#hey HEY just got home from date night so finally time for the first drabble!!

[weepylucifer]

for the drabble ask meme: 22 or 37 with Steban and Ulixes? :3

22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

It is a night like any other - if anything, this night is more mellow than their usual meetings. Finals week has just come and gone and left the both of them too drained for heated debate or fervent analysis. They'd talked about this week's reading a little, messed around with the matchboxes in a way that was more playful than anything, and quickly abandoned the endeavor in favor of more or less... just hanging out. And Ulixes likes talking theory with Steban, and he knows it's important, but he also finds himself wishing they'd... just hang out more often. It's simple, it's nice. It's good to remember sometimes that they're not just comrades but also friends.

Steban is smoking a cigarette and telling a meandering anecdote about a class that Uli is not in, and Uli is absorbing maybe every other sentence of it, nodding and humming in the appropriate places. He cannot help this. Steban enraptures him endlessly, not his words this time, but the shape of him, his profile softened by the warm, low light of the reading lamp. The way smoke spills past his slightly parted lips, the flash of teeth that occasionally glints in the light as he speaks. His skin looks warm, his throat inviting where the collar of his shirt falls open, poised for ready, starving teeth to sink into. Surely Steban means nothing by it when he leaves the first few buttons of his shirt open like that, surely he's not trying to be alluring, to presume he is would be reading too much into it. Surely he's just too lost in thought or too sleepy in the mornings to do those buttons up correctly.

Great, now he's thinking about Steban in the mornings, hazy and soft with sleep, coming awake gradually and indolently, yawning, stretching. Maybe he sleeps in the nude. Maybe sometimes he wakes up aroused and takes himself in hand, when he's got the time. Maybe he does it in the shower...

Ulixes can't pretend these thoughts are new, or that thinking them even shocks him anymore. Those grooves in his mind are well-worn, paths smooth from frequent treading. It's already a habit to let himself get lost like this in ruminance upon his comrade's body, to perhaps even dream up scenarios in which he reaches out a daring hand and touches--

"Uli, are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Ulixes jolts out of his reverie. Apparently Steban has finished speaking and is now looking straight at him.

"You're kind of... staring at me," Steban says. "Is something wrong?"

Uh-oh. Oh no. Ulixes has been told his stare can be... disconcerting, with his glasses. The last thing he wants is to weird Steban out. "No," he says, hoping to salvage the situation, "Just... thinking."

"Ah," Steban says and nods and looks away, and for a moment it seems like he'll leave it at that, but then he continues, "No, actually, I think it's time we talked about this."

"What?"

"It's only, I've observed this before, and something is up, isn't it? I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice... it's been a frequent occurrence, lately, and, there's really only one conclusion to be drawn from it..."

Oh, god, here it comes. He has been found out. Ulixes feels his insides quake with fright, but he can't deny that some part of him is absurdly excited. Had wanted this to happen, even. Now the dice have fallen, his secret is uncovered, his love and devotion laid bare to the world, and now Steban will pass judgement, deem him worthy of his attentions or cast him away. Either way: after this, there will be no more guessing and fretting. Ulixes will know where he stands.

"...You secretly hate me, right?" Steban says.

What.

"What," Ulixes repeats.

Steban wrings his hands. He looks extremely concerned. "I mean... you look at me like that because I've done something wrong, don't you? Do you find me lacking, in terms of ideology? Have I done something to offend you? Is my theory unsound? Whatever it is, be honest with me about it, and I'll correct the behavior." He's almost crying now, Ulixes observes with a terrible start. "I know I'm difficult, but..."

Uli has to interrupt now. "You, difficult?"

"I know I'm not easy to get along with..."

"You are the easiest person in the world to get along with," Ulixes says, because that is his truth.

"I know I'm petty. I drive people away. Maurice... Felix and Zuzanna..."

"They just weren't the right fit for this group, that's not your fault..."

"But I don't want to... I can't drive you away like that," Steban continues. "For you, I'll critique and work on myself. You're my only... my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without you."

His appeal concluded, Steban looks down and fidgets forlornly with the stub of his cigarette. This is a disaster, Ulixes thinks. He expected that Steban would figure him out sooner or later and that all he had to do was wait. He never fathomed that Steban would get it this wrong.

(But, having made a study of Steban's personality, perhaps he should have taken the possibility into account. He knows how Steban can get sometimes, when his gloomier moods do his thinking for him. Ulixes mentally slaps himself for not being more aware. If he doesn't take care of his comrade's emotional needs, then what's he even doing??)

The issue is so grave and demands so loudly to be corrected that suddenly, putting a hand on Steban's and saying "Actually, I've been secretly in love with you" is easy.

[kookslastbutton]

Lovin' You Right ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

Pairing: new neighbor!jungkook x fem!reader

AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, e2l, neighbors, oneshot/drabble

Word Count: 2,031

Warnings: cussing, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, missionary, praising, rough s*x, d*rty talk, sp*nking overst*mulation, reader's first-time, sl*t calling once, oc a bit of an uptight b at first, little manhandling, jk rides a motorcylce, jk giving it to oc straight, a very wet date bc MV made me do it

Now Playing: seven by jjk

A/N: no explanation, this is just what i thought of when i listened to jungkook's song 'seven'. Hope you enjoy! 💞

He looked like a real hard ass with all the black leather he wore, arms covered in ink, and chains hanging from his neck. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home.

He was your next-door neighbor and he rode a mean motorcycle. It was loud as fuck and woke you up about ten times during the night. And every time he saw you in the hallway? He'd have this shit-eating grin on, like he wanted to devour you whole.

"Think our mail got switched up again," he said, handing you a pile of letters. "Gonna need to talk to the mail man or somethin'."

"Oh geez," you replied, doing your best to avoid eye contact of more than three seconds–his eyes were just a little too piercing. "Thanks." You shoved the letters under your arm and carried on your way. It was laundry day and you desperately needed to have clean clothes.

"Hey wait," he kept on your trail. "How's your day goin'?" He rushed ahead to open the laundry room door, allowing you to go first.

Look at him trying to be a gentleman, hmph. You held your head high and walked through the door. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

.

Like an itch that won't go away, Jungkook followed you as much as he could. No matter how much you scratched, he'd be right there, burning holes in the back of your neck. He'd watch you dump your clothes in the washer, walk you to your car whenever you needed to go anywhere, hell he even helped you carry in groceries when given the chance.

"What do you want Jeon?" You finally popped the question. He didn't look like he was simply "being generous" or "doing his part to make the world better". He was bumming around for something, he had to be.

"Go out with me," he simply quipped, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Excuse me?"

He rolled his eyes, he was too old for beating around the bush and he was fed up with you giving him the silent finger. Not once have you told him to beat it straight to his face so he's gonna shoot his shot. "Yes or no __? You know I like you, why else would I be bugging the crap out of you?"

"'Cause you want to fuck me then leave me for your other neighbor, the one who lives on the other side of your door." You crossed your arms against your chest. "Tell me I'm wrong."

He narrowed his eyes, tiniest of smirks on his overly gorgeous, no good, lying face. " No you're right. I do wanna fuck that pretentious attitude you got. It's been pissing me off for weeks."

He took a step towards you, caging you between himself and your kitchen island. "What gives you the right to be this bitchy huh? You act like you know everything there is to know about me, but you're too damn stubborn to open your eyes and see it's all a complete farce." He leaned his head forward to graze his lips along the edge of your ear. "I don't know what little girl fairytales you've been taught but I'm not the monster you need to watch out for....and prince charmings don't exist, princess."

You shoved your hands against his chest but he grips them tight in his own. "We don't have to go out anymore. I see what you really think of me."

He released your wrist and headed for the door. "It's really a shame," he hollered before leaving. "You're really beautiful."

God you hated him.

.

For the next week, Jungkook was no where in sight. He didn't come see you, he didn't bring you anything, he went completely M.I.A. It was a breath of fresh air but by the second week, you wondered where he was and if he was okay. He did drive a motocylce afterall, maybe he got in an accident and you didn't know.

You stared at his door, hesistant to knock in fear if him actually being in there. He'd likely laugh you off when he saw you, so you purposefully picked a time he'd most likely be out and about anyway. You hated that you kinda knew his schedule.

Jungkook quirked an amused brow at you when he finally cranked his door open. He was wearing light washed jeans and no under shirt, his pecs were on full display. "What can I do for you princess?"

"Nothing," you spat, definitely not looking below his thick neck. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid yet."

"Checking up on me huh?" He put an elbow on the door frame, eyes darkening. "That's sweet."

"Fuck off. You're healthy it seems so I'm gonna go check up on the other neighbors now. I think Mrs. Baker set the fire alrms off the other day so I need to make sure she's oka—"

You're arm was yanked back as soon as you moved to turn around. "Fuck you're bullshit __. You missed me didn't ya?"

"Not much to miss Jeon." You're such a liar, Jungkook muttered to himself. The whole world could see you were having a conversation with his pecs this whole time—too damn timid to look him in the eyes.

"Shut up and say you'll go out with me already. I'm tired of waiting for your ass to come around."

.

You swallowed your pride and there you were, watching Jungkook splash in every single puddle. He just had to propose going out the one day it was storming out.

"Wipe that sour look off your face!" He stomped in the water, drenching you entirely.

You shrieked at the sudden coldness. Big droplets of water soaked your face, clothes, shoes, everything. "You're such a child Jungkook!"

He ignored you and wrapped his muscular arms around you. The white tank he wore was drenched as well. "You're having fun, admit it."

You scoffed. The only reason you agreed to go out was to show him how ridiculous it would be for the two of you to go out. You and Jungkook were likely the most incompatible people for each other. While he was out riding his bike with heavy metal blasting, you were watching the latest law drama in you're pajamas. It was only a matter of time before this expirament of his would show him the true results of your intermingling.

"C'mon," he took you by the hand and dragged you through the rain. "Just be in the moment __. Let the rain shower over you and be free!" He grabbed your other hand and began spinning you both in circles.

"I'm going to get dizzy."

"Then only look at me. Look at me and don't worry about what's around us. Focus on a single subject and you won't get dizzy." He pulled you by the waist, forcing you to stare straight at him.

He was right. The dizziness went away but your knees feel like jelly.

"What's holding you back?" Jungkook smiled and it was the most genuine smile you'd ever seen. "Look at me __. Look at us. What do you see?"

As you stood there in the pouring rain, a pair of deep, boy-like eyes locked with yours. This was him, the thought dawned on you, a soft-hearted guy who wasn't afraid to open himself up.

You felt a pang of guilty settle in your gut–you weren't the better person like you so believed. You're closed off, comfortable in your space. Skeptical of anyone and everyone. You were wrong to see Jungkook as a careless, arrogant, motorcycle thug and it was a hard pill for you to swallow.

"I don't know." You replied softly, shivering at the faintest touch of his fingers supporting on your back. "I'm sorry, I don't know Jungkook."

"Well I see something worth sticking around for, rain or shine. I think I've become an idiot for you and I don't think that bothers you as much as you let on. You sought me out after I gave you space and I've literally been playing in the puddles this whole date and you haven't ditched me yet. So if you want some more of this, I'll give it to you with open hands, open heart, and I'll make sure to be loving you right." He winked before finishing. "As many days as you'd like."

Jungkook didn't give you much time to respond before he pressed his lips against your own. He made sure to go gentle, barely brushing them over your lips.

You understood immediately–if you wanted this, you were going to have to be the one to seal the deal.

And you did, kissing him with full force. You hoped you wouldn't regret this in the morning.

.

Ever since that night, you and Jungkook had started going out. It was slow at first but six months later, you and he finally made your relationship official.

"Shh," he cooed above you. He was a bit of a blur due to the pitch darkness of the room but you felt him everywhere. He was straddling your naked sides, praising your body like it was art. "Doing so good for me baby, making me so hard–fuck."

It was your first real-time being with a man and being your new boyfriend, Jungkook made sure to be extra attentive. "Kook," you moaned, back arching and pussy throbbing from where he had recently entered you.

He dragged his thick length out of you before slamming back in, a little rougher than the previous thrust. "That's it," he said through gritted teeth. "Let me hear those pretty moans. Been dying to hear them since I first saw you in those cute little sweat shorts you like walking to the laundry room in."

"Faster Kook, please." You gripped his muscular back, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. You needed him lodged so far in your gut that you'd literally see stars. "Plea–please."

"Shit baby, if you start begging this early I can't promise you I won't go completely feral and I don't want to hurt you."

"I want all of you Jungkook," you said. "You said you'd love me right, so do it." And that's all it took for your boyfriend to lock down on your waist with firm hands, pounding into you with all he had.

You tried looking up at him, wanting to look him dead in the eye as he fucked into you but you couldn't handle it. He was dripping with sweat, his muscles were tense, veins were protruding out of neck, and his teeth were clamped shut. He was focused and he knew what he was doing. You on the other hand were a complete opposite story.

"Jung-Jungkook, oh god, fuck!" You screamed incoherently. His big cock reached every inch inside you, stretching you out with every snap of his hips. Never in your life had you had so much pleasure in a short amount of time. And embarrasing it may be, you were definitely going to come far before the usual.

"Look at you fucking falling apart already. Too much for your tight little pussy to handle isn't it? Well you begged for this, and now you're gonna take this cock like a big girl aren't ya," he barked, landing a sharp slap to your ass.

"Shit!" You yelped, clenching around him automatically. "Gonna come Kook...please-please. It's my first time I-"

You came without finishing the plead, sticky white substance ran down your thighs and onto the sheets. Jungkook's wet length continues to move in you, pushing some of your cum back in. The erotic squelching makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Mhm yeah." He planted a trail of rough kisses up your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin. "And now you're gonna come again, and again, and again til you're dripping with my cum. I'm gonna then eat you out while my fingers play with your clit. But congrats on your first-time baby, because from here on out, you're gonna become my slut , and I'll be fucking you seven days a week."

A/N: written a little different than usual but yeah...haha idk. Tysm for reading and lmk your thoughts 💞

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[365granitegirlx]

I saw your requests were open! I was wondering if you could maybe write a reader x roommate!Vessel, where reader is just exhausted & coming home from a late night work shift. And reader is just tired and overwhelmed and is just so glad to be home.

Take it anywhere you'd like. It just sounds really nice to come back to your quietly calm roommate (who you may absolutely adore, but oh no no, you certainly can't tell him that.)

Only if you want or have time or are interested! 😌💙🙏

Eeeeeeee nom nom nom sensitive roommate!vessel I luv u. Here you go darling anon, I hope you enjoy this little drabble!

Roommate!Vessel x gn!reader

Fluff with optional nsfw ending under the cut

Home. Finally. Even if you were just sitting in your darkened car in the driveway, you already felt a little better. You just needed a sec to decompress before being around anyone again. Not that Vessel ever made you talk about your day or act a certain way. He toes the line between aloof-house cat-roommate and emotional-support-roommate really well.

You think back to the first time you came home to him after a closing shift. He sat in the living room, lights off, watching tv, wrapped in a blanket. You knew then you chose the right housemate. He patted the cushion next to him, even offered to change the channel. When you sighed heavily, he just asked, “rough day?” You nodded, and he patted your hand. That was all you needed.

And then there was that other time he stayed up until 2 AM listening to you and comforting you after a disagreement with a coworker that was so bad you were actually questioning if this was the right field for you. That was the first time he saw you cry. Not like when you cry during a movie. Like bawling. You swear after he finally let you go from the bear hug that he might have had a little tear in his eye, too.

Oh…and that time you came home grumpy around Valentine’s Day and you were surprised to see him home. His date cancelled, so you two stayed up and watched shitty rom coms and eating Chinese food.

Sometimes you wondered idly what he did after you parted ways on nights like that. His bedroom was just down the hall but he still felt far away. How did he perceive you? Surely he’s just being nice. Just polite. With his sweet grin. Soft hands. God damn it. You’ve been lying to yourself long enough. You’re in love with him. But if you tell him you’ll lose your roommate and a good friend (or at least got like to think so). You sigh heavily as you leave your car and go inside. He’s in the kitchen having a snack when his face lights up upon seeing you.

“Hey. Alright?”

You shrug. “Exhausted in every sense.”

