirks to himself, now knowing I’ll answer. This is definitely going to be absolute hell.

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Yah I literally had a fucking stroke trying to get myself to write that. BUt anyways, Im just gearing up for the nasty ass smut that is about to go down in this mfkr, also maybe I can get those of ya’ll that are interested a seat to the tamaki show imma be putting on very soon :”)

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[obx-saltlife]

French Inhale

summary: you and jj share an intimate moment (and then some) after a particularly instense smoking sesh.

warnings: smoking (weed and a lot), smut, underage drinking and smoking, cursing. I guess it’s a friends to lovers kind of thing, it’s implied anyway.

2.1K, JJ x reader (contains smut)

“That was hot,” JJ Maybank laughed through his words.

His once bright eyes were now hooded and carried that sort of trademark redness you’ve come to know very well. Everyone in the makeshift circle waited patiently as you took another drag from the blunt in front of you. You kept the smoke in your cheeks for a brief second. Your mouth opened at one corner slightly; the thick, white, smoke making its way out slowly through the small opening. Your eyes closed and you inhaled through your nose, pulling off the perfect French Inhale once again. It’d been a while since you’d sat down with the rest of the Pogues to enjoy a blunt or two but it seemed like the perfect time to do it again. Summer was just beginning and if the conversations before this little get-together were anything to go by, you were seriously considering sticking to John B’s idea of having a “good time, all the time”.

The party at The Boneyard had long since thinned out, with most of the Kooks gone on to find something else; another party, probably and the Tourons too drunk to do much of anything. You and the Pogues made your way back to The Chateau, trying to burn off some more of the party energy still coursing through your veins. That’s how you ended up in the makeshift circle in the first place. It’d definitely been a while since you’d let completely loose and tonight felt like as good a night as any. Joining Kie, John B, Sarah, JJ and Pope as they passed the blunt around just felt like second nature.

The blunt made its way around the circle once more. You took a long drag this time, inhaling it deep in your lungs as you closed your eyes once again. You passed it to your left as you felt the smoke swirling around in your chest and leeching to your bloodstream. Rocking your head back, with a lazy laugh, you exhaled, blowing a large cloud of smoke into the night.

When you looked back around the people gathered in front of you, John B and Sarah were mouth to mouth; the smoke passing between them in an intimate exchange. You couldn’t look away, the mix of the intimate display in front of you and the beginning of the drug in your system made you tingle all over.

You felt eyes on you, a little across the way. It felt different than the regular paranoia that usually accompanied your smoking adventures. Across the circle, JJ’s eyes locked with yours. He didn’t dare look away, almost proud that he had been caught staring. A small smirk spread on his lips. He was passed the blunt once more and he took it expertly between his fingers, his blue eyes still locked on yours. He looked to the ground as he inhaled, the cherry burning bright at the end of the dwindling stick in his hand. You were mesmerized, honestly, maybe you’d blame it on the THC taking over but the yearning for a lazy fuck increased deep in the pit of your stomach.

You licked your lips, taken over almost instantly by the estranged feeling of cottonmouth that you hadn’t missed at all. You got up, finding your footing in between some strewn branches and headed towards the porch to try to find a semblance of a drink in the forgotten cooler. You could hear the group behind you calling you back but your reflexes were dull and you didn’t bother turning around.

“JJ, come back!” Kie’s voice sounded hazy but easy to make out.

“Yeah dude, don’t hog the spliff” John B’s voice whined shortly after.

You couldn’t really find the cooler you were so sure had been on the porch hours prior as you stumbled up the steps and into the dimly lit house. Closing the door to the empty fridge, you pressed your back against it and relished in the cooling temperature in comparison to the rest of your body. You shut your eyes for a second before feeling someone’s presence in front of you.

Opening one eye lazily, you smiled as JJ stood in front of you. His lips stuck in a smirk after he took another drag off the blunt, blowing it out to the side. His free hand caught your chin, pulling your jaw up and holding the blunt to your lips. His eyes focused intently as you took a drag, his lips almost instantly pulling into a lopsided, hazy smile.

When you were done, JJ brought it back to his own lips. The cherry still burning brightly, his chest rising. His index finger propped your chin before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, wasting no time before coaxing them open. The smoke moved from his mouth to yours and you breathed in deeply, exchanging it between your bodies. Something about the exchange felt incredibly intimate. More intimate than sex.

JJ pulled back, a proud smile stuck on his lips as you casually exhaled. You smiled nervously in return, unsure of the current of unresolved sexual tension between you.

Truth is, you and JJ had been pushing and pulling at each other for a while now. Kiara’s dumb ‘no Pogue on Pogue macking’ rule going completely ignored. Neither you nor JJ were relationship-types but you did enjoy having a good time. And you always had a good time, together. This time though, it felt different. Maybe the THC was working its magic deep in your brain. Bringing things you had forgotten were buried deep inside.

Like that time you thought you were actually in love with JJ. You had compartmentalized that easily -- you were kids, naïve and without a care in the world. Did you even really know what love was? Life is more complicated than that, people change and grow up and realize life isn’t that easy. Maybe instead of the THC making you realize your long lost feelings for JJ, it was just making you go deep inside your head.

You shook your thoughts out of the funk and looked back into JJ’s blue eyes.

“Come to my room?” JJ asked quietly, his fingers playing with yours at your side. You nodded silently, his hand grasping yours as he led you through the narrow hallway and into John B’s guest room (or JJ’s room really, since he was there so much). He finished the blunt on his own as you walked, exhaling expertly through his nose without even a flinch.

JJ’s pace slowed as you made your way inside and he followed. He closed the door and you looked around, appreciating the trinkets strewn around and things littering the walls. It all seemed to clash but fit together somehow at the same time. You loved how every corner of this room seemed to describe JJ to a tee. It had always been that way.

No words were exchanged and none were really needed as JJ’s hands did all the talking. He tugged at the hem of your shirt as his lips dipped to the corner of your jaw. You pulled a fistful of his shirt into your hand, pulling him close. Every touch was gradually sinking in and registering in your mind.

You didn’t know how he knew but he was so in tune with your need to be touched; how much you needed to be touched and he seemed more than ready to ease every aching want you had.

JJ moved backwards, pulling you along with him as he sank to sit on the bed. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs on either side of him as your lips slowly played together. There was no rush, just ease and a very casual flow. A little different than times before; casual corners and rushed motions were more you and JJ’s thing. You could feel JJ’s hands covering almost the entirety of your back, feeling the curves of your spine. JJ’s fingers traced lightly over the top, skimming the ties on your bikini from stop your cut off tank top, sending chills across your skin and up your neck into your scalp, making you tingle everywhere.

Finally, in one swift move, he slipped the shirt over your head, the chilly air in the room, riddling your skin with goosebumps. JJ paid no mind, peeling off his already mostly unbuttoned shirt he had been wearing and connecting your lips again. He shifted his weight to the side, his hands leaving your body briefly, reaching into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and his Zippo lighter.

You sat patiently in his lap as he pulled another carefully rolled joint from the pack, tossing the box aside. JJ held up his hand to block the nonexistent wind. The aroma filled the space around you, something that was lacking before since you had been smoking outside. The smoke was warm and as intoxicating as ever. The joint hung loosely from his lips as he pulled a long drag from it, his hands working on the clasp of your shorts.

You stood from his lap, releasing yourself from the denim confines of your shorts. JJ did the same, ditching his cargo shorts and nonchalantly ashing on the floor as he did so. He moved to the center of the bed, lying back on the pillows and finding his forgotten cellphone amongst the sea of blankets on top. He hit a few buttons, tossing it on the table beside the bed before the soft sounds of Slightly Stoopid began to play again, waking your senses. You crawled across the bed, placing your legs on either side of his hips and taking the joint from his hands before taking a long drag.

Your eyes shut as the smoke made its way through your lungs and back out slowly. With his hands free, JJ took the time to slide his boxers off. You could hear the foil packet in his hands before it crinkled as he rolled it over himself with an impatient sigh. Sliding your underwear aside, the tip of his length firmly brushed over your center. It was clear how hard he was but you had no idea what to expect as JJ slowly slid himself into you, seemingly never stopping, moving ever so slowly.

