#he was tired of this back and forth. of never knowing if he was gonna be friends with this guy tomorrow or not
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Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it đđđ
(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)
((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle đ I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))
(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))
#i'm banned (self inflicted) from writing long fics until i finish this one i'm working on#and honestly I might keep the ban afterwards i am SO BAD at working on long fics. never finished one ever#oneshot guy thru and thru. but painfully. disastrously. i have so many long fic ideas...#anyway I like to think that they did become friends#and then not friends. and then friends again. and then not friends. and then-#and sometimes it was Peri's fault but a lot of the times it was Irep not feeling like he was allowed to be Peri's friend#and doing something to break it off#but Peri would keep trying to be his friend or Irep would realize that he still wants to be#but one day. Peri just gave up#he was tired of this back and forth. of never knowing if he was gonna be friends with this guy tomorrow or not#so he stopped trying. decided that if Irep wanted to be friends again HE would have to be the one to try and repair it#and also give him an apology maybe. not for breaking off the friendship again just for all the fucking murder attempts#(''if i die you die too dumbass-'')#unforch this happened to line up with Irep finally reconnecting with Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda again#and with them discouraging being friends with fairies + peri not trying to fix it this time... it. uh. kinda broke it off for good#('maybe not for good. maybe there's a chance. maybe Irep would-... ugh. it's not worth thinking about...')#Sammy's still friends with both of them though. It is Not Fun#gives Sammy my childhood experience of my two fighting friends wanting to sit with me at lunch but refusing to talk to each other#okay damn this post got long af. did not realize i had thought about this so much until i practically dropped a fic down here#anyway. actual tags? actual tags#fop#fairly oddparents#the fairly oddparents#peri fop#irep fop#peri fairywinkle-cosma#uh. do ppl search irep's full name... augh#irep anti-fairywinkle-anti-cosma#congrats elkniwirep your name fucking sucks. it's awful#a new wish
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âđđ đđđđ. boob obsessed!nanami kento x wife!female reader. smut, pwp. fÄ«ngering, (big) tÄ«ddy appreciation. reader gets called âsweetheart, dear, adorableâ. not proofread !
âlay still, sweetheart,â kento murmurs as he presses a sweet kiss against your forehead. your back arches off the couch as your cunt eagerly swallows two of his callused fingers. while his hand is busy stimulating your lower body, his mouth refuses to detach from your chest area.
you canât possibly comply to his command with all the mind blowing stimulation youâre receiving. a choked up moan escapes your throat when kento gently tugs one of your nipples between his teeth, âc-canât, ken. canât stay still.â
your husband doesnât respond to your whines. he isnât ignoring you on purposeâthat he would never doâheâs simply too occupied shoving his face between your tits.
this is perfect to him. kento had been tired ever since coming back from work - but now that he has his adorable wife beneath him, praising him for all which heâs doing - heâs energised once again.
the sight of him freeing your breasts from the bra you were wearing, was more than enough to make him forget all about his previously experienced stress. the blonde man is weak when it comes to you, but especially when it comes to your perfectly shaped pair of tits.
âmmh, canât get enough of you,â kento sighs in content while his tongue flicks back and forth over the same nipple, circling the areola right before sucking it. his free hand squeezes your other boobâhis brows furrowing and his eyes closed as he loses himself in the feeling of your plump flesh in and around his mouth.
your hips buck against his fingers that are knuckles deep into your pussy. your wetness sticks to his index and middle finger until theyâre glistening with a coat of your slick. ây-youâre gonna make me lose my mind, hubby,â you mewl as your head lolls back and your lips fall apart to let out the most erotic sounds that kento has ever heard.
his wrist moves back and forth slowly before changing pace again, quickening the tempo as his fingertips reach the deepest point they can. he curls them and rubs against your velvety walls, trying to find that one spot that makes you come undone beneath him.
âthatâs all right, dear. itâs all right if you do,â kento replies to your soft cries, reassuring you that heâd love to see you lose your mind over the pleasure he is giving you, âmhhâi want to feel and see my wife cum, okay? do it for me.â his mouth doesnât stop placing kisses and hickeys over your beautiful tits.
every time you look down at his handsome face, youâre met with the arousing sight of his green eyes darkening with lust. the way he stares down at your chest to admire his work - the saliva and hickeys staining the flesh - is so hot. itâs a mix of a loving, lustful and possessive look.
âiâm all yours, you know that right?â kento asks after detaching his lips from your left breast, his tongue still lightly peeking out, a trail of saliva still connecting your chest and his mouth. he brushes some hair from your face before his eyes dart back down to your tits,
âmhm,â you nod, to which your husband smiles. he presses a couple pecks all over your breasts, hoping to kiss the soreness away. no matter how rough kento is, he always makes sure to let you know that he still loves you all the same throughout the intimacy.
he cups your right breast and sucks on it a couple times, his eyes closing and his brows furrowing to appreciate the taste of your flesh. a low groan leaves his lips before he releases your nipple with a soft âpopâ, taking a deep breath in to calm himself down.
kento can be here all day if you let him. attached to your tits, sleeping on them, sucking on them, watching them jiggle and bounce when heâs thrusting inside of your warm pussy . .
âiâm all yours, too,â you add after taking a couple breaths as well. youâre so flustered, embarrassed by how much youâre going crazy over his mouth and finger work. the squelchy sounds of your cunt echo throughout the living room.
kento hums in appreciation to your comment. his thumb presses down on your clit before he slides his other two fingers out of you. he spreads your folds, lubricating your entrance with your own sticky juices.
âgood . . . then,â he starts off, taking a second to look you in the eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. kento muffles your little whines before pulling back slightly, putting his forehead against yours while he prepares to ruin you after making you feel loved and appreciated;
âiâll show you what it truly means to be mine, sweetheart.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#nanami smut#nanami x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#nanami x you#nanami x y/n#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami smut
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Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.
Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and heâs well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.
That doesnât mean heâs not watching out of the corner of his eye as youâre pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and youâre obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesnât have to hear you to make them out. Itâs obvious whoâs on the other end of that call and just knowing youâre still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.
He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation.Â
When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologiesâŠyou knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. Youâre more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope heâd come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, heâs running with his new crew.Â
Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a foolâs hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.
The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasnât a chance in hell that youâd leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count.Â
Youâre pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheolâs side. Heâs warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldnât standâŠhow close the two of you were.Â
Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault.Â
He also notoriously letâs you get away with pretty much everything.Â
So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer heâs yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests.Â
âThat doesnât belong to you,â he grumbles, though he doesnât do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.
You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl heâs been sporting for most of the night.
âYou gonna tell me why youâve been so grumpy?â you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, âYou only nurse a beer when youâre in a shit mood.â
He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesnât put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. Youâre so close that he doesnât even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. âI didnât realize you paid that much attention to me.â His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.
âIâve known you longer than anyone else here,â you reason, âYou canât hide anything from me.â
Seungcheol snickers, âOh, I bet I could.â
You donât get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and youâre about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.
âYou want me to answer it?âÂ
Seungcheolâs tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. âHeâll give up.â
That isnât typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really donât feel like dealing with Jaeâs bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isnât comprised of the ones heâs made. Better to keep him out of it too. Â
Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but heâs more like your big, scary guard dog and even though youâre never on the receiving end, you know heâs got a nasty bite so youâd prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of youâŠhe toes that line enough as it is.
Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally youâd leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.
Itâs the only reason youâre answering, shouting over the noise, âYouâd better be dying. What the hell do you want?â
âBaby, I just need to talk to you and youâre ignoring me,â he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, âI already said I was sorry! Your friends donât even like me so I donât know why you asked me to come. They donât think Iâm good enough for you.â
âYouâre not good enough for me,â is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, âYouâve proved that time and time again and I donât need them to tell me what I already know. Iâm busy. Donât call me again.â
âWait, wait!â he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, âIâll come pick you up, sweetheart. Iâll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and Iâll come get you.â
Your face bunches up incredulously, âDonât bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I donât want you here and Iâm definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. Iâm with my crew and youâre with yours,â you argue back, âThatâs what you chose, so thatâs what you get.â
There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre hot because itâs a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, youâre just trying to piss me off so Iâll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you donât get enough fucking attentio-â
âHang up,â comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.
You donât waste another breath except to say, âDonât call me again,â before disconnecting..
As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghanâs gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like itâs totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place.Â
Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadnât vibrated again a minute later.Â
Itâs just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial, but then it buzzes againâŠ.and again. Then itâs a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You donât even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.
Minutes pass and youâre trying really hard to enjoy Chanâs little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but itâs difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your exâs fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheolâs body still so close to your own..Â
Heâs wholly enraged and you can feel it.
There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and youâre about to turn to speak to Jihoon and thenâŠanother text comes through. Seungcheolâs patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket.Â
You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. Heâs not doing it to punish you - thatâs the reason you donât push back - heâs going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows itâs not going to happen if youâre glued to your phone and so do you.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. âYouâre giving that back later, right?â
His answering grin is troubling. âI might make you earn it.â
You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because heâs probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then itâs back to chaos and youâre finally free to be a part of it.
Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Haoâs girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshuaâs hair, the tip of Junâs nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.
When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly youâre being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance youâre sure heâs fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - itâs fun and somewhat terrifying when heâs nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin.Â
Itâs not his fault that heâs got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so itâs mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but itâs a blast.Â
And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesnât even notice that youâve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. âYou givinâ up on me?â
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?âÂ
The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonightâs falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, itâs Hoshi whoâs already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. âThis is a private event so unfortunately for you, youâll have to fuck off.â
Jae scoffs aloud, âI donât give a shit about your party.â
Then his scowl twists into a smirk but itâs cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.
âI came for my girl but it looks like sheâs already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldnât make time for her. Typical.â
Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he warns menacingly.Â
âWatch my mouth? Iâm just pointing out that facts. I should have known thatâs why she suddenly didnât want me here,â he goes on like every pair of eyes on him arenât glaring daggers, âWould have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.â
Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.
Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, âYouâre her big brother,â he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, âYouâre really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crewâs designated whor-â
He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, heâs still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. Youâre sure his jaw is broken and youâre glad.Â
Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.
Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means heâs not done and after what your ex just saidâŠyouâre not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyuâs protective grip to push your way to the front where youâre relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your exâs hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheolâs boot and the screaming starts anew.Â
When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheolâs chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and youâre trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesnât but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and thatâs enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly.Â
You turn just your head to look down at Jae whoâs never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears.Â
Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, âAlways running your fucking mouth,â then he nods in your brotherâs direction, âI should let him cut your tongue out.â
Jeonghanâs knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like heâs itching to use it.Â
Heâs no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. âJeonghan,â you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable.Â
He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. âYouâre safeâŠfor now,â he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, âAnd donât bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,â He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, âI bet you didnât tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed theyâre going to be when they find out.â
Jaeâs brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. âHow do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,â he croons and Jaeâs eyes widen with renewed horror, âLoyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? Weâll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and whoâs responsible for,â he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, âThis.â
When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheolâs chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. Itâs cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly heâs been working for, youâd consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.
Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jaeâs unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jaeâs phone in hand. Theyâll dump him outside, a few blocks away. Heâs lucky theyâre not animals - Josh will use Jaeâs phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, heâs no longer your crewâs problem. Retaliation isnât even a concern in this situation.
The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isnât a single member of your crew who wouldnât have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You donât have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.
So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.
âPardon the interuption,â you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, âTurn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,â you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, âDrinks are still on the big guy so youâd better take advantage while heâs still feeling generous.â
Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing.Â
Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesnât bounce back nearly as fast.
âWhy donât we take a walk out back?â
He doesnât budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, âYeah, yeah. Iâm sorry. Letâs go.â
No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. Itâs dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheolâs shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. Theyâre also red and angry after making direct contact with Jaeâs teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.
âChoi Seungcheol,â you lightly grumble, âYou canât go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.â
Nothing at first and then thereâs a little huff of laughter. âI can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.â
âYou broke his jawâŠand probably a few ribs with that kick,â you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. âMy point is that I know you can but that doesnât mean you should. If you get arrested, whoâs gonna take care of me?â
He smirks. âSpoiled.â
âYour fault,â you roll your eyes and really look at him. âI didnât know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I wouldâve cut him off completely If I had.â
âI didnât know either,â he admits, shrugging off your surprise, âJeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.â
âHannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,â you counter with a small grin, âBesides, heâs your best friend so think about what that says about you.â
He just winks in response. Itâs maddening and attractive, per usual.Â
âMhm,â you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. âIâm glad to see youâre in a better mood,â you tease him, âI thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.â
Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. âIâm never mad at you.â
You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, âThatâs a blatant lie and you know it. I canât even count how many times youâve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.â
âThe handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,â he argues back with a short laugh, âCalling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but itâs not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything itâs mild frustration.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Itâs more than mild. âSay what you need to say, Cheol.â
He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. âYouâre too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?â
You purse your lips. âTouche,â heâs not wrong, âI am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. Itâs not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. Weâre lowlifesâŠwe associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize Iâm not worth the trouble.â
He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat youâre starting to wish for. âYou are the trouble,â his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, âNice boys too soft for you anyway and weâre not lowlifesâŠwe just live a little differently. You can do better,â he smirks when you roll your eyes again, âYou canâŠyou just donât.â
You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. âOh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-â then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing whatâs coming. âOh, wait! I forgot. Youâve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?â
He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. âYouâre high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? Iâve got enough on my plate.â
You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. âYouâre a big boy, Cheol. Donât let me hold you back. I can handle myself.â
At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. âYou can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speedingâŠagain?â
You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. âWho taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghanâs bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bedâŠall night?â he pushes closer and lowers his voice âWho bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someoneâs head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?â
âHe looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!â You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, âHow was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and Iâd do it again!â
Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though itâs half-assed.Â
âShhhh,â he laughs even harder, âI know, I know. Iâm just teasing,â he grins when you finally crack a small smile, âHonestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear itâs left a big ugly scar.â
You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. âProud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.â
âQuit doing dangerous shit without me,â he shrugs unapologetically, âIf youâre gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure Iâm there to back you up.â
You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the windâs path, blocking you from the worst of it because thatâs what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what youâre trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater.Â
He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As youâve grown older together, youâve learned that itâs best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. âItâs colder than I thought it would be tonight.â
He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. âWe can go back inside if you want.â
Whatever you want - itâs always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.
You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. Itâs almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.
âWhat if I asked you to take me home?â
Simple. âWe can go home. Just gotta grab my key-â
You shake your head with a small laugh. âActually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.â
His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. âWhat song? I love karaoke.â
âLiar. You hate karaoke,â you grin, âWhy do you give into anything I ask?â
His smile is so beautiful - it always has been.Â
âI do not give into everything,â he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, âGo ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.â
âGreat! So, youâll let me drive your car tomorrow night?â you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. Itâs in the bag.
He hardly budges. âNo,â comes from those plump lips more clearly than youâve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. âI said put some actual thought into it. Youâre a terrible driver.â
âYou also said to try my luck,â you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, âWhich has apparently abandoned me tonight.âÂ
The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but youâve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point.Â
âYour luck? Maybe,â he tips his head in consideration, close enough that heâs slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, âIâm still here though.â
You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. âYeah, youâre always here for me. Arenât you?â
When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. âI hope thatâs not an actual question at this point.â
His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what youâre feeling is mercifully mutually, but youâre trapped - body painted against Seungcheolâs in the moonlight. Itâs probably the most intimate position youâve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.
âIâve always been right here,â his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, âPatiently waiting.â
âWaiting for what?â you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.
âFor you to get tired of playing house,â He chides gently, âYou already have a home with me and you know it.â
To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and itâs a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time.Â
The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. Itâs soft and disbelieving.Â
Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. âYou genuinely didnât know?â
You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as heâs rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. âYouâre the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,â he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. âTell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?â
Easy. âTheyâre my brothers.â
âAnd who am I?â
Your lips twitch and he smirks. âYouâre justâŠSeungcheol,â saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. âYouâre my Seungcheol.â
âExactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?â he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. Heâs going to drive his point home like always.Â
âListen, jerk,â you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, âOf course you never felt like those things to me. I didnât want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,â you grimace at the thought, âBut just because I felt that way about you doesnât mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.â
He raises a single brow. âAnd,â he blinks pointedly, âHave you gotten over it yet?