He beckons you over and gives you a little hug before reaching his fingers behind your neck. He gently takes your lanyard off you and sets it on the kitchen island. “You don’t need that anymore. Home now…and for the long weekend no less. That’s good, yeah? Are you hungry?”

You don’t respond. You’re just looking at him softly. Blankly but softly. God he’s just right there. “Can I have another hug?”

It’s his turn not to answer. He pulls you close and rubs your back with his knuckles. You can finally breathe. As the hug ends, you absentmindedly place a kiss on his neck. You were so wrapped up in how good he felt and your feelings that you just…

“Do that again,” he whispers. You can’t believe it. He wants you to keep going. Your kisses trail up to his cheek and that’s when he moves his lips to finally meet yours. That first kiss. Your tummy is full of butterflies…and fireworks. You cannot believe your luck that you read the signs right. He holds your face like you’re his. And perhaps you are now. You hope so. His lips could cure anything, you think. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad night after all.

You thought blurting out “I’m literally in love with you” right after that kiss might have ruined things. But seeing as you’re in his bed…giving him consent to touch you under clothes…and hearing him make the same confession as he places an easily hidden love bite on your collarbone…you think maybe closing shifts won’t be that bad anymore.

[tsukimefuku]

Tea and coffee

You had a sleepless night and needs some caffeine to keep yourself from falling asleep before the day has even begun, so Nanami and Hiromi lend a helping hand.

tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, established relationship Higuruma x OC/Reader, implied past Nanami x OC/Reader, angst, second hand embarrassment, some fluff, barely proofread.

wc: 1.7K

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles related to Nanami x Reader x Higuruma. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

"Today is going to be gruesome" you complained, sat outside Jujutsu High's HQ buildings, just behind the main one where most of the sorcerers usually stopped by before or after missions, dreading the next hours of work you'd have to endure while sleep-deprived. You had been up most of the night, finding it hard to sleep for no particular reason, and sighed at the thought that your bed would still be hours away from you, having to teach two classes — the first year's and second year's, respectively — in between. Gojo Satoru, I hate you for talking me into coming to Jujutsu High, you thought to yourself.

"Hey, beautiful" you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. You turned your head and saw Hiromi, whose smile became a slightly concerned frown as he saw your face. "Oh, you don't look so good. Are you okay?"

"Not so much. I couldn't sleep at all last night, and now I'm supposed to teach those teens in just an hour. Ugh, I can barely think" you sighed. "And I'm surprised to see you here this early. Did you just come back from a mission?"

"About to go on one, actually" he replied, rubbing your shoulder softly. "Can I get you anything? Maybe a hot cup of water for your tea?"

You pondered for a moment. "I'd appreciate that, thank you."

He nodded and walked away, as you sighed deeply to yourself and rested your face on the table.

Your mind was drifting, and your eyes began to shut as you were dozing off. However, you heard some footsteps behind you, and lifted yourself up. "Hiromi, you were incredibly fast, how did you heat that wat-"

It was Nanami.

"Oh, h-hi" you said, instantly jolted awake. 

You both hadn't spoken to each other properly ever since you both went on your last joint mission to exorcize the Lover's Pass curse. On that occasion, he apologized for pulling away so suddenly after you both shared a night together, but you couldn't find it in yourself to trust him with your feelings again, even if you still had some for him.

More specifically, given you hadn't exchanged a word since then, you never got to tell him that after the debacle, you and Hiromi began dating — but would you, in any case? After all, you had only told Shoko about it.

The air instantly filled with awkwardness, as he nodded towards you in a silent greeting. He had the newspaper under one arm, and held a cup of coffee with the other.

Upon further inspection, Nanami noticed you looked very tired with deep bags under your eyes, but it took him a minute to decide if he'd actually ask you about it. You were both feeling very self-conscious, as he imagined you had no idea he knew you were dating someone else, thanks to Shoko.

"You don't seem to be very well." 

You grunted. "You're the second person to say that today. I know I look like hell right now, but c'mon, it can't be that bad!"

Nanami didn't even realize a tiny smile had formed on his face, and he stood there for a while as you mumbled about having a hard time sleeping the night prior, how you still had to teach two classes today, and that you dreaded being sent on a mission or having to grind work with Shoko before finally being let out your chains to go home and sleep.

As your rambling was over, you both stayed silent for some time, being yet again engulfed in discomfort. It was then that you remembered he had the newspaper with him.

"Are you... Going to sit down and read that?"

Nanami realized he'd been standing up holding his coffee and newspaper for some time now, and remembered what he was doing before running into you. "Oh, yes. I was looking for some place peaceful and quiet to read it."

"You can, uh, sit at this table. I won't be here much longer" you replied, unconsciously hugging yourself through the nervousness. Nanami seemed like he was about to say something and gave up on it about three times before he silently walked towards the opposite end of the table. The sorcerer sat down, opened his newspapers and lifted it just enough to almost cover his face. 

"Hey, I'm back, and here's your cup of hot water" you heard Hiromi say right behind you, softly jumping in surprise. "I'm sorry for the delay, I was having a hard time finding the teapot."

Nanami's hands tensed up, slightly crinkling the newspapers, but none of you noticed that. Nanami had barely registered you accidentally calling him Hiromi when he came up to you, and Hiromi's presence right now just added insult to injury, because at this point, you and Nanami could just about explode out of sheer discomfort.

You, especially, felt the urge to dig a hole in the ground and bury yourself in it.

Hiromi put the cup in front of you and noticed Nanami was sitting at the table, sparing him a polite smile.

"Oh, Nanami, good morning. It's nice to see you." Hiromi was unsure as to how you were feeling about Nanami this point in time, since it was obvious he was the person you had feelings for and decided not to pursue anything, even if you hadn't told him that expressly. However, since you probably had invited Nanami to sit at the table with you, the former lawyer decided to be cordial, after all, he did appreciate Nanami ever since having worked alongside him. They both had more in common than he had previously thought.

You also remembered that, after their joint mission, Nanami and Hiromi had become somewhat acquaintances.

However, you weren't registering anything anymore, with the insomniac daze swirling the world around your head. Because of that, your decision was to just take some of your tea pouches from inside your belt bag and throw them in the cup of hot water, letting them do the talking.

"Likewise" Nanami replied, entire body tensed up, unable to look Hiromi in his eyes as he said it. The ratio sorcerer had finally found it in himself to respect the man, but this entire situation right now just felt like a mess. His eyes were scrolling through the news, but the words were not making any sense.

"I'm about to push another boulder uphill" Hiromi said, poking fun at a Sisyphus and the Rock analogy both of them had once made about the work of a jujutsu sorcerer.

Nanami hummed in something resembling amusement, and Hiromi smiled, directing his attention back at you.

"I have to go now, but I'll give you a call when I'm done today, okay?" He said, rubbing your shoulder quickly with his hand. Even though Hiromi had joked about kissing you 'whenever, wherever' and talked about making your relationship public, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with public displays of affection in the workplace.

Oh, if only he knew how deeply uncomfortable you were this very instant.

"O-okay. Have a nice one" you replied, looking at him.

He smiled at you and tipped his head to Nanami, waving as he began to walk away.

"Bye, colleague."

Nanami just hummed again, this time with the same cadence as one would use to say 'bye'. His jaw was completely clenched, so he figured avoiding actual speech was a wise decision.

Well, this can't get any worse, you thought to yourself.

Then, you looked at Nanami, and he seemed just about to snap from all the tension built-up in his body underneath the nonchalant facade.

Sighing, you thought about it, and decided to just do something about it.

"Higuruma, he... I mean, I-" words were struggling their way out, but you figured it was better to just address the elephant in the room before things got even weirder.

"He's a fine colleague and a diligent sorcerer" Nanami replied, not taking his eyes from his paper. It wasn't like him to compliment someone like that, and then it clicked for you.

Oh, he must have noticed it.

"I-" You stuttered, yet again. Why is it so difficult to talk about this?

"There really is no need to" Nanami said, flipping an unread page on his newspapers. "How have you been?"

This was his way of asking if you were happy.

"I'm good. Thank you for asking"

He smiled at you, and his gaze had a hint of sadness to it. It chipped achingly to your heart, but barely, as you both began sharing a comfortable silence for the first time since you had last spoken to each other, something you had grown so accustomed to for a long time before the fallout.

After a short while, you took a sip of tea, and just knew this tea definitely didn't have enough caffeine to wake you up for the remainder of the day. At that, you sighed, disappointed. 

Nanami noticed your disgruntled face, and waited a few moments before asking you what was wrong.

"My tea is not going to solve my tiredness right now. Not by itself, I mean. I'll also need some coffee" you answered, rubbing your eyes, trying to see if that would help. "I'm just too tired to sort that out right now."

"You can have mine" Nanami immediately replied, mindlessly.

"Are you sure I can have your coffee?" You asked, hesitant.

You can have anything you want from m- "Certainly."

You picked up his coffee cup from the table and gave it a light sip, feeling the perfect balance of sweetness and bitterness hit your tongue as you did. The roast wall also exquisite, and brought up all the best notes from the drink. Of course his coffee is perfect. 

"Thank you, Nanami" you said, checking your wristwatch.

"You're welcome" he replied.

You saw it was almost time for your first class, so you just grabbed both the tea and the coffee, one in each hand, and began walking towards the classrooms. However, you stopped in your tracks for a second, looking at Nanami, and said, "I hope we get to spend more silence like this again. I missed it."

The sorcerer smiled and lifted his gaze at you.

"So did I."

Happy with the answer, you hurriedly strode across the headquarters, not noticing you were drinking from both cups at the same rate.

[darlingsfandom]

Can I resquest for a drabble? Maybe something where Cillian is dating an athlete? Maybe he watches a game of hers? I would also love it if the reader plays volleyball ☺️ thank you, lovey!

I'm going to be honest... i don't remember the last time I've played a sport, so I used google to look about information on Volleyball! So if it's not completely right, I'm sorry !!!

You stood on the sideline biting your fingernails as you waited for the game to start. Cillian was no where to be seen and it made your heart break a little bit. Your thoughts disappeared when you heard the sound of the whistle being blown. You ran out with the other girls as your sneakers made some noise on the gym floor. You did one final scan of the large crowd and to be fair, there were a bunch of people so it was heard to see but you could spot his eyes a mile away.

"Hey! You okay?" Your team mate asked as you line up for back line player positions.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine! Just overthinking about Cillian." You shrugged and before your team mate could answer the ball was coming at you , so you ran forward as fast as you could to dive and spike it over the net. You got it over and scored the first point for your team. Your team mates gave you high fives as you all repositioned. As you looked around, your heart stopped when you seen Cillian sneaking in and he gave you a smile wave which made you pay more attention to him than the ball which hit you on the side of the head. A loud sea of gasps were let out as you stood there with your jaw on the floor. Your hand went on the side of your head and gave it a rub before you shook your head.

"I'm fine!" You yelled out and held up your hands. Your coach double checked that you were okay before he let you play again. Back in the game, you were giving it your all. You made two more scores for your team!

Cillian kept his eyes on you and cheered you on when you got the ball over the net . "That's it baby!! WHOO'" he clapped his hands together before he sat back on the bench . You looked over at him with a bright smile and focused back on the very close game. Cillian watched as you bent forward. He shouldn't be turned on but the way the shorts fit your ass was a nice view. The game came to an end and your team won as your best friend made the winning spike!

Your team ran and hugged each other in a giant group before you seen Cillian walking towards you. "And you thought he wasn't coming!" Your best friend smirked at you before she pushed you into his direction. "Have fun love birds!" She teased you while making kissy faces.

Cillian stood there holding a small bouquet of flowers. "These , they're for you!" He handed you the flowers before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed a little bit before he wrapped his arms around you and swayed back and forth before he walked with you to get your bag. Once you had your bag, he took it from you, put it on his shoulder and held your hand as he took you back to his car.

"Ya hungry love?" Cillian tossed your stuff in the back.

"I could eat... but I do believe that since I won.... you owe me something." You leaned in and Cillian kissed you hard before his tongue slipped inside your mouth.

"Mmmhmm but I mean actual sex cillian!" You mumbled against his lips.

"I know baby, I know. Dinner first and then I'll take ya home and give ya everyting ya want!" Cillian kissed you heavier this time before he pulled away to start your very adventurous night.

[kafkalex]

if u could write jay + vibrator torture id love u forevers ... idc what ways just both of them in one drabble

Jay and a vibrator… well, i think its safe to say hes got quite a few. Different shapes styles and sizes. He could enjoy that buzzing for hours. He hasnt shown it to any of his boyfriends yet though, cause its a bit embarrassing how many he has.

Hes got the apartment to himself one day, tim and alex on a date and brian at work, so he decides to make use of it. He gets his big box out from the bottom of the closet, and goes through his toys. Ones with ridges, and bumps, and knots. Then he finds what hes looking for. Remote controlled, something to push inside with another part thatll rest on his tdick. He lets the gentle, continuous buzzing get him all hot and wet. Prodding it in until hes full and plugged, then he grabs the remote. Turning it on the lowest setting first, legs spreading wide to enjoy the dizzying soft buzz. It ate at his cunt, vibrating Jay into bliss. Over the next hour, he slowly went up and down the settings as he edged and tortured himself. Brain slowly melting out of his ears. He reached the highest at last, and dropped the remote onto the mattress beside him. Writhing on the sheets in pleasure, moaning out and whimpering. It was so much- so good- he couldn’t even think. His orgasm was approaching, and Jay was finally going to let himself have it. Jay gripped the sheets, toes curling, and came with a loud cry. As the aftershocks rode out, he quickly found himself getting painfully overstimulated by the toy. He felt around for the remote, but it wasn’t anywhere that he could feel. He moaned in pain, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, whining as he tried to find where the remote landed. Jay could barely close his thighs, legs so sore and spread that it hurt too much to bring them together, especially since it added more focused pressure on the toy. His arms were like jelly, fingers trembly, so when he tried to grab the toy and pull it out, he couldn’t get a strong grip. He moaned again, another orgasm fast approaching. No! Fuck! Where was the remote!? Jay sobbed in pleasure, cumming again as it hit him. It was vibrating his cunt so beautifully, but it hurt so bad at the same time. When the third orgasm took him, Jay was just a quivering twitching puddle on the bed. He couldn’t close his legs or pull it put, and felt so completely fucked out, that he couldn’t even think about looking for the remote anymore.

He had no idea how long it had been before he heard the front door shut. Jay had cum several more times, and was essentially just a limp puppet of a man, fucked dumb and drooly and hazy from the violent vibrations on his hole.

“Jay! We’re home! We picked up Brian on our way, and grabbed dinner! You hungry?” Tim called. Jay glanced at the shut bedroom door, opening his mouth, but only able to weakly moan. There were footsteps, and a knock at the door. It opened, and there was Alex.

“There you a- oh. Oh.” Alex stared, jaw dropped and eyes huge. Jay trembled, whining helplessly.

“Re-remote- can’t f-aah~ nd it-“ he managed. Another orgasmic wave hit him as Alex stared, and more slickness drooled from his hole. Alex stepped into the room, silent.

“Fuck, Jay.” He whispered, eyes not moving away.

“Alex, is he in there?” Brian’s voice asked, coming down the hall.

“Lex, please-“ Jay gasped, but Alex ignored him. Gaze traveling down Jay’s body to where the toy buzzed roughly on him.

“Oh, hey.” Brian stepped in, and then froze. Tim was right behind him, but also stopped shortly upon seeing the trouble Jay had gotten himself into.

“Jay had some fun while we were out,” Alex said, in a painfully casual tone. Jay whimpered. Alex brushed fingers down Jay’s naval and to his crotch, which radiated heat. “He need some help, I think.”

Jay looked between the three of them in a picture of fear, excitement, and arousal. He got three absolutely sinister looks in return. It was going to be a long night.