You lowered yourself onto him completely, rocking back up and taking on the burden of the movement. He took the joint back from you and you could hear the quiet burning as he inhaled from it as the music lulled and paused briefly. You knew he was watching you as you moved; your head laid back and your hair falling across your shoulders and over your back. You relished in his masculinity, the contours of his roughly sculpted muscles. It all felt so natural, so casual, so lazy, yet you didn’t want (or need) anything more from him. You didn’t need sweet nothings whispered in your ear, or a loving touch, at least not right at that moment. It was nothing more than a stoned fuck and it felt sweet in all the right ways.

It felt like an eternity and as you slowly continued to raise and lower yourself, you could feel him exhale as the air moved across your skin, chilling your nerves. You were so relaxed; you could have easily fallen asleep had it not been for the dull throbbing that was now escalating in your core. JJ’s hands landed on your hips, idly moving you faster. You looked down to him, the smoke swirling from the joint he held softly between his lips.

His brows furrowed together, the muscles in his jaw flexing as his hips began to move to meet yours. It was growing tense, eager. You let out a loud moan, your hands pressing to his chest to stabilize yourself as JJ began to pound out his desire, desperate for relief. In one fluid motion, he rose from the pillows and took you by the waist, rolling you over so that he was on top. In between your thighs, JJ’s pace never slowed.

Your back arched and your legs wrapped tightly around JJ’s waist. Your hands gripped tightly at the bed sheets as his thrusts sent you over the edge, your muscles clenching around him as he crashed into his own orgasm. The smoke and the hormones mixed in your cloudy minds to leave you in an erotic state of bliss.

JJ collapsed on the bed besides her, his chest heaving as he tossed the roach onto an ashtray on the bedside table. You lay silently for a moment before you breathing settled and you moved to collect your discarded clothes.

It hit you then that almost no words had been exchanged between them since the left the kitchen. And it was definitely rare but you didn’t really have a problem with it. This had been more than what you wanted and much better too.

JJ’s gruff voice broke the still air.

“C’mon, babe. Stay?”

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Love your hcs!!!! Can I get some for Murdoc? <3

Of course! Thank you so much for your ask, you literally made our day we've been freaking out since we got it! These headcanons are a little all over the place, but we hope you like them ♥ If you liked this, please send us an ask!

tw: Murdoc

Assorted Murdoc Headcanons

is a midnight snacker and likes to snack especially after sex

will cook an actual meal at 1 a.m.

an actual meal meaning kraft mac and cheese

he loves driving but has terrible road rage

but most of the time he doesn't have a license because of his DUIs

because he can't drive, you have to drive him around, and he is the WORST BACKSEAT DRIVER

he yells nonstop

"Take the left"

"Google says to go straight"

"Who is smarter me or google?"

he puts his shoes up on the dash and leaves dirt there

he is always late everywhere "it's fashionable, love"

he blasts music too, so loud you can't hear the GPS, so loud he broke the speakers

he will talk about how he is better than what is playing unless it's David Bowie

he sings along loud too

if the music isn't making you deaf, then he is

he loves to fuck with the buttons in the car, always moving the windows up and down and adjusting his seat

sometimes you gotta put him in the backseat with the child lock on so he will stop moving the windows and opening the doors while you're driving

he also tries to GRAB THE WHEEL WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING

one time you had to use a dog collar to leash him to the backseat so he won't climb into the front and TOUCH THE STEERING WHEEL

he doesn't mind the collar because he's a kinky bastard

"babe make the collar tighter babe"

"Murdoc shut up I'm literally trying to drive"

he sticks his head out of the window like a dog

if the other cars are bad drivers he will stick his head out and yell at them and you gotta drag him back in like cyborg noodle in stylo

he cracks dad jokes and they are really bad

"Wanna grab lunch? Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm Murdoc!"

cue the sound of everyone groaning cuz it's the third time he's said that joke today

We thought long and hard about what his ice cream order would be and we decided on:

a waffle cone since he likes to use his tongue 🥵

fruity flavours like rainbow sherbet, cotton candy, and definitely piña colada

he tops it all off with whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry

He does the thing where he ties the stem of the cherry to really show off what his tongue does 😏

Ficlet

"Murdoc, this is a bad idea... You don't even like chocolate!" You really didn't think that bringing your boyfriend to an ice cream shop would become this intense.

"Love, bad idea is my middle name." He licked his lips and turned to the cashier. "I want to do the banana split challenge."

The cashier was in shock. The Banana split challenge has never been successfully completed. Many have tried and many were fools. "Are you sure you want to try it, sir? You only get five minutes..."

"No, Murdoc, this is insane. We have to go meet the band after this for dinner. This will spoil your appetite!" You tugged on his arm, trying to break the determined stare he was giving the challenge advert.

"Garçon," he said with a bad french accent and too much flair, "bring me the banana!"

All the other patrons were looking at you two now. Whispers filling the air. "Not the challenge..." "He has so much still to live for..." "Another gone too soon..." "What is a banana..."

You took the table for two by the window since Murdoc wanted "the pedestrians to know of my greatness!" You ate your scoop while he waited for the server to prepare the dish, trying to avoid the gazes of those looking at you and your green man.

"Now, let's talk strategy." Murdoc reached out his hand in a gimme motion. Usually, that hand gesture meant that he had a new lyric to write down and that he needed your purse notebook, however this time, he started to sketch his enemy. "I say I eat the banana first. Give the ice cream time to melt so that I won't spend so long trying to break off pieces, yeah?"

"I mean, I guess, but wouldn't liquid ice cream take up more room in your stomach than solid?" You pointed out.

"Love, if the ice cream is solid, I'll have a brain freeze!"

"That only happens to people with brains, you should be fine."

"You wound me."

When the banana float arrived, it was monstrous. Even though Murdoc may act like a child, they used adult sized portions.

The whole thing may as well be bigger than your head. You stared wide-eyed as they placed it down on the table with an audible thud. Murdoc, however, only seemed to grow even more excited. “You’re really doing this?” you looked at him with the last bit of hope that maybe he’d just give up.

“I am.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh shut up.” You listened as the employee who brought out the ice cream quickly explained the rules of the little competition one last time. 5 minutes. Finish the ice cream. Then finally, they set the timer.

Murdoc wasted no time, immediately working through the ice cream. It was, quite a sight, you thought. Like a little kid presented with dessert, eating as fast as they could. It was actually very amusing. Kinda gross, but still amusing. He tried his best to go along with his plan, moving the ice cream around to eat the banana first. It seemed though, that he did not account for how fast he could eat the banana. “It’s still so frozen.” he pouted as he tried to scoop off bits of ice cream, breaking the scoops up in what you assumed to be an attempt to melt it faster.

“It’s ice cream, Mudz. I don’t know what you expected.”

“Ha ha.” he rolled his eyes at you, then turning back to the huge bowl in front of him he committed to just eating the incredibly cold, and still not liquid, ice cream.

He ate all that a lot faster than you expected him to. You could only imagine the brain freeze, or how cold that would feel on your teeth. Murdoc seemed unfazed though. He powered through. And you weren’t sure if it was a surprise to you or not, he finished on time. You were shocked he ate all that in so little time but the more you thought about it, was it really that surprising? This is Murdoc we’re talking about here. When the timer went off, the employees came out to cheer for him, and the other patrons as well. Apparently, no one had ever done that before. Murdoc however, had pushed the large bowl away from him and had his head laying face down on the table.

“Mudz? You alright?”

“Brain freeze.” he groaned back at you, but he still didn’t lift his head.

“Oh you poor thing. You’ll live.” you rolled your eyes at him, but he still didn’t move. “Come on, you beat your challenge, we gotta go now.” you stood up and walked around the table to his side, nudging him slightly.

“Noooo it’s so bad, love, you have no idea.”

“Babe, I’ve had brain freeze before.”

“Not like this.”

You rolled your eyes at him again, not that it did much as he was barely looking at you. “You did this to yourself.”

“I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying.”