âUnfortunately not.â
âGood.â
Good because heâs truly out of patience at this point and heâs going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question.Â
And thatâs how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheolâs lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isnât a second of stillness. Heâs constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking.Â
Youâre no better.Â
The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and youâre indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more.Â
More, more, more.Â
Seungcheol does too.Â
âLetâs go,â he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away.Â
It makes you laugh, though itâs a little delirious because heâs back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. âItâs Seokâs birthday,â your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, âWe canât just leave.â
He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, âLike hell we canât. Go get in my car,â he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, âIâll let the boys know weâre leaving.â
You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, âWait!â you realize heâs already opening the door. Heâs so serious. âWhat are you going to tell them?â
He shrugs, âThat we have better things to do.â
Appalling. âSeungcheol!â
Now heâs smirking. âAlright, alright. Iâll tell them weâre leaving and going back to my place to fu-â
âSEUNGCHEOL!â
âYou donât want me to lie and you donât want me to tell the truth,â he blinks back at you, âI am not sure what you want from me, baby.â
Well. Brain melted. If heâs calling you âBabyâ he can do whatever he damn well pleases.Â
âIâll be waiting,â you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesnât get a chance to tell anyone youâre leaving. They probably wouldnât notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car.Â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity but itâs only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window heâs already hurrying back. Youâre not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly donât care. Youâre maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheolâs permanent (and your home away from) home. Heâll probably make it in eight with the way he drives.Â
âIâm surprised to not find you in the driverâs seat,â he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life.Â
âYouâre the better driver and Iâd like to get there quickly.â
Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. âI think youâre plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.â
You roll your eyes at him. âOk, so youâre better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.â
His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively.Â
Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. Youâve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crewâs pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. âMight have to retire you now.â
You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. Heâs not at all serious, even if heâd like to be. âYou gonna take care of me so I donât have to work anymore?â
He grins at the suggestion. âYou know Iâll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. Weâll start using him instead.â
You snort at the thought. âYouâre better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think Iâm so good at it? Learned from the best.â
âYeah,â Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, âI donât typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.â
âTypically?â you turn in surprise, laughing, âAre you saying it has been a concern?â
He looks at you with a brow quirked. âOnce or twice,â he scoffs, âYou are way more like your brother than you realize.â
âOh? You got a thing for him too?â
He snickers in response, shaking his head. âLittle shit.â
He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize heâs shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. âQuit flirting with me and drive faster.â
The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine.Â
Pulling into the garage, youâre feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. Youâre already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but heâs taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you donât exactly trust your legs to carry you.Â
The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. âYou look nervous,â he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. âWe donât have to-â
âNo, no, thatâs not it,â you huff out a laugh, âI think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I donât think I can move. Stop laughing at me!â
He canât. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really canât blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? Thatâs got to be a new one. It certainly is for you.Â
âI can carry you, itâs fine.â
But he is still shaking with laughter and weâre talking a whole ass flight of stairs. Itâs not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and youâre already off the ground. Heâs not putting you back down until youâre both behind closed doors.Â
âOh my god,â you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, âThis is such a bad idea!â
His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that youâre not even shifting much as he carries you but itâs nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. Heâs incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.
âStop panicking,â he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, âIâm not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like youâve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.â
âI thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.â
He huffs in amusement, âFighting isnât fun when youâre not winning.â
âWell, you always win so you must be having a blast,â you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he canât catch you doing it.
When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once youâre both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, heâs spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter.Â
âI always win when youâre watching,â he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, âYou get mad at me when I donât, so, I stopped losing.â
He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. Youâve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. âI donât care about losing,â you murmur, lost in thought, âI just hate it when you get hurt.â
Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him soâŠbroken.
You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else whoâd gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheolâs shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days youâd been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him.Â
Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, heâd come out victorious, and the very few times you werenât there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most.Â
Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. Itâs soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin.Â
When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, youâre sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.
Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. Itâs accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. âStill cold?â
âYeah,â you admit, âDo you ever turn the heat on in this place?â
âOnly when youâre here. I donât usually need it.â
Of course not. Big manly man.Â
âYouâre going to need it if youâre still hoping to get my clothes off.â
Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. âI can warm you up myself just fine,â he says in an equally haughty kind of way.Â
The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because heâs just so strong and you humor him with an âoh wooooowâ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.
Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. Youâve been in here before justâŠnot for anything like this. âWhy does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,â you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadnât noticed right away.Â
Seungcheol letâs his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate yourâŠcuriosity? Surprise? âYou said I needed more personal decorations around the house,â he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, âI figured pictures were personal enough.â
There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like bansheesâŠall because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target.Â
You pick up one you donât recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.
Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. âYou donât remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,â he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, âAlmost seven years ago now.â
âI hated waiting for you guys to come home,â you pout, pointing to the picture, âWhy do I remember this car though? Itâs so familiar.â
He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. Itâs not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.
âJeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,â Cheol grins at your grimace âWe hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly donât think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.â
âI definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,â you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.
âGuilty subconscious?âÂ
Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. âWere you jealous back then?â
He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. âI was always jealous,â he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled.Â
Youâre the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. Heâs no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way youâre looking at him.
He takes a slow step forward and then another.
âIâm not perfect,â he cautions, another step closer, âIâm stubborn and jealous,â one more step until youâre touching, âI donât like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, Iâll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but Iâll get over it eventually, I promise.â
âHmm,â you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, âA little sensitive?â
âMaybe.â His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. âYouâve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now youâre half-naked in my bedroom. Iâve hit my breaking point, baby. Iâm going to be selfish with you.â
You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. âI think itâs only fair because I have always been selfish with you and iâll be so much worse now,â you grin and he letâs out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, âIâm going to be a menace.â
âI like the sound of that.â
âIâm still cold.â
Then heâs kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before heâs forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and heâs right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. Itâs an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs.Â
Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing heâll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he canât seem to keep away from your lips, canât stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake.Â
He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and itâs going to be riding a high for a while.
When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before itâs tossed to the floor and heâs slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh.Â
He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until youâre steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone.Â
He doesnât waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until theyâre so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. Itâs almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes.Â
Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. Thatâs my girl, youâre so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.
Itâs a miracle you donât come again the second he pushes into you because he doesnât stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and heâs too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when heâs bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you canât even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, heâs just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in.Â
His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking heâs done, heâs just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but itâs not enough, he needs more.Â
When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until heâs moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know youâre going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesnât have to tell you aloud what to do.Â
You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and itâs your absolute undoing.Â
When you orgasm for the second time itâs so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you canât even breath without adding to the mess youâve both created.Â
It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesnât pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. Heâs doesnât give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room.Â
Itâs playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and itâs not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades.Â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât speed up. Doesnât give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, âOh, fuck, Cheol, Iâm gonna come againâŠfuckâŠâ
And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until heâs moaning and cumming, and youâre nearly ready to pass out in the bed youâve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but canât make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because youâre sated and exhausted.Â
It doesnât last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but youâre not budging.Â
Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, âAbsolutely noâŠstraight to jail.â
Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. âI tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, itâs all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here Iâm going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.â
Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheolâs helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. Heâs patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though youâre sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips.Â
HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. Itâs overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more.Â
Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheolâs, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. âAgain?â he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord.Â
âAgainâŠâ you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, â..and again, and again, and agai-â
The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking.Â
Heâs never experienced anything like it because heâs never had you.Â
Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it.Â
Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.
And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.
The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.
Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if youâve been asleep for years and not mere hours. Itâs easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and itâs evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door.Â
Slipping into the shirt heâd left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you donât drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage.Â
Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. Heâs sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. âMorning Joshie.â He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.
Itâs relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasnât missing from it - someone you still havenât found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engineâŠyou thinkâŠagain, not your expertise.Â
âWell, well, well,â Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, âIf itâs not my darling little sister,â he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, âWhatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?â
You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â
âBringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,â Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, âShould be finishing up soon.â
Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. âIs this an official thing?â
You know heâs only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, heâs putting an end to it immediately. Heâs so fiercely protective that heâd step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.
âThat man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.â
âIsnât the saying âsix-feet deepâ?â Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.
âI said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - youâll probably have to bury me with him.â
Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. âGood to know,â he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, âI always knew youâd end up together once you both gave up the worldâs most stubborn ass competition.â
Heâs not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.
Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheolâs mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out.Â
âWonwoo wouldnât let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,â Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.
Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now youâre feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.
Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, âDelivery.â
Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. âHey, youâre here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.â
Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you donât - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. âOh, I uhhh-â
âNotice anyone else missing last night?â
âJeonghan-â
Vernonâs brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. âYou know,â he grins, âGuy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda meanâŠâ
Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernonâs grin is entirely visible though youâre sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, âOh! Oh okayâŠyeahâŠthat makes sense. So, youâre likeâŠyeah?â
You snort in response nodding your head. âMhm, weâre like yeah.â
âWhoâs like what?â Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua.Â
âHer and Cheol finally got together,â Wonwoo supplies and Hoshiâs eyes light up.
âOh my god!!! Thatâs so exciting!â he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while heâs distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then youâre up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, âThis is such great news!!!â
Thwap.
Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, itâs wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because itâs Seungcheolâs thundering voice that calls out, âPut her down and get to work, asshole.â
âAsshole?â Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, âIâm the asshole?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, âOh, heâs going to be unbearable,â he smacks your arm lightly, âHey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?â
âInappropriate,â you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âMorning baby,â he breathes against your hair before heâs planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, âSleep well?â
Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business.Â
âSlept just fine,â you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. âNow apologize to Hoshi, you beast.â
He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. âHoshi!â he shouts across the way, âIâm sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.â
âAll is forgiven, bro!â Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.
Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. âHappy?â
âVery,â you hum, turning in his arms, âBrought you coffee but it might be cold by now.â
âThat was nice of you.â Now that youâre finally getting a good look at him you see heâs wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. Youâll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when heâs got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use.Â
Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.
âI wasnât doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,â you retort, âI was trying to get something out of you in return.â
âOh?â he smirks, âLike what?â
âKiiiinda hoping Iâd get you back upstairs for a few favors.â
His hands slide along your arms until heâs managed to bring them up and around his neck and then heâs got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. âIâm sure we can make time for that,â he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there arenât several people in the garage along with you.
âMAKE IT QUICK. WEâVE GOT SHIT TO DO.â
Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghanâs general direction and shouts back, âWell, Iâve got your sister to do and thatâs more important. Work can wait.â Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, itâs only loud enough for you, âI think Iâve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brotherâs ass, and get back to work.â
âYour time management skills are-â you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, â- very impressive.â
âYou should see my oral presentation skills.â
With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, âYOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.â
âAN HOUR?!â Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. âWHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?â
Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. âIâll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.â
Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, âAnd then iâll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.â
Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. âYou guys are the worst.â
Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghanâs face just before you seal yourselves inside.Â
Youâre okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol.Â
Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isnât such a bad thing after all.
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Riding higuruma's Nose
TW - Pussy eating, squirting, overstimulation? Also the reader is sitting on his face cowgirl position. I'm so sorry for any errors.
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"Fuck! N-not so hard!" you cried out as he continued to suck on your clit, big strong arms gripping onto your thighs to keep you placed on his face. It's been like what, an hour? You swore you've never seen a man that loves eating pussy as much as Hiromi does and he's so fucking skilled at doing it too, it makes you see stars.
You don't even get the point of begging him to stop anymore, all you could do is sit there, moaning nonstop with tears leaking down your eyes from overstimulation as he feasts on your cunt, his growls vibrating against your slit when you try to wriggle out of his sturdy grip only for him to squeeze his arms around your thighs harder, you can literally see the veins and muscles on his arms budging out cause of his tight grip. A mixture of your juices and his drool running down his cheeks and chin as he eats you out sloppily.
He slowly pulls away from your cunt and lands a hard slap on your right-ass cheek before squeezing the soft flesh. "Ride my face baby, come on you can do it, cum f'me one more time and then I'll stop yeah?". He says lazily, he loves to be in control and ravish your messy cunt the way he pleases but he also enjoys seeing you attempting to get yourself off on his face. It's amusing to him.
You were tired. You didn't really wanna do anything, but you never know how much longer he's gonna take before stopping if you let him have it his way, so you decided to slowly grind your cunt on his tongue, groaning as you felt the vibrations of his mumble "that's my good girl" against you.
You continued moving back and forth on his face, desperately trying to cum so you can get this over with, till you accidentally felt yourself bumping against his nose, your body jolted in pleasure as you felt it against you for a split second, your reaction didnât go unnoticed by Hiromi. It was so weird, not in a million years would you have thought that you'd feel pleasure from someone's nose? But I guess there's a first time for everything.
He was probably thinking the exact same thing you were as you felt his arms loosen around your thighs, you didn't waste a second as you moved back to get closer to his nose area, seating yourself at the bridge of his nose before your eyes rolled back as you felt his tongue attacking your clit, it was so fucking good, you took it as a sign to keep going as you moved your cunt back and forth on his nose, the tip of it digging into you as it drags against your creamy folds while his tongue laps your clit.
You felt your hole fluttering around nothing as you keep up your pace, riding the bump of his nose, you moved your hand to the back of his head to grip onto his hair so you can keep his head still to your liking as you felt him groaning against you while your gripping onto the strands. Your sweet moans filled the moan as you continue grinding down on his big nose, you squeaked unexpectedly, feeling his arms tightening around your thighs again, he's impatient. Strong arms keeping you intact, making you arch your back when you felt him pressing his nose against your entrance, the bridge of it digging into your cunt hole as he brings one of his hand up to your clit, rubbing fast sloppy circles on it as he ruts his nose into you, moving his head in all sorts of ways so he can hear your stupid little blabbers as he feeds you more pleasure.
Skilled tongue sucking on your poor clit as he watches your head falls back, thighs clenching against his hold. "Ohmygod! ohmygod! Fuckkk, gonna cum! M'gonna cum please don't stop feels so good" you cried out, your brain in shambles as you felt this weird sensation erupting in your stomach, before you could even process it, what feels like a gallon of clear liquid gushes out of you like a water hose and lands all over his pretty face and sheets, even despite that he still kept going, slurping and licking up your juices from your messy cunny as he sucks on it as if he was eating an orange.
After he was satisfied, he manhandles your body and picks you up, placing you on his lap while he moves his upper body up in the process, your pussy juice dripping off his face onto the bed as he got up, panting and trying to catch his breath as he sticks his tongue out to lick any reminding of your juices off his face. He takes a second to observe your shaking body from his lap, he wraps his arms around your smaller flame while whispering into your ear.
"Crazy to think that the first time you'd ever squirt is because of my nose huh?" he chuckles. "Such a messy little girl aren't ya princess?". He plants kisses on your neck to calm you down. Based on how much you know about higuruma, it's definitely gonna become a regular thing when it comes to you sitting on his face and your not complaining one bit.