[jjungkookislife]

Hey 😊 I finally finished reading Home for the Holidays 😭 I saw it on the day you posted it, but only got to read small parts from time to time cause it was so hectic in our household. I just finally got the time to finish reading this, yay 🥳, so please bear with my all over the place comments 😅

Here goes:

First of all, may I just say how much I LOVE the chaotic friend group. I think this is a pattern with your writing. You ALWAYS make the friend group so fun and lively that it makes them so lovable to us readers 🥰

The scene where he put in Jin's number 🤣 I’d be pissed too, having randos blow up your phone? That’s like a nightmare to me 😱

I also love Jimin here, totally bff material. The perfect friend to share gossips with but also so dependable 🥺

I really love how his friends are so involved and committed on helping them both, so supportive. They got his back from the moment he told them his dilemma. Then they went all out with the planning and the photoshoot 😳

Jimin casually fixing her hair and feeding her snacks in between shoots 🥺

And Tae just casually teling them to kiss on demamd for the camera, not awkward at all 😅

And Jin telling Yoongi to "fix it" after finding out they haven't kissed yet and then ordering Namjoon to take them to the hall and he stands guard as they have their first makeout session with Tae taking pictures of it secretly. The whole scene was so hilarious 🤣

Jimin making sure she's caffeinated and her making sure he's eating during hell week 🥹

The flashcards are so cute ☺️ Asking questions to know more about each other. I feel like that’s something people should do when they're ACTUALLY dating but I guess this’ll come in handy when they finally make it official 🥴

Joon and Hobi crawling between Jin's legs when he and Tae get stuck at the door 🤣

The movie night scene where the others are watching them both be a natural as a couple 👀😏🤭

Joonie being extra and also making a ppt to help her "study" 🫣

They are all making so much effort so Jk can be gifted with an apartment, such great friends 🥹

Also, how he answered “What, baby?” to her call 🥺 it comes so naturally. Then he adds “Why would they hate you? You’re my girl.” 🫠 This whole interaction of her panic video-calling him but gets distracted by what she sees (cause girl, same 😂) is so cute and just 🥺😌☺️

And then the perilla leaf scene, my heart can't take so much fluff 😭

The scene where she sniffs his shirt 😳🥴

He has SQUISHMALLOWS 😍 and then her planning to take him to Build-A-Bear for a date 🥺 You know, when they finally make it official (cause who are they kidding with them being a “fake” couple 🙄) this would be an amazing future drabble 👀 just kidding 😆 (Unless.....👀 lol 🤣)

Also, is Hobi the only one that doesn't live in that town? Cause they dropped him at the train station so I'm assuming he's going somewhere else. Was it mentioned and my stupid brain didn't catch it? 😅

Aaaaaaaaand it’s stopped there 😫 I can’t wait to read the rest, she’s finally meeting the family 😅 Let’s see how this will turn out, I’m sure it’ll be as amazing as this first half. You did so well with this one as always. As weird as this sounds, I feel really proud of you for finally finishing writing this. I know how much you stressed over this story and whether or not you will actually complete it. And you finally did, all your efforts paid off cause this is soooooooooo amazing and well-written. Don’t feel too pressured to finish writing a story within a specific timeframe cause this story just proves how amazing the outcome is when you take your time to write it. Okay, this is getting really long so i’ll stop here. Just really wanted to tell you that.

I hope you enjoyed your holidays and are doing well 💜

Hello! 😊

I’m so glad you got to read it 😊 I was nervous about posting it and then tumblr and it’s new word count limit/line limit made it hard to post and it kept crashing or not saving 😭

SPOILERS

I absolute love the friend group! The chaotic energy is so wholesome! It reminds me of my high school days 🥰🥹

Namjoon lives and breathes CHAOS as we will see in the next part 👀 he also didn’t want to put his number or Jungkook’s in case nobody was right for the part. He figured Jin would be a better person to sort through potentials but he could have used a texting app 😅

I adore my Jimin’s 😭 I usually make him love gossip or meddling bc that’s how I am 🤣 I can’t help it sometimes but I try 😀

I had so much fun writing the first kiss scene! I think it was bc though it was stated on the flyer that PDA was part of the gig, Tae just assumed they’d kissed by then 🤣 so when he realized they hadn’t it put the shoot behind schedule and Tae is a professional 💪🏼

But also it was a perfect opportunity to showcase more of their friendship 🤣 they’re problem solvers if nothing else and Jin likes to boss people around sometimes and to mess with Yoongi if nothing else 😅

Ahhh thank you for catching those little moments of Jimin and reader’s friendship. I didn’t want it to be too overshadowed by the scheme 🥹

Yes! They had to put it into overdrive and learn everything about each other in such a short time. From having crushes to lemme know absolutely everything is hard lol but I think they did pretty well 😊

The PowerPoint has to be one of my favorite parts! Who better than to teach you than someone who’s known Jungkook practically all his life and with visuals, you know he snuck in some baby photos in there 🤣

And the flash cards 🤣 ah I adore them all so much.

The movie night was fun! I did like writing Joon and hobi crawling to get inside bc they know well enough that once Jin and Tae start arguing there’s no end in sight 🤣 and then JK and reader being couple like in front of them definitely gave them the right vibes in pulling this off. Perfect practice 🥹

He’s so into her! Like sleepy!Jungkook just speaks freely with no restraint bc he just adores her so much already and she is his girlfriend even if it’s kinda fake 👀

And the shirt sniff!!!! Ahhhh and the perilla leaf thing again lmao I watched it recently and it seemed like something Jimin would instigate to annoy Jungkook 🤣 we see a little more jealousy in the next part. Just a little if you squint though lol

I was thinking of writing a build a bear Drabble later on and maybe a spring break drabble bc I just love them so much 🥹 and JK can never have too many stuffed animals! He likes them and yes, he names them all

Originally Hobi, Yoongi and Seokjin were gonna live in different cities from the rest of the group but I ended up changing it. So Tae and Jungkook live right next to each other and Joon and Jimin live next to each other but right across from Tae and JK.

On the next block over (literally on the other side of Jimin and Joon’s backyard, Yoongi lives on the other side of Jimin’s backyard and Seokjin on the other side of Namjoon and then Hobi across the street from Seokjin. So in my mind, Hobi went to a sky resort for a few days before coming home for new year but he ends up coming home sooner when Jimin hunts at the plan failing though it’s not in the fic.

Here’s a snippet:

Yes! I’m so glad I finally got around to it! It’s been 3 years of staring at the old banner that I didn’t even end up using 🤣

But yes I am working diligently to get the next part done. It is 14k as of now but I feel like there’s still something missing from it and I spent maybe 4/5 hours today just editing and proofreading 😴 and making sure the smut made sense and oof it took a lot out of me.

Thank you so much for stopping by! I always look forward to hearing from you! I hope you stay safe and healthy! Have a good day/night 💜💜💜💜

[gauntlets-shot]

[ FIVE PLEAS ]  send for five times the receiver wanted to ask the sender to stay and the one time they do. - Vi

A collection of 'five times' drabble prompts | accepting

It wasn't that meaningful the first time. Vi was eating a cupcake at her dad's bake shop and scrolling through her phone. It was the typical day for her, she had just come back from a day at the ring so she had an ice pack tucked away underneath her shirt, right on her side. Vander insisted she rest upstairs to be more comfortable but Vi insisted on being in the shop so they could spend time together. Caitlyn had just walked in and Vi's gaze immediately landed on her. Vander by now had noticed how Vi looked at one of his regulars and today he decided to make a move for her. "Hey what's your name? Caitlyn? Well, that girl over there is my daughter Vi. She's been staring at you for the past few days every time you come in for your regular order. What do you say, huh?" Vander had asked and Vi was mortified. She was a babbling mess as she tried to apologize but eventually, Caitlyn had to be on her way. Vi watched her walk out but she had wanted her to stay, even just for a few more minutes.

The second time, Vi had almost said something. After Vander had set things in motion the day before, he finally talked Vi into asking Caitlyn out officially or at least trying to initiate a conversation. This time when Caitlyn had come in, Vi was the one behind the counter. She worked at the shop on rare occasions but this time, it was specifically to talk to Caitlyn. As Vi handed the woman her order, her mouth opened to say more but what ended up coming out only made her want to cut off her lips. "So, do you live across from us or work at the shop there? I watch you walk there every day." How could she sound any stupider? Thankfully though, that was enough to start a conversation and the two ended up talking for a good couple of minutes. It was only until another customer came in that Caitlyn excused herself. Maybe if Vi had asked her to wait, then she could've stayed for a while longer. She was easy to talk to, she found out.

Things had started to build since the last two times. Vi and Caitlyn were friends now. They chatted every time Caitlyn came in for her usual and sometimes, Vi would swing by her shop. It was hard though. Vi wanted to more time to spend with her but being a hero had it's ups and downs. Despite just being friends, the two had deep talks, the talks one would have with someone special since Vi didn't just open up to anyone. She had had another rough day in the ring as well as being a hero and she had been in the wrong headspace to be social. They were hanging out in Vi's room but not too long after Caitlyn arrived, Vi had the sudden urge to breakdown. Her life was weighing too heavily on her shoulders and she had explained she was stressed to Caitlyn. She didn't want to burden her further so, despite having hesitated to ask Caitlyn to stay and comfort her, Vi gently insisted she leave her to deal with her shit.

They had gone out on a date the fourth time. Well, this was their first one. Caitlyn had driven Vi's drunk ass home another time but she figured, why don't they both get drunk instead. Vi didn't really remember much from the night Caitlyn saved her but it was quickly forgotten as they danced the night away in the club. Like Vi had promised, she and Caitlyn had gotten drunk but Vi managed to cut herself off before she was too drunk. The two then got an uber home and as soon as they got out of the car, they were stumbling into Vi's dad's bake shop and were making out in the back room. In the heat of the moment, Vi was going to ask Caitlyn to stay the night but it didn't end up coming out. Caitlyn didn't even live that far but Vi had walked the woman back to her shop. They ended the night with one final kiss before Vi went back home, upset she hadn't spoken up.

Way too much had happened by the fifth time. Caitlyn had revealed she wasn't one hundred percent human and that she had powers. There was a new dynamic between the two, well between Caitlyn and Crimson. Instead of wanting the woman to be near her, Vi wanted her as far away as possible. Caitlyn wanted to help fight and she very well could've but Vi wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of Caitlyn potentially getting hurt. "Stay back, I'm serious!" Vi had snapped as Crimson. When Caitlyn refused for the millionth time, Vi had no choice but to take her to the nearest building and physically trap her in. Just before she put the final piece of rubble up to barricade the door, Vi's eyes met Caitlyn's. She hesitated hard, her brows furrowed so tightly her face might as well have popped. Just let her stay and help Vi told herself but then she averted her gaze and covered up the door completely. This was for the best.

After bickering and bickering for weeks, Vi was this close to full on turning on Caitlyn. She needed the help but she didn't want it. The villains were bigger, badder and Vi was falling behind due to the fatigue of her daily life and her superhero life. Caitlyn had been showing up at every scene to give Vi back up and every time Vi spent half the battle fighting or shooing Caitlyn off. Vi was nearly at her breaking point but then one day, Vi really did need the help. Not just one, not just two, not just three, but four foes had shown up to take Crimson down. Vi was scared shitless but she didn't show it. They couldn't know. Before they all actually went after her, Vi was arguing with Caitlyn again. When she saw them coming full force, Vi let out a deep sigh and met Caitlyn's eyes. "Can you stay?" She asked through gritted teeth. "I need...I'm gonna need backup. I'm gonna get eat alive if I go down there myself." After Caitlyn had officially agreed, Vi popped her gauntlet up and clasped her hand in Caitlyn's. "We're partner than," Vi told the woman before equipping her gauntlet again and jumping down into the danger zone, confident now that Caitlyn was officially fighting with her.

[mothdruid]

Glitterbug with the Dagger Squad, Side B

characters: Javy "Coyote" Machado, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

warning: 18+, mentions of smut, angst, fluff

a/n: this album has been plaguing my mind recently and a lot of these songs reminded me of our favorite pilots. i broke the drabbles up into the respective side a and side b of the album.

the album: Glitterbug by The Wombats

SIDE A

masterlist || navigation

This Is Not a Party- Bob

Parties were not Bob’s thing. Bob wasn’t even sure if he could call this a party. It seemed much more chaotic than a party. It felt more like a hurricane than a party. The hard deck was packed full of people, more than usual. Bradley was currently on the phone, arguing into the microphone. Jake was hitting on some women up at the bar, flashing his smile every now and then. Mickey and Reuben were playing darts as Javy and Natasha bantered back and forth. It was all getting to be too much for Bob. He knew they were trying to destress before the mission, but he just couldn’t.

“Hey.” 

Bob was startled when you spoke to him. Bob always had a fondness for you. You seemed like the only person to truly get him. So when you led him out of the bar he didn’t complain. He needed a break, and you were able to provide that for him. The night sky reflected off the water of the beach, greeting you two as he was finally able to breathe. 

Isabel- Bradley

The two of you sat outside of the theater, smiling as you chatted about the play you just saw. Bradley loved seeing you like this. It had been a long week for the both of you. Bradley had been home from deployment for a few weeks. This was one of the first nights you two were able to do anything. He let you pick what to do tonight, loving when he got to enjoy your passions. You were the light of his life, taking away all of darkness. It made Bradley forget about the difficulty of his job. You kept his mind without a care. 

He wondered how you learned how to be such a delight. Did they teach all of this in a school? It had to be something like that. He knew the life the two of you had wasn’t easy. Sometimes it felt like he was gone more than he was home. But the way you were always able to bright and bubbly no matter how long he was gone. He knew that you were the true rockstar around here. Always able to keep the both of you afloat. 

Your Body is a Weapon- Mickey

Mickey was a bit surprised by the club all of you went to. He was even more surprised by the dress that you wore. He kept texting you for a sneak peak, to which you denied every time. Mickey always thought everything looked great on you, teasing that your body is a weapon. But that black dress? The slit on the thigh? You did this on purpose and he knew it. Sometimes it made Mickey wonder how you were with him. Someone as attractive as you with him? Mind-blowing. 

Mickey’s thought about how he used to be with you. How anxious and nervous he was around you. Begging to spend every second in your presence. His naivety got the best of him then, slowly learning how much of a danger you actually were to him. One look from you had him on his knees making him want to cry. You made his body a temple of doom, but Mickey didn’t mind. He knew the consequences. 

English Summer- Jake

It had been a long summer. A long summer of events for both you and Jake. The two of you had made an agreement to help each other out for the season. He would be your date to certain events, and you his date for his events. What neither of you expected was getting physically involved. Well at least not physically involved after the first event, maybe the third or fourth. Maybe it was all the theatrics, the two of you acting dangerously close to an actual couple. 

“He’s feeding off every word you say.” 

You weren’t sure why those words affected you so much when Javy said them. That night when the two of you got to the hotel room, you brought it up to him. Jake with that stupid charming grin just chuckled a little bit. He knew exactly what you were asking, what the two of you were. Romance was never really Jake’s thing, but he couldn’t deny that he could feel it with you. 

“Romance is just a game, but it’s begging me to stay.”

Pink Lemonade- Natasha

Another magical Friday night, one that Natasha was spending at home. But you, you were out at another party probably receiving some attention from a random guy. Natasha couldn’t help but be bitter about it. She loved you, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. It was more than a best friend's love, a type of love she grew up being told was wrong. You were the pink lemonade she wasn’t allowed to have as a child. So sweet but leaving her with a stomach ache. 

Behind that sugar there’s only lies. Or at least that was what she told herself. Her mind started to wander, wondering what state you might be in. She thought about her bitter comment to you before you left. 

“Lock the door if you’re home before the sun.”

God, she couldn’t wait until this school year was over.

Curveballs- Mickey

Mickey laid on the bed, focusing on the feeling of your hands trailing down his body. Your fingers dipping below the waistband of his boxers, grabbing him and stroking lightly. As much as he wanted to focus on the feeling of your hand, his mind wandered. Mickey had always felt a bit undeserving when it came to you. Sometimes it felt like six hands in one bed, the way Mickey thought about how others would be better at pleasing you. Your hands, his hands, and the set of hands in his mind. 

He knew he was doing it to himself, creating these curveballs. He couldn’t help it. The images adhered like superglue, making it harder for him to enjoy you. But it felt like the more he dodged, the more his back was against the wall. It was when you brought it up, hand wrapped around his now softened state. It was just one curveball after another. 