“I am.” You stared down at him, and after a moment, decided it was enough of his whining. “Ok, we’re going now, let’s go.” You pulled him up by his shoulders, then dragged him up the rest of the way. The whole time he complained and whined. He really was a child. The whining continued as you dragged him out of the shop, out to the parking lot and into the car. Constant mumbling of “brain freeze” and “love it hurts so bad” had you wanting to laugh at him if it weren’t for the fact that you were the one putting up with him. Even in the car, his whining continued.

“Murdoc you’ve been whining about your damn brain freeze longer than that stupid challenge even lasted.”

“Cuz it hurts.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? I told you not to eat all that.”

“Alright, mom.”

“Ugh” His whining continued on and on for what seemed like forever to you. You blocked it out after a while. Then suddenly, he just stopped. “Hey babe,” he said, and you looked over at him to see him staring at you with a shit-eating grin. Well, that was a change in mood.

“Yeah?” you asked him, almost cautiously.

“I won that challenge.” Oh. That’s where he was going.

You sighed, “Yeah, you did.”

“Told you I could.”

“Mhm.”

“I think that calls for celebration. And also, an apology from you love. For doubting me.” You looked at him again to see him wiggling his eyebrows, one of those signature Murdoc smirks on his face.

“You’re gross.”

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Cecilia

Word Count: 8k

Requested? Nope, but you always can here :)

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A/N: Yay, 70s! Harry is here :D I love it and I hope you do too my loves. And quick note, the song Cecilia by Simon & Garfunkel is basically the anthem of this piece, (*ahem* note the title) so maybe give it a listen while reading or before or after, whatever works! *nose boops*

Murder is the biggest extreme anyone could ever commit. It’s crazy to ever want to kill someone, to wrap your hands around someone’s throat, to stab them in the heart or the back, or maybe put a bullet between their eyes.

It’s extreme.

Yet, Y/N had every urge to murder Harry.

Her night was going just fine. It was going exactly how she wanted, and it was going to end exactly how she wanted. Danny was a super nice guy, a super handsome guy, and was exactly who she wanted between her legs in just a few hours time.

Fleetwood Mac was blaring over the speakers of the crowded club and Y/N was enjoying her third beer of the night as Danny held himself against her, placing sloppy kisses up the side of her neck while she circled her bottom against his groin. 

It was going extremely well until Danny said he was going to get himself another drink. Then the moment one body left her, another soon joined. One, that wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Harry! Back off!” Y/N groaned, pushing his hands off her hips. She noticed him earlier in the night when she and Danny walked in but she quickly avoided any contact with him the moment her eyes laid on him, praying to herself that he never spots her.

Clearly, luck wasn’t on her side when the curly-haired, green-eyed nuisance looked down at her with that infamous smirk. “You should be happy to see me. I’m here to save y’life.”

“Save my life? By cock blocking me?” She huffed, trying to step around him but was stopped when he grabbed her by the waist and turned her back to his front. The button-front of his white shirt was held together by two buttons near the bottom, his revealed chest pressed to the skin of her back as his jeans rubbed friction against the soft material of her skirt.

“He could be a serial killer for all you know. Plus, I’m practically begging you to have my cock, so what do you need his for?” He murmured into her ear, slowly starting to sway themselves to the rhythm of the song playing. Y/N could feel the growing tent in his jeans as they rocked, her breath slightly hitching in her throat when she thought about all of their past… adventures with one another. But that’s all it was; their past.

Y/N saw Harry more often than not, but the last time they had sex was well over a month ago, and she figured he’d get the hint by this point that she wasn’t interested anymore. He’s made it obvious that he wasn’t done with her, but she doesn’t settle for too long and she needs a new taste every so often. And she’s young, she doesn’t have this desire to situate herself with one man no matter how desperate he acts. 

Licking her lips and turning her head to her right to meet his eyes, their noses slightly sweep together as their breaths mingle over one another. “You’re old news, H, get real,” she hissed, her eyes raking over his features as he looks past her and into the deep crowd of the dance floor ahead of them. When she moved to remove herself from his grip, he held her back, one of his hands coming up to the back of her head and pressing his mouth down onto hers in a heated kiss.

She almost got lost in it, and almost let him have his way as she could feel her panties dampen the moment his tongue slipped past her lips. But then she heard, “Y/N?” and her mind reeled her back into reality and she pushed away from Harry in a second, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked to Danny who held a confused look in his eyes before he scoffed and turned back around.

“Wait!” She called, quickly turning around to Harry and sneering at him, “You saw him there didn’t you? Leave me the fuck alone.” And without even thinking about it she poured the remainder of her beer over his pants, dropping the bottle at his feet before running off to try and amend what she could with Danny.

When she finally pushed past the final group of bodies and made it outside into the warm Spring night air, she spotted Danny storming over to his car at the end of the parking lot, ignoring her pleas to stop walking. He looked over his shoulder one final time and shook his head before getting into his burnt orange Cadillac Eldorado and speeding off and away from her. Y/N let out a whine, stomping her platform heel into the ground.

Ever since she saw him stroll into her sociology class at the beginning of the semester she knew she wanted him. Not for long, but at least for one memorable night. Every class she noticed the way his eyes raked up the length of her legs and landed on her chest beneath the fabric of her shirts, so it was obvious he wanted her just as bad. But she had a serious roach problem, and she was moments away from snapping completely and snapping his neck.

Marching over to the nearest payphone, she called her roommate to come pick her up with a series of pleas and bargains since it was nearly one in the morning, and unfortunately for her roommate, she has an early morning Friday class. She didn’t expect to be stranded at this hour and she didn’t bring enough cash for a cab ride home. It’s not like Sarah would say no to her, but she sure as hell wasn’t happy about it either.

Sitting herself down on the curb below her, Y/N stretched out her legs in front of her, pulling a cigarette from her purse and her yellow lighter, putting the stick between her lips and inhaling the nicotine as she drew the flame against the tip. She was getting real sick of Harry thinking he could swoop in whenever he deemed necessary. Where was all this affection when they first started seeing each other? He was the one who pushed her away and turned her into who she is. He was the one that told her college and her early adulthood was about indulging in as many people as she can before she had to settle her life away. And now he changed his mind? 

Well, tough shit.

She was tempted to storm back in there and curse him out and knee him where the sun doesn’t shine, but truth be told, she wouldn’t even handle seeing his face again without seeing red or breaking down. This wasn’t the first time he crashed a date of hers, and she just couldn’t understand why he was so insistent on chasing her down. She doesn’t even understand how he always knows where she is, and if he shows up again she’s filing for a restraining order.

They met last year, right around this time when Sarah’s boyfriend, Mitch brought him over to their apartment for a little party. And before he came crashing into her life, she had herself somewhat together, in a happy relationship with her boyfriend of a few months. People like Harry that sleep around with anyone they can were never anyone she interested herself in hanging around. Then he swooped her off her feet, coaxing her to break up with her uptight boyfriend to live her free life, and eventually into his bed. 

Y/N told herself that was going to be the only time, because Harry was bad news, and everyone knew that, and she knew better than to get caught up in his messy life. But, he’s one hell of a sweet talker and whenever he was near she just knew she’d end up right back in his bed after getting out of it that same morning. Then she wanted more and he didn’t. And for some odd reason, the roles have reversed and she couldn’t be bothered to be in a relationship anymore. Especially with him.

Sucking the last bit of her remaining cigarette into her mouth, she dropped it to the street, stomping on it with her heel, picturing it to be Harry’s face instead. She’d already been out here for about fifteen minutes, and she’s surprised he hasn’t come running after her with his drenched pants. She saw his familiar light pink Plymouth sitting across the street, images of them together in the backseat flashing across her eyes before she closes her eyes and shakes her head as if rattling her brain will cause the memories to fly from her skull.

Noticing Sarah at the red light down the road, Y/N stood up, brushing the debris off her skirt and legs, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout as she sulked in tonight’s failure. When Sarah pulled up to the curb, Y/N opened the door, and as if she wasn’t being punished already, she heard Sarah say, “Hi, Harry.”

Snapping her head over her shoulder to the entrance of the bar behind her, Harry was walking out, car keys in his hand as his other ruffled his short curls. Then a petite blonde trailed after him, tripping over her own feet as a giggle left her thin lips, her nails digging into the skin of his arm as she steadied herself. Y/N’s jaw snapped shut after she realized it had dropped open at the sight, her eyebrows furrowing as she imagined stomping on Harry’s foot just like she did with the cigarette butt.