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Screaming, crying, violently shaking the bars on my enclosure for thigh grinding. Please.
i had to let this marinate for a little, this is actually so good i love the idea of just plopping yourself on their lap, straddling their thigh when you want their attention when they're doing something. and you gave me free reign on who to write so i am in heaven with these thoughts. i thought about adding 'who would pretend to not notice' and 'who would make you do it until you squirt' but i think i already got carried away with this little thirst â€ïž
WHO ENCOURAGES IT:Â g. suguru, n. kento, h. kinji, f. toji
the second you sit on him, his attention snaps to you, inquisitively raising an eyebrow. but once you tell him to focus on what he was doing, he bites his lip as he feels you grinding yourself on his thigh.
suguru's abandoned his show, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands on your waist, guiding you back and forth against his leg. "oh, pretty babyyyy, go on, grind on me. does it feel good?" he's a little upset you aren't facing him, but whenever you turn your head over your shoulder, he coos at you so sweetly. he even brings his hand down to your front, playing with your puffy clit through your soaked underwear. "look at you, your gonna get my leg all wet...tsk, you're gonna lick it up for me after, right?" kento turns a pretty shade of pink, chucking as he shakes his head. he texted you only 2 minutes ago, responding to you pouting and asking when he'd be done with work, he didn't think you'd show up this soon. "have i been neglecting you, honey? mm, i'm sorry, love. you can keep going," he encourages, his hand on your lower back as he looks up at you from his leather desk chair. oh, he could never get tired of his view. if he could, he'd have you sit on his thigh every time he worked in his office, but...he knew that wouldn't work out, he'd never be able to get work done with you sitting all pretty on him like this. "i'll take a break from work, okay? mhm, just for you. now keep going, honey, i want you to feel good." kinji stops everything immediately. "well, hi to you too, cupcake," he whistles, his hands instantly starting to rub up and down your sides. "needy cunt wanted some attention? aww, she needs her kinjiiii, ain't that right, doll?" his hand trails down and smacks your ass before grabbing a handful. his eyes are lidded but filled with excitement. oh, he looooved when you took control of your pleasure and used him to feel good. knowing that you needed him so badly that just grinding on his thigh could make you cum made his ego shoot through the roof. "c'mon, wanna have you soak my thigh before i touch you, baby, lemme see how messy you can get." toji is pleasantly surprised when you come to him with that pretty little pout, cooing his name in just his black sweater. his thin pajama pants can't be that good to grind on, the fabric isn't nearly rough enough, but he can feel how hot and wet you're getting, how sticky your panties are getting. seeing how you're getting frustrated, toji just lifts you up and plops you on his dick. "hey, pretty mama, you strugglin'? mhm, yeah, i knowww. my pants aren't enough for that pussy t' cum, are they?" he helps you move your hips back and forth, lazily smirking up at you. "yeah, that feel better? grindin' on my cock instead? y'so pretty, mama, so so pretty."
WHO CUMS IN THEIR PANTS:Â g. satoru, k. choso
it's hard not to get turned on from seeing you hovering over him, eyes lidded and filled with need, using their thigh to get yourself off. you just look so fucking gorgeous they can't help but move you off their thigh to their lap.
satoru lets you grind on his thigh for a little bit, kissing all over your neck as he fucking giggles into your skin. when he gets that pretty whine of his name after mouthing your pressure point, he pulls you onto his lap, grinding up into you. "baby, baby, baby, you're so cute, s'fuckin' cute! f-fuck, shit, 'm gonna cum, h-haah, you'd gonna make me cum in my fuckin' jeans, c'mon." he lets out the filthiest moan, laughing deliriously as he cums in his jeans. he barely gives himself a second to breathe before he moves you onto your back on the couch, sliding your panties to the side and pulling out his cock that's still hard and covered in his cum. "tsk-tsk-tsk, little dumplinggg, you made me waste it, 's a baddd girl...now i gotta fuck you 'til it leaks out, m'kay? my cock feels so much better than my thigh, angel, let 'toru into this lil' cunt." choso looks up at you with wide eyes, and you barely get to grind on his thigh before he whines, slowly pulling you towards his lap where his hard dick is pressing against his shorts. "b-babe," he whimpers, finally feeling you grinding against him directly. "y-you, i-i, mmn, i can feel your pussy, y-you're grindin' right on the tip, keep going, p-please?" he's activitly fucking up into you, uncaring that his gym shorts are getting soaked with his precum, eyes rolling back in his head as he keens your name. "pleasepleaseplease, 'm gonna cum, lemme cum, i wanna cum against you like this, please!"
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may i pretty please request a wolverine x reader where he gets super clingy when heâs tired and heâs just so soft with the reader following her around like a little puppy until she agrees to go to finally go to bed so they can cuddle and sleep and itâs just đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
Wolverine/GN!Reader THIS!!! I absolutely love soft Logan and having this big, rageing machine of a man turn into an absolute puppy when he's sleepy and in love UGH. I need him to be real RN so we can go get married and live happily ever after in the mountains I stg Sorry that this one is kinda short. It's really fluffy and I hope yall enjoy! TWs: None! Reader is written pictuing fem but no pronouns mentioned.
    You woke up a little while ago with the striking revelation that you had completely forgotten to finish grading exams. Sure, you could have waited till the morning, but you had become restless. At this point, the only thing that was gonna help you fall back asleep was to just get it over with.Â
   You let out a sigh as you finish another exam, moving on to the next one in the stack. You remember when you had first joined the X-men, expecting it to all be adventures and saving people from immediate threats- you never would have expected to be where you are now. The thought makes you laugh a little bit. You, a teacher? Oh, how times have changed. For the better, but changed nonetheless. The door to your classroom creaks open slowly, and you look over to see Logan. His eyes are half closed as he shuffles over to you, leaning over the back of your chair to wrap his arms around your shoulders and set his chin atop your head.
    âCome back to bed, baby.â Logan rumbles. You rub one of his arms back and forth with one of your hands as you continue to write with the other.
    âSorry, did I wake you up?â You ask. Logan only hums from above you, adjusting his head to press his cheek against your hair. You know what he means, even if he won't admit it.
    âOkay, well just give me a moment and Iâll get back in bed with you, okay?â You tell him, admittedly feeling a little guilty for disturbing his sleep. Logan doesnât respond, and instead begins to move to the other side of your chair.
    âLogan?â You call his name curiously as he begins to sit down on the floor next to you. He huffs as he leans his head against your thighs, practically using your lap as a pillow.
    âIâll stay here, thanks.â He says, and you can't help but laugh a little.
    âLogan, There is no way thatâs comfortable.â You protest, but he simply shrugs, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into your lap.
    â âve been through worse.â Logan sighs, and you swear youâre smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. You canât help but shake your head at him anyway, writing a graded letter on the latest exam before moving it over again.
    âYouâre actually ridiculous, you know that?â Logan only hums in response to you, his breathing beginning to slow as you run a hand through his hair. The two of you sit like that for a while, and although you do feel bad about how uncomfortable it must be for him to sit down there like that, Logan doesnât complain. You rub your eyes when youâve finally finished grading the last exam, setting it neatly on your desk with the others. Youâre ready to finally get up from that god-forsaken seat, but the weight in your lap is keeping you from doing so. When you look down, itâs clear to see that Logan has fully fallen asleep in your lap. You try to keep yourself from smiling too hard as you brush your hand across his shoulders and try to wake him up.Â
    âLogan.â You call for him gently, and all he does is grunt in a sleepy way. âCome on, Iâm gonna get a glass of water and then Iâll meet you in bed.â You shake him just a tad bit rougher, and Logan grunts again, slowly blinking his eyes open as he sits up. You run your hand through his hair one more time before standing. You wait for him at the door of the classroom, giving him a kiss on his cheek before you turn in the opposite direction, headed towards the kitchen. At first, you think youâre hearing things, but after a few more heavy steps from behind you, you turn around and are face to face with a sleepy, grumpy, Logan. You look at him in disbelief.Â
    âIâm not going far. Iâm just getting a drink and Iâll meet you in bed?â You canât believe that heâs still trailing behind you, looking like a lost puppy. He almost pouts at you. Logan Howlett, the one and only Wolverine, pouting at you over something so silly.
     âLo. You cannot be serious.â You say, once again trying your best not to laugh. Logan huffs at you, walking forward to take your hand before heâs leading you to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
     âYouâll get over it.â He grumbles. The walk to the kitchen to get water is just as quick as you thought it would be, if not a little longer due to Logan being stuck to your side the whole time, being built wide like a fridge and being in the way no matter what with how close he was. Heâs got his arm draped over you on the way back to bed, refusing to be less than three inches away from you at all times. You hardly have time to lock the door to your shared room before heâs grabbing you by the waist and tugging you under the covers. God, he was so ridiculous like this and you love him so much for it. It takes a moment for you to get settled under the covers, Loganâs hold on you being equivalent to being held in a steel cage and leaving very little room for movement.Â
    When you turn to tell him goodnight, heâs already fast asleep. You lean in and kiss him goodnight anyway, and you swear that you see him smile unconsciously before you tuck yourself into his chest, finally resting in his comforting and secure arms.
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could you maybe please do some scenarios for (y/n) comforting sodapop, Dallas, ponyboy, and Johnny if you want please. also could you please make the reader fem please and thank you
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Dallas Winston - The room is quiet as you card your fingers through Dallasâ hair, the greaserâs head resting against your thigh. His eyes are closed, and there's a nasty bruise blossoming on his cheekbone, accompanied by a few bloodied scrapes that he refuses to let you clean. Thereâs dried blood crusted beneath his nose, which you wipe away gently with the pad of your thumb, humming softly under your breath as he breathes out a low, soft groan. âYou alright?â Your tone is barely above a whisper as you tug at the ends of his mussy locks, pushing them back from his face. He blinks once or twice, his eyelashes fanning against his cheeks, and his expression is a little less pained than it was just minutes ago. âYeah,â he murmurs after a moment, âfine.â He shifts a little bit so that his head is now more firmly planted upon your lap, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in a half embrace. You reach down between the two of you and retrieve the ice pack that is sitting forgotten beside you, pressing it against his swollen cheek once more. He makes a disgruntled noise but doesn't open his eyes again. âSorry 'bout this.â His voice is rough, strained from the exertion: âY' shouldn't have to take care of me all the damn time.â The words fall heavy between the two of you as he speaks, and you smile softly, shaking your head. âIt ain't too much trouble, really.â You rub small circles against his bicep, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. âAnd besides...â your voice drops to an almost conspiratorial murmur, âI like taking care of you. It makes me feel better when I know you're not lying dead in a ditch somewhere.â He gives you a lopsided grin at that, eyes still closed. âYou've got so much faith in me, doll.â Your smile widens, feeling something twist inside of you. You take his hand, squeezing it gently before pressing a quick kiss to his busted-up knuckles. âWhatever.âÂ
Sodapop Curtis - A small sigh leaves your lips as Soda buries his face in your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your middle, tears cascading down his cheeks as he struggles for air. It pains you to see him like this, his usual bright smile replaced with a look of pure anguish, silent sobs racking his body. You rub slow circles against his back, mumbling soft words of reassurance into his ear as he clings to your shirt. âI donât understand,â he gasps, his voice thick with emotion. âWhy can't they just get along? They never used to be like this. A shudder runs through him, and you tighten your hold on him, rocking him a bit back and forth as he cries. âShh, Soda, hey, you need to breathe,â you murmur soothingly, combing your fingers through his hair. âYouâre gonna make yourself sick.â You press a soft kiss to the top of his head, hushing him quietly as his cries gradually abate. âI just want them to get along.â Soda whispers brokenly, burying his face against your collarbones. âI'm tired of being made to pick sides. I don't wanna be in the middle all the time.â You hum sympathetically, shifting slightly so that you can wrap both arms around him and pull him as close as physically possible. Soda melts into your touch, relaxing fully against you. You can tell he's exhausted, both emotionally and physically. "I hate it.â He sounds miserable. âAll they do is yell at each other. Darry is way too hard on Pony, and Pony's trying his hardest, but he can only take so muchâ" Soda stops abruptly, his breath hitched in his throat as another sob tears from him, wracking his body. His grip tightens around your middle and your heart clenches painfully at the sight. âI just want things to go back to normal.â You give a slow nod, closing your eyes. âI know, I know. It'll be okay.â You press another gentle kiss to his temple and run your hands slowly up and down his spine, trying to offer as much comfort as you can. He relaxes under your touch, melting further into you as he tries to take deep, steady breaths, struggling to control himself. You tilt his chin up so that he's looking at you once more, running your thumb over his cheek. âI love you, you knowâ âMm,â he hums, blinking rapidly to rid his vision of the last remnants of tears. His eyes meet yours, and even though his gaze is glassy and filled with sadness and pain, his expression is soft and tender. âLove you too.â
Ponyboy Curtis - You're sitting in the lot, your jacket pulled tightly around you, when you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You stiffen and turn sharply, expecting to see a group of drunken socs or the odd greaser looking for trouble, only to come face to face with none other than Ponyboy Curtis. He has tears streaming down his cheeks, his hair mused as he all but throws himself at you, shoulders shaking and chest heaving. You donât speak a word as you pull him into your arms, rubbing your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to calm him. His head comes to rest on your shoulder, one fist clutching the front of your sweater as tight as possible, the other hanging uselessly by his side. For several moments, he sits in silence, letting you hold him while he finally manages to collect himself. Then he pulls back, wiping furiously at his face. âSorryâŠâ You donât miss the way he averts his gaze from you as he speaks, refusing to make eye contact. âDidn't mean to bother you; I justââ You shake your head, interrupting him. âThereâs no reason for you to apologise.â You pause, considering for a long moment before continuing. âWhat's up?â He exhales shakily, then hesitantly meets your gaze again. âIâDarry yelled at me again. He got real mad this time.â His voice cracks, and you pull him close once more. You know Darryâs been harder on him as of late, expecting too much of a boy Ponyâs age. You know he means well, but you also know the toll itâs been taking on the younger Curtis brother and how difficult these past few weeks have been for him. âSometimes I don't think Darry likes me very much.â You can hear the vulnerability in his tone, unable to miss how broken he appears. He's not crying anymore; if anything, he looks a little embarrassed and ashamed. You frown, brushing his damp bangs from his forehead. âDon't be ridiculous.â Your tone is firm, determined to keep him from ever getting caught up in that dark spiral. âHe cares about you a whole lot.â âHe's got a funny way of showin' it.â Pony grumbles softly, and you can't help but laugh at his bluntness, wrapping your arms tighter around him. âI wish he'd be nicer. I really don't like all the fighting we do.â âI know. But it'll get easier.â You look down at him. âIf you want, I can go talk some sense into him.â That earns you a smile as Ponyboy nods, squeezing you a little tighter. âGood luck. I doubt heâll listen.â You press a quick kiss to his forehead, smiling softly. âIâll try my best.â
Johnny Cade - Arms circle around your waist, gripping onto you tightly as you comb your fingers through his tangled, and still heavily greased, hair. Johnnyâs head rests in your lap, eyes squeezed shut as he tries desperately to fall into some sort of relaxed state, but he just can't seem to find the will within himself to do so. You watch him silently, running a finger absently along his jawline, taking in the bruises and cuts littering his face and arms. He looks worn thin and broken; his cheeks are tear-stained and hollowed by exhaustion. His breathing remains unsteady and uneven, his skin pale, and you can't help but reach out and brush the pad of your thumb across the faint lines beneath his eyes, your brow furrowing deeply. He flinches slightly but doesnât open his eyes, his breath hitching. âSorry,â You whisper, going back to smoothing your hand over his hair. âDidnât mean to startle you.â Johnny lets out a soft sigh, leaning his forehead against your stomach. âS' okayâŠâ He shifts a little closer to you, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. â...just glad yer here.â You bite your lower lip, tracing patterns into the back of his hand with your thumb, pressing soft kisses against his forehead as you let him snuggle closer, relishing in the simple closeness of it all. It eases your nerves knowing he's safe with you and calms the storm raging inside of you. Your mind wanders back to earlier, the images of him lying, half-dead, in that field flashing unbidden through your mind.  It takes a lot to make Johnny Cade cry, but the second you had knelt down beside him and pulled him into your arms while the gang huddled about you, his composure had completely crumbled. Sobs had wracked his body, shaking his entire frame, and you could do nothing but hold him until he had finally calmed down. And now, here he was, curled up into your embrace, clinging to you like a lifeline. Every little noise made him jump, every sudden movement made his muscles tense, and your heart ached for him. You wanted so badly to make everything better, but there was nothing you could do. All you could do was stay there, holding him as he cried, wishing that there was something you could do besides sit by and whisper softly to him. But, you know, right now, just you being there is enough for him.
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Dean and Y/N had been arguing the whole car ride back to the hotel. âOh so now Iâm not good enough?!â She asked him angry as he snapped his head towards her. âI never said that.â Dean told her as she shook her head not believing his word at all. âIâm a girl so I wonât get the work done right?â She sneered at the Winchester hunter. âI never said that!â He yelled back at her taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at her. âWell, thatâs how it sounded to me.â She told her as she crossed her arms across her chest. âOh Iâm sorry!â He said sarcastically to her.