Sex and Question Marks- Bradley 

Bradley wasn’t sure when he realized your relationship had fizzled. Or at least that’s what he called it. Maybe it was because you two had been together for so long. Learning everything about each other. He had learned all of your likes and dislikes, similar to how you learned his. The two of you almost did everything separate, almost keeping the relationship going only because it had been the only constant in each other's lives for the past four years. Life was euphoric when neither knew too much.

“What happened to us?”

“I’m a ghost and you’ve lost your spark.”

Bradley wasn’t expecting you to be so brutal. A large conversation ensued, the discussion about the future of your relationship. A discussion about whether the two of you even wanted to continue. You did, knowing that the two of you could rekindle it. Bradley wanted to continue, just not sure exactly how to rekindle anything. But with low hope and a little charm the two of you would be able to rekindle. The two of you would be able to fall back in love.

Flowerball- Javy

Javy wasn’t sure how he had met you, but he had met you nonetheless. Shots after shots led to a night of rolling in the sheets. It was a night he was fond of, one he thought about regularly. That was until you disappeared, ghosting him. He questioned whether you had ever actually existed in the first place. You were a work of modern art and he wanted more. Every time the dagger squad was at the Hard Deck he kept his eyes peeled. Jake and Mickey even helped keep an eye out a few nights. It was a night he went by himself, wanting to fully erase you from his mind. 

“How can you waltz through my bloodstream and then never call?” 

“It’s not fun unless it hurts.”Javy didn’t understand what you meant, but he didn’t stop himself from buying you a drink. He was a bit surprised to see you still in his bed the next morning. You surprised yourself by staying, convincing yourself it was okay. It had been your anxieties that prevented you from staying the first time. He made you shake like a wave form. But this time you would open up, allowing yourself something good for once.

[drabblesandmoredrabbles]

You will love again

Note: I can't believe this is my first time uploading a fic or drabble or whatever it calls. I'm excited to share this! It might be OOC because writing it's not my thing but i did my best for comfort my self 💕 Enjoy

Also this is clearly a self insert. Some Vent/personal stuff ahead!

ALSO I'M NOT THE BEST AT ENGLISH SO I DID MY BEST WITH MY OWN KNOWLEDGE AND WITH A TRANSLATE APP.

Words: 1625

Warnings: None.

Fandom: TFP.

Relationship: Ratchet x Reader/Self Insert. Platonic.

"Don’t you have classes tomorrow?" the old bot spoke without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. He just glanced as Y/N kept muttering something inaudible on the balcony couch. 

He knew it was late, he didn’t understand why she was still here. It’s not like he hates her company.

"Y/n".

Y/N gave a small jump from her seat and let out a big, nervous sigh. "It 's Sunday. And I can do my homework tomorrow, you don’t have to worry about it." She mentioned looking at the doc, seeing how he stopped typing and turned his gaze to focus on the only human in the room.

"I’m not worried about your homework. I’m worried about... your parents, are they okay with you coming this late?" His optics inspected the girl and for a moment he swore something was not right.

Y/N used to always come home early even if it was a weekend. Was there a special occasion? Did something happen? Sure, it’s not like Ratchet cares... or that’s what he wanted to prove.

There was a small silence on both sides until the girl broke eye contact and looked at her phone, clearly contemplating the 11:00 at night. Was it so late?

"They're fine with it. I told them I was going to sleep with a friend" She stopped looking at the man that was meters away and before she said something, a click was heard. That was like a…

"Hey! Did you scan me? I don't like when you do that." Because you clearly can see when I'm down. 

"I always do this. You should be used to it by now. I also wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with your physical condition. Is everything okay Y/n? Your vitals are in good shape, but, uh, I can see that you’re feeling nervous and…" He said in a serious tone without taking his optics off the girl.

"I also noticed that you didn’t talk much today. You distanced yourself even from the children."

Y/n was not surprised at how well Ratchet read her. Was she so obvious? She does not usually show her emotions but when she is down she tends to move away from others and close herself. Boy, has Ratchet known her long enough to notice her mood swings.

"I'm okay Ratchet… you really don't have to worry about it."

"Then why did you lie to your parents?" Ratchet ended up pulling away from his screen completely and looked at the young woman.

She hated this. She hated that he knew her so well. Maybe she should thank him? 

"I wanted to be alone. I just wanted to get away from my friends and my parents." She didn’t know when she started touching her hands. She felt some sweat on them, why was she getting so nervous? " I just wanted... to be here alone. With you. I wanted to talk to you."

Y/n got up from the couch and without turning up she approached the balcony bars, coming a little closer to the bot. She gasped and just felt a lot of nerves at the time. Why was it so hard for her to talk about her feelings?

Ratchet looked at her and was quiet waiting for her to say something. He wasn’t a very patient bot, but he understood that she could take her time. He’ll wait for her.

"Do you remember my girlfriend? That girl I told you about sometimes".  She scratched her cheek, feeling  eyes on her. It was only her fav medic but still, eye contact made her uncomfortable. But she can't stop now. "Yes, yes, yes, I remember her, it's been a while since you talked about her, what happened?"

"We are not dating anymore." She finally felt like a big truck got out of her. Why did she feel like she couldn't tell anybody? It wasn't that bad, right?

"Oh. Sorry. The both of you were so in love. Why did you guys stop talking?" The moment Ratchet asked that, Y/n felt like her heart hurt. The bot noticed his mistake and immediately felt pretty bad.

Those were the 2 most awkward minutes of his life.

"We loved each other, but that was a long time ago. We both felt like that spark inside of us just… vanished. That feeling of love we once felt, it was going away these past months. We didn't talk like we used to and then… It happened. We broke up." For a moment, Y/n swear she felt a horrible pain in her chest and her cheeks just burnt. She didn't want to see Ratchet. He couldn't see her face in this vulnerable state.

The doc didn’t have much to say. He didn’t understand humans and their eagerness to have relationships with other people from time to time. It is not as if his planet’s situation were different, they could also have a conjux, which was the equivalent of having a mate on earth. It’s just that they prevailed with that bot they loved for eternity until their spark was extinguished.

He didn’t want to belittle her feelings. It’s just, he had a hard time empathizing with the subject. 

"I… sorry what happened Y/n." His tone of voice sounded disturbing. He was really worried about the girl’s feelings and what happened to her. " It's all right, Ratchet. That’s how it goes all the time. I... it doesn’t hurt that we’re done. It hurts me the fact that... I would never hear an I love you from her again. I would never feel her warmth. I would never... love again?"

Everything was getting a little awkward. Not the type of awkward he feels uncomfortable with, but the one who doesn’t know what to say. His words are stuck. His voice box feels like... What do humans call it? Like he has a lump in his throat.

I would never love again.

What words were those? You can obviously love again. "Why do you say that? Your world is not going to fall apart just because of a... love breakup. I can understand how hard it is for you humans to have an affective relationship like that but it is not the end of times Y/n". The chestnut’s gaze was pinned on the Autobot. His words might sound a little harsh but for her they were on the one hand... very comforting.

"Listen Y/n, I'm truly sorry about what happened. But you know, moving on without the person we thought we would spend the rest of our lives with is always difficult." He decided to not look at her while saying those cheese and inspiring thoughts. He doesn't want to embarrass himself more; "How can we leave behind a life that, once, made us happy? How can the love we once shared have ceased to exist?" His voice no longer sounded rude, there was a kind touch on it.

The girl just couldn’t look away from that brilliant being standing in front of her. Her eyes kept burning and moistening and she knew what it meant and she didn’t want it to happen but it was inevitable with all those sweet words that the bigger man was saying to her.

"Even when your relationship has deteriorated and isn't fulfilling you quite the same way as it did, deep down, you are still tempted to cling onto the memories of how it had once been." He kept going, looking at her.

"Even though part of she and I know that there is no future, we can't quite talk to ourselves… out of the habit of being together. " She added, looking at him.

"But holding on tightly to somebody who has already gone will only cause you more pain Y/n." Ratchet extended one of his servos to the young one, still with his sad but determined face, he touched her cheek.

"You must experience the pain and the shock and the trauma , and then, to heal, you must concentrate on yourself, and your future. For life goes on, and you can exist… without them." 

She simply dropped her face at the touch of someone else’s hand. That rubbing felt so comforting that she never wanted to peel off. Not wanting to walk away yet, she took one of the digits from the doctor who was stroking his cheek and hugged him tenderly.

"Ratchet. You really don’t know how much I appreciate your words. I didn’t know you had such a cheesy side." she chuckled a small laugh that only made the doctor angry and embarrassed, glancing a little, letting the other keep hugging his digit.

"Please! Don’t start with your m-

"Thank you Ratchet."

He was speechless. The major could not remove his optics from her. His sight was grateful for what he was witnessing at the time. Y/n was willing to show her most vulnerable side to him. She was allowing herself to cry in front of him, something she never does with others.

"I… Thank you very much Ratty. Thank you for listening to me and for your advice. You improved my mood ha, ha" She smiled painfully, wiping her tears slowly, looking up to see her bot." No... it’s nothing Y/n. I’m glad I helped."

"Te quiero" again, he was speechless. The girl hugged the digit a little harder.

"Can I stay on the base tonight? With you?"

"I... um- sure Y/n."

Ratchet reached out and gave the girl a chance to climb. She was more than delighted and somewhat nervous about going to sleep with the great doctor. But she was happy. Both would take their due rest.

For now.

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NSFW - N drabble? fic?

HII im so excited to see your requests open again :D i really loved the one you did with emmett and i was wondering if you could do something kiiinda similar but with n? like reader has had a big crush on n forever and they finally act on it 😳😳 thanks in advance hope ur day is going well :)

I actually had to go back and read the Emmett one because I totally forgot I wrote him before LOA came out. Honestly I forget like 90% of the stuff I've written. I've come across some really old smut I've written and as I read it I'm like "This is familiar, maybe I've read this one." and then I see the creator was me.

Also this fic is longer because I absolutely adore N and this has a lot of 'firsts' for him and like. Consent is important!

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Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

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N was a little bit of everything in all honesty. Kind and sentimental. He got along with pokemon amazingly and you knew he'd never invite you to parties so your little introverted heart wouldn't need to deal with it. He was also always so gentle with everyone and everything, like he was afraid he would harm them. This included you to a sever degree and honestly you couldn't complain about it.

The gentle touch to your lower back as he moves you away from crowds, the soft touch to your hand when he wants to grab it. It was absolutely no wonder you fell hard for this boy. He treated you right and he was handsome to boot. There was only on thing coming between you two.

Neither of you wanted to be the one to confess. Neigh, neither of you knew how to go about it. Dancing around the topic became a past time for you two as you tried to figure it all out. Who'd be the one to break first?

"Hey N." You said, rolling over to your side. You two had decided to do some late night stargazing after looking for some drifloon. N turned his head, but not rolling over completely.

"Hm?" He didn't bother replying and you could see his half lidded eyes. You two would probably be calling it a night soon with how tired you two were getting. N never wanted to be the one to go home first though, always wanting to spend a little more time with you.

"What uh...what are we?' You said, swallowing a lump in your throat and averting your gaze. You decided that if someone had to break, it would probably need to be you. After all, N was too polite and might not have caught on to your over obvious feelings.

"What do you mean?" His voice wavered just enough that you caught it. Clearly he knew exactly what you meant but was going to tiptoe around it. Just like always.

"Like...so we are always hanging out together and there's this tension there and I just...listen N I like you way more than just a friend..." You said, not knowing how to really explain it. Best to be straight forward with him.

"More than a friend? What would you like to be, then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That depends on what you think of me. If you want to be just friends then I'm totally cool with that." a complete lie on your part, "But if you happen to have similar feelings then..."

"Then?"

"Maybe we could move forward and be a couple?" You finally got it out.

"A couple...don't we already do all the things that couples do?" He asked, getting on his elbows now and getting a better view of your face that had now turned scarlet.

"Well the dates and hand holding...yes. But couples do way more. Like kissing and..." You stopped yourself as you looked at him. It hadn't been that long ago that he was basically trapped in an organization that sheltered him. He was awkward around other humans and didn't know much about how the world worked. Would he even know about sex?

"Kissing and?" He tried getting you to say it and you bit your lip.

"Like...sex and stuff." You couldn't help but feel overly awkward at this. It wasn't a foreign concept to you but the thought of possibly having to explain it to N was daunting.

"Ah sex...I remember the triplets telling me about it." He said, "It's between people who love one another, right?" He asked and you nodded. "I wouldn't mind that, I do love you after all." Your heart was in your throat at his confession.

"I uh...I love you too. Are you sure though? Do you know everything it entails?" You asked him, hoping for the best.

"They...explained it." N said with a bright blush grazing his pale cheeks, "And showed me some videos."

"Oh my arceus they showed you porn..." You murmured, covering your eyes and trying not to laugh. "Well uh...that's a good start. I wouldn't mind if we took things slow though. Have you ever uh jacked off? Masturbated?"

"I don't recall having ever done that." N replied sheepishly.

"So you're probably going to be sensitive." You didn't want to throw him into the deep end before he understood what sexual pleasure even felt like. "N...do you trust me to show you something regarding sex? You're free to say no and if you do agree we can stop at any moment."

"What do you have in mind?" N seemed just as nervous as you did. You took in your surroundings and were happy to find that there weren't any people or pokemon out and about. You two had found a relatively peaceful clearing so here was as good as anywhere.

"I want to give you an orgasm." You said, "If you'll let me."

N paused as his face went bright. He was sitting up properly now as he scratched the back of his head. "I don't mind." There was your go.

You sat up and crawled over to him, sitting down on his lap. He paused, not knowing what to do. You just smiled and grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips.

"Let's start with a kiss." You said as you brought his face closer to your own. He watched him swallow a lump in his throat and soon you connected your lips.

It started off slow and gentle, N not knowing what to do. Soon he was moving his lips in time with your own, picking up pretty fast on what you were showing him. Your hips went and grinded down on him, feeling his cock now half hard in his pants just from kissing you.

N groaned against your mouth as the friction, opening his mouth a tad and you took the opportunity to snake your tongue in. N easily gave into you, moaning into the kiss and bucking his hips up against you. He was getting harder faster than you thought just from a little kissing and you couldn't be more pleased.

You two separated and you took no time in kissing along his jawline and then to his neck. He was squirming underneath you, panting out your name under his breath.

"You're so beautiful like this, N...do you want to keep going?" You asked and he could only nod. "N, I need you to speak to me. Is this okay?" Your hand slowly snaked between the two of you, moving over his erection through is pants.

"Y-yes this is fine." He moan, arching into your grasp. You unzipped his pants and dug through his boxers until you were able to pull his hard dick out. The top was flushed a dark red and almost looked painful.

You swiped your thumb over the precum forming at the top and used that as lube as you slowly began to stroke him. He whimpered a bit, but bucked up into your grasp as his hands both were grasping your hips in a death grip.

"You're doing so good for me." You murmured, going back to locking your lips with his. You felt his warm length twitching in your hands and N let out a high pitched and breathy moan as he came between your two bodies.

"A-arceus..." He moaned out, slumping up against you as he caught his breath. You smiled and moved his sweaty bangs from his forehead and gave him a kiss.

"Did that feel good?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Felt wonderful...can we do this again sometime?" He asked as he looking up at you. You brought your hand that was coated in his cum and dragged your tongue over it, collecting some of his seed. You swallowed, deciding you liked the taste of him.

N's face was scarlet as he watched you do that and you chuckled, "Whenever you want. I actually have more things we could try later on..." the thought of blowing him made your mouth water.

"I'd uh...I'd like that."

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Made Me Think of You

An Everlark Two Shot

here it is, Part 2 of the soft drabble prompt #19 “It made me think of you.” This story was continued at the request of @heathersaid and @pookieh​ so I hope you enjoy it my friends. Part 1 can be read here.  The entire fic is now up on AO3 as well. 

Katniss went back to the bakery after a couple of days and ordered another apple and goat cheese turn over. 

Peeta greeted her enthusiastically. 

“I knew you’d be back.” He told her as he wrapped up her order with a sweet smile. 

Katniss gave him a look. 

“Well, at least I hoped you’d be back.” Peeta admitted with a shy shrug. 