“Oh, so you get to fuck someone, but I can’t?”

“Y/N-”

“Hey, I wouldn’t waste your time on him! It’s really small, and he lasts maybe two minutes tops before he passes out,” she called to the blonde who’s smile wiped from her face in an instant. She scoffed, pushing Harry away from her before leaving his side and heading back in the busy bar. Y/N’s sure she’ll find someone else better and more suiting.

Harry looked to Y/N in disbelief and then to the spot next to him that’s now vacant, and then to Sarah who was rapidly beeping her horn to get her roommate into the car. “What the fuck was that?”

“Karma’s a bitch, asshole,” Y/N sneers, hopping into the car and telling Sarah to step on it.

What goes around, simply comes around.

❊ ❊

A week had gone by and, this time Y/N, Sarah, Mitch, and a few more friends were out. It was a celebratory night that finals week had finally been completed, and a few of them were due for graduation. 

Unfortunately for Y/N, Harry had been strung along for the night as well, but this time around, they were both ignoring each other for the sake of not being thrown out of the bar. When she saw his face pull up outside in his oh so precious car, it took everything in her to not fake an illness and go home. 

There was something about his smug face greeting her friends that had her knocking back shots of tequila quicker than she could blink. They also have some unspoken challenge going on as they continuously flirted their way around the copious amounts of young men and women, eyeing the other to see if they were watching. 

Y/N had actually noticed Danny in the crowd on the dance floor, worming her way over to him to say hello and to see if he still hated her. When she saw him in sociology the last few classes he avoided her when she sat down a few seats from him, and she couldn’t help but feel a little hurt at his now evident rejection. But, with alcohol running in both of their systems she hoped he had changed his mind even just for the one night.

Danny looked to her with a bored expression, hardly listening to a thing she had to say before interrupting her little spiel with a scoff, “Y/N, he told me everything and I don’t want to hear it.”

She froze up at that, pulling her head back in confusion as her brows scrunched together. “What do you mean, told you everything?”

“Look, I’m not a rebound okay? If you wanted to have sex because you like me, cool, I’m down; but I’m not having sex with you just to make him jealous or some shit. I got better things to do, sorry,” and then he patted her on the shoulder before walking away and out of her sight. 

Completely dumbfounded and embarrassed to have been rejected so publicly, Y/N turned on her heel and walked back to the table that her friends were sat at, a puzzled looking face nestled on her features. But, when she made eye contact with Harry who had his eyes dead set on her over the brim of his beer bottle, a little smirk peaking out and taunting her, she stomped over and slammed her hands down on the table in front of him, jolting the whole table to look at her. Harry was hardly fazed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“What the fuck did you tell him?” She gritted out, leaning her face close to his. 

Again, he hardly had a reaction, jutting his tongue out to lick his lips. “Tell who, what?”

Huffing at his nonchalant attitude, she pulled on the collar of his printed shirt, their noses grazing. If she weren’t so angry, she’d say this was a pretty intimate moment as they kept their eyes locked on one another, their breaths mingling together as their mouths were only centimetres apart. In all honesty, they forgot they had friends just seats apart from them ogling the situation with worry.

To them, it looked like Y/N was about to twist his head in a full one-eighty. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, Styles! You’re not my father, stop trying to act like it,” she spat, pushing him back aggressively against his chair and storming away, again. If anything, she was more mad at the fact that she let him get under her skin again. She should just go up to any guy she chooses and kiss him hard on the lips to prove a point - but instead she’s biting her lip to refrain from screaming into the night and letting the pesky tears welling up in her eyes fall onto her skin. 

The bar wasn’t too far from her apartment this time, and she’d rather walk than ruin Sarah’s night anymore than she already did because of her dramatic ways. Not that she could really drive anyway since she was just knocking back tequila not even ten minutes ago. Maybe when she’s sober she’ll grow a tougher exterior and not let Harry get to her, but as she regains her balance after stumbling in her heels, she’ll sulk and cry the whole way home, and probably as she tucks herself into her sheets.

“Y/N!” Harry called after her, but she flipped him off over her shoulder as she continued her journey down the sidewalk.

Hearing the quickening pace of footsteps behind her, Y/N wiped at her eyes quickly to remove any traces of a broken heart. Feeling a tug on her bicep, she was whipped around to face his sorrowful face, his free hand immediately coming up to wipe the tears away from her eyes that seemed to betray her. ��I... I’m sorry.”

She couldn’t help but let out a small pitiful laugh at that, looking away from him and watching the cars pass them by. “Just leave me alone, Harry.”

“Y/N, hey,” he paused, cupping his face in his large palms, trying to get her to look at him. “Baby, please look at me.”

“I’m not your baby,” she hissed, turning to look at him with a scowl.

“Got ya to look at me though, didn’t it?”

It was safe to say Y/N wasn’t amused, biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. Harry nodded, realizing now wasn’t the time for joking, looking to his feet for a split second before bringing his eyes up to look at the crescent moon above them, letting out a puff of air before speaking up again. “Let’s split. Just you and me, let me make it up to you for being an ass.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in a fit of fury, her mouth dropping open in a gasp, “I’m not having sex with you! Are you ins-”

“No! M’fucking hungry and want a real meal, not the shit this joint serves. And we need to talk, so join me?” He clarifies, dropping his hands back down to his sides and propping them on his hips as he awaits her answer.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she contemplates her choices. She really doesn’t want to be alone with him, but she’s also starving and if he’s paying then there’s no use in turning down free food. Mulling it over for a few moments, she eventually nods her head in a soft agreeance, causing a bright smile to flash across his face.

“Alright, let’s go to Debby’s, her burgers always taste better late at night.” And with that, he was tossing his arm over her shoulders and tugging her to his side as they walked in sync to Debby’s Diner a few blocks over. They both had been drinking and figured it probably wasn’t safe to drive just yet, plus it was a really nice night, and the moon looked extra bright surrounded by its little star friends.

❊ ❊

It was insanely awkward. 

Probably more awkward then when they first had sex, and even that wasn’t this bad. Maybe it’s because they’ve never really had any heart-to-heart chats and this was new territory they weren’t exactly used to. 

“Cecilia” by Simon & Garfunkel flowed through the empty diner, filling the tense air that could be cut with a knife. Y/N mindlessly hummed along, sipping on her strawberry milkshake, looking anywhere but at the man in front of her. 

“You like this song?” Harry questioned, balling the paper straw wrapper before stretching it back out and then just squishing it again. 

Licking the whip cream from the tip of her nose, Y/N nodded her head, “It’s nice.”

“It describes us.”

She looked at him confused, “Excuse me?”

“I don’t like seeing you with anyone else,” he shrugged, leaning his elbows on the metal table, tossing his straw wrapper to the side. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone, ever, and I just get so tee’d off every time I see you out with someone that isn’t me.”

“That isn’t fair, Harry, and you know it,” she scoffs, leaning back into the booth, and crossing her arms over her chest. “Where was this months ago? When I wanted to be with you?

Poking his tongue at the inside of his cheek and swiping it across his bottom lip to reach the other side, Harry let out a sigh, running his hands over his face and through his hair. He can’t exactly pinpoint when he had a change of heart, or why for that matter, but he did and that’s all that’s important. He remembers her lying beside him, fingers dancing over the skin of his chest while her one leg was hitched over his waist as her exposed breasts were pressed flush against his side. She had asked him if they could be more than just fuck buddies and he easily turned her down in a way that wasn’t too aggressive but made it known he wasn’t one for girlfriends. 

At first Y/N was okay with that, not wanting to hop into a relationship so suddenly after just leaving one, but then she wanted more. There’s something about Harry, the way he presents himself to the world, not giving a shit about anything yet at the same time being so caring towards everyone. Whenever she saw him her heart would flutter, and heat would flood her body at the thought of getting to kiss him and hold him and have sex with him whenever she wants. But, he didn’t see it that way, at least not at first, and Y/N couldn’t put herself through the heartache anymore. So, she broadened her horizons, and put Harry in her past, making him just a friend.