Y/N scoffed as he sighed. âIâm sorry okay.â He said that time genuinely. âNo, youâre not.â She told him not wanting to give in to him. âLookâ.â âNo!â She said. Dean groaned and pulled his impala over to the side. âWhat are you doing?â She asked him as he put his car in park and gets out. She watched him as he walked over to the passenger side of the car and he opened it pulling her out. âLet me go.â She tried to get his grip off of her. âStand.â He ordered making her glare at him. âLook, Iâm sorry okay? I mean it.â He said as she shakes her head. âLetâs just go.â She told him. âNo! Not until you take the apology.â He said to her as she shakes her head and leaned against the hood of the impala. âWeâre not leaving until you take the apology.â He told her as she looked up at the him.
âWell, then we are going to stay here all night.â She smiled up at the hunter. âCome on!â He said as he turned to look at the view from where he had parked. The place was alone. So, they had some privacy in the place. Y/N just looked at the view not saying a thing. She wanted to get on his nerves, just like he has the past week. She was done and she was really annoyed with him. Sam would say they act like a lot like a couple, more like a married couple. Y/N would throw him something as he would just laugh like it was a joke to him. He would say that the sexual tension between them was really strong and they will explode one day and they will have some most likely angry, fun, sex. Y/N scoffed at the thought she had.
She would prefer to burn in hell again. Then to ever have sex with Dean. Well, she wouldnât admit it to her self or to anyone like ever. âSo, youâre just gonna be there?â He asked her as he turned back around to her. âWell, where am I supposed to be?â She snipped at him. Y/N and Dean had been best friends since they can remember. But lately they had been going at it back and forth between arguments about her safety and what not. And it would really piss her off.
She groaned. âWhat do you want from me? Youâre acting like I canât take care of myself.â She told him Iâm very capable, Dean!â She raised her voice at him. She was fed up with the same argument every day. Everytime they went on a hunt and she got a little hurt. She was just tired of all of it. She was done.
Dean glared into her back and stomps over to her in anger. He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. âI know you can, but I worry, Sammy he worries.â He said to her. Y/N angrily pushed him back into the impala slamming him against it with her arm on his neck. âLeave meâ.â Before she could say anything. Dean slammed his lips against hers so she would stop talking. She didnât hesitate to kiss him back. He grabbed her waist turning her around and slammed her against the impala making her gasp into the kiss. Y/N took his bottom lip and bites it hard making wince. Breathing heavily. Dean pulled away a few inches away from her. She was so turned on by the kiss. âFuck me.â She whispered against his lips.
He didnât hesitate a moment. He opened the back door of the impala pulling her inside with him as she got on top of his lap. Both hunters ripping each others clothes off flying everywhere around the car. Dean took her nipple in his mouth making her throw her head back rolling her hips wanting some kind of friction. His other hand taking in her other nipple as she moaned. Doing the same thing with the other. He lets go. He reached down rubbing softly her clothed pussy making her moan, as he moved it to the side.
Y/N reached down on him and unzipped his pants reaching inside bringing out his unbelievably hard shaft her hands pumping it making him throw his head back as his moans softly. Y/N lifted herself up as he looked into her eyes putting it in her entrance. Dean grabs her hips as she slides down. She moans as he stretched her out. Dean gripped her hips tightly as he thrusted up as she slides down. âOh god!â She fell forward as his tip hits her G-spot. Dean holds her waist as she started moving up and down his dick.
âFuck, you feel so tight.â Dean groaned as she started going faster. Y/N sat up straight putting her hands on his chest for support as she bounced on him at a rapid pace getting moans out of the hunter. Her moans started getting louder as she clenched around him her orgasm at bay. Dean knew he was about to cum as well as he felt his dick start to twitch âlet go for me, princess, let it all go.â Was all he need to say as she gasped her breathing stopping as her eyes rolled to the back of her as she shook uncontrollably. Just watching the way she trembled on top of him, the way her walls fluttered it had triggered his own climax. âAaargh!!â Dean gripped her hips very tightly rolling her hips making him hiss as he released his seed inside of her. Spurt after spurt as she gasped at the overstimulation he was giving her. âDean, fuck! Dean, aah!â She digs her nails into his chest as she felt her second one coming along. She was so sensitive that she tensed as she screwed her eyes shut as she shook another orgasm overtaking her body in ways she couldnât imagine.
She felt like she was sent to heaven. Dean lets out a loud grunt and stopped her as she flopped onto his chest breathing heavily as she felt her heart about to come out of her chest. âArgh, fuck.â Dean glowed as he lifted her up off of him as she sat on his side her eyes closed as she catches her breath from what just happened. Sheâs been with men before. But no one and she means no one ever came close to giving her an orgasm like he did. And not just once but twice.
She opened her eyes after a while a lazy smile on her face. âFuck.â She said laughing as she looked over at a smiling Winchester hunter. âThat wasâŠâ she didnât know what word to use for what had just happened.
âAmazing? Heavenly?â He said laughing as they both sat there. âYeah you could say that.â She said as she bites her lip. She looked at his softening dick and she bites her lips. He was pretty big. She couldâve felt it when he would slam into her. âLike what you see?â He asked her as she looked back to his eyes as he smirked. âYeah, I do actually.â She said. âWould it be too much to say⊠I want another round?â She asked.
âTrust me sweetheart, way ahead of you.â He said as he looked down, making her look down and saw his dick getting hard again. She smiled. He grabbed her from her waist making her lay down making her giggle as he got between her legs. His hard dick thrusted into her sensitive pussy making her gasp.
Itâs how they sent the reminder of two hours. Both letting out frustrations with each other.
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If you have any requests lmk. Iâll see what I can do. Since I donât really do stuff like this. I can try. The only things I donât do. Are daddy kinks or wincest, or age gap. But other than that feel free. If you can a castiel one. Lmk I donât write about him but Iâll do it for you and Iâll try my very best to do it. âșïž ps. Iâm a destiel shipper but I donât write destiel smut sorry.
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you are in love | t.n
pairing: theodore nott x implied slytherin? best friend reader
the one where Y/N is convinced theo doesnât have feelings for her, especially near valentineâs day
btw I did mention a bit of young sirius black in there oops time lapse idc- also! why are summaries so hard to write?
you are in love - taylor swift
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One look, dark room, meant just for you
Youâre sitting in the library with Theo, Pansy, and Draco studying for your upcoming Potions exam. Theo only invited you but Pansy overheard and then invited her boyfriend.
Youâre sitting next to Theo, still wearing your short skirt uniform. His left hand is on your thigh, his pinky barely going underneath your skirt as he slightly moves his hand back and forth. You donât even notice it because itâs become so routine. Especially with the weather, winter is approaching and you made the mistake of forgetting your coat. Theosâ hand was warming you up in the cold library.
You feel someone kick you and you look up to see the culprit, Pansy. She nods her eyebrows and points her eyes to where Theosâ hand is. You check the corner of your eye to make sure Theo isnât looking. Once you determine he isnât, you simply give Pansy a shrug. She scoffs and lifts her head to speak to the group, âDonât you guys think itâs getting late?â Sheâs smiling but you can see what sheâs doing. She wants to question the heck out of you as soon as possible, yet again.
Theo turns to you, waiting for your answer, as if his answer will be anything you decide. You have to admit, you are tired. âYea, letâs head back.â Immediately Theo begins packing both of your things. You barely had time to process what he was doing before he was finished.
He grabs his and your bags when he says, âLetâs go.â You both stood up at the same time but he grabs you by the waist to stop you from walking away. âYou canât go out like that. Itâs about to start raining and youâre wearing a skirt.â He grabs his coat from where he had placed it neatly behind him. As heâs wrapping his coat around you, he takes a few steps closer to you, enough to where you can feel his breath. He begins buttoning the coat and your eyes turn to look at his hands. You can tell heâs looking at your eyes but youâre afraid to look up.
âGeez get a room guys! Hurry up or weâre gonna leave you behind.â Dracosâ voice makes you take a step back and grab your bag off his shoulder. You speed walk towards Pansy and Theo hears something of an apology. He was left with his heart beating out of his chest all because the girl of his dreams was right in front of him and his Draco ruined it.
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Theo is lying on you with his arms wrapped around your torso, his head below your neck. Youâre playing with his hair as you listen to Blaise and Mattheo debate over you donât know what.
You unintentionally make eye contact with Pansy. She raises her eyebrows and gives you a smirk. Sheâs the only one who knows about your feelings and constantly finds chances to subtly tease you. She always says he likes you too. However, you donât see it. Theo and you are just friends, he will never have feelings for you.
You see that sheâs in the exact same position as you are. Except nobody questions her because she and Draco are in a relationship. Your hand freezes on Theosâ hair and he looks up at you, âAre you okay?â His eyes piercing into yours.
You give him your most convincing smile, âYea, Iâm just tired.â You look away so he canât see youâre lying to him.
He hugs you tighter for a second then says, âOkay letâs go to bed then.â He pulls away, getting off of you in the most gentlemanly manner. Once heâs off the couch he uses his left hand to hold yours and wraps his right hand around your waist as if you needed that extra support. âGuys weâre gonna go upstairs.â Theo announces their departure to the group.
Blaise gasps over-dramatically, âWeâre going upstairs? Thank Merlin Iâm tired!â He starts to fan himself, provoking Theo.
Theo narrows his eyes at the boy and shoves Blaise back down into his seat as the pair walk by hand in hand. âNot everyone âweâ, âweâ as in Y/N and I. Goodnight.â He says without looking back, pulling you away from them.
Goodnight. He said goodnight. Implying youâll be sleeping together, right? Youâre pretty sure your face is a complete tomato. You turn around with a big smile, âGoodnight everybody, have a safe sleep!â Your voice echoes as you walk up the steps to Theosâ individual dorm.
What you didnât get to hear is the conversation that continued in the common room.
âSafe? Who says have a safe sleep?â
âNot important Blaise.â Pansy rolls her eyes, âDid you guys see them? They are so annoying with the âThey donât like me backâ back and forth. We need to do something.â
They spend quite a bit of time coming up with a plan that would get one of you to confess your feelings to the other. They have too many to choose from, possibly too many that go too far. That would be Dracoâs and Mattheoâs fault.
Upstairs in Theosâ dorm is a different story. He had lent you some of his shorts that he grew out of and a loose shirt, that was way oversized on you. You were lying in his bed waiting for him to exit the restroom. You two were just going to sleep, you knew that, but you couldnât help all the scenarios that crossed through your mind.
You unconsciously played with the necklace Theo had gifted you for absolutely no reason at all. It was his initial with a note card reading, âNot because I own you, but because I know you.â And you havenât taken it off since.
You slightly open your eyes and you can tell it must be the middle of the night. Youâre laying on Theosâ chest and look up to see him staring at you with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, âYou're my best friend.â and you knew what it was, he is in love. At least you hope?
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Valentineâs Day was coming up and so was the number of boys that were asking you to Hogsmeade. You were surprised that anybody at all was asking you out. Typically you just go with your friends to get a ButterBeer and walk around. For the past few years youâve hoped Theo would ask you but he never has.
Due to the amount of second and third years asking you out, you assumed it was a prank. But then, Sirius Black asked you out and you found yourself saying yes to him with no hesitation. One conversation with him and your question of how does he get so many girls, is gone.
Youâre doing homework in your dorm wearing your comfortable afterschool outfit. Someone knocks on your door, you get up from your bed and see that itâs Theo holding a small black present bag beautifully designed. Your mouth turns into that huge smile it does when you see him as you open the door. Immediately you wrap your arms around him to hug him, âHi! Did we have plans?â
You let go once you realize he wasnât hugging you back. In fact, he looked pissed. âSirius Black? Do you know how many girls heâs been with? How many girls heâs made cry?â Okay so he found out.
You throw your head back in nervous laughter, âTheo, do you know how many girls youâve been with?â You walk back into your room, Theo following you and closing the door behind him.
âHim and I are not the same person.â His eyes are piercing into yours. Heâs two steps away from you and it feels like his skin is on yours. âI was going to ask you to Hogsmeade. I was going to ask you- you just needed to give me time. This is for you, for the day I was going to ask you.â
Heâs holding out the small black present bag to you. It has a neatly set bow on the top, confirming that Pansy helped him with this gift. You open the bag and take out something inside, you see you two are dancing in a snow globe roundâ and roundâ. Theo charmed the snowglobe so your figures would not only dance but play in the snow together, sit under a tree, swing on the swing set.
You gasp, itâs the most beautiful gift youâve ever received. âThank you thank you thank you!â You put the snowglobe down on your nightstand and give him the biggest hug, squeezing him as hard as you can. âI love it! I also got you a presentâŠsort of.â You open your nightstand drawer and picking up the wrapped gift and handing it to Theo.
He chuckles, âIsnât this just meant to be.â He whispers the last part mostly to himself but you softly smile having heard it. He rips the wrapping and sees itâs a gold frame with a photo of the two of you, heâs behind you with his chin on your head and his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands are placed above his, securing they donât leave. You both have a goofy smiles on your face.
âItâs for your nightstand, I donât know I just thought itâd be cut-â
He interrupts you, âI love it. I absolutely love it.â He drags out his last word and now the silence is so loud. He has put down the gift and started staring at your necklace, the one he gave you for no reason at all.
The light reflects the chain on your neck. He sighs, taking a final step towards you, almost closing the space. He says, "Look up," and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough. He gently touches the necklace then smiles almost to himself. He meets your eyes, âI like you so so much Y/N. I have for years now and I canât keep trying to forget you. I was going to ask you I promise. You just had to give me a little more time. Iâve spent my whole life trying to put this into words. Itâs love, true love.â
He grabs your face and quickly presses his lips against yours, you waste no time kissing him back. This is finally happening, you never thought this would happen. You never thought you would be in this situation.
Youâre the first to pull away and your foreheads are leaning on each other while youâre both breathing heavily. You give him a quick peck on the lips then a teasing smile when he pouts as you pull away. âI like you so so much too Theo.â He looks up in shock, quickly sitting on your bed and pulling you to straddle his waist.
He puts his hands dangerously low and attempts to pull you closer to him, you can tell it works when you see him take a deep breath and hard gulp. His eyes roam your body as he smirks, your face now in his hands, he says, âSo youâre saying itâs love? True love?â
You throw your head back in laughter, âYes, yes Iâm saying itâs love. Itâs true lov-.â With your final answer Theo interrupts you by feverishly placing his lips on yours. You donât mind the interruption at all though.
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Backseat Pillow Princess
Hey y'all! I like to call this game, "Guess what I saw and cant stop fucking thinking about?" Take this because I need them both carnally and I'm sure you do too!
Enjoy :D
Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, the reader is annoying and Logan pretends to hate it in a way that seems like he actually does, they should have fucked but uhhh they didn't, lots of tension, pt.2 coming soon hopefully?
PT.2 UP NOW
"Bae i love youuu, you my everythinggg~"
"Can she shut the fuck up"
"I'm your main bitchhhh, fuck a wedding ringggg~"
"Only if you ask her nicely,"
"Nah, I like when he's mean."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me"
The nonstop back-and-forth bickering had been going on for about 2 and a half hours now and the man the myth the legend, Wolverine was getting dangerously tired of it, unfortunately. Your shitty renditions of Sexyy Red matched with Deadpools incessant yapping was becoming too much to bear.
But little did he know, that was exactly your plan.
"Are we there yetttt" You whine from the backseat, sprawled out with your arm over your face.
It had been what felt like days (despite it only being a couple hours as previously mentioned) you'd been driving and the fact that you were in a small space filled with touch-starved testosterone(Wade and Logan) wasn't helping your case.
"If you shut up it'll go faster," Logan grumbles, Wade's chatting only worsening.
"No, it won't, you're just being mean! What's a sexy, super talented, immortal.. sorta, girl like myself supposed to do?" You whine again, an idea soon popping into your head.