Katniss didn’t reply out loud but her eyes softened and she didn’t pull away automatically when his hand brushed against hers when he handed her the receipt. 

They both felt the spark of energy that traveled between them but neither of them said anything about it. 

“You were right about the turn overs. They were as good as I remembered.” She told him after shouldering her purse. Then she turned around and headed for the door. 

“There’s more where that came from.” Peeta exclaimed loudly, before she could walk out the door. 

Katniss shot him a little wave as she was leaving and saw that same sunny smile he had hit her with last time. 

She sang softly to herself the entire drive home. 

And so passed the first few weeks of summer. 

Katniss visited the bakery a few times a week, and she and Peeta exchanged words and smiles. Peeta was usually the one to attempt flirting if they were alone. Katniss didn’t always reciprocate but she didn’t shut him down either, so Peeta kept trying. 

Finally, after an especially encouraging exchange in which Peeta got her to taste his newest creation, cheese buns, and Katniss proclaimed him the best baker in the county, Peeta asked her to go on a date with him. Katniss surprised them both by saying yes. 

When Friday night rolled around Peeta pulled up to Katniss’ small worn down house in an older model pickup truck and knocked on the door. 

Katniss opened the door quickly and slipped outside. 

“Oh hey!” Peeta said as he backed away from the door, slightly startled. Katniss was wearing a short little yellow sundress with tiny white flowers printed on it and the sight of her made his heart speed up faster. 

“Wow.” He said in an awestruck voice as he slowly took her in, from her long dark hair that she left down to her golden sandaled feet. 

“Are those for me?” Katniss asked, snapping him out of his daze. 

Peeta looked down at his hands, where her gaze had traveled and remembered the bouquet of daisies and wildflowers he had gotten for her. 

He thrust them out to her hurriedly, saying “Yes, they are.” 

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to-but, well-ok. Just let me step inside for a minute…” Katniss said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. 

“Do you want me to wait out here or?” Peeta asked gently. 

“Um, no. You can come inside, it's ok.” Katniss replied but her brow was furrowed and her lips were set into a frown. 

“I can wait out here if you’re more comfortable-”

“No. Just…don’t expect much,” Katniss mumbled as she waved him in behind her. 

Her home was indeed small and sparsely furnished. The tv set was an old heavy square model that had seen better days and there was hardly a division between the living room and the small kitchenette. But everything was clean and well taken care of. 

When Katniss looked back at him worriedly Peeta smiled at her reassuringly. 

“You shouldn’t be worried, Katniss. It's small but nice. Homey.” Peeta told her and she scoffed and shot him a disbelieving look but didn’t say another word. She pulled out a small glass jar with a tiny ribbon tied around it. She trimmed the ends of the flowers with a pair of kitchen scissors and placed them in the vase after filling it with water. Peeta watched her attentively and when she set the flowers down in the middle of the small kitchen table he smiled at her again. 

“Thank you. I really like them. Most guys would bring roses, but I don’t care for those.” Katniss said, placing her hand over his. 

The simple touch thrilled Peeta, but he tried to downplay the effect she had on him. 

“You're welcome. The daisies made me think of you when I saw them. Simple but beautiful in their simplicity…..Ready to go?” He said, skipping over any response she might have had to come up with on the spot to respond to his unexpected compliment. 

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before my little sister stalls us. She’ll ask you for your life story and we don’t have all night.” Katniss told him. 

Peeta laughed but Katniss shot him a look that said she wasn’t joking as she pulled him along behind her. 

Once they were outside Peeta broke away to open the door for her and Katniss held back from rolling her eyes, but just barely. She was quite the cynic when it came to romantic or chivalrous gestures, having had quite a few less thess than stellar dating experiences with guys who thought opening the door for their date and paying for dinner automatically meant the girl should be willing to put out afterwards. 

But when she glanced at Peeta’s kind and open face as he closed her door carefully she couldn’t imagine he was that kind of guy. 

At least she hoped he wasn’t. Only time would tell. 

~

He took her to a pizza place, the best one in town. They had texted during the week and she had admitted Greasy Sae’s Pie Parlor was her absolute guilty pleasure.  He ordered an extra large and didn’t balk when she put away four slices without hesitation. 

In fact he grinned at her and pretended to salute her as she grabbed her fifth slice. 

Afterwards they walked around downtown and talked about college and how things had changed for each of them since high school. When Peeta’s long fingers brushed against hers she didn’t pull back, and when he took her hand in his she interlocked her fingers with his without discussion. 

As they neared his burnt orange old pickup, Peeta asked if she wanted to go to the lake to watch the sunset. And even though Katniss privately thought it was cheesy she agreed. 

On the way there she turned up the radio when one of her favorite Taylor Swift songs came on. 

Put your lips close to mine

As long as they don't touch

Out of focus, eye to eye

'Til the gravity's too much

And I'll do anything you say

If you say it with your hands

And I'd be smart to walk away

But you're quicksand

Katniss sang softly along as she looked out the window. She caught Peeta stealing glances at her, but whenever she looked his way his eyes flitted back to the road. 

~

Peeta asks her if she wants him to park his truck with the hood facing the lake or the truck bed. Katniss tells him she’d rather sit in the truck bed than on the hood and he nods. 

He opens her door for her and helps her down just like he did at the pizza place but Katniss feels the heat from the palm of his hand travel all the way up her arm. 

Peeta pulls down the tailgate and spreads a jacket of his down for her to sit on so her legs won’t get cold. 

Katniss can’t remember the last time someone was this thoughtful around her. 

They watch the sunset and talk about pointless little things, like their favorite colors. 

The sunset comes and goes and the night air fills with the song of crickets and bullfrogs. Katniss scoots closer to Peeta when a breeze picks up. 

Peeta to his credit doesn’t try to cop a feel, and offers to look inside his truck cab for another sweater. 

It's Katniss who takes his arm and drapes it over her shoulder as she presses into his side. He enfolds her against him gently, with a pleased sigh and nuzzles her hair as the radio plays softly behind them. 

The stars come out and Katniss tells him about how she used to go camping with her father when she was a child. 

Somehow they end up lying down in his truck bed gazing up at the night sky and everything is so blissful. Peeta rubs soothing circles on the outside of her arm and Katniss snuggles closer to him. The lyrics from the song she heard on the drive over pop into her head as she breathes in the clean scent of his skin and laundry detergent. 

I can't decide if it's a choice

Getting swept away

I hear the sound of my own voice

Asking you to stay

And all we are is skin and bone

Trained to get along

Forever going with the flow

But you're friction

When he turns onto his side to look at her in the scant light of the half moon she surprises him by pressing her lips to his softly. 

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

I, I, I like it

Peeta kisses her back with an intensity that makes her feel like she’s being lit up from the inside out. Suddenly everything else in her world is forgotten, and it's just him invading everyone of her senses. His lips are clean and sweet and with each swipe of his tongue against hers he paints a picture of something passionate and raw. She can’t stop kissing him, growing intoxicated with the movement of his tongue and the melding of their mouths together. 

The clean yet manly aroma of his skin intermingled with the light sheen of sweat condensing on both our bodies from the warm summer night makes Katniss feel dizzy with pleasure. It is a surprisingly eroticly mixture of scents, and Katniss finds herself quickly getting aroused. The breeze blows softly, stirring up the air 

Peeta groans long and low when she tugs him flush against her body. His frame dwarfs hers but she feels completely safe with him, not intimidated in the slightest. Katniss feels the deep sound of his moan rolling through her core like thunder when she bites down on his plush lower lip. He breaks their kiss as he inhales a breath against her neck, like she’s an aphrodisiac. She feels him hard through his jeans but it doesn't frighten her, it only spurs her on. A small whimper escapes her throat at the thought of him being so aroused by their kissing and he begins to explore the skin of her neck with his lips. 

It’s not long before his hands begin to explore her body and hers his. They take their time, even though their heartbeats are racing and all the blood pumping in their system screams at them to rush. 

When his hands slide up her smooth thigh he opens his eyes to look down at her for permission. She gives him a wry smile before reaching up and tugging at his t-shirt. 

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night

And I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive

And I would follow you, follow you home

I'll follow you, follow you home

The song plays in the back of her mind as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it somewhere over her head, she leans up to give him a light kiss on the lips before telling him, “I hope you know I don’t usually do this on first dates.” as she simultaneously reaches down and guides his hand up higher, until it rests on the outer edge of her underwear. 

“I wasn’t thinking that at all.” Peeta tells her with a small, breathless chuckle. 

“So what were you thinking of?” She asks quietly, gazing up into his eyes that seem so full of tenderness she almost can’t speak. 

“I was just thinking how I can’t believe I’m here with you, kissing you, holding you like this right now.” He replies, his hand stroking along the edge of her panties. 

She squirms a little at his touch since she’s uncomfortably wet and his hands only seem to exacerbate the problem. 

“It does seem unlikely.” Katniss murmurs as her eyes trace the lines of his incredibly handsome face. She wonders what in the world ever made him ask her out in the first place. 

“Oh, I knew it was a long shot when I asked you out, but, after pining after you all throughout high school I just had to do something about it when you walked into the bakery again at the start of the summer.” 

“Wait, you-you pined after me?” Katniss asks incredulously. 

“Yeah, Katniss. I could barely say two words to you when we were growing up. Don’t you remember?” 

“Of course I remember that, I just always thought it was because I was such a…a quiet loner.” She tells him, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. 

Peeta shakes his head adamantly and laughs. 

“No, I was carrying the hugest torch for you and I could never figure out how to talk to you like a normal person.” He tells her with a groan as he lowers his forehead to hers. 

She giggles a little, she can’t help it and he lets out an offended huff. To apologize she winds her hands in his hair and pulls him down to her lips again. With her tongue she hungrily licks her way into his mouth and then they’re kissing again, more ardently than before and Peeta’s pressing his hips into hers, making her feel how intensely he wants her. 

Katniss snakes her hand between them and deftly unbuttons the front of her dress. When she pulls the material aside to reveal her bra to him Peeta swears softly. He gazes down at her like she’s too good to be true and Katniss swallows her own reservations before she places one of his hands on her small yet soft swells. 

“You’ve waited this long to find out what touching me feels like. So tell me, how does it compare?” She asks him and his eyes darken before he tentatively squeezes her. 

He sucks in a ragged breath and says, “Fuckin’ unreal. That’s how it feels. Like any minute I’m gonna wake up and this will all have been a dream. That’s how good you feel.” 

Katniss snakes her hand down to cup him through his pants and he hisses at the contact before pushing himself fully against her small palm. 

“And you feel a little intimidating.” She tells him with a chuckle as she gives him a light squeeze. 

“I can go slow, as slow as you need.” Peeta says, a slightly desperate edge to his voice. It sends pleasant shivers down her spine. 

“OK.” She tells him, nodding as she meets his eyes. 

“Really?” He asks again, as if he can’t believe she said yes. 

“Yeah. I trust you.” Katniss says, brushing back a lock of hair that fell against his forehead. 

What follows next is a flurry of hands and lips, caressing and tasting, while their bodies crush rhythmically against each other. 

Katniss thinks the sound Peeta makes when he takes one of her breasts in his mouth is something between pure adoration and savage delight. She wonders how he can get so much pleasure out of such a simple thing. 

Then he makes her fall apart with his hands outside her underwear, just cupping her as she grinds against his palm and she knows she’s never felt so free in her life, or moaned so loudly. 

He strokes her and kisses her and winds her up until she’s practically begging for him. When he finally unbuttons his pants she helps him yank them down with an impatient movement. He pulls a condom out of his wallet and she offers to put it on for him but he shakes his head, saying he’s worried about not lasting if she touches him. 

He settles between her legs with a look of concentration, his hard length jutting up between them. She shifts to widen a bit, allowing more room for his muscular thighs, and squeezes his forearm to let him know she’s ready. 

With a swift but sure motion he fills her and she grips his shoulders hard for a minute, silently asking him to be still as her body adjusts to his size. 

He holds himself still with an impressive patience, though she can feel the tension in his body. 

Katniss kisses him softly as she rocks her hips, encouraging him to move. He lets out a breath he was holding and pushes in a little as she lifts her hips up. 

Pleasure sparks hot and deep inside her and she gives herself over to it, letting it coil inside her and grow with each of his strokes. 

“God, you’re so perfect. So soft and tight and wet. I--I think you were made for me.” Peeta pants above her as he thrusts a little harder. 

Katniss doesn’t have words to answer him, even though she agrees. She knows Peeta fills her better than anyone else she’s ever been with and the way their bodies move together, so naturally isn’t common for the first time two people have sex. 

She reaches down and presses her palm flat against the base of his spine, as she winds her legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper, meeting his hips in a request for him to go harder. 

“Fuck, oh fuck, I--please tell me your close.” Peeta pleads, before lowering his head to close his lips around one of her nipples. 

He pulls at her breast, tugging an invisible chord that connects directly to her core and Katniss cries out as a sharp bolt of pleasure spreads through her, building into something bigger. 

“I’m so-very-close.” She tells him, between gasps. “Bite me.” She instructs and his teeth clamp down on her in a move that is neither too hard nor too gentle, and in the next moment she arches against him with a strangled cry. 

Her walls throb and clench him and Peeta loses his grip, unable to hold back. He comes, moaning her name as he slams into her one last time. 

Afterwards they lay together catching their breath. 

“Well, that’s the best first date I’ve had in a long time.” Katniss says finally breaking the silence with a joke. 

Peeta laughs, long and loud as he lifts his head from her shoulder to look into her eyes. 

“I’d say this was the best night of my life.” Peeta replies sincerely. 

“So how are we going to top this on our second date?” Katniss asks him seriously. 

“Honestly, I have no idea but if you’re there I have no doubt it’ll be one for the history books.” Peeta states with certainty and she accepts his words with a confidence she would have thought was impossible before their night together. 

She knows somewhere in the back of her mind that they are probably moving too fast, but suddenly it feels like she’s been waiting her whole life to let go and live a moment like this. She also feels like the one thing that makes it possible for her to actually seize this chance is Peeta himself. She couldn’t imagine being this way with anyone else. 

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

And I, I, I like it

The chorus plays again in her mind, reminding her of him and the feelings he brings out in her and she thinks that even if it’s a little reckless it just might be worth it to see where this thing goes. 

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song v (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, fluff, smut; a shit ton of kissing, oral (f), seokjin likes eye contact, slight overstimulation, he also seems to have a slight potty mouth when turned on, romantic sex, protected sex, shower scene, oral (m), this chapter is basically just sex, enjoy! (yes, the dilf dick is b i g) lingerie described found here for the visuals ~  words; 9,572

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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. You were like a little kid at the lead up to Christmas. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Actually, on second thoughts, you couldn’t think of a time you were this excited for anything, period. And all over the prospect of sleeping with Seokjin, and definitely not in the innocent way… He had in no way explicitly stated that you’d be having sex this week, but the insinuation was heavy in the air. Everything leading up to this moment was suggesting come Saturday night you would not be sat in front of Seokjin’s 75” television watching boxsets… 

On the morning of you decided to pack a few things in a small case. You definitely planned on returning home in the day if needed or bored while Seokjin was at work, but the essentials were required: underwear, pyjamas, a few outfits, toiletries and skincare, your iPad, miscellaneous chargers. Soojung on the other hand was acting like you were never coming back… 

“I’m going to miss you.” She whined, having been hovering around you as you packed. “Leaving me alone with smelly Tae.” 

In a bid not to be alone in the evenings she’d invited her smelly boyfriend over for the week, but although she sounded irked it was all just an act. God knows what they’d get up to while you were gone, you dreaded to think. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best to stay at Seokjin’s place all week… You had no clue what you’d walk in on in your own home.  

“I won’t be gone the whole week. Besides, we can meet up for lunch and stuff.” You often visited her at the department store, perusing the food court until it was time for her lunch break. You weren’t secluded from the whole world while away. What did she think was happening? 

She helped you fold your clothes in momentary silence, deep in thought it seemed. “What if you love it there and want to stay permanently Dilf mansion?” 