Then his mysterious change of heart became evident, and he’s been hellbent on getting back into her good graces. It’s clear it was sparked by jealousy, but Harry wasn’t so sure that was the only reason anymore. Desire to have her as his, to make her smile all the time, to see her pretty face everyday of his life fueled his need for her. He loathed the idea of any other guy touching her, but he reveled in the idea of her touching him, whether it be sexually or just by holding hands. 

Harry didn’t realize it at first, but when she started pushing him away and going out with different guys from her classes, he knew he was starting to fall in love with her. He grew so used to the idea of Y/N being around and not hating him that without even noticing, he was falling in love with her.

So, if he needs to actually get on his knees to beg for her, then he will.

“I’m just asking for one more chance. Let me prove to ya I’m not so bad, pet,” he spoke softly reaching out to grab ahold of her hand but she pulled her hand away from his reach, biting down on her lower lip and thinking over his words.

“You made it near impossible for me to know anyone else for your own selfish purposes, and now, what, you want to go on a date with me? Why should I?” Y/N stressed, combing her fingers through the roots of her hair, tangling the makeshift curls she spent all day perfecting.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. It started off as jealousy, I hated knowing other guys were putting their hands on you like I did, it just didn’t sit right with me-”

“But you were allowed to go out with Cindy? And Jenny? And Katherine? You have sex with me a few times and all of a sudden I’m only allowed to be with you even after you tell me you don’t want a relationship?” She spits, tilting her head slightly and glaring daggers into the side of his face as he looked off to the side to gather his thoughts.

Y/N wanted a better answer than jealousy. She wanted a better excuse than some pitiful jealousy that made her look like a pure whore in front of every date she had been on. Harry always swooped in when her date scurried off for a bathroom break or to get drinks or a refill on popcorn, holding her close and kissing her swiftly on the lips when he knew the date would catch them. It was his go-to plan every time, and each time before they left her ass, they would spit slander at her that had her stomach sinking and her eyes brimming with pesky tears. She wanted a better excuse than stupid jealousy that had her feeling like complete and utter shit whenever she ducked under her covers and cried away her pain.

She really liked Harry. She still does, even though he doesn’t deserve that. Whenever he did crash her outings, even though it pissed her off beyond belief, she knew he was jealous and jealousy stems from him caring about her and wanting her, and that excited her, as messed up as it seems. It’s not exactly the most stable mentality, but Y/N doesn’t care about stability, she just cares for honesty. “Be straightforward for once, please. You can’t say you don’t see yourself in a relationship with anyone, then hate seeing me with other people.”

He nodded his head and took a breath before beginning, “I don’t know how to properly express my feelings. I’ve had girlfriends but I always wind up breaking their hearts and they all end up hating me, so I think I’m better off without one. You don’t deserve for me to break your heart, baby, but I’m too selfish to let y’go. So, whaddya say, just one more chance, please?”

“Newsflash, I already do hate you, you prick,” Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning forward to take another sip of her half drunken milkshake. She was even bold enough to steal one of his fries and dip it into the sugar trap, happily munching on it as she processes what he just told her. 

Harry watched her as she looked deep in thought, biting on the tip of her straw as she sucked up the remains of her pink drink. He was nervous to what she was gonna say, because he knows he’s been an asshole and most definitely doesn’t deserve her kindness and rather deserves a slap to the face. When she poured her drink over his jeans, he was surprised she didn’t kick him in the nuts too. But, deep down he was praying that she would at least give him a try, and if she still wants to kick him in the nuts, he’ll let her.

Eating one more fry, Y/N refocuses her attention back on Harry, clearing her throat to say, “So you were jealous. What exactly was it that made you jealous? Was it the idea of them touching me? Kissing me? Or, how about them fuc-”

“Okay! That’s enough!” he scowled, taking the cherry from her shake and biting down on it, removing it from the stem. Y/N laughed, brushing the crumbs from the fries off of her fingers.

Then a brief moment of silence enveloped them, before she spoke up again, “Don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“So, that’s a yes?” He smiles, relief running through his veins as his body relaxes from all of the unknown tension he put on himself.

“It’s a yes.”

❊ ❊ 

Ever since Y/N agreed to giving Harry his chance at proving he’s not a total asshole, he hasn’t left her side. He’s been showing up to her apartment, serenading her to take a drive with him every morning to go to this park just outside of the city, showering her in flowers and breakfast foods to win her over.

And when she had to go to work, he offered to drop her off and pick her up, not wanting her to take the bus like she used to. “Too many looneys out in the world, pet.”

It was just past two weeks from their night at Debby’s Diner, and with time, Y/N was starting to warm back up to him. It was a process considering how they treated each other for months on end, but everyday without fail, Y/N was glad to see him. He wasn’t trying to make passes at her, no sexual innuendos or insinuations that they should sleep together, just two people building up a friendship that had been worn down.

It was a warm Friday night, and Harry insisted they go see a movie at the newly opened drive in a few towns over. They were showcasing The Godfather, a movie on both of their lists to watch, so he figured what better time and place to go see it. For the first half of the movie they sat in a comfortable silence, eating their snacks and popcorn and sipping on their sodas, but then Y/N grew restless with this whole no talking situation, shifting her body to look at Harry rather than Marlon Brando.

Harry paused in his chewing, turning his head to look at her confusedly as she just stared at him. He felt like he had done something wrong as he slowly swallowed his candy, muttering a “What?”

“Why haven’t you tried to kiss me?”

Harry’s eyes widen at the question, his lips rolling into his mouth as his eyes blink rapidly, wondering if he heard that correctly. “Sorry?”

“It’s been over two weeks and you’ve made no moves to kiss me or to have sex, and I’m just confused,” she states, her fingers twiddling in her lap as nerves struck her.

Y/N was just simply confused. Because she’s known Harry for a while, and she knows how he works either with her or with other women. His never ending libido and flirtatious attitude was one of the strongest assets of his personality, not that it was a bad thing, but when he wasn’t acting the way he normally does, Y/N grew more and more confused. Every time he came in on one of her dates, he would kiss her and hold her, and try to get her come home with him, but now as she sits on a date with him, he’s acting like the fucking virgin Mary.

This doesn’t mean she wants him to pounce on her and rip her clothes off every moment they’re together, but there’s this recurring anxious thought flashing through her mind that maybe he doesn’t see her like that anymore. It doesn’t make sense since he won’t leave her side, but she’s wondering if there’s something wrong with her for him to not act like he usually does.

“Is it me? Be straightforward, did I do something?” She murmured, tugging on the hem of her dress that had ridden up from her moving around on the leather seat. “Because, normally by this point you’d be trying to get your hand up my skirt.”

Harry sat and looked at her for a moment, bringing his hand up to pull at his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. Then he let out a giggle that had Y/N spiraling into more confusion as he shook his head mockingly.

“Do you want me to put my hand up your skirt?” He questioned, smacking his hand down on her thigh, giving the flesh of her skin a firm squeeze that had her yelp in response. On instinct, she pushed his prying fingers away, but immediately regretted it since his touch lit a fire stirring in her belly.

“Look, bunny, the thought of fucking you has been at the front of mind ever since you showed up in that tiny little number, but I’m trying to do this right. Need to prove that I don’t want you just for y’body,” he explained, this time resting his hand gently on her exposed thigh, to which she didn’t shove away.

Y/N nodded her head slowly in understanding, pursing her lips as her eyes glanced back at the movie being showcased ahead of them. “What’s going through that head of yours?” He asked, tucking back a piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail.

Turning her head back to face him, their faces suddenly were only inches part, their noses barely brushing together. Y/N gulped at the proximity, her eyes going back forth between his sparkling green ones, before glancing down to his pink lips that she bets taste like the buttery popcorn he was just devouring.

Without so much of a second thought, she leaned forward pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss, sparks tingling her skin as he didn’t move to break them apart. Instead, he locked one of his hands to the side of her face, pulling her in closer, moving their lips in a slow manner, taking his time to appreciate the true softness of her skin that he had taken for granted whenever they shared heated kisses.