If there was anything you loved more than seeing how far you could push this crotchety son of a bitch, it was stirring the pot.
Knowing the idiot riding passenger, a slip-up was inevitable and all it would take was the right pressure applied from yours truly.
"Hey Wade, wanna ask Wolvie what he's gonna do when he gets back? To his own timeline that is." You hum, resting your elbows on the middle console and your chin in your palms.
Ah yes, the fantasy your sick little brain conjured up was almost to fruition. All they needed were a few nudges and you'd all be at each other's throats with as much violent, sexual tension you could dream of.
"Yeah, what will you do if the TVA can fix your timeline?"
Bingo
You lean back, preparing for the absolute bloodbath that's bound to take place as the tension skyrockets.
Now up until this point, you'd be trying your damndest to get into Wolverine's pants, call it 'something you needed to scratch off your bucket list'. Anyway, from the "Mad Max"(as Wade put it) esque part of the void all the way here, you made your fair share of passes.
Unfortunately, all were shot down with a snark comment, the unsheathing of those gorgeous adamantium claws, or a growl...all of which only further fueled your desire. What could you say you liked a challenge?
"What did you say?"
You lean forward, making eye contact with Wade, his head shaking as if to say "No don't don't don't" but you were never good with social cues.
"He said 'IF' sweetheart." You retort, practically kicking your feet as the look in Logan's eyes grows wild, that growl barely bubbling in his throat as he and Wade converse back and forth.
"You shut the fuck up." He seethes, though directed at you his eyes stay focused on Wade.
You fight the urge to say 'make me" but you soon become quiet when Logan really starts to read your buddy in red. Oh, this fucker was definitely projecting...
"And you," He's got an accusatory, gloved finger pointing at the center of your face.
"You got some unresolved daddy issues or something? I don't know what hole or holes you're trying to fill but I can sure as shit tell you the harder you try to get under my skin the more it makes me wanna rip yours off that pretty-looking face." He growls, your heart practically beating out of your chest.
"Now I suggest each of you shut your goddamn mouths until we are where we need to be."
It's silent for a second again and you can feel the bridge about to break...anyyy second now.
"I'm gonna fight you now."
Three...
Logan chuckles, amused at the fact that Wade would even suggest he could getaway with something like that
Two..
And mid-sentence, Wade's fists make contact with Logan's nose.
One.
You scoot back, the car shaking as Wades head makes contact with hr car door and then the radio, each smack of his skull changing the station.
âOmg nooo donât kill each other youâre both so hot and sexy and cool, nooo.â You yelp, your false concerned pleas falling on deaf ears.
And once the blood from each blow splatters against your face, you feel a bit opted to join in. Besides, he hurt your feelings, he deserved a little ass-kicking.
Question, when three seemingly frustrated and regenerative assholes get into a car fight with tensions, sexual or otherwise, that have been building for about 2 days now, what happens?
You slip past the pair of claws that just barely nick your side as you shove the driver's seat forward, effectively trapping Logan for a moment.
"You did this on purpose! You honry fuck!" Wade shouts, using his elbow to crack your skull and shoved you right back into your spot behind them before you can respond. Logan pushed the seat back again, now trapping you as his claws stabbed through the cushion, impalling you through the back of the seat.
"FUCK! This isn't how this was supposed to pan out in my head!" You yelp, gasping when the claws leave you feeling the worst kind of empty.
"I didn't even do anything he's the one that lied!" You seethe, using the heel of your boot to kick Wade's side in, the crack of bones bringing you much satisfaction.
"IT WAS AN EDUCATED WISH!" He defends, unloading about 3 bullets into your sternum before kicking Logan out the winsheild, glass falling inside and out.
You take a gulp of air, digging the bullet out before locking your arm around Wade's neck and the passenger seat headrest.
"You red-clad cunt! I was supposed to rizz him up, fuck him, and ride off into the sunset with my rugged fucking mountain of a man and you RUINED IT!" You shout, releasing Wade when six separate knives dig right back into you.
Taking the chance, you throw the back of your head at his face before pulling his claws from out your sides and kicking Wade's chest in. Looks like legs were your strong suit today!
"You said you didn't wanna fill any holes, yet here we are!" You growl in frustration, turning back around to shove your boot heel into this man's rock-hard chest.
He only grabs your ankle, pulling you forward, once again skewered by his claws. Your position is less than ideal, any other angle would for sure look l like you were on the receiving end of some damn good strokes.
And there it is, that stupid bloodied grin he gives while he watches your eyes squeeze shut and your head tilt back. A light, yet pained swear left your bloodied lips and the gasp that leaves your lungs when his claws retracted was just as erotic as you'd imagine.
"Would've been better off fucking at this point huh?" You joke, seeing Wade creep up behind the backseat door.
"Maybe." He responds a bit coy, the tension only dying down for a fraction of a second before you're at each other's throats again.
With your help, Wade is right back in the car, and the three of you are now waiting for the next move. Logan's up against the dash, Wade is heaving against the backseat by your side, the two of you manspreading with a dangerously hungry look directed at the man in yellow.
"This is pointless. We're gonna be here for hours regenerating and fucking each other up, but damn if it isn't fun." you chuckle, letting your head lull back against the completely destroyed headrest.
"So what do you suggest, 'sweetheart'," Logan growls, using your little pet name from earlier.
"Oh I think you know very well what I suggest, but I'm starting to believe you just can get it up can you peepaw?" You insult, Logan's face contorting in a sneer.
There's another silence, your gaze locked with Logan's as you both teeter on the edge of regular frustration and the urge to rip each other's clothes off. This fuckers love language was definitely acts of playful violence...if playful meant an absolute bloodbath in this stupid-ass honda odyssey.
"I feel like there's some underlying tension here that I definitely wanna be a part of.
"You shut the fuck up" You speak simultaneously, Wade doing just that.
"So what'll it be, bub. Fuck me or fight me?" You mock, seeing that smile right back on his face.
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You would like to say that the remainder of the day, into the night, all the way into the wee hours of the morning were spent furiously love-making in the bloody and battered Honda, but that would only be half the truth.
The moonlight had shone so brightly down on the three of you, each movement calculated, as you continued to punch, stab, pick and damn near fuck each other in the enclosed space.
At one point your hands were pinned to the dented dashboard, Logan slotted between your legs, Wade right behind your oddly bent body....accept Wade's gun was at the small of your back and Logan had his hand wrapped tightly around your throat as your legs squeezed as tight as possible.
And at another, you'd been hovering above Logan, hands at his chest while Wade had a fistful of your hair, his grip lethal... a-although your hands were only at his chest cause you were double-fisting two knives that you had wedged to the hilt into each to his pectorals...and Wade was also pulling your hair to get a better angle at your chest since he deemed it was "only fair" considering you were going the same to the man beneath you.
It had only gotten worse, your comments ranging from rude to just plain nasty, and the farther along you went in the night....strangely enough, the better everything felt. The slight accidental/intentional grind of your hips against Logans, or the way you just so happened to fall back into Wade's chest, your bodies pressed so close together you could feel each breath you both took.
"Oh you just don't know when to quit, do you honey?" Logan grumbles, throwing you off him, your positions quickly switch.
"Not in my vocabulary sweetheart." You shoot back, gasping when Wade grips your hair again.
"Yeah, thought you were seeing the pattern ready peanut, she's hard to break." He chuckles, a filthy smile making its way over your bloodied face.
You were practically sandwiched, Wade behind you, his chest to your back, and your legs just barely make room for Logan who was kneeling one leg on the backseat, the other slightly off the edge.
"This is a little unfair don't you think? Feels like I'm about to get tag-teamed." You joke, the moonlight illuminating the current position just enough.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're sick." Logan scoffs, only feeding into your slight delusions.
"Yeah, I might be sick but you're a hypocrite, You want it too, don't you? I know for sure Wade does, 'cause that's definitely not his gun on my ass." You shoot back, body and brain stirring from the hours of activities.
He doesn't say anything, just tightens he grip he has on your hips.
âCmonnn, we had our nice,â you glance over at the destroyed radio, your hopes of trying to get the time seemingly crushed.
âWeâll say 9 hours give or take, weâve already been fighting and none of us are really satisfied.â
You can feel Wade adjust, his hands now secure at your shoulders, massaging the small of your neck with his thumbs.
âWe all know whatâs gonna solve that and we can put this whole debacle behind us.â You coax, your hips rolling a bit to meet his and he turn his head, jaw working as if he was seriously considering the offer.
And with a finally huff what really sounded more like a growl of last restrained, heâs on you.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ-
YES IM MAKING A PART TWO YES THERE WILL BE SMUT BECAUSE WTF YALL. UHHH HOPE YOU ENJOY LMK IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED I. THE NEXT PART!
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Hi!!! Im not used to requesting but i just thought of this, could you write a scenario where the reader, does the trend where you pretend to pet a dog/cat like you drag your hand over there head like your about to pet them, but you dont? and they lean into it and dont understand what your doing? i hope you get what i mean!! sorry if i was unclear... đđ
(with gorou, itto, lyney, tighnari, maybe neuvilette or zhongli?? and anyone else you want)
I know exactly what you mean, my cat and dog do that a lot.
Pairing: Gorou, Itto, Tighnari, Neuvilette, Zhongli x Reader
Tags: fluff, cuteness overload, pouting, wanting headpats, tail shenanigans, cuddles, hand kisses
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A/N: I'm sorry I don't write for Lyney but I'm gonna include everyone else.
Gorou is embaressed if you do this in front of his men. He's always had a bit of a cuteness to him, you said so too. That cuteness doesn't go away when he's the one giving orders, it makes him cuter and you can't resist letting your hand hover above his head. Nor can he resist leaning his head to the side to feel your fingers against his fluffy ear and his tail wagging the slightest bit before he pulls away.
Itto always wants to know how much you adore him and headpats are a very acceptable form of affection to the big oni. Will put his head into your lap when he's talking but won't directly ask. Instead he waits for your hand to be within range of his head and then he takes his story up a notch, thus also leaning up into your touch. His toothy grin is prevalent on his face when he feels your hand press firmer.
Tighnari will deny that he enjoys what you're doing, claiming that it's silly or childish. And yet when he comes back tired from patrols and collapses into the bed next to you he yearns for your touch. He will cuddle up to you, his big ears flicking back and forth until your hand is close enough for him to lean up into it. A tired, but content sigh leaves his lips while you pet him and welcome him home.
Neuvilette noticed your hand hovering but at first he payed it no mind. He was waiting for you to lower it and run your fingers against his hair. When the touch never came he stopped his writing and looked at you, confusion met with an odd kind of smugness that was actually kinda cute on you. To get this over with he leaned into your touch instead, a small smile forming on his lips as he did so.
Zhongli was very confused as to why you're letting your hand hover like that. At first he misunderstood the gesture and thought you wanted him to kiss your hand and so he did. When you did it again you saw his dragon tail tapping impatiently behind him, his mind wanting to figure this out. Just when he looked like he would walk away he leaned into your hand, eyes widening at your smile.
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Cold Nights
Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Summary: Reader doesn't show up for morning training. Ghost doesn't know what to think.
Word Count: 794
Tw: fluff, angst, mentions of being sick, soldiers being scared of simon lol, ooc simon probably, he calls reader kid, i think that's itđ€
A/N: I'm sick and this came to my mind, I just want simon to take care of me okay???đ„čđ€§ this is super bad as usual. still hope you like it. pls remember english isn't my first language, corrections are welcome âšđ
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Ghost doesn't see her at the cafeteria, nor the training room. He's disgruntled. His eyes keep drifting apart from the soldiers in front of him, waiting for the next round of endless push ups he's gonna make them go through.
Why isn't she here?
His body feels restless, pacing back and forth.
Soap doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight from one foot to another.
"Johnny," he calls him. "You're in charge."
"Lt.?" He quirks a brow, not understanding. That's so unlike him.
"Got things to do."
He storms out of the room, the walls rattle when he closes the doors.
It's a cold day. Just like the day before.
Days used to mean nothing to him.
Time.
Until she came along. Three years ago.
That woman... he sighs.
Was it something he said? Didn't they talk about it last night?
Everything was fine.
Or so he thought.
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"We shouldn't be out here, kid." He mutters. It's freezing, he can see her trembling even beneath her hoodie. Well it was actually his. The hoodie completely swallowing her small form.
"I know, I know!" She laughs. Her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. "I just... it was too loud inside." That he can agree on. "Is it true?" She asks a few seconds later.
Simon stills. Choosing his next words carefully.
"What?"
"What Soap said." A heartbeat. "About us."
There's a silence that falls between them.
"Those were the words of a drunk man."
"Were they?" her smile is contagious. Damn her and her beautiful soul. "Would you come with me if I asked you to?"
He stares directly at her, trying to find any sign of doubt. He's always mesmerized by her gentle nature. That's something he never knew. Perhaps that's why he was so drawn to her. Longed to be wherever she was. Breathe the same air.
"I'd say that's highly inappropriate." He states. "And that you've had too many shots of whatever poor excuse of a whiskey Johnny made you drink."
"Price called it piss water." She shooks her head. "You're changing the subject!"
Simon chuckles. He really does.
"You've got such power over me no one else could ever have, kid."
And he's doomed.
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He's trying so hard, going through the events of the night, trying to remember. What happened? Nothing out of line was said. She seemed content when they parted ways, right after he had kissed her good night outside her room. Simon saw the way her eyes lit up with a spark he never saw before. The longing stare. Remembers vividly how she had stopped him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt pulling him down for another heated kiss.
He walks down the corridor with long strides. Hands balled into fists. He shouldn't be this mad. But that was the effect she had in him.
He tries to cool down. Ghost was scared too. What if she had changed her mind and didn't want anything to do with him? He was messing up his head at the mere thought.
He finally makes it to the room, knocking twice before her soft voice tells him he can come in.
Inside the room, all the curtains were closed, not a single ray of light made it inside apart from the lamp casting shadows around. Furrowing his brows he closes the door behind him with a low click.
"Kid?" He calls her. Immediately rolling on her side she welcomes him, red eyes, stuffy nose and looking disheveled.
"Sorry I missed training." She apologizes. Changing to a sitting position and waits for him to sit next to her.
"What's wrong?" He demands with a soft voice. She's still wearing his hoodie from last night. Rubbing her eyes she gives Simon a tired smile.
"I'm just really sick Simon." She answers, he can hear her hoarse voice now.
"Bloody hell, love." His hand goes straight to her face, caressing her cheek. "Did you go to the infirmary?" Closing her eyes, she rest her head against his hand.
"Mhm. Got some painkillers prescribed. Still feel horrible."
"Good, it'll take some time for you to feel better. You need to rest, okay?". The look he gave her leaves no room for discussion.
"Wasn't planning on leaving my bed you know?" He smiles ever so slightly. "Would you stay with me?" When he doesn't answer right away she adds: "never mind you'll catch whatever this bug is and i don't ..."
"Sweetheart," he interrupts her rambling. "Scoot over."
She looks at him wide-eyed.
"You... you don't," she stutters.
"No, I don't mind at all. If there's anything you need just tell me, copy?" She nods, staring at his blue eyes. "Told you we shouldn't have been outside last night."
"Even if it meant catching a cold, I'm glad we did, Simon."
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MDNI - cw: nerd!choso x fem!reader, (âpretty girl,â âsweetheartâ), fingering (f! receiving), public sex, not very detailed smut, not proofread
thinking about nerd!choso who you see one day in a lecture - his focus on the professor, when heâd twist his rings as fidget, and his cute, inky ponytails that made you want to thread your fingers through his hair - see if it felt as soft as it looked.
but when the lecture was over and everyone started filing out of the room, you were able to see his face. he had an aloof expression, and his eye bags made it seem he hadnât slept in a good while. a black tattoo stretched across the bridge of his nose, making him stand out strangely, even though he didnât seem like the type to want the attention.
you continued to see him around the campus, always with that same tired and bored attitude. you hadnât even spoken to him - yet he was all you could think about. you hadnât even heard his voice!
so you decided to do something about it. putting on your most revealing denim skirt, layering two tank tops on top of each other (both with a low cut). you hadnât cared that much about how good your hair looked or how slutty you seemed in a while, but the extra hour you spent getting ready before your next lecture would all be worth it - hopefully.
you watched him, waiting in anticipation until the professor would stop droning and you could talk to him. finally, after a good hour - the lecture was done. you quickly grabbed your purse and caught him as he was making his way out of the lecture hall. âhey, wait up!â he stops, turning around. his eyes are wide. youâre surprised when you realize how tall he really is - a good head taller than you.