You scoffed immediately, taking the small pile of t-shirts from her to pack away. “Soo, way to jump the gun.” You’d been dating barely six weeks, hadn’t even had sex yet, moving in together was number 1 on the highly unlikely list. Although, sliding in a couple of pairs of flats into the top pocket of your case and zipping it up, you hummed in consideration. “Dilf mansion does have a ring to it though…” 

Soojung’s attention was on another pile of clothing now – one you would be wearing this evening to leave for Seokjin’s house. Her fingertips brushed along the delicate baby blue lace of your lingerie, sitting on top of the pile and she looked up at you and grinned wickedly. “You’re going to knock his socks off with this.” 

You and her had spent yesterday browsing the mall with a very important task. To decide on the most perfect lingerie set. Knowing Seokjin for a while know, you’d noticed he had an inclination for the colour blue, so your chosen piece had to be a winner – practically see-through, littered in beautiful lace flowers. You were well and truly prepared for tonight, you were a woman on a mission. 

“His Dilf socks,” you corrected your best friend, both of you instantly exploding into a fit of giggles. 

Arin had left with her grandparents this morning, and as much as Seokjin was eager to get this weekend started and see you immediately, he actually had a few things he needed to take care of at work. It wasn’t until around 5pm that you got into your car to make the short journey, Soo waving you off proudly like you were about to attend your graduation. You were honestly quite calm given the circumstances, although one look at Seokjin as he stepped out the front door to take your case and all inner composure was lost. You were one big ball of excitement, most of it flurrying around in the pit of your stomach. Yet you kept cool on the outside, grinning at the handsome man in front of you despite your lingerie burning marks into your skin. 

And handsome he was today, (as if he wasn’t every day), his dark hair parted in the centre of his forehead naturally, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You tasted a hint of mango on his mouth, an obvious sheen to his plump lips, and you presumed he’d applied some chapstick before you’d arrived – the chapstick you’d bought him not too long ago after he’d complained of cracked lips to you on the phone one night. 

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his arms around your waist, body pressed snuggly into yours. 

“Hey yourself,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing into one another’s eyes before you lightly teased him. “Are we going to stay out here all night?” 

Chuckling heartily, he reached behind you, lifting your case with ease. “Let’s go put this in my room.” 

You’d never once stepped foot onto the upper level of his house before, so you were very observant on your way to his bedroom, eyes catching art pieces (you noticed numerous of Arin’s) and photos along the walls, light fixtures, as well as the odd plant here and there. You had to walk two flights of stairs to get to your destination, one average in length, the other shorter, veering off to the left of the corridor to reach a landing leading into his bedroom. You remembered what he’d said about changing and designing his bedroom himself, so you were very curious as to what it looked like inside. Yet still, the sight of it stunned you to brief silence. 

His was the largest bedroom in the house, the master bedroom if you were being fancy, but in your opinion it was more like a mini home in itself. All it needed was a kitchen and you would be good to go. It smelt just like him – of his cologne and the recognisable vanilla scent his house seemed to waft of every time you visited. The walls were warm grey, décor similar with dashes of cream and gold. The bed matched the whole vibe of the room – insanely large, and you could already tell it was going to be the comfiest thing you’d ever slept on. Directly opposite, but a long way away, were a sofa and love seat sat around a TV hooked to the wall above a stunning fireplace. There were two sets of double windows, from the ceiling to the wooden floor, dark grey drapes open – not that it mattered. Seokjin’s house was out-of-the-way, no chance of being seen. All you were met with as you looked down, was a small patch of garden you hadn’t seen before, plain and simple, but very beautiful. Tranquil. 

To the left of the room a door opened into another, perhaps a quarter of the size – his closet, and you followed him inside, still pretty much lost for words. He said there was no point putting your belongings away tonight, you could do it tomorrow, but he’d saved a drawer for you and there was an empty section of hanging space you could use too. There was also a dressing table you could put to good use, because he sure didn’t, and then he whisked you away into the bathroom, which was probably the most beautiful room in the house. Everything was warm marble in colour. A separate bath and shower (both gigantic) and double sinks. 

“I got you a robe,” Seokjin pointed out, and you followed his gaze to behind the door, two fluffy white robes hooked to the wall. 

Oh, boy. You could get used to this. 

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Seokjin ordered takeout for dinner – from an Indian restaurant Namjoon kept raving about apparently. With the amount he ordered you could have sworn he was feeding a whole party, not just the two of you. You were stuffed in no time, curling up on the sofa with a glass of red wine as Seokjin loaded the dishwasher. He still hadn’t cooked an actual meal for you, and when he joined you, of course you reminded him. This week he was preparing dinner for you one night, and that was final. You needed to see what Chef Kim had in him – even if he insisted his skills were long forgotten.  

You cuddled as you watched a movie, which more often than not meant you’d start to become sleepy – just ask Soojung – but tonight was different. You were wide awake and practically thrumming with excitement. You were begging for the movie credits an hour before they were due, and when they finally popped up your heart started to beat harder in anticipation. It was nearing 11pm. Your lingerie was still burning welts into your skin… 

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, your back pressed into his chest where you’d been snuggled into him, legs across the sofa, for the duration of the night. One of his arms was crossed around your front, the other free to drink his wine as he propped his feet up on the glass topped coffee table. You could really get used to this. 

“What did you think?” He hummed, reaching forward to place his glass on a coaster. You grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave you and he chuckled, quickly resuming position to now loop both arms around your shoulders, pressing you further into the warmth of his body. 

“I enjoyed,” you replied with a small shrug. In all honesty it would’ve been a great movie if you hadn’t been so distracted. 

You felt him lower his head, breath hot against your ear as he spoke. “I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep on me.” You giggled as he started to kiss the column of your neck, his barely there presses of his lips tickling you. Yet still you pushed into his hold, letting your head fall back. He took the opportunity to suck your earlobe between his lips, eliciting a sweet sigh from you. “I really can’t wait to spend this entire week with you.”  He whispered. 

You tried to keep your voice as uninvolved as possible – which was a lot harder when he now had your earlobe between his teeth. “Eh. I’m so-so over it.” 

“Y/N!” He scolded playfully, groaning a laugh as he lifted his head away. “Stop. Now’s not the time for joking around.” 

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, latching onto his hands. 

“Face me,” he murmured almost suddenly. “Let me kiss you properly.” 

His kisses were gentle and loving, his hands cupping your face as you leaned into him, hands placed across his hard chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into some black pants, he’d looked irresistible all night. He pulled away slowly, lips upturned almost drunkenly. “What’s that grin for?” 

Seokjin’s gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes repeatedly as he replied, thumbs massaging circles into your cheeks. “I’m just very happy. Is that allowed?” 

Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his, wrapping your palms around his neck to pull him in closer. He hummed loudly – indulgently, and let you lick into his mouth, his own hands slipping down to your neck and down your torso, gripping your middle. Your chest was flush to his and you welcomed the heat of his body. You were happy too. It had been a long time since you’d last felt this content, and tonight you’d realised just how lovely it was to be able to lounge with Seokjin and be in his company so casually, so naturally like this. You would become spoiled this week, but you couldn’t feel too worried right now. 

Breaking away again, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but your mouth was a greedy thing, finding its way down his neck and across his throat as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his breathing shallow as he let you wonder. His fingers brushed up and down your back distractedly, until he seemed to remember what he wanted to tell you. “Hey,” he whispered, breath catching in his throat when you pinched your teeth into his Adam’s apple softly. “Hey, stop for a moment. There was something I wanted to say before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the very obvious direction of his sentence, and as much as you wanted to nosedive straight into that pool, you pulled back to look into his eyes, waiting patiently. 

He straightened his back and you eased off him a little, finding his fond smile contagious. “I’ve enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” He began, sincerity in his tone . “I know I’m not old old by any means but dating you has made me feel like I’m young again. I mean, grinding in the middle of a bar is something I didn’t even do back in my college days.” 

“I fail to believe that,” you laughed. 

“Really,” he insisted, looking amused. “I was a nerd. A handsome one, but a nerd nonetheless.” Before you could roll your eyes he was continuing. “What I’m trying to say is that, I really like you, Y/N.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair lovingly.  “You know that already. Shit, I’m crazy about you. Just hearing your voice makes my day better. No matter how short a time we spend together, even if it’s just on the phone to say goodnight, I feel happy – I feel relaxed.” He paused to take a breath before moving to cup your face with one hand. “No matter how stressed I am you make it better by just existing.” 

“…Seokjin,” you murmured, a little lost for words at his declaration. 

He chuckled warmly, tops of his cheeks tinged somewhat rosy. “Too cheesy?”

You shook your head adamantly, reaching for his face as well. “Not at all. I’m crazy about you too.” His face lit up instantly and you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’m so happy we met,” you confessed against his mouth. “I don’t want this summer to be over.” 

“It’s not over yet,” he laughed. “We still have time to make it even better.” You wanted that more than anything. Finding it difficult to keep away from your lips, he practically had to tear himself away. He was out of breath. “I know saying this out loud is silly given everything, but… Let’s make this official.” 

Your heart started somersaulting. You felt like you were in high school again, over the moon because Kim Rowoon had asked you to prom. Only this was better than that – much, much better. Linking your arms around Seokjin’s neck you tilted your head to the side, a grin unable to keep off your face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Kim?” 

“What do you say?” He sounded hopeful and soft. 

You hummed out loud, thinking hard. “Can I get back to you? 3 to five business days seems about right.” You immediately squealed as you finished your sentence, Seokjin’s hands finding their way around your butt to tug you forward. You gripped onto his shoulders with the surprise. 

“Too bad because I’ve already been calling you my girlfriend at the office.” 

You didn’t have a chance to reply, the hard press of his lips against yours knocking you senseless. You found yourself in his lap not long after, fingers dragging through his hair as you clung to him, mouths moving in gradual urgency until you began to feel out of breath. Your tongues seemed to grow more daring, intent, as your soft moans mingled with his quiet groans. You hadn’t quite found yourself in this position before, usually moulded to the soft leather but this time you had Seokjin pinned tight, a heat that was quickly becoming unbearable burning between your bodies, and his hands running up and down your back didn’t help. 

Each brush of his fingertips had your skin prickling with warmth, dizzying your mind, and when you felt him brush against the curve of your left breast you leaned forward into his touch, desperate for more. Seokjin grunted, encouraged by your action as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb grazing your nipple which hardened from the touch. Your kiss turned a lot more frenzied after that, Seokjin roaming your body with confidence, his unoccupied hand cupping your butt to rock you against his crotch. 

He was hard. You’d felt it stiffening ever since you’d climbed into his lap, but now he was solid, flesh pressing (probably painfully) against his pants, and feeling emboldened you lifted your hips, hovering over him for your hand to slot in between your bodies, cupping his erection firmly. He stiffened under your grasp, his breath hitching and you took that moment to drag your tongue along his, teasing him as you slowly started to stroke him above his slacks. He felt thick and rigid between your fingers, pulsing erratically against your hold, and he broke away from your mouth, head falling back as a loud, drawn-out groan slipped from his throat. You gazed at him – eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted as he breathed shallowly – and took a mental picture. You wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked gorgeous, basking in pleasure and you wanted to pleasure him more. It was an urge so strong you practically dived on him, mouth slamming into his. He soon gained his bearings, kissing you just as wildly as his hands groped your body. 

“Do you – mm, do you want – mm – to take this upstairs?” He asked against your lips, fingers currently digging into the soft flesh of your ass. The veins in his neck were visible, his desperation for you obvious, and you pulled away from the kiss to nod rapidly. If he didn’t get you upstairs soon you’d surely explode. 

You let out a little squeak as you suddenly found yourself in the air, safely held up by Seokjin. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to make the brisk walk to the hallway and towards the staircase. “Oh, my god,” you muttered, laughing as you realised he was about to carry you bridal style all the way up the stairs. 

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes twinkling warmly. Your heart melted at the sight and you leaned in to kiss him, uncaring that you both may fall backwards and break your necks. 

“I may have forgotten about the amount of stairs in this goddamn house,” he panted lightly once you’d made it past the first set. 

“Put me down then,” you giggled. 

“Never,” he sang out, pecking you on the mouth sweetly. 

Once in his bedroom, he placed you down, closing the door behind you before caging you against it, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you for months. You keened into his touch, whole body hot and ready for him, but in the end you couldn’t keep up with his mouth. He’d never kissed you like this, he was a man possessed, you physically felt weak at the knees and you clung to him, moaning softly when his mouth fell to your neck. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed against the wet skin, fresh waves of arousal washing through your body. His voice was an octave lower, gruff and nothing like you’d heard before. “I can’t contain myself knowing we’re going to be alone for a whole week.” 

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You laughed weakly, but to be honest, the time for wisecracks were gone. You were hanging on by a thread, this close to begging him to tear your clothes off. 

Cupping your neck he pulled away to look you in the face. His pupils were blown out, more black than the warm brown you were used to. The tops of his cheeks were tinged red, his own arousal very evident, and when he replied he sounded as sincere as ever. “Anything you want me to.” 

Okay, if he carried on like this, he’d mess up your plan good and proper. He was rude. Very rude. And hot, and sexy, and yours. God, you really wanted him. Your body was screaming for him. You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then another, and another, determined not to get yourself glued there no matter how much he tried to drag his tongue along the seam of your lips. “L-let me freshen up,” you managed to get out, voice shaky as you (with great difficultly) held him away at arm’s length.  

At your words, he slowly made sense of them, his eyes refocussing before he gave you a short nod and politely stepped back. “Ok.” 

Before you could be tempted by that mouth of his once more, you made a dash for his bathroom, closing the door behind you. Immediately you began to rush out of your clothes, not even bothering to fold them properly because you were in such a hurry. You’d had this planned all night, wanting him to be rendered speechless, and staring at your lingerie cladded self in the giant mirror he had hooked to the wall, you reminded yourself to take a breather. You were going to walk out there calmly, the epitome of composed as you sought out his reaction. With one last look at your reflection, you walked towards the door and opened it. 

Seokjin was sat on the edge of the bed, legs sinfully spread (but oh so casually, which just made it hotter), but he wasn’t looking your way, his eyes darting around the room a little as if he was desperately trying to find some patience. Knowing he was riled and aroused made your head even more dizzy, and stopping by the doorframe, you called out to him. 

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker. Actually they practically popped out on storks as he took in the sight of you in the baby blue underwear. He seemed paralysed. 

“Hey,” you smiled, all of a sudden feeling a little shy as you waited for him to say something. 

It took another moment, but then he was swallowing hard, wetting his mouth as his lips parted. “Oh, shit.” 

You smiled victoriously, those simple two words satisfying you fully. 

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

You obeyed, closing the distance between you quickly and Seokjin wasted no time clasping his hands around your hips as you stood in front of him, between his legs. If felt so good to finally have his hands on your bare skin. His touch was warm, soothing, but most of all, electrifying. Goosebumps spread as he dragged his fingers up and down your sides, his eyes drowning at the sight of you. 

“Do you like it? It’s not too much?” You asked, looking down at him. You glowed under his gaze. 

He lifted his head up, arching an eyebrow. “Do I like it? Is that supposed to be a genuine question?” He sounded just as baffled as he looked and it made you giggle. His fingers started to play with the thin waistband of your panties before delicately outlining the lace flower petals on your ass. The sensation made you shiver, and a small smile grew on his face as he watched you. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, beginning to place small, gentle kisses on your abdomen and your skin rippled, butterflies appearing. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, hot puffs of air hitting you, heating you up even more. 

You curled your hand in his hair, needing something to latch on to as you watched him mouth even more kisses along your flesh. The point of his tongue dipped into your navel scandalously, and as you gasped he looked up with his eyes and smirked, tongue now swirling invisible patterns along your stomach. The sight sent you a little gooey, legs feeling weak again as your heart thrummed inside your chest. 

“However… I was looking forward to undressing you…” He teased.

You teased right back. “You still have the lingerie.” 

He couldn’t handle that, growling quietly against your stomach, his hands rounding your ass to mould the flesh in his palms firmly. He’d soon tear the panties if he kept that up. Obviously the idea of stripping you naked sent him feral – something you’d remember well for this week. You yelped when you felt him sink his teeth into your hip bone, pulling him closer to your body by his hair, desperate for more. It was when you looked behind him, did you notice the pillar candles aflame on the two nightstands that sat either side of his bed. They weren’t burning before you’d entered the bathroom. You were sure of it. 