Y/N scooted herself on her knees across the bench, landing on his lap in a straddle, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, deepening the intimacy of the moment. Nothing about this moment seemed rushed, and it was probably the most tame they had ever been with one another even if their hips began rocking together to gain friction in their cores.

They could’ve stayed like that for hours, completely engulfed in the other, tongues dancing together, trails of spit keeping them connected as they would part to catch their breaths before indulging in another round of making out. Harry’s hands kept themselves nestled nicely on the curves of her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh and most likely leaving bruises in his wake. Y/N lightly tugged at the roots of his hair, pulling his head back from her to trail sloppy kisses down the length of his neck. She even was bold enough to mark his skin with a decently sized hickey; It was only payback for the countless he’s left on her multiple times before and the few he sucked this night.

Departing from his mouth, she rested her forehead on his and took in a couple deep breaths, biting on her bottom lip as she let out a breathy laugh. “That was what was going through my head.”

“Fuck, you’re out of sight, Y/N.”

❊ ❊ 

They still haven’t had sex.

Y/N was overjoyed at first that he wanted to treat her like a proper gentleman, waiting until she was comfortable around him again to make any advances. But, after they shared that kiss from a month beforehand, she was definitely worried something was wrong with him. 

They had done other things, but every time they were just moments away from actual sex, he would pull away and say it wasn’t the right time or place. It was the most extreme case of blue balls, and she doesn’t even have balls. The weird part was that she could feel how hard he would get every time, but he always kept himself at bay.

It was nice at first, but now it’s just plain cruel.

Y/N didn’t want to act desperate, but he was being the ultimate tease and she didn’t know how much longer she could take this. She almost tempted him when they went to a festival and they were both high off their minds. Yet, even under the influence he had a stronghold and resisted the flirty bat of her eyelashes and the stellar handjob he got behind someone’s Volkswagen van.

Now as she sat in his lap, surrounded by friends in her apartment since Sarah and Mitch were having another one of their little parties, she was determined to have sex. Y/N finished off the remainder of her drink, purposefully rubbing her ass against Harry’s groin as she leaned forward to place her cup on the table in front of them. A little hiss could be heard leaving his lips as his fingers dug into her waist, giving her a silent warning to not do anything she’s gonna regret.

Little did he know, that was exactly what she wanted. At this point, she didn’t even care if they fucked in front of everyone, she just really wanted him. Looking over her shoulder, she sent him an innocent look before engaging in conversation with the boy almost completely passed out beside them. And again on purpose, she shifted her body against his thigh, which then in turn pressed her butt on his growing bulge.

While she was talking to Ben - she found out his name - Harry pulled her back against his chest, his mouth pressing against the shell of her ear, warm air fanning over her skin, chills shooting down her spine. “What’re y’trying to do, bunny?”

When she ignored his question, she felt him nip at her ear with his teeth, murmuring, “Act like a tease, gonna get fucked like one,” into her hair, groping at her exposed thigh.

Cursing to herself as Ben gets up to get another drink, she turns her face to look at Harry, bringing a hand up to push a few fallen curls off his forehead. Leaning close to him, she placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips replying back with, “Doubt it,” in a feisty tone, bringing her head back to smile at him before getting up from his lap and sauntering off to make conversation with anyone else.

Looking over her shoulder, she watched him spread his legs, elbows leaning on them as he lit a cigarette now between his lips. He cocked his head with a raise of his eyebrow, challenging her to try anything else. He couldn’t exactly blame her for acting the way she is, because like usual, he knows he’s been an asshole and not giving her what she wants. But, in his eyes, all of this built up frustration will only enhance the experience for both of them after not fucking for months.

“What the hell is going on between you two?” Sarah whispered in Y/N’s ear, casually following her eyes to see Harry looking at the little group on the opposite side of the room.

Y/N took the cigarette from her friend’s hands, inhaling deeply and giving it back, blowing the stream of smoke from her nose as she shrugged. “Nothing. Just putting him in his place.”

“I don’t think he got the memo,” she teased back, raising her eyebrows as a gesture that he was walking over. Then without fail, Y/N felt a tug on her upper arm and her back collided with a chest. 

“Mind if I steal my girl for a second?” He asked the group to which he got shrugs in return and one person to say Think it’ll be more than a second.

Sarah waved goodbye to Y/N as she was being pulled away, doing a sign of the cross and praying hands to say she was in her prayers. Y/N rolled her eyes but mouthed a thank you anyway. Before she could comprehend, she was tugged into the bathroom, the door slamming behind her as her back was shoved against it, Harry’s hands landing on either side of her head, his face mere centimetres from hers.

Y/N smirked up at him, gently brushing her nose against his, a sinister look dancing across her eyes. “Y’know, you could’ve just taken us to my bedroom,” she hummed, dragging her finger nail down the length of his exposed chest, stopping where the first button was closed just under his butterfly tattoo on his abdomen.

“What d’ya think is gonna happen, pet?” He murmured into the skin of her neck, peppering soft kisses up until he met her jawline then worked his way back down.

“You’re gonna stop being a tease and fuck me already,” she retorted in a gasp as his one hand came up to grope at her tit in her halter top. His head came back up to level with hers, green eyes boring into hers as he tilts his head in the same challenging manner from before.

“Is that so?”

“Well, if you’re not gonna do it then I’ll get someone who will.”

Then it was like a switch was flipped in his brain, and his eyes darkened, and a devilish smile painted his face before he took her face and smashed his mouth onto hers. His hands grabbed under her thighs and hoisted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, his front grinding on her center feverishly, both of them letting out light moans at the contact.

“We both know you’re not gonna do that,” Harry muttered between kisses, his left hand leaving her thigh and cupping her throbbing heat over her panties, his palm pressing against her clit and his fingers tapping at the pool of wetness forming on the white fabric. Y/N’s jaw slacked open, her eyes fluttering shut at the slight relief he was giving her. “No one can give it to you like I can, baby.”

Before she could utter out a response, he pushed her underwear to the side before thrusting his middle finger into her fully lubricated hole. He pumped it in slowly, teasing her walls and ignoring her pleas for more, “Admit it, no one can treat you like I can.”

Then he added his ring finger, fastening his movements against her fluttering pussy. “None of those candyasses gave it to you like I did.”

“Every time you were with them you wished it was me. C’mon, Y/N, be straightforward,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting his fingers in at a brutal force, the heel of his palm rubbing harsh circles against her bundle of nerves that had her crying out in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck... O-only you can - shit, Harry please,” she cried out, her ankles locking behind his back and pulling him impossibly closer to her body, her head knocking against the wooden door behind her.

Harry slowed his movements for a moment, bringing his other hand up to her mouth and trying to block the sounds she was emitting at an extremely high pitch. She whined into his hand, bucking her hips to build the friction back up, the familiar feeling of her high dissipating as he stilled himself. “Y/N, you’re gonna ‘ave to be quiet. Don’t want anyone hearing you. Those pretty moans are reserved for my ears only.”

Just to be sure she stayed quiet, instead of muffling her with his palm, he stuck his thumb between her lips, pressing down on her tongue and ordering her to suck. It took a lot of control to not push his jeans and briefs down his body and fuck into her the moment she started swirling her tongue around the tip of his thumb, gently sucking on it and looking at him with her innocent doe eyes. He was determined to get her to come undone now, desperate to see her face morph into one filled with pleasure as he curled his fingers against her sweet spot, thrusting against it continuously. He whispered dirty things into her ear, urging her to cum for him, saying everything she likes to hear that helps her reach her peak quicker.

Y/N’s mouth dropped open again, but this time her moans came out all gurgled and muffled as he kept his thumb right where it was. Her thighs clenched around him as she wanted to close them instinctively, her orgasm building up inside of her until he hit her g-spot one more time and then her body was shaking uncontrollably. Harry helped her to calm down, placing a kiss to her temple and slowly settling her back down on the floor, her legs wobbling a little bit before she regained her balance.

“Need to take you somewhere more private, need to hear you for what else I’m gonna do to you,” he stated before taking her hand and leading her out of the bathroom.