âiâm sorryâŠi donât know your name.â he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. he had baggy black pants and an old Korn t-shirt. you hoped your cheeks werenât red, but he was soâŠalluring.
âwell, i donât know yours, either.â you grin. he looks surprised that you asked, and that youâre even speaking to him. ââŠchoso.â you try to contain your own excitement as you smile up at him.
âiâve seen you around campus. you seem really smartâŠand iâm kind of failing,â you chuckle, swaying back and forth on your feet. âi was wondering if youâd tutor me, by any chance?â
chosoâs mouth stretched out to a tiny smile, one that sent your heart beating furiously. âiâm not that smartâŠbut iâd love to help.â he sounded so sweet, like he really did care if you failed or not. why couldnât all guys be like him?
your eyes light up as you thank him profusely. the thought of spending time with choso, alone, was enough to make you thank yourself for actually making it this far in life. the next day, you would meet with choso in the universityâs library and go over trigonometry together - at least, that was the plan.
but what really happened was his fingers finding their way knuckle deep inside you, his face leaned closely against your neck as he peppered kisses along your smooth skin. you bit your lip as you tried to conceal your noises, but two of his fingers were enough to make you go insane.
âshh, pretty girl. gotta be quiet for me, mkay?â he bit down softly on your collarbone, causing you to whine. his teeth grazing over your skin, plus the added feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, were enough to make your toes curl. âch-cho-âm gonna-â âthatâs it, sweetheart. come for me.â you let out a broken groan as you came, bucking your hips forward into his hand. youâd never came so hard in your life.
ââŠthink we need to go to my place to study sâmore, donât you think?â
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Beg A Little
Chris Sturniolo x Reader
You and your best friend Chris are hanging out, like you do every night. Playful banter turns into something more. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Chris playfully teases you, pushing you to beg for more even after you swore he couldnât.
Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral, praise kink, begging
It was another night at Chrisâs place, which, in all honesty, was pretty much every night. You were both lounging on his couch, your feet sprawled across his lap, surrounded by the glow of string lights that you had helped Chris hang up months ago. You lost track of how many nights you spent like this - talking, laughing, and losing to your best friend in video games.
Chris was sprawled out on the other end of the couch, looking effortlessly handsome in his usual hoodie and beanie combo. He was tryingâand failingâto hide his smug smile as he watched you struggle trying to beat him, your face one of pure concentration.
âYouâre really bad at this, you know that?â he teased, glancing over with that familiar playful grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
âShut up, Sturniolo,â you shot back, trying to focus but feeling the heat of his gaze on you. âIâm just letting you win to boost your fragile ego.â
Chris laughed, low and teasing. âFragile? Nah, my egoâs doing just fine. But if you need an excuse for why you keep losing, Iâll let you have that.â
You threw a pillow at him, which he easily dodged, his grin widening. It was all so typicalâyou and Chris throwing playful insults back and forth like it was your second language.
Chris tossed the controller aside, scooting closer. âYou know, you talk a big game for someone whoâs consistently terrible at every video game ever.â
You snorted, rolling your eyes but feeling your pulse quicken at his proximity. âMaybe Iâm just pretending to be bad so youâll pay more attention to me.â
He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a bit closer. âOh, is that what you want? More attention?â
Your breath caught at the shift in his tone. You leaned back, but Chris followed, his face inches from yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
âMaybe,â you said, your voice soft but teasing. âOr maybe Iâm just tired of watching you act like youâre all that when we both know youâre just a dork in a beanie.â
Chris laughed, his eyes darkening as they flicked down to your lips and back up again. âA dork, huh? Thatâs not what youâll be saying when youâre begging me to help you beat the next level.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. âOh, please. Like you could make me beg for anything.â
Chrisâs grin turned mischievous as he moved even closer, his hand resting on the back of the couch beside your head, while the other moved to your bare thigh. âWanna bet?â
The tension between you was electric now, your banter shifting from lighthearted to something charged and flirty. This was also typical for the two of you, flirting that never led to anything. Although, it seems tonight that Chris was feeling risky. Chrisâs thumb brushed your jaw, tracing a slow line that made your breath hitch. The playful smirk never left his face, but his touch was soft, deliberate, as if he was testing the waters.
âYouâre all talk, Sturniolo,â you challenged, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze. âWhen are you gonna back it up?â
Chrisâs eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire. âYou donât know what youâre asking for,â he said, voice low and teasing. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around your legs and you gasped as you were pulled. Your butt now flush with his outer thigh, his face mere centimeters from yours. âBut Iâm down if you are.â
There was a daring edge in his tone, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a quick, teasing kiss. Chris didnât hesitate; his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was playful at first, but it quickly turned intense.
You pulled back slightly, catching your breath, but Chrisâs fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close. âYou really think you can handle this?â he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. âI donât think youâre ready. Iâll have you begging on your knees after this. Youâll be obsessed.â
You smirked, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his sweatshirt. âGod, Chris. Donât stroke your ego too hard. Try me.â
Chrisâs playful demeanor shifted, the teasing smile giving way to something hungrier. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your skin tingle. His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer until you were practically on top of him. His hands pushed under your cropped tank top. His thumbs brushed under the curves of your breasts, squeezing your ribs slightly, causing you to let out a gasp.
âStill think Iâm all talk?â Chris teased between kisses, his breath warm against your skin.
You bit your lip, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the heat between you growing. âShut up and keep kissing me.â
He grinned, his hands cupping your breasts. You moaned at the feeling of his warm palms against your peaked nipples. âNow whoâs begging?â
You laughed, meeting his lips with yours again. Chrisâs fingers traced slow circles on your hips, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
You tugged at his hoodie, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into yours. The only sounds were his low chuckles mixed with the quiet hums of satisfaction whenever you responded with a bit of attitude, meeting him kiss for kiss.
âYouâre getting quiet on me,â Chris teased, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. âWhat happened to all that trash talk?â
You smirked, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart was racing. âIâm just waiting for you to do something worth talking about.â
Chrisâs eyes darkened at your challenge, his playful smirk never wavering. âOh, I can do a lot better than this. But youâve gotta ask nicely.â
You could feel the tension between you thicken, his words sending a thrill down your spine. It was a game nowâone you both knew how to play all too well. You pulled off his beanie and tossed it aside. You tangled your fingers in his messy brown hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your lips.
âWhy donât you show me, then?â you dared, but Chris only grinned, his hands pausing at the waistband of your shorts, teasing you with the barest hint of what was to come.
âNot until you ask,â he said, his voice a low murmur, filled with teasing confidence. âCome on. I wanna hear you say it.â
Your breath hitched at his words, the heat between you intensifying as he brushed his lips against your neck, just enough to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy. Chrisâs touch was light, infuriatingly so, and you found yourself shifting closer, desperate for more.
âChris,â you breathed, your tone half a plea, half frustration, as his kisses trailed along your jawline, every touch like fire on your skin. âDonât tease.â
He chuckled softly, his lips grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âBut teasingâs the best part,â he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines on your skin, making you squirm beneath him. âBesides, you look so cute when youâre like this.â
You bit back a moan when his teeth clasped around your earlobe, your hands clutching at his hoodie, trying to pull him closer, but Chris held back just enough to keep you wanting. He kissed you again, slow and sensual, but pulled away just as you started to lean into it, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
âCome on, baby. Beg a little,â Chris said, his voice playful but edged with that intensity that had been building all night. âAnd maybe Iâll give you what you want.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He was dragging this out, savoring every moment of watching you unravel. And damn it, it was working.
âFine,â you muttered, the heat of your frustration mingling with the desire coursing through you. âPlease.â
Chrisâs eyes lit up at your reluctant plea, his hands finally moving with purpose as he shifted closer. In one smooth motion, Chrisâs grip tightened, and he pulled you onto his lap, the sudden shift making you gasp softly. âSee, was that so hard?â he murmured against your mouth, his touch firmer now, drawing soft, needy sounds from you that you couldnât quite suppress. His words left a pool in your panties.
You found yourself straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips as his hands settled on your waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold you in place. The closeness was dizzying, and you could feel him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the unmistakable hardness pressing against you sending a rush of heat through your entire body. Your breath hitched, and Chrisâs eyes flashed with a knowing look.
âFeel that?â he asked. His hands guided your hips back, then pulled you forward, letting you feel the full effect of his arousal against you. âThatâs what you do to me.â
You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as he pushed your hips back again. As he pulled you forward, you instinctively rolled your hips, the friction making your whole body shiver. The sensation of him beneath you, so close and so real, was overwhelming, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through you that made it impossible to think straight. Chrisâs hands tightened on your hips, encouraging you to keep going, his touch both gentle and insistent, guiding you into a slow, deliberate rhythm.
âYou drive me crazy,â Chris whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips grazing your skin with a mix of kisses and teasing nips. The feeling of him, hard and eager beneath you, was intoxicating, and you couldnât help but move against him, the thin layers of fabric between you doing nothing to dull the intensity of the sensation.
Every roll of your hips, every gasp and quiet moan that slipped from your lips, seemed to fuel Chrisâs own desire. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, drinking in every reaction, his own breaths growing ragged as he tried to maintain control. His fingers dug into your waist, guiding your movements as you rocked against him, the pressure building between you in a way that was both agonizingly slow and impossibly perfect.
Chrisâs hands moved up, sliding under your shirt, his touch warm and exploring, sending jolts of pleasure through you as he continued to guide your movements. His lips found yours again in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier.
âYouâre so sexy,â Chris breathed, his words laced with both affection and need, his voice husky as he pulled you even closer.
Your head fell back as a soft moan escaped your lips, lost in the way his fingers grazed and pinched your sensitive nipples. Chris watched you, his dark eyes full of intent.
âYou like this, donât you?â Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he was doing to you.
âYes,â you breathed, squeezing his shoulders. The feeling of him, hot and hard beneath you, was driving you wild, but one of his hands on your hip, kept your motions slow, made you crave more. He was holding you back. He liked to tease you.
âYou want more, donât you?â You nodded your head eagerly, as you tried to pick up the speed of your hips, but Chris put both hands on you, holding you in place. You frowned at the loss of contact of his hands on your breasts. âTell me what you want, baby,â Chris whispered, his voice rough, his lips brushing your ear.
âI want you,â you moaned, fighting against his grip, but it was no use. âChris, let me,â you whined, as you tugged on his hair. Chris chuckled and the sounds was maddening. The way he held you on the edge, his gentle touch unyielding, just to keep you wanting and never enough to give you what you need⊠it made you crazy.
âYou know what to say.â You swallowed hard as his hands slid down your thighs. His fingers pushed under the hem of your shorts to find the edge of your panties.
âChris, pleaseâŠâ
Chrisâs response was immediate. His grin widened at your words, and he tugged at your top, sliding it up and over your head in one motion, exposing you to the cool air. His gaze dropped to your now bare skin, and the heat in his eyes sent a rush of adrenaline and desire through you.
âGood girl,â he praised softly, his voice thick with approval as his hands traced over your newly exposed skin, his thumbs brushing against your chest with a touch that was both tender and possessive. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through you, and you arched into his touch, your breath hitching at the way his fingers teased, exploring every curve.
Chrisâs lips followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down, tasting every inch of your skin as you moved against him. The feeling of himâhis mouth, his hands, the pressure of his arousal against youâwas almost too much, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. You tugged at his hoodie, desperate to feel more of him, and Chris obliged, pulling it off and tossing it aside, his bare chest now pressed against yours.
The feeling of skin against skin was electric, the heat between you magnified as Chrisâs hands slid down your back, pulling you impossibly closer. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, his hips lifting to meet yours in a way that made your head spin. The pressure, the friction, the sensation of being this close to him was intoxicating, and you couldnât help but moan, rocking against him with increasing urgency.
âYou want more?â Chris asked, his voice husky, a teasing edge still lingering even in the heat of the moment. He watched you intently, as he moved his hands to your ass. He palmed and squeezed at the flesh, controlling the rhythm as he guided you closer, never quite giving you everything you were aching for. âI need to hear you beg for it, baby.â
Your mind was a blur of desire and frustration, the feeling of himâso close and yet still holding backâmaking every nerve in your body scream for more. You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, your breaths ragged as you leaned into him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.
âChris,â you gasped, your voice breaking as you rolled your hips, feeling the full, maddening friction of him against you. âPlease. I need you.â
Chrisâs grin turned almost predatory, satisfaction flickering in his eyes as he finally let go of the last bit of restraint. His hands moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts, and you helped him, both of you fumbling with the fabric, eager to remove every last barrier between you. The sensation of his hands, firm and urgent, made your pulse race, each touch sending waves of heat through your body.
Clothes were discarded in a blur of movement, each layer peeled away until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours, every inch of him pressed intimately close, sent a rush of exhilaration through you that was almost dizzying. Chrisâs hands roamed freely now, no longer teasing but intent, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot with a touch that was equal parts gentle and demanding. His lips moved lower, bringing one of your nipples between his teeth. The sucked, kissed, and rolled it between his teeth, making you hiss in pleasure and pain.
He then flipped you, so you were sitting on the couch, and he kissed lower, sliding off the couch until he was on his knees in front of you. He put his hands on your knees, pulling them open to expose your dripping pussy to him.
âOh my god,â he moaned, taking in the sight before him. His thumb ran up your center, making your legs shake at the touch. You watched him bring it to his mouth and suck your juices off of him. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. âYouâre so sweet,â he groaned, then began kissing your thighs. You moaned and the fire it left.
The anticipation built with every second, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he settled between your thighs, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent a rush of heat straight through you.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Chris murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. The words were barely audible, more felt than heard, but they sent a thrill through you all the same. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as his lips followed, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses against your inner thigh that made your whole body tense with anticipation.
He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every quiet gasp that slipped from your lips. Chrisâs mouth moved closer, his breath hot and teasing against your most sensitive spot, and you couldnât help the way your hips lifted slightly, seeking the contact that he was purposefully withholding. You could feel the smirk against your skin, Chrisâs fingers tightening on your hips as he held you still, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate tease that left you trembling.
âChris,â you breathed, your voice shaky as you reached for him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The sensation of his mouth, so warm and soft against you, was almost too much, and you couldnât help but moan as he continued his slow, agonizing exploration.
He worked you over with deliberate skill, his tongue moving in soft, languid strokes that made your thighs quiver. Each flick, each slow, purposeful motion was designed to draw you closer to the edge, his mouth pressing intimately against you in a way that was both gentle and commanding. Chris was relentless, finding the rhythm that made you gasp, each movement pushing you closer to the point of no return.
It was a heady mix of vulnerability and euphoria, the feeling of being completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alive under his touch. You could feel the pressure building, a hot coil of pleasure that tightened with every flick of his tongue, every soft hum of satisfaction that vibrated against your skin. Chrisâs hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you in place as he drew out the moment, taking you right to the edge with practiced ease.
âYou taste so good,â Chris whispered between kisses, his voice rough and full of need, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through you. He pulled you closer, his mouth never slowing, driving you higher with every slow, sensual stroke. Your breaths came faster now, each gasp blending into the next as the pleasure built, your body responding to every touch, every movement of his tongue.
You were lost in the sensation, the relentless rhythm of his mouth pushing you closer, each second blurring into the next as he expertly pulled you toward release. It was overwhelmingâthe way he held you, the way he moved, the way he knew exactly how to drive you to the brink with every flick and swirl. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your thighs trembling against his shoulders as you tried to hold on, but Chris wasnât letting up, his mouth working you over with a focused intensity that left you breathless.