“Seokjin, did you light candles?” You asked without realising, changing the atmosphere slightly, but you didn’t mind too much, not when the image of Seokjin rushing to burn candles for the ~ambience~ was too damn adorable. 

He lifted from your skin, looking up at you. “Um, yeah.” He sounded a little awkward before he chuckled softly. “I thought against the slow R&B music.” 

“Good choice,” you laughed, fingers rubbing small circles into the nape of his neck. That would’ve been hilarious. 

“I’m totally out of my depth here…” He admitted, nudging you backwards a little to stand in front of you. He kept his hands on your waist, ducking down to be eye level with you. “I haven’t done this in a while.” 

“Snap,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close. You kissed him deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. There wasn’t a nerve in sight and despite his honest words you knew he was at ease too.  

Your hands slipped over his shoulders and down his toned chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants to tug at his t-shirt, untucking him. “You have to get naked too.” You whined, detaching your mouths. “I’m feeling sorely underdressed.” 

He let out an airy chuckle, immediately reaching for the neck of his shirt to tug it over his head. Your hands greedily started to explore his torso, running your fingers along his faintly lined abs before trailing up his hard chest. He shivered as you brushed against his nipples, a tiny laugh slipping from his throat. 

“What?” You laughed. 

“’Tickles.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, loving the feeling of his bare chest against yours, but soon enough you got impatient again, hands reaching for the button of his pants. You popped it open and proceeded to unzip him, at least giving his poor erection some reprieve. It had been pressed up against your lower stomach for quite some time, still rigid but as patient as ever. 

He took over, stepping back to push them past his hips, his lips still attached to yours. “Mm–Bed.” He hummed, taking you by the hips to switch places. You pulled away and sat down, watching him kick his pants off his feet and your eyes zoned in on the curve of his erection, hidden by his Armani underwear – black with a red waistband. His thighs were perfectly toned, his skim glowing in the soft lighting. He looked good enough to eat and your heart skipped a couple of beats as he walked forward. 

You laid back against the mattress, instantly groaning at how soft it was. You practically sunk inside. “Oh, damn this is comfy.” Rolling onto your side as Seokjin climbed on the bed, you hid your smirk. “I could just go to sleep…” 

“I don’t think so,” he told you, hovering over you. His hand smacked you ass causing you to squeal, and you flipped onto your back as he took the moment to cage you under his large body. 

This time his mouth completely bypassed your lips to kiss your chest, pressing into the indents of your collarbones before slipping to the tops of your breasts. He kissed the fabric, wetting it as his tongue traced the delicate flower petals and you gripped onto his shoulders with a moan as he encased one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, soaking the lace a darker shade of blue. “You drive me crazy,” he quietly panted, his hands reaching behind your back, arched into the pleasure he was giving you. “May I?” He asked, fingers finding the clasp of your bra. You nodded hastily, moaning louder when he lifted his head to kiss your lips. His motions were firm, tight pleasure filled grunts leaving him as he freed you of your lingerie. 

Immediately he pulled away, dark eyes soaking in your bare chest like it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. Your back arched further when his warm palms cupped your breasts, spreading a heat down your spine that settled between your legs. “You’re beautiful,” he awed, looking into your eyes, causing a sweet moan to fall from your lips. 

He moulded the soft flesh gently, before brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. That had you moaning again, pleasure you hadn’t felt in a long time rocketing up your body. It felt amazing to be touched by him, and you were greedy for more. He was on the same page, his lips replacing his thumbs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud that had you sighing out his name, your fingers threaded in his hair. He hummed against you, squeezing your breasts and pressing his body into yours – once – his erection pressing into your thighs, before he pulled away, kissing down your sternum before licking into your navel, his hands rubbing up and down the outside of your thighs. 

His lips avoided your clothed heat, which was frustrating to say the least. You were so eager by now, unsure if you could take much more kissing before you exploded, but Seokjin was a man determined – determined on kissing every inch of your body it seemed. He made it down one thigh before moving onto the next and as he got towards your knee you couldn’t help but giggle – it was beginning to tickle, but he didn’t stop, lips pressing down your calf.  

“Seokjinn,” you whined. 

He chuckled as he made his way back up the other leg, bending you at the knee before gently getting you to spread out for him. “What?” He murmured. Although you were distracted now, realising how aroused you had become, your underwear clinging to you desperately. He was kissing the inside of your thigh now, fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he was so close to where you wanted him you were trembling. He nosed his way to the apex of your thigh, groaning as he smelt you and then he was hastily tugging the lace down your legs, the last of your covering. Now you were totally naked in front of him, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice gruff. He sounded so sexy. His eyes were glued to your centre yet he didn’t touch. When you didn’t reply, they flickered to your face. “Y/N. Hm?” 

You mind was a blur, you couldn’t think what to say, mainly because you wanted him to do anything and everything to you. You startled when he nosed the inside of your thigh, his hands sliding down your hips to grip the flesh underneath. “Taste you? Is that what you want?” He whispered, sending your insides somersaulting. He looked up as you nodded, and grinned. “You have to say it out loud, honey.” 

The bastard. He was teasing you. Trying to get under your skin. Your forced yourself to speak. “Taste me.” He hummed in response, pressing his mouth to your hip bone. You raised your tone, more determined. “Seokjin. Taste me.” 

He dived in. Placing gentle kisses up your slit, his lips ever so slightly brushing your clitoris. You moaned quietly, letting your eyes close as you laid back against the softest pillows you had ever felt. Your fists clutched the sheets, hips raising up when you felt the first wash of his tongue. Your breath caught, warmth turning you gooey. “Taste so good,” he mumbled into you – so quietly you wondered if you’d imagined it. 

You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, quietly moaning intermittently before you felt the urge to take a peek. Opening your eyes and looking down your body, you saw Seokjin watching you, his eyes hungry. You quickly looked away, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a groan left you, your legs falling wider apart. The scene had been erotic but in all honesty you were feeling a little shy. It had been a long time since you’d had sex, so the idea of someone watching you so intimately made you feel funny. 

Seokjin was there to reassure you though. “Don’t look away, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling back to get your attention. “I want to see your face.” You looked again, watching him kneel low as he ran a hand up your thigh. His lips shone with your arousal. He looked beautiful. 

You moaned lowly when you felt him rub a finger at your entrance, and he watched you intently as he pushed inside, feeling you squeeze around the intrusion. He slowly began to curve the digit, pressing against your inner walls. Committed to pleasuring you, he watched your every reaction and this time you didn’t look away. 

“Does it feel good?” He asked, in awe as you writhed around on the bed, chasing the feeling. 

You moaned as you replied yes, only to jerk upwards when his thumb began to rub tiny circles against your clit. “Seokjin!” 

He liked that. Hearing you cry his name. He wanted to hear it more, dropping low to replace his thumb with his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves between them, flicking the tip of his tongue against it rapidly, earning him another cry, and he moaned gruffly against you, the vibrations shooting up your body. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, palm hot against your skin as he applied gentle pressure, holding you down. 

Oh god, you were a mass of pleasure, mind addled, unable to think straight. Not when he was making you feel so good. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his eyes flicking up to yours and you made it your life’s mission not to look away, chest heaving up and down as you squeezed around his digits. Your orgasm was building, pressure below getting harder to control – harder to ignore. Seokjin guessed it, breaking eye contact to bury his face further into your heat. The image was almost crude, so were the noises, but the most beautiful kind of crude. A crude that had you desperate for more. You jerked into him, rolling into each snap of his wrist, the pads of his fingers grazing your g-spot. 

“Want to make you cum,” he rasped, before sucking your clit back into his mouth and sucking determinedly. You groaned, head flinging back into the pillow, eyes clenched closed, a hand coming out to grip the roots of your hair as you rolled your hips into his face, giving into the pleasure well and truly. This orgasm was going to blow your brains out – and it did. 

In the end you had you to clamp your legs around Seokjin’s head in a bid to get him to stop, pleasure still rolling through your body as you panted like crazy. He eased from your clit, tongue dragging down your folds instead, meeting his fingers that were almost locked inside of your pulsing walls. With a grunt, he removed himself, kissing your mound one last time before he stopped. With his hands on your thighs as he kneeled between them, he watched you adoringly. 

“Oh, my god,” you panted weakly. Unsure what else you could say to describe what you’d just experienced. Why had he not been doing that from the get-go? From as soon as he’d reversed into your car?! 

That was all he needed anyway, your simple vocalisation, because no sooner had the words exited your mouth, he dived on you, kissing your mouth, your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead – whatever he could reach. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness. You could taste yourself on him. It was glorious. His hands roamed your body like it was all new to him. As if he hadn’t been it for the last forty minutes or so. “Fuck. I can’t stop touching you.”

Your stomach flipped around, the sound of him cursing sending you dizzy. You licked into his mouth, kissing him messily, your hands raking up and down his back, before they settled on his ass. You gave the meat a squeeze and he grunted, pushing his crotch into yours. He was painfully hard – and desperate. (You hadn’t missed the way he’d been rutting into the mattress while going down on you…)

“Seokjin,” you breathed, moving your head to the side to get your words out. His tongue carried on going, swirling across your cheek. You liked getting messy with him. You tugged at his underwear. “Get naked. Need you.” 

“You don’t need a minute?” He asked, tongue now in your ear. He gyrated his hips into yours, grunting as he did so. 

You shook your head. “Like hell I do.” 

He laughed at that – breathlessly, but it was something. He moved, rushing out of the last bit of clothing he had on, and your eyes drunk up the sight. The missing piece. His dick was long and thick – smooth and warm once you got your hands on him. Hovering over you, you ran your fist up and down him steadily, just enjoying getting to touch him. He dropped to your side, pecking your lips before he pulled back.  “I need to be inside you.” 

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along the rigid flesh as he stretched behind him to pull a box from the nightstand drawer. 

It caught your attention right away. You raised both eyebrows as you let go of his length. “A hundred condoms?” 

He chuckled, sounding a little sheepish. “Too enthusiastic?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Death by (Dilf) dick wasn’t how you’d expected to go, if you were being honest. 

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, pulling one of the packet. (Discarding the box to the floor.) He turned back to you with an impish grin. “That’s why I bought the bumper pack of condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest, but he grabbed your hand and kissed you, distracting you successfully. “No, if I’m being truthful,” he continued, letting you steal another kiss. “They were better value for money. I’m partial to a bargain.” 

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed. 

“You should’ve seen me purchasing them, I have never been more embarrassed in my life.” 

“Seokjin, you’re a near 40 year old man,” you judged openly, however on second thoughts – “But yeah, I’d be embarrassed buying a 100 condoms too.” 

Seokjin shuddered, looking mortified. “Just the thought of the cashier knowing I was going to get lucky…” 

You arched an eyebrow. “Get lucky?”

He looked comically caught out, eyes wide for a second before he shook his head. “Less talking now…” And then he was kissing you again…

Between rushed mouths and eager hands, he managed to tear the condom packet, pulling out the latex to slip it over his erection. Kneeling over you, you could see perfectly when he attempted to roll it the wrong way up.  “Oh, shit. Ignore that,” he muttered, fixing it immediately. 

You stifled a laugh. “Ignored.” 

He gave himself a tug, making sure everything was secure and your mouth practically watered. “Just warning you now, this may be a three pumps and Bam! kinda thing,” he informed you as he laid over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so turned on.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I don’t mind. Just want you.” 

“I want you more.” He rubbed his nose against yours. 

Hitting his ass, you shot him a look. “It’s not a competition.” 

“Isn’t it?” He asked, pretending to be confused. 

“Quit stalling,” you whined. “Let’s have sex.” 

“Let’s,” he agreed with a warm smile. You turned gooey instantly. 

Pressing his knees to the mattress, he hovered over you, wrapping his hand around his dick to direct it between your legs. He rubbed the length up and down your slit, flesh heavy and hot, coating himself in your arousal. The sensation was good for you, but for him it seemed to blow his mind, eyes practically rolling back into his skull as he grunted. He stopped at your entrance, looking up at you as he slowly pushed the head inside. 

You shifted under him, trying to stay patient. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him, but realistically you needed to take things slow. You held onto his shoulders, silently telling him to continue. He let out a strained groan as he slipped in deeper, your walls snug and hot around him, begging him for more. Inch by glorious inch, you kept on taking him, until you were filled up just right. 

“Shit,” you uttered, looking up at the ceiling as you adjusted to the sensation. 

“Was that a curse?” He asked, voice tight but greatly amused as he nosed your throat. 

“Hardly.” Your voice was barely there, desperate for him to move. 

“I’d still class it as swearing.” He was holding his breath, yet still felt the need to be a smarty-pants. You moved your hips practically a centimetre and he grunted. He didn’t want you to win though. “I want more. Maybe not tonight, but I will turn your mouth filthy by the end of the week…”

A moan tore from your throat uncontrollably, and you couldn’t look at his face because you knew you’d be met with a gloating smirk. You steeled yourself, nose in the air. “Game on.” 

Seokjin laughed obnoxiously, but couldn’t wait any longer, slowly dragging out of you and then pushing back in. His breath hitched – so did yours, and he carried on, propping himself up with one hand as he gained a steady rhythm. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, watching your face. 

“You too.” You clung to him, feeling your face heat up and ended up dropping your gaze. 

“Honey, don’t be shy,” he whined, reaching to cup your face, in the process pressing more of his body weight into you. You clutched him tighter, wanting him as close as ever. “I like watching you. Knowing I’m making you feel good.” His mouth on yours now, you sunk into the kiss, moaning softly as his thrusts got quicker. You met each one, rolling into him. 

It wasn’t long before he was on your throat, kissing and nipping the skin, his hands exploring the rest of your body. Your ran your fingers through his hair, sighing sweety when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, slipping the hard flesh into his mouth to suck. 

Face pressed against your chest, his movements became a little erratic, breathing heavy until he was panting. You moaned along, loving how he was making you feel. “You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He awed, voice raspy. 

You let out a weak chuckle, running your fingers through the ends of his hair. “Of course you would say that with a face full of my boobs.” 

He laughed too, kissing his way back up your chest, his hands pressing into the pillow as he leaned in for your mouth. You stared at one another for a little while, your moans mingling together, and it was the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with anyone. 

“Good?” He asked. You were unsure if he was asking how you were or if you were enjoying yourself, but regardless, the answer was the same. 

“Really good,” you smiled, running your hand down his chest. 

His thrust were getting messier, less controlled, less strategic, so it was no surprise when he had a confession to tell you, kissing you once again. “I’m-I’m… close.” 

He’d exceeded the predicted three pumps at least… “Hey, you can go a little harder,” you whispered against his mouth. 

He grunted, slacking at your words but quickly got a hold of himself. Each snap of his hips got firmer and harsher, fucking – because there was no other way to describe it – you into the expensive bed. Your cries of pleasure came out stunted and unsteady, his own grunts louder now, gruffer as he chased his end. 

“Seokjin –!” Your hands fell to his ass, holding him tight as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop,” you encouraged, which seemed to tip him over the edge – quickly. 

“Fuck. Coming…”” His face fell into the crook of your neck, panting as he tried to keep moving, and then he froze, his body hot, partly sweaty, a long drawn-out groan sounding against your ear as he came. 

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him to you because in all honesty, you didn’t want to let him go. You could feel his heart beating against your chest rapidly, even after he’d partially caught his breath, and you knew yours was beating just as fast. You kissed his shoulder when he kissed yours, and slowly he lifted his head, turning to give you a drunken smile. He sighed contently. “That honestly beats any orgasm I’ve ever given myself lately.” 

“I should hope so!” You burst out laughing, not quite expecting those to be his first words and he immediately joined you before hugging you tight. 

.

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You awoke naturally, light from outside peeking through the loosely closed drapes. Seokjin had his arm around you, his body curved into yours, and you could tell by his breathing he was still very much sound asleep. Proving your point, he grunted softly, rolling onto his back, his grip on you loosening. Carefully, you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form. His lips seemed to be pouted, eyebrows furrowed slightly – of course he had an adorable sleeping face. Of fricking course. 