And that’s how they ended up in his car in a deserted parking lot, in his back seat, Y/N on all fours while he thrust into her from behind. The backseat was a bit of a tight fit for the position they were in, but neither of them really seemed to care as they were into a euphoric state of mind.

Harry’s sweaty chest was leaned over and pressing into her back, his face nestled into the crook of her neck as he tugged lightly on her hair in a makeshift ponytail wrapped around his fist. Neither of them were shy about their moans and groans, practically screaming them to the world and putting all pornstars to shame.

Aside from their sounds of pleasure, the steamy car was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against her ass and the squelch of their centers coming together. Harry also left the car radio on to ‘give a nice ambiance while I wreck your pretty little cunt.’

“What -shit, what was that you said about my dick being really small? Or me only lasting two minutes? Could you refresh my memory, bunny?” He snickered into her cheek, delivering a particularly hard thrust into her that had her knees shifting up the leather seat. 

“You’re s-so tight, squeezing down on my big cock just nice. Fit like a glove,” he egged on. He placed his left hand on the wall of his car, stabilizing his balance a little more as he wrapped his other hand around her throat and brought her to a kneel. Y/N’s own hands reached out to balance herself anywhere she could put them,

“D’ya wanna say it again?” he continued to tease, halting his movements, waiting for her to say something back.

Y/N shook her head feverishly, bringing her bottom down against his cock to continue what he paused. “N-no, m’sorry.”

Harry tsked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he released his grip on her throat and flipped them around so she was straddling him now. “Why don’t you put some work in if you want it so bad. Use me, pet, know you can,” he stated with a smack to her bottom that echoed throughout the car.

Y/N never dropped herself down on someone quicker. In one go she sank down on him to the hilt, the tip of his bright red head hitting a spot so deep inside of her. She swiveled her hips in circles, before kneeling up again and then dropping down fully again feeling him at the very pit of her tummy. Her clit brushed against his pubic mound, the tuft of hair rubbing against her swell, urging her orgasm to arrive quicker.

And if that wasn’t enough, Harry leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, kitten licking it and gently nipping at it before sucking on it. He paid close attention to her pert tits, covering her once bare chest in various bites, all while kneading the flesh of her ass, assisting her in her movements and bringing her down on him harder and faster.

“I’m… oh, I’m so cl-close,” Y/N moaned, her head falling to the crevice of his shoulder as he pounded up into her to meet her thrusts.

“Me too, pet. Hold on a little longer f’me,” he spoke, now brutally fucking up into her to get himself to match where she is. Y/N tugged on his hair like he liked, scratching her nails into his skin and muttering words of encouragement like, “Prove to me how wrong I was… Only you can do this to me, baby.”

Then with a few more sloppy thrusts, they were both hitting their highs, cumming so hard that Harry fell limp against the seat and Y/N against him. The long wait for this was definitely worth it as both of them took in gulps of air, meeting their mouths in a lazy kiss in triumph. Despite the ache of her body, Y/N lifted herself off of Harry and landed next to him instead, her head falling against his shoulder again as her eyes fluttered close.

Now, only the hum of the radio could be heard around them, that same Simon & Garfunkel song on like it was at Debby’s all that time ago. Y/N can remember Harry saying it described them, and as she sits here, completely enamored from the man beside her, she could attest to that.

Without knowing it, Harry was looking down at Y/N, humming the tune of the song as he sat in awe of her figure completely worn out next to him.

Jubilation, she loves me again.

[burnedbyshoto]

Buckle Up

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warning: road head, cursing

word count: 3,000

a/n: I was supposed to write this when I was having a denied writers block, but here we are out of it and able to write what i was supposed to!!!! enjoy!!!! also you wanted to be tagged in this @lady-bakuhoe, so good morning jo!!!

edit: ROAD HEAD IS DANGEROUS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT IRL IF YOU WANNA SUCK DICK ON THE ROAD PULL OVER TO THE SIDE!!!!!!! NO HORNINESS IS WORTH DEATH!!!!!

Synopsis: On your way for a weekend getaway, Bakugou is having trouble staying awake, and you have an unconventional way at waking him up.

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“Are they really fucking sleeping right now?”

You turned around in the passenger seat. Humming you looked at the five people currently all knocked out in their seats. Kirishima sat behind the driver’s seat, his head against the door as his mouth was wide and hung open. Mina was in the middle seat, her body draped against Kirishima’s and Jirou’s lap as she snored. Jirou was by the window on your side. Her eyes are tight and closed as she held Mina’s legs, her chest rising and falling as puffs of air left her mouth. In the back seat, Sero and Kaminari were very sprawled in each other’s arms as drool escaped their mouths. Your lips pursed as you turn back around a grin on your face as your boyfriend grips the steering wheel.

“They are,” you confirm Bakugou’s suspicion as he rolls his eyes.

“They said they weren’t going to fall asleep too,” he growls as his foot falls heavier against the gas pedal. “I should crash the goddamn car right now!”

Placing your phone back to where Bakugou could see the directions, you smacked his arm.

“You are not crashing this ‘goddamn car!’” You laugh as your boyfriend rolls his eyes again. “I am not dying because you won’t let Kaminari or me drive.”

“Of course I wasn’t going to trust dunce face to drive the fucking car, he would crash it the second he saw an opening.” Bakugou lies as his head pressed against the headrest. “I’m not letting you drive because the last time that happened you managed to make all four tires go flat.”

“Aw, it’s not because you love me?” You tease as Bakugou glares at you, but the way his cheeks and ears tinge red tell you a different story. “Besides the tire popping wasn’t my fault! Mina dared me to go in reverse on those pikes and mama didn’t raise no pussy.”

“You cried for four months when you had to pay off that bill, dumbass.”

“But I did it, so STILL mama didn’t raise a goddamn pussy!”

Bakugou snorts as his left-hand falls from the wheel placing itself on his lap. You grin at his not so subtle sign of him wanting you to hold his hand. Taking your right hand, you take his in yours and pull it towards you. His hands were forever clammy but they exhausted heat. They were large enough to completely drown yours as you slipped your fingers through his. Placing a kiss to the top of his hand you smiled at the way the car shifted in the lane.

Flustering Bakugou was the highlight of your life.

“‘Suki, I’m so proud of you,” you whisper as the car is silent. The road is empty before you two, nothing else was awake but the moon in the sky. A small questioning grunt emits from Bakugou’s mouth as you turned toward him. Your smile growing as he looks your way. “It’s ten at night and you’re still functioning? My little old man is growing young again!”

Those words made Bakugou tears his hand from yours. His eye twitching as he pivots away from you, his body hunched over the wheel.

Your chuckles were muffled over your hand as Bakugou growled about shitty girlfriends and shitty friends. So-called friends who wouldn’t let him drive during the day.

“It’s a compliment, ‘suki! I usually have to make you excited to have you up until ten!”

“Yeah, because you’re a fucking brat who refuses to do anything until past nine.”

“I may be a brat, but I always give fine rewards.”

“Yeah sure, now shut up, you’re annoying and distracting me.”

It didn’t take very long for Bakugou to start talking to you again. All it took was a small threat of joining the girls in their tent instead of his. So now you sat with your legs on his lap, your hand over his own as he stroked your leg with senseless shapes. Your eyes fall over to the clock, it’s almost midnight and your ass hurts. Shifting in your seat your eyes lock onto Bakugou who is trying to stifle a yawn. His jaw is down as a low breath of air escapes his lips and you move your leg to let him know that you caught him mid-yawn.

“Come on, ‘suki,” you try again. “I’m not tired, please let me drive.”

“I’m not letting you fucking drive, y/n.”

His hand on your leg has stopped moving. The raw heat emitting from his palm burns through your sweats as you glare at him.

“I don’t want to die on the road because of you falling asleep behind the wheel!” You whisper, your tone is deadly as your legs pull from his lap and you lean in close.

“You’re not going to fucking die, shitty woman!” Bakugou sneers as he rolls his head on his shoulders, the muscles popping as he does so. “Like hell, I’d let that… let that happen!”

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend is forcing himself to swallow his yawns now. Bakugou was someone who will push himself to the edge to prove a point, so you weren’t going to let him win. Not in this situation, now or ever.