âChris, Iâmââ The words caught in your throat, your voice breaking as the pleasure peaked, your whole body tightening under his touch. Chris didnât stop, his tongue pressing just right, his movements calculated and relentless, keeping you teetering on the edge of release, so close it almost hurt.
And then, with one last, perfectly timed flick of his tongue, you shattered. The release washed over you in a wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure, your body arching off the couch as every nerve lit up in bliss. Chris held you through it, his mouth and hands steady as he helped you ride out every pulse, every shuddering breath. You could feel his smile against your skin, a soft, satisfied hum of approval as you came undone beneath him.
As you slowly came down from the high, your breaths ragged and your heart racing, Chris moved back up, pressing soft kisses along your body as he went, his touch soothing and affectionate.
The rush of release still pulsed through your veins, leaving you breathless and trembling against the couch as Chris moved back up, his kisses soft and lingering against your flushed skin. His touch was both soothing and possessive, his hands roaming your body with a newfound urgency, as if he couldnât get enough of you. He hovered above you, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, teasing kiss, but there was a deeper hunger in his gaze now, dark and intent, that made your breath catch all over again.
Chrisâs fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch featherlight, drawing out the lingering shivers from your previous high. The warmth of his skin against yours was electric, every subtle movement reigniting the desire that had never quite faded. You could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh, and the anticipation sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you.
âYouâre incredible,â Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with both affection and that familiar edge of teasing confidence. His hand slid between your legs, feeling the evidence of your pleasure, and he smirked, his touch both reassuring and possessive. âSo perfect for me.â
You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, every nerve still sensitive and alive. Chrisâs lips found yours again, the kiss deeper this time, filled with unspoken promises as he settled between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. He hesitated, just for a moment, his eyes locking with yours in a silent question, and you nodded, breathless and wanting, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer.
Chris pushed forward slowly, filling you inch by inch, the sensation almost overwhelming as he stretched you, your body instinctively tightening around him. He groaned, the sound deep and rough, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled, giving you both a moment to adjust. The intimacy of it, the feeling of him fully inside you, sent a shiver through your entire body, every inch of you attuned to the heat and weight of him.
âYou feel so good,â Chris breathed, his voice husky as he began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with a measured, teasing thrust. The rhythm was maddeningâdeliberate and controlled, just enough to keep you wanting but never quite enough to satisfy. Each slow, teasing thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you, but Chris held back, his pace almost taunting, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.
âChris, please,â you gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathy plea as you rocked your hips, desperate for more. But Chris only smirked, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place as he continued his slow, torturous rhythm, clearly enjoying every moment of making you beg.
âYou like this, donât you?â he teased, his voice low and full of that familiar playful arrogance. âBegging for it⊠so desperate for me.â His words sent a rush of heat through you, the praise making your body respond instinctively, your breaths coming faster as the tension coiled tighter.
Chris shifted his angle slightly, his thrusts growing a touch rougher, more insistent, and the change drew a moan from you that was pure, unfiltered pleasure. He watched you, his eyes locked on your face, taking in every gasp and shiver as he pushed you closer to the edge all over again. The contrast of his gentle kisses and the more forceful rhythm of his hips was dizzying, a perfect mix of soft and rough that left you completely undone beneath him.
âGod, youâre so good,â Chris groaned, his voice ragged as his thrusts became more deliberate, driving deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur. âSo perfect⊠just like that. Youâre taking me so well.â
The praise sent another surge of pleasure through you, the words mingling with the physical sensations in a way that left you desperate and on the brink. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. The intensity of it allâthe way he moved, the way he spoke, the way his eyes never left yoursâwas overwhelming, every sense heightened as you chased that peak together.
Chrisâs grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one hitting deeper, harder, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and need. You were teetering on the edge, every nerve alight with the anticipation of release, and Chris seemed to know exactly how to keep you there, balancing right on that line between gentle and rough, teasing and intense.
âCome on,â he urged softly, his voice thick with desire as he quickened his pace, pushing you closer with every movement. âLet go for me. I want to feel you come.â
His words were all it took. The coil inside you snapped, pleasure washing over you in waves that left you breathless and trembling beneath him. You moaned his name, your body clenching around him as you came undone, every muscle tensing in bliss. Chrisâs rhythm stuttered as he followed you over the edge, his own release hitting with a guttural groan that vibrated through you, his thrusts slowing but never losing their intensity as he rode out the high.
He collapsed against you, both of you panting and tangled together in the aftermath, the heat of your shared release still thrumming between you. Chrisâs arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, a soft, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
âYouâre amazing,â he whispered, his voice full of affection as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, the intensity of the moment giving way to a quiet, blissful calm. You smiled back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. Everything felt perfect, and for a moment, you were just lost in the warmth of being wrapped up in him.
But then Chrisâs familiar smirk returned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. âNot gonna lie, thoughâIâm still thinking about how you said I couldnât make you beg. Howâd that work out for you, huh?â His tone was laced with playful arrogance, the kind that made your cheeks burn in the best way.
You couldnât help but laugh, feeling a rush of embarrassment and excitement all at once. âOkay, fine, I mightâve underestimated you. Just a little.â
Chris grinned, leaning back slightly to get a good look at you, his gaze sweeping over your still-flushed skin. âA little? Babe, you were practically chanting my name. I mean, I knew I was good, but fuckâyou were giving me a whole damn concert.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some level of composure even as your pulse quickened at his words. âYeah, yeah. Donât get used to it. I was just⊠caught up in the moment.â
He chuckled, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. âSure, âcaught up in the moment.â Whatever helps you sleep at night. But letâs be realâyou loved every second of it. Didnât know you had it in you to sound that desperate.â
You bit your lip, feeling both flustered and turned on by his teasing. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
âOh, absolutely,â Chris replied, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm, but there was a warmth in his eyes that softened the edge. âYou think Iâm gonna let this go? Nah, Iâm framing that moment in my mind. You, begging for me? Thatâs top-tier content right there.â
You shoved his shoulder playfully, though your heart was still racing. âFine, you win this round. But next time, youâre not getting off that easy.â
Chris raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning downright wicked. âOh, is that right? Big talk from someone who was begging for me just five minutes ago. But hey, Iâm down for a rematch anytime. Maybe next time, Iâll make you work for it.â
Your laughter filled the room, mingling with his low chuckles, and you felt a surge of warmth at how effortlessly you two slipped back into your usual rhythm. âYou wish. Next time, Iâm gonna have you begging, and weâll see whoâs talking big then.â
Chris pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âOh, Iâm counting on it. But letâs be honestâI think you like begging for me a little too much. You were practically begging for myââ
You cut him off with a kiss, unable to resist the playful challenge in his voice. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue, and when you pulled back, Chris was grinning like heâd just won a prize.
âYouâre a cocky bastard, you know that?â you said, shaking your head but unable to hide your smile.
Chris laughed, running a hand through his messy hair as he leaned back, completely unbothered. âYeah, but you love it. And Iâm not gonna lie, hearing you beg⊠might be my new favorite sound.â
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-ââ«UNTIL THE END OF TIME | JJKâ«â-
warning: this is completely fictional. this story details personal injuries infilicted upon a main charater. reader discretion is advised. please read all warnings before proceeding. 18+
â pairing | ex-fiancĂ©/idol jungkook x y/n
â summary |Â six months after you two broke up, you realized life's too short to not hold each other until the end of time.
â warning | personal injury (car accident), mentions of blood and surgery, a coma brought on by personal injury, mentions and the planning of marriage, pwp (big time), smut, reader giving jk a handjob, cum eating(?), spit(?), ass slapping (jk can't control himself)
â word count |Â 3.9K
â song | until the end of time - justin timberlake (this is gonna ruin the tour)
â a/n: flashback in bold, enjoy!!
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your phone rings waking you quickly. you at up answering your phone. âiâm sorry to wake you, is this y/n l/n?â a man asks through the phone. âyes, is there something wrong?â you ask eyes barely open.
âunfortunately, yes. iâm dr. hill, your fiancĂ©e has been in an accident. will you come down and provide some extra information for me?â he asks sincerely.
âwhat?! is he okay? is he awake?â you sit up. âum, i think itâs best if i share this news in person.â your heart drops.
you stand quickly throwing on some clothes. âiâm coming. iâm on the way.â
you and jungkook had been broken up for six months. you broke off your engagement. he really didnât want you to go.
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you asked him to go with you to ask your friend to be in your wedding. you planned a lunch and jungkook never showed. you watched the clock tick and the time pass and nothing but radio silence. you tuck the handwritten letters back into your bag.
you got home and jungkook was passed out on the couch. you woke him, âhey go get in bed.â he stands barely awake, and walks into the bedroom flopping down onto your bed.
you walk past him into the bathroom. âwhere were you?â he mumbles. âlunch with my friends.â you say simply, taking the pins out of your hair.
âuntil 7 pm on a thursday? what for?â he asks. you sigh continuing to take your hair down from its high ponytail style. you donât say anything until he groans lifting himself on the bed walking over to the bathroom door and standing in the frame. âwhat's wrong?â he asks you cluelessly which angers you. ânothing.â you say very monotone.
âyouâre mad. why are you mad?â you donât say anything and continue looking at yourself in the mirror. âiâm not.â you say simply. â you arenât even looking at me.â he grabs at your waist and you pull away. âstop.â you say moving away. âcan you just tell me whatâs wrong? iâm too tired for this shit.â he spits and thatâs your final straw. you we so upset with him, that you didn't say anything at first trying to make sure you didn't say anything you didn't mean.
âtoday was the day we were supposed to ask my friends to be in the wedding and you didnât even show. i sat there like a dumbass checking the clock hoping youâd show up. you didnât. you didnât even call. so yea, itâs very fucking clear that youâre too tired for this shit.â you motion back and forth between the two of you.
âyou know damn well thatâs not what i meant. iâm sorry babe, things just got so hectic today,â he explains.
âthen a text would have eased my mind,â you spoke.
âi was busy, baby. what do you want me to say? you know what i do prepping for a comeback isn't easy.â
âwhatever jungkook.â you dismiss him not trying to get more upset.
âdid they all say yes?â he asked sitting on the edge of the tub. âi didnât give them the letters.â you say simply. âwhy not?â he asks. âbecause i need more time.â he raises his brow. âfor?â he presses.
âto think. see if this is something i even need to do.â you spit.
âwhat does that mean?â he asks standing up beside you. âjungkook, you havenât put your input in. you havenât seen the venue. you donât care about the colors and you canât even show up to a fucking lunch. yes, i know how hard it is to prep for a comeback, but planning a wedding by yourself is bullshit. we havenât had sex in four weeks. you donât want this relationship as bad as i do.â you explained.
âi want you more than anything.â he says. âthen youâd make time! you'd act like it! i donât ask for weekly dinners, and i donât complain when you get home at 3 am and leave at 6 am. but, this is different. this is our marriage. i canât help but think this is what our marriage will be. iâll just keep waiting on you to find a balance for this shit, the whole world gets everything you got and i just get your last name. i sit at home and watch you create a life without me. thatâs why i need to think jungkook.â you finally turn and look at him.
your eyes brimming with tears. âbaby, iâll figure it out i promise. it wonât be like this forever.â you shake your head as your tears fall. âyou donât know that. you know know your job is ever changing. i love you, i do, and i know how much your job means to you. i would never ask you to choose me over your job, but i make time for you even in my schedule. iâm a personal assistant for an idol. Iâm gone just as much as you are.â you explain tears choking you up. he pulls you close and you sob in his arms. âwhat's wrong with me? why can't you make time for me?â
you take a deep breath, âi canât do this anymore.â you realize heâs crying too. âdonât say that. please donât say that.â he begs. âiâm sorry jungkook.â you back away from him. you hate how quick he is to let you go. you twist the beautiful ring jungkook gave you months ago, off your finger. you place the ring in his palm. âplease,â he looks down at you. âiâm sorry.â you say walking back into your bedroom. you walk into your closet grab clothes and shove them into a duffle. âyou donât have to go tonight. just stay.â he pleads.
âiâm sorry, baby, please. please don't leave.â he cries. you move faster sobbing, you hated hearing him cry. your chest is heavy, as you cry so hard itâs hard to breathe. he walks into the closet and hugs you tight. âplease donât leave me. i donât want to be alone tonight. please if you want to leave i have to be okay with letting you go, but i want you, i need you to know that I'm not giving up on us. just one more night. stay with me one more night, let me know you're not giving up on me.â you cry. you want to fall apart. âokay.â you say. he hugs you and doesnât let go. he holds you so tight and so sure. his hands are shaking as he pulls you in. you get this feeling in your gut, you need space and so does he. one night only.
he finally lets go and holds your hand. you strip yourselves of your clothes and lay in bed holding each other, both of you praying this wasnât the last time you'd hold each other so close.
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you arrive at the hospital. âjeon jungkook.â you speak to the front desk clerk. ârelationship?â she asks. âumm, heâs my-my fiance.â she types quickly as you flash your id. âroom 613,â she says.
you speed to the elevator taking it up to the sixth four. you look around the floor and run up to the door. you look through the small cut-out of glass. heâs just lying there, an oxygen mask on his face. tears start to pour from your eyes.
âoh my godâ you back up starting to panic. âmaâam?â a doctor calls. you turn. âiâm doctor hill. are you his fiancee?â you nod. âyes, please tell me what happened.â you beg. âunfortunately, he was on the expressway southbound, and it seems that he lost control of his motorcycle, he ran into the back of a semi. heâs helmet saved him from any brain damage, but he is having a hard time breathing on his own as heâs punctured his left lung. he hasnât woken up since we put him under anesthesia, the surgery was a success.â he explains looking at the file in his hands.
âheâs in a coma?â you ask. he nods sincerely. âhe is alive and stable, but we arenât sure when he will come out the the coma, it could be days, maybe months.â you began to sob. âiâm so sorry.â your soul is fading, it was hard to believe. you walk back up to the glass. you stare at him and curse yourself for ever leaving his side. you open the door and walk up to him. you just look at him, and tears fall. he has a black eye and some stitches about his eyebrow.
âiâm so sorry, baby.â you sob quietly. you hold his hand and sob harder when he doesnât do the double squeeze heâd usually do. you kiss his cheek. âiâm not going anywhere. iâll be right here i promise.â walk to the other side lay down your purse in the chair and push it to his bedside. you sit laying your head beside him. you gripped his hand and held it tightly.
you didnât realize that you had fallen asleep until a nurse awakes you. âiâm sorry, hereâs his belongings.â she hands you a clear bag with jungkookâs stuff inside. grab the back sitting up and opening it. his jacket was covered in blood, which made your eyes brim. his wallet you noticed something poking out of it. you pulled out a small polaroid of you and him on your first date. you wore disguises and went to six flags. youâd ask another couple to take the photo after you got off the batman ride. you smile reminiscing about how much fun you both had that day.
at the bottom of the bag is a chain with a ring on it, your ring. it was covered in blood as well. you sob, the nurse turns after checking on jungkook. âiâm so sorry maâam. is there anything i can do for you. are you hungry? coffee?â you shake your head thanking her anyway before she leaves.
you undo the chain sliding your ring off. you hold it up walking over to the sink, washing and drying it, your tears still falling. you slide the ring onto your finger, holding it close to your chest. you walk over to your chair sitting and laying next to him again. âplease wake up. please.â you beg.
you wish you never left his side. this was your fault, you thought to yourself. somehow, some way you had a feeling you could've stopped this.
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it had been three weeks since the accident. you were at the hospital every day since. you called your mom to pack a bag for you with everything you needed. your boss a friend of jungkookâs understood, telling you to take how long it took for jungkook to get better.
âgood morning aundra.â you speak to the nurse you have grown closer with since being there. âmorning darling!â she says cutely. âiâm happy to see you in a better mood today.â she speaks. âyea dr. hill says jungkook can breathe on his own. heâs getting stronger.â you explain. âi know. youâve got a trooper on your hands for sure.â she smiles.
a few hours later youâre on facetime with the boys telling them how much jungkook has been progressing since they saw him the first time. they sigh a sigh of relief. âheâs so strong guy. we know heâll be back and kicking as soon as he wakes up. you nod, telling them you were going to try to sleep before the next nurse came to check on him telling them youâd talk to them later.
you lay your head on his lap looking at him. âmy pretty boy. youâre so strong. you know i never understood this part of you. you take on so much and come back so strong. you are otherworldly, baby.â you kiss his hand and stand going to nap on the bench across the room. you lay down slowly drifting to sleep.