The bed sheets were pushed down, draped across his pelvis, one hip sticking out, while his broad chest and toned stomach laid bare. You found yourself smiling, insanely happy, wondering if you’d been a saint in a past lifetime – you had to have been. How else had you hit the jackpot? A kind-hearted, beautiful man with a banging body? You’d struck big. 

Wanting to leave him sleep longer, you got up quietly, needing to pee, not worrying that you were butt naked, and as you left the bathroom, you moved to the closet (room) to fish for your phone in your purse. You’d left it there all evening yesterday, not wanting to be interrupted, and low and behold you had a bunch of notifications waiting for you on the screen. You got back into bed, getting comfy before you scrolled through them. Most were unimportant, news updates and social media notifications. You had a text from your mom reminding you to call your grandmother soon, one reminder regarding your phone bill going out tomorrow and then, from half an hour ago, a text message from your best friend. Why the hell was she up so early on a Sunday?! 

Soojung (8:32am) Spill the details girl! How was Mr. Dilf 🥵👨🏻🍆💦 

You snorted, pretty loudly, couldn’t help it, and when you realised you shoved a hand over your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend (yes, it felt so good to finally use that word) up. You glanced over, but his eyes were still shut, a peaceful look on his face, so with a relieved inner sigh, you went back to your phone, wondering how you should reply. You had quite a lot to say, messaging her “the details” wouldn’t work. Maybe you could give her a summary? Until tomorrow when you could call her while Seokjin was at work. Maybe you could meet her for lunch. And who knew, you’d probably have more to tell her come then –

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

You jumped when you heard Seokjin’s voice, his arm wrapping around you once more as he snuggled closer, encasing you in his body warmth. 

“Seokjin,” you greeted, instantly shoving your phone onto the nightstand, face down. “Good morning.” 

“Mmm.” He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, burrowing his arm under the covers to touch your skin, hand cupping your waist. He was still sleepy, voice groggy. You settled into his hold, closing your eyes. With a kiss to the top of your shoulder, he spoke again.  “What were you snorting at?”

Your eyes immediately flew open. He’d heard that? “Nothing,” you tried to reply casually. 

He laughed, the throaty sound shooting up your body, leaving warmth in its wake. “Come on, something made you laugh.” He lifted his head, looking at you pointedly, plump lips pressed together, mouth curving up slightly. “You have to share, it’ll be rude not to.” 

It took you a second to give in. “Fine.” It was probably time to let him know anyway. Soojung might try to kill you, but she couldn’t get you if you were gated in at Seokjin’s home…  You reached for your phone and flashed the screen on, holding it out to him. “Soojung’s an idiot,” you sighed. 

He delicately held the back of your hand, steadying the device so he could read the messages. A second later he was deeply amused, lips quirking before he let out a little laugh. “Has that been my nickname the entire time?” 

“Maybe…” Amongst other things… They could wait till later though. 

He hummed, trying to keep his expression casual, but you could tell by his eyes how amused (and smug) he was. “The emojis add a nice touch.” 

You rolled your eyes, about to tell him to shut up, but immediately his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you sweetly – which was all just an act. When he pulled away, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tone arrogant. “So… how was Mr. Dilf?”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening. He was just as bad as Soo and Taehyung. 

Laughing loudly, he kissed you again, caging you under him smoothly. Your hands reached for his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you. “Was it good enough for a round two? Don’t expect me to keep my hands off you,” he told you, his fingers tickling your stomach as his face fell to your neck, kissing and biting the skin. 

You began to laugh, squirming under him, but no matter how much you tried to free yourself it was impossible. “Stop,” you whined. “Seokjin, you’re tickling me!” He eased off with the tickling but his mouth only seemed to ramp up, his tongue licking up your throat. “You’re so sexy,” he groaned, meeting your gaze, and instantly laughed. “I love embarrassing you.” 

You grumbled, realising you’d started to blush. “I’m not embarrassed,” you insisted. “I’m turned on.” Two could play at that game. Seokjin’s eyes widened comically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

“Yeah?” He murmured, getting a hold of himself, mouth ghosting over yours. You nodded, dragging your hands down his back to settle on his ass. You could feel his dick rousing between your thighs. It was so easy to get him. He was like putty in your hands. 

“You’re okay though, mm?” He asked, tone softening as he stared into your eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I thought that was obvious,” you informed him, but his tenderness didn’t go ignored. God, you were really lucky. “I feel so happy,” you grinned, moving to clasp your arms around his neck. He grinned too, teeth on show, and then you couldn’t hold off any longer, kissing him eagerly.  

“Fuck,” he breathed, after you’d just licked a strip up his jaw line. His hands clung to hips. “I want you in so many ways.” 

You gave him a dangerous smirk. “We have all week, I’m sure you’ll be successful.” 

Groaning, he seemed beside himself, skin hot and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, falling into his eyes, cheeks patched red. Finally, he settled on a decision. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“Okay,” you replied instantly, your excitement already tenfold, and suddenly you were in his arms, rising off the bed to be carried (naked) bridle style to the bathroom. “Seokjin!” You squealed, clinging onto him tightly, but all he did was laugh. You could get used to this. 

His walk-in shower was grand, practically a separate wet room – two glass doors leading inside and a marbled tiled bench to the left with two panelled windows behind it. There were two showerheads – one large one attached to the ceiling and the other jutting out from the wall. Seokjin chose the centre one, knocking it on and enclosing you both in hot water. Warmth radiated from beneath your feet too – heated flooring, of course. 

You spent the next ten minutes wrapped together kissing, hands exploring one another’s soapy bodies. It wasn’t long before there was a very obvious erection bobbing against your stomach. “Someone says hello again,” Seokjin hummed against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before he broke away and chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been the cause of many an awkward boner.” 

You laughed, hooking one arm around his neck. “I noticed.” Your other hand wrapped around his dick, the wetness of his skin making it easy to glide your fist along the veiny shaft. You gazed up at him, admiring the way he’d pushed his wet hair above his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome – so handsome, you were finding it hard to control yourself. “Was this one of your ways?” You murmured. 

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, huffing out a little when your thumb grazed the sensitive slit across the head of his member. 

“I have a better idea…” You whispered, pushing a little at his chest. “Sit.” 

He obeyed, sitting on the bench while watching you wordlessly (but curiously), his eyes flashing when you moved to kneel in front of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dick twitching in anticipation. You took him in your fist again, feeling oddly confident as you flicked out your tongue. It had been a long time since you’d sucked dick but you were more than ready. 

You washed your tongue across the head, hearing him grunt above you, and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, sucking firmly around the tip. His hands instantly reached for your head, fingers carding through your hair. He groaned lowly, thighs tense, but when you started to jerk your fist along his shaft, he relaxed into the pleasure, murmuring your name. 

“Okay, this idea seems better than mine,” he admitted, voice tight. 

You hummed in agreement, vibrations travelling up his length which made him groan, fingers in your hair tightening. Taking him deeper, you washed and swirled your tongue as best you could around the thick flesh. Seokjin’s length was impressive, but you had all week to grow accustomed to it, for now, you had your hand, continuing to stimulate him with both that and your mouth. The water from the shower hit your back and calves, the heat beneath you making sure you didn’t grow cold. 

“Should we go back to the bedroom?” Seokjin asked, sounding concerned, despite how good you were making him feel. A hand ran down your back soothingly. “Your knees will start aching.” 

Pulling off him, a string of saliva that attached you breaking apart, you shook your head and ran your palm all the way up his length, twisting against the tip. He bucked into your hold. “It’ll be worth it.” 

Seokjin let out a low growl, eyes dark. “Don’t say things like that.” 

You smirked, spreading your saliva up and down him slowly before speeding up, concentrating on the head. Seokjin’s mouth was open, his breathing shallow, chest littered with red blotches, making it painfully obvious how aroused he was. You wanted to run your hands all over the muscular torso, mouth too – but that could wait. First of all, you wanted to make him cum. 

“You have a pretty big dick. Has anyone ever told you that?” You purred, eyes flicking down to his crotch. 

Seokjin grinned confidently, the hand in his hair reaching to cup your cheek. “You seemed to handle it very well last night.” 

Oh. Heat exploded through your body, settling between your legs, and you took him back in your mouth, a hiss leaving his throat. He tapped your chin, gaining your attention. “Y/N, look at me,” he commanded softly. 

And you did. You watched every bit of pleasure that flitted across his face as you continued to suck his dick, never breaking eye contact, even when he did; eyelids closed, face scrunched up as he came down your throat a few minutes later…

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[haemilkis]

grocery shopping date

Pairing: husband!haechanxreader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1172 words (im sorry—it was supposed to be a drabble adjskl)

Warnings: none

Summary: You and your husband Haechan decided to go grocery shopping together and stumbled upon someone that made you want to ask whether you were ready to build a family.

It was a Sunday morning and both you and your husband Haechan were beat from last night’s impromptu karaoke session that went on till 4am since your husband just can’t stop serenading you his favourite Micheal Jacksons’ songs. It was definitely sweet of him to share his Spotify playlist(S) with you back when you were still his girlfriend. But not when you’re now his wife and would have to listen to his anthem Smooth Criminal at least thrice a day — but you also fell in love with him because of that. He really proposed to you to be his girlfriend through his Spotify playlist! 

As of right now, you’re just too madly in love with this man to deny anything from him. “hey, morning”, he muffles his words under the blanket and slowly stretches his arms around your waist. “so, what are you doing today?”, you said as you positioned your face in front of him and tugged the blanket he used to hide his face in. Haechan was smiling through the blanket as he playfully peeps at you through the blanket and stared at you face for a bit before answering you, “maybe we should go grocery shopping together today, what do you think, hm?”, you smiled playfully and nodded through the blanket that was once on Haechan’s head. You both knew that it was still a tad bit early to go now so you just cuddled together for another 10 mins or so you thought—it was actually an hour later when you both got up and got ready to go to the nearby supermarket to buy your groceries. 

As soon as you and your husband arrived at the supermarket it was packed with people and you were already thinking whether you should just go home—but you husband was adamant to still pick up the necessary items like milk, bread and chocoballs (Maltesers to be exact, his absolute favourite). So you just went in the automated glass door entrance of the Groceria whilst Haechan grabbed the trolley. Once you found the perishable food aisle you asked your husband if he wanted some more tofu and kimchi since he loved to cook kimchijiggae at least twice a week. “of course! yes yes” he cheered to you and with a smile he winked and you were a bit flustered because you can never get used to your husband’s love language (flirting with you 24/7 at the most random times). “alrighty haechan i get you now turn down a notch... there are people staring at us” haechan smirked and strolled the trolley to the bread section that was a few steps away.

Unbeknown to you, suddenly you felt someone tugging your maxi dress from behind. You were about to scream your husband’s name aloud because you were already internally screaming for a split second. You quickly turned around to see a very small figure with a height just above your knees tugging your dress tightly. The tiny baby girl had long hair in a ponytail and eyes were wet with tears. “Are you okay sweetheart? Where are your parents? Are you alright? don’t cry, okay let’s find mummy and daddy”, you bombarded her with questions since you were feeling flustered as the small figure’s crying didn’t stop.

Haechan saw you and was about to approach you but stopped his tracks as he saw your maternal side when you started to hug the child’s small figure to calm her. He felt weird. Not the bad kind of weird — rather, something in him was infatuated by the sight of you and him having a child together. To have his very own small family. He was lost in his own thoughts but quickly brought back to reality as the mother of the child in your hands scurried through the crowd to reach her crying baby girl. “I'm so sorry! Eun Hae tends to run off on her own sometimes whenever she gets a little too giddy but would also then cry when she loses her way to me” the mother rambles and sighs at the end as she tells you about her daughter. By this time your husband was beside you and also trying to entertain the small girl to ease her cries whilst the mother was explaining to you. Shortly after, the mother then thanked you again and left the both of you again now walking towards the freshly baked bread section of the Groceria.

You noticed that haechan was stealing looks at you. “um, is there something on my face?”, you quickly brushed your face with your fingers. He smiled  “no, you don’t” and briefly chuckled. Both of you went back to shopping for the groceries together speedily since the supermarket was now very packed. The queues were long and you both kept things minimal and bought only the absolute necessities ( yes, Maltesers included) and went to the self checkout counter to make your payment.

As soon as you were in the car and loaded the shopping bags in, haechan was still stealing looks at you. “Ok haechan tell me...what is on your mind?” You just knew that at this point he wasn’t trying to get your attention to flirt with you or any of his mischievous acts since he had “I have something to tell you” written all over his face. Haechan quickly adjusted his body to face you from the driver’s seat. “Okay so actually just now when you were calming the little girl from crying... i was— well I’ve been thinking about it for awhile now... do you think we should... you know... have our own little family?”, he said as he looked into your eyes earnestly. “I saw how you looked at the little girl and how you calmed her down...I just know that you will be able to be the best mother for our children” he continued. You, on the other hand, were feeling relieved and over the moon when your husband finally asked you this. You’ve always felt unsure on how to bring up this topic with him to discuss because it was always either you were both too busy with work or just unsure how to word it to you husband—mostly due to the latter.

You positioned yourself upright as you face your husband in the car with just the white noise of the wind blasting through the car’s air-conditioning chambers. “I- thank you haechan. Thank you and yes! yes I would love too”, you mumbled to him as you looked back at him at the verge of tears streaming down your peach tint cheeks.

You both hugged each other and savoured the moment into the embrace. “okay but let's go home first okay? or else your maltesers’ going to melt”, you said with a chuckle.

© HAEMILKIS, 2021

[ayamturd]

enough│dream team

summary: y/n is overwhelmed and hits a breaking point. luckily, her boys are always there for her.

warnings: angst to fluff, light cursing

pairing: real-life platonic!dream team

a/n: was trying to write comfort drabble but got carried away, oops— pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

Falling face-first onto the safe haven of your couch, you felt as if you could cry from exhaustion. 

Today was long, longer than usual. From pulling an all nighter to barely finish the analysis essay you put off to the very last minute, struggling to understand the notes in most (if not all) of your online classes, to the torturous hours at work dealing with difficult coworkers and harsh customers, to say you were emotionally, physically, and mentally drained was an understatement. 

Despite the numerous assignments you knew were waiting to be completed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The stress of simply worrying about them was already enough to drown your thoughts as you smothered your face into the pillow cushions. Before the raging thoughts could continue to ring though, the discord notification quietly broke the empty space, the phone being previously thrown somewhere on the floor. 

The bright screen blinded you as you brought the phone towards your face and answered the call with blurred eyes. “Hello?”

“Aye, nice to know you’re not dead!” What?

“Sap, what the hell do you want?” The lack of sleep was present in your quip tone. You probably would have apologized upon realizing if you could think straight. 

“Geeez, no need to get all upset. Was just wondering if you were still planning on joining the stream.” 

“Stream? What stream?” As if answering your own question, you pulled the phone away to check the date and sat up in slight panic. Fuck. “Shit! I didn’t realize that was today, I thought it was still Thursday!” 

Sapnap laughed, but it didn’t help calm your nerves at all. “Honestly, you’re fine. We were just wondering what happened since you weren’t answering any of our messages.” You scrolled through the boys’ messages from the past hour asking where you were. 

“Ahh, but still, I’m so sorry. I just got home but let me set up and I’ll be there in the next five minutes or so.” 

“You sure? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, s’just a chill stream while we speed run and shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I promised and haven’t hung out with you guys in a while anyway.” Rising slowly from the couch, you stretched with a groan and headed to your bedroom to quickly change into something comfortable. 

“Alright, nice. I’ll tell the guys, see you then.” You hummed a bye and closed your phone. Slipping out of your dirty uniform and putting on something loose, you collapsed into your office chair and turned on your monitors. You weren’t in the greatest mood if you were being honest with yourself, but you would feel bad if you fell through with plans and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You tried to force down any negative thoughts before entering the call.

“—eorge! What?!” Clay’s signature yell practically made your ears bleed when adjusting the headphones on your head. You were quick to turn down the volume. 

“What are you idiots up to now?” you asked, letting the boys know of your presence.

“Y/n! glad you finally decided to join us!” George remarked. You could hear the stupid grin on his face while loading up the game, and scowled at