“Of course you won’t, but you’re yawning and that’s why you’re going to pull over and let me drive. By the time I’m tired Kirishima should be awake again!”

“Fucking make me pull over.”

Your back stiffens as you stare at Bakugou. His vermillion eyes lock on you as long as he can before they shift back onto the road.

Bakugou Katsuki was as wrapped around your little finger as much as you were also wrapped around his. Bakugou Katsuki was also vehement and stubborn but hell, so could you be. His stubbornness concerned not only your wellbeing but everyone currently asleep. Not only that but the health of your boyfriend! So you were going to do everything in your power to get him to pull over. Your fingers trailed to the red button that held your seat belt. And without so much as thinking more about it, your finger pressed down on it.

“There’s a gas station in eight kilometers, I’ll get out to stretch if that’ll make you hap— what the fuck are you doing?!” Bakugou’s eyes are on you as you slip the belt from your shoulder, shifting closer to him. “Y/n, this isn’t fucking funny, put your goddamn seat belt on!”

“Make me,” you whisper as your lips meet his jaw.

Bakugou stills as your mouth caresses his skin your lips trailing down his throat which is strained under your touch. Fact number one, Bakugou was a sucker for neck kisses. Your hands shook slightly as your body swayed with the movement of the car. The continuous snoring of your friends in the back seat made your heart race as your teeth nibble at his caramel tasting skin. Your hands trailed down his chest that heaved with quickened breaths. The way his hands gripping the wheel as you reached his naval making you whimper. Fact number two, Bakugou’s eyes always flutter close when your fingers graze his inner thigh.

“Y/n…” Bakugou whines as quiet as he can as his shoulder tries boxing you out. “Stop.”

His tone is warning but you know that these actions are frying his brain. As you huff against a hickie you formed on his skin, you pull away as you press against his arm. “Pull over now.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Fine,” you sigh as your fingers unbuckle his own seat belt.

“Y-Y/n!” His voice shakes despite him snapping and the car swerves. “Don’t fucking do that!”

“You said I had to make you pull over,” you smirk as your fingers hook in the waistline of his baggy grey sweats. “I have to make you do it.”

“Fucking wait seven kilometers,” he grits as you shrug.

“Oh I don't think I can,” you sigh as you get his sweat pants down his thigh. You’re met with his grey underwear, your fingers brushing on top of his now growing hard bulge as he groans lowly. “Better keep quiet love, we don’t wanna wake them up to me sucking your dick.”

“You’re not fucking sucking my dick,” Bakugou twitches. He's trying not to give in but his hips buck against your palms that come to rub small circles onto his cock. You glance up at him, his eyes fluttering as they fight to stay upon despite his natural instinct to close them. You knew at his next words, you had him on board. “Baby girl…”

“Do you not want me to suck your dick?” You whisper as his eyes shift back to you. Despite the darkness of the night, you can see his blown wide pupils when he stares at you. His eyes swim with love, lust, and desire, and his lips press together as his left under shoves his underwear down. His eyes return to the road as his fingers grip the steering wheel so tight they turn white. He wants this. “I hope you can keep that mouth of yours closed,” you giggle as your fingers firmly grip the base of his hardening cock.

The sharp intake of breath from Bakugou throat when your fingers made contact with his dick was sinful as it was silent. He leaned against your body, your shoulder momentarily brushing against the wheel before you gently pushed him back. You smirk as you look up at him, but Bakugou’s eyes remain stubborn and they’re steady on the road ahead. So your hand grips around his girth as his head drops to the wheel.

You maintained eye contact with your boyfriend’s flustered face as he swerved the car again before he returns to his upright position. Not satisfied with his refusal to pull over to the side, you lowered your head towards his throbbing cock. Your lips are the first to make contact with his heated dick. You trail soft and puckered kisses along its side before your tongue runs down the side of his dick. Looking at the strip of saliva, you blow a gentle and cold stream of air as you slide back up his dick. Bakugou lets out a whistled breathe at the cool contact. His hips stuttering under your fingers as his hand presses against your back.

His hand grips the clasp of your bra, teasing it and toying with it most likely to distract you. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned in life was to keep a one-track mind when it came to Bakugou.

As you make your way back up to his tip, you feel with delight when your thumb swipes and spreads the hot pre-cum that gathered there. Sticking out your tongue, you lay it flat against the slit on his head as you teasingly massage his dick between your fist. Bakugou let out a rough breath through his nose as his arms tremble because of the grip he holds. The sight of Bakugou once again refusing how this was making him feel made you moan softly against his skin. Your thighs rubbing together as you shift to ease the building pleasure within you. Bakugou lets out a ragged breath as his eyes shift to the rearview mirror, no one has stirred.

With his attention on your friends, you catch him by surprise when you envelop him into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his head as you took his length deeper into your mouth, and the hand on your back burns you as nails dig into your skin. He likes this.

Once you feel his tip hit the back of your throat you sink only further down his length. You choke slightly against his dick, but you know it’s not loud enough to wake up your snoring friends. It doesn’t stop Bakugou’s eyes from widening at your actions and noises. He's moaning softly himself as he tried to quiet your vulgar noises.

Bakugou‘s head slams against the headrest as you moan against his length, the car picking up in speed as well. The vibrations of your mouth resonating through him and you whimper as he fights his reaction. But the hand that lay on your back moved to twist your hair into a faux ponytail. This simple action makes your legs rub together for friction.

His hips snap up against your mouth as fire shoots down your throat. His hips are merciless as they drill into your mouth, his hands pulling at your hair as tears prick at your eyes. You do everything to not pull away. Your jaw is completely relaxed and your fingers grip his thigh as your nose hits his trimmed pubes. His actions are too rough so your throat hums as you try to calm down.

Bakugou pushes you further against his length, keeping your lips flushed against his skin as his hand swerves the car. Your body tumbles as you choke against his length, and he lets you go. You pull away gasping for air as your lips are covered in a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva. Staring at his rigid features, you licked your lips as you wheeze. Your eyes turn to your friends who are still asleep.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Bakugou spat between gritted teeth. His eyes blazing feebly as he glares down at your bruised lips. Bakugou’s rough grip in your hair was preventing you from moving your lips too far away from his still hard cock. So, wanting to give him what he desires, your lips surround his dick. Your hand moving to roughly jerk his length as your other hand grip his balls.

This time Bakugou moaned lowly. "Baby girl, fucking shit," he moans as he rocks his hips.

His hips bucking up towards your touch as his foot slams even harder against the gas pedal. The car engine revving from the sharp increase in speed. You smirked up at him as you continued your movements. You can see him glancing down at you much more frequently. His eyes flickering from you, the road, and the passengers while your tongue swirls against his leaking tip.

"Get your fucking mouth on my cock," he wheezes as he tugs your hair. But you don't move as your tongue slides against his slit.

Bakugou grunts loudly in response as his hand in your hair buries into your scalp. He shoves your face down to his length, forcing you into his rhythm. He was pushing your head down so you were gagging on his length as it hit the back of your throat, the sounds only goading Bakugou further. So with one final moan from you, one final surge of his hips into your mouth, and slam of his forehead against the wheel, Bakugou came in your mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

You pull away grinning as you swallow his salty load, your mouth opening to show that you swallowed him all.

“You look much more awake love,” you tease as Bakugou's eyes are wide open now. His body is tense and rigid as he stares ahead.

“Fucking buckle up,” Bakugou hisses as he shoves you into your seat.

You barely sit correctly as Bakugou pulls into a gas station. Your eyes are wide as Bakugou throws open the car door after slipping his pants back up. The door slamming behind him was enough to wake up everyone.

“Wah—?” You heard someone heave in a sleepy voice. Before you could explain your door swung open and Bakugou pulled you out.

“Are we there yet?” Kirishima’s voice asks clearly from the back.

“No! Stop asking fucking questions and just wait there!” Bakugou growls as he closes the door behind you.

Your legs barely keep up with Bakugou’s long strides as you’re suddenly in the bathroom. the door locking behind you as his mouth overwhelms you.

“You’re going to make yourself come in two minutes, or you don’t get to come for a fucking week. Do you understand?” Bakugou hisses against your lips as his fingers curl onto your clit.

“Yes, my love.”

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