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you wake to some talking. âhow long has she been here?â you hear a low familiar voice. â3 weeks. every day since the accident. this is the longest sheâs slept.â you hear a female voice. you turn your eyes fluttering open. you see jungkook sitting up stuffing his mouth with food.
âjungkook!â you scream running over to him hugging him tightly and he groans. âoh im sorry! youâre just youâre awake. my god youre awake. iâm so fucking happy youre okay. jesus please you scared me half to death.â you hug him sobbing. he hold you tight. he swallows his mouthful of food. âhi baby, im sorry im just so hungry.â you giggle looking at him and pecking his lips.
âyou were here this whole time?â he asks. you nod. âeveryday, 24/7.â you smile. âthank you. i love you.â he looks at you pecking your lips again. he hold both your hands feeling your ring on your finger his eyes shoot down. âyou put your ring back on?â you hum. âyeah⊠i did. i shouldâve never taken it off.â he smiles.
âwhere were you even going?â you ask him, now you must know. he bites his sandwich and swallows before speaking, âyour house. i had taken two weeks off of work, i wanted to show you i was serious. i talked to my manager, and he told me, that if i start doubling down every other day itâd speed things up for us, meaning more free time. more time for us.â you smile at him your eyes spilling with tears. he was on his way to you. you were happy he was thinking of you just as much as you were thinking of him. unfortunately, though you can't help but feel like this was your fault. you shake the thought as he grabs your hand, you interlock fingers.
âi love you so fucking much. so so fucking much jungkook.â he kisses your cheek. âi love you more baby.â he says biting his sandwich. âi heard hospital food sucks, and this could just be because i havenât eaten in three weeks, but this sandwich is fucking amazing.â you giggle.
âoh i have to call the boys.â you speak wiping away your tears. âi talked to them earlier.â jungkook says. âhow long have you been up?â you ask raising your brow. â45 minutes or so, i just didn't want to wake you. the nurse said you had barely been sleeping,â he said.
âduh! my fiancĂ© was unconscious in a hospital bed. if someone sleeps peacefully during that, lock them up and throw away the key.â you state. he chuckles lightly.
âi like when you call me that. it feels good to hear that again.â
âwhat fiancĂ©?â you ask. he nodded cutely.
âso what are the colors?â he asks all of a sudden. âcolors of what?â you ask. âfor the wedding. what were you thinking?â you smile and sit beside him. you quickly pull up your pinterest board showing him all your ideas. he didnât show it but knowing you kept them, comforted him.
âwhite arch? itâll clash with your dress.â he points out. âoh. oh my god, you're right! we could do green, maybe like ivy leaves?â you suggest. âi think thatâll be immaculate with my grey suit, too. yea, itâll look amazing.â he adds.
âyou already did so good without me baby.â he says. âbut itâs clear that i need you. i wouldâve been crying for days about that fucking arch.â he chuckles. âiâm still so stuck on flowers.â you pout. âwell dr. hill says i have six weeks to recover before i canât start schedules again. we have time.â he says. you kiss his cheek fluffing his hair.
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for the first time in six months, you walk into your shared apartment. your pictures still hanging on the wall, everything exactly where you left it.
you lay in bed next to him. he wraps his arm around you pulling you in. he kisses the top of your head. âthe bed was so cold without you.â he whispers. âiâm never going anywhere ever again.â you peck his lips.
âi need you. i havenât gotten a good rest in ages, my sleep paralysis started to act up again. just laying in the hospital room with you i slept more than i have in the last six months.â you say. âyou just make me breathe better.â you express.
he pouts it hurts him to hear how badly you were struggling. âi was suffocating without you. i love my job but coming home to you made me feel like i won the lottery. i didnât realize how much i had won until i lost it. i will not fuck it up this time. winning the lottery once is just luck, but twice is a sign.â you giggle rubbing your nose along his.
âi missed you so much, baby.â he says. âtrust me i missed you more.â you reply. âimpossible.â he whispers before kissing you deeply. you hum into the kiss, the way he kissed you makes your body tingle. you nervously bury your face into his chest. âyou are so cute, why so shy? itâs just me.â he smiles. âyou just got that effect on me. you make me feel like a teenager, kicking my feet and daydreaming and shit.â you mumble into his chest, he giggles brightly.
âkiss me again,â you say looking up at him. he obeys quickly kissing your lips. jungkook never found the idea of sucking someoneâs tongue until he met you. the way you kiss him had a tent quickly growing in his pants.
he hums. âiâm so hard for you right now.â he states pecking your lips. you lightly push him away tutting. âno physical activity for you sir. dr. hill told me itâs imperative that donât do anything that requires too much physical activity, for your lungs. so no sex right now.â you explain. âwhat?! come on. i havenât felt you in months. now i have to wait even longer?â you nod and he groans throwing his head back in frustration. suddenly an idea pops into your head.
âwhat ifâŠâ he hums letting you know he's listening, â i give you a handjob?â you whisper. âbe serious, babe. donât tease me.â he whines in his last sentence.
you giggle sliding your hands down his sweats. you stroke him slowly. you quickly look up at his licking your fingers before swirling them on his tip. âoh shit. that feels good.â you continue stroking him at a steady pace. âfuckâ he mutters. âi wasnât trying to cum this soon.â he chuckles nervously. âitâs okay baby. give me your cum. i want it so badâ you say teasingly.
he moans biting his lip. you stroke him faster, âjust like like that, ohh shit.â you groan. you stroke him just how he likes. he kisses you deeply as you stroke him. âyou are so fucking hot.â he whispers. you kiss him again lightly tugging on his bottom lip. âiâm cumming.â he mumbles moaning as he shoots his thick load onto your hand and in his pants. you slide your hand out covered in him. you look at him licking his cum off your knuckles. he looks at you in awe. âmmâ you hum lightly flashing him a smile.
âi just want pick you up and fuck you.â you giggle at his bluntness. âjungkook.â you laugh. âwhat? the way you were just looking at me when you licked your fingers, you know if i was in full health right now i would be fucking you so good.â you smile pecking his slips. âone week.â you said simply. âthatâs how long dr. hill said.â you explain. he looks at you, âyou think itâs possible to sleep for a week?â you pinch his nose with your fingers. âyea you were sleep for three. no more sleeping for you sir.â he giggles.
âletâs shower.â you say patting his cheek. âoh definitely, you just made me cum in my pants.â he starts to move but you stop him.
âiâm sorry.â you say for the millionth time. âfor what?â he questions. âfor not believing in you when you said you'd figure it you. i shouldâve,â you say simply. you hold back the tears that are making your throat close up.
âlook, i know things were difficult, but i knew that night when you stayed, you werenât giving up on me. on us,â he corrects. â you stayed by my side for three weeks. you brushed my hair, you talked to me, you gave me a sponge bath. you always believed in me. this accident was not your fault, i need to understand that.â you pout your eyes threatening to spill.
ânuh-uh, no more tears. itâs only up from here, my love.â you hold his close. his thumb wipes away your tears that fall. ânow letâs get in the shower.â he pats your butt before moving and standing up quickly. he groans leaning back onto the bed. âwoah, take it easy, baby.â he huffs. âiâm not used to be this slow.â he chuckles.
âin all due time. trust me next week youâll feel much better,â you explain. he nods as you help him stand. âi got you, babe.â he groans standing. you walk into the bathroom and he leans against the sink. you help him take off his shirt as his shoulder is in pain. âyouâd look so hot in scrubs.â he says admiring you as you help him.
âoh hush.â you giggle. you help him take of his pants, his semi hard cock spring out. you look up at him. âwhat?â he whines. âyouâre still hard?â you tease. âyes! i just thought about how you look naked.â he spoke. you laugh. you lift your shirt off and undo your bra and your tits bounce out.
âsee? and you expect me not to be hard right now?â you giggle turning around and turning the shower on. âokay you first.â he steps in letting the hot water hit his skin. âhurry up.â he rushes you. âhave some patience,â you say raising your brown jokingly. you slip off your shorts and step in. your back faces jungkook as you reach for your shampoo, and suddenly a slap hits your ass. you stand quickly. âjungkook.â you warn.
âwhat? come on. your ass was on full display, it was the urges inside me.â you chuckle. âthat wasnât me, i didnât want to slap your ass, but the parasites in me wanted to slap your ass.â you laugh loudly. âshut up!â you chide jokingly.
you apply soap onto a washcloth, and start washing his chest. âi wanna get married tomorrow.â he says suddenly. âwhat?!â you almost yell. you look at him in disbelief. âi donât even have a dress.â you explain. âthen letâs go thrift one. i realized that life is too short, and in this lifetime i need you to be my wife.â you smile, but you donât say anything. âwhat if⊠we get married tomorrow, and we still have a wedding. we can still do it big, when we actually get married itâs just us. me and you like i will be forever.â you suggest. you smile at him. âokay.â you say. âokay like you're just doing it for me or you love the idea?â you chuckle as you realize his small panic. âi love the idea. just me and you.â you say.
âforever,â he adds.
âand ever, until the end of time.â you grin, finally everything feels good. you stand in front of your soon-to-be husband, excited for what the future holds.
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âYou should get off my lap.â
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Summary: Youâre one of the triplets childhood best friends. One night you call Matt tipsy to pick you up from a party.
Warnings: Mention of alcohol, kissing, dry humping, C*m in underwear.
A/n: I wasnât gonna post this but I wrote it so might as well! I hope you like it.
You sloppy walked into Mattâs room one hand on his wall sliding it off to plop onto his bed. Matt sighed walking in behind you and closing his door, his hands flying up to his face. âOh my gosh y/nâŠYouâre to much.â He mumbled walking to his bed and sitting down with his back on his headboread. You swayed back and forth then pouted âSorry Matt.â You whined looking at him. Matt was ready for bed when you had called him to pick you up. He didn't wanna get up, but he'd never let you drive intoxicated.
He nodded with a exhale but smiled. âIt's fine..Are you tired yet? Wanna go to sleep?â You nodded slowly and examined Matt as he laid on his bed. You noticed how his hair is fluffy from laying around. How his tattoo scattered arms looked more toned then usual. How his hands looked softer than expected, soft enough for you to wanna reach out and hold them. The way his sweatpants fit him perfectly. âOkay? You should lay down if your tired thenâ He spoke patting the bed next to him slightly. You didnât reply just looking at him your eyebrows drawing together as your head tilted. âY/n! What are you staring at?â He questioned. You blinked then starting laughing yourself. âSorry Matt. You look hotter usually tonight.â Matt chuckled rolling his eyes. âReally? I think your saying that cause you where drinking.â You shock your head âNo it's not that cause you always look hot, you just look hotter tonight. Well, Mabye it is that actually.â You giggled quickly and turned to face him. You thought for a moment before pull yourself more onto the bed then without warning straddled his lap .
He gasped his hand flying up as he looked around and then at you. âO-oh y/n.. I donât know..â He mumbled a smile forming on your face as you noticed his cheeks slowly turning more pink. âYou donât know what? Is this not okay? Iâll get off.â âI donât know..I mean I was just talking..itâs okay. So um are you ready to sleep?â He spoke then cleared his throat. You shrugged. âIâll sleep if youâre ready to sleep.â âi-I am. Yeah..â He stayed quiet after speaking bringing his hands together and playing with his thumbs. You honestly donât know why you even got on his lap, he just looks hot and your tipsy and wanted to mess with him. He always get flustered and nervous anytime you flirt with him or do things to him like this as a joke. âY/n I think you should get off my lap.â He murmured looking up at you. âHuh? Why?â You pouted pushing a hair behind your ear instinctively pushing your hips back, your breath hitching when rubbed against what felt like a lump.
His hand quickly rushed to you hips holding you in place. âDonât move too much y/n.â He spoke staring into your eyes. You blinked and tilted your head you couldnât help pushing your hips back once to see what he was so scared about, rubbing against the lump once more. His legs bent squeezing your hips. âY/n! Come on.â He pleaded. âPlease donât move.â it didnât take you long to realize the lump was him getting hard, your eyes widened with a big smile. âOh Youâre getting hard arenât you!â You spoke pointing a accusing finger into his chest. âNo! Ew donât say that! â He exclaimed swallowing and looking down avoiding your eyes. You moved your hips back again earning a nervous mewl from him as he tried to hold your hips tighter in place. âOh my gosh, Matt youâre hard!â You gushed. Matt panicked knowing it was too late to hide now finally looking up at you his eyes wide. âY/n please donât ever speak of this! Iâm sorry! I couldnât help it! Please donât tell my brothers.â He whined.
You laughed at his pleas covering your mouth. Matt couldnât help but smile faintly at your laughing. âY/n seriously! Itâs not funny. This is embarrassing!â âMatt, Matt, calm down itâs okay.â You spoke with a smile patting his chest. He sighed and looked at you. âReally? But I got hard from you just sitting on my lap..â He replied in a whine. âYeah, I donât care. Iâm just glad I got to make a hot guy hard tonight.â He smiled at your stupid response rolling his eyes. Your laughter settled down and you both stayed in silence for a while looking at each other before his hand went to push hair out of your face. âI think I wanna kiss you.â He finally spoke looking at your lips. âI think you should do it.â Matt licked his lip immediately grabbing the back of your head and gently pulling you into a kiss.
The kiss slowly became more heated Matt thrusting up into your clothed cunt as you held yourself down against him. You pulled away to kiss down his neck sucking on the space under his ear. âY/n..â He moaned his stomach clenching. Your sucked until a hickey formed kissing his jaw back up to his lips the make out ïżŒ continuingïżŒ . Mattâs legs didnât stop twitching trying to keep steady pace humping up against you. He tried holding the kiss but pulled away letting his head fall onto his pillow moaning into the air with his eyes closed. You smiled at him enjoying himself and leaned down nibbling on his ear lobe then kissed back to his neck licking and sucking at it. His eyes squeezed shut tightly for a moment before trying to calm down, he felt that familiar feeling of the knot in his belly tightening. âOh my gosh.â He whimpered quietly his nails now dig into your hips as he stopped his thrusting.
âWhatâs wrong Matt?â You whispered into his ear. You knew he had to be close so you started moving your hips rolling them against his twitching boner. âItâs N-nothing. Oh my goshâŠâ He moaned quietly squeezing his eyes tightly shut again. âThen why did you stop moving?â âCause y/n⊠Iâll cum, and I will if you keep moving.â He whispered opening his eyes to look at you. You smiled âIn your pants Matt? What if I wanted it in my mouth? Youâre so embarrassing.â You joked and giggled. He nodded quickly his eyes brows knitting together. âI know.. Y/n..â He held onto you tightly. âLook into my eyes Matt, I wanna see your face when you cum.â You whispered leaning down and licking his lips rubbing back and forth against him until you felt his twitching get rapid. âOh fuckâŠoh fuckâŠIâm cumming.â He tried to murmur looking into your eyes as you sat up to get a better view. The knot in his stomach snapped erupting a big groan of relief from him releasing into his boxers. His eyes rolled back instinctively as he came so he closed him them. You watched his legs squirm around the bed, his hands griping onto you tightly switching from your hips your waist. âWow.â You awed putting a hand to his neck rubbing the side gently to help soothe him. He started panted quietly and opened his eyes slowly looking at you his pupils big and black taking up his whole eye. âThatâs so e-embarrassing..â He whimpered still coming down until he just relaxed his hands falling from you waist to bed. You pushed yourself down onto his legs and saw the wet spot he left on his sweatpants. You smiled looking back at his face . He sat up on his elbows and looked at you as you both couldnât help start laughing at the situation.
âI wonât tell anyone this happened if you donât.â You spoke. âDeal.â He smiled and sighed letting his body plop back onto the bed.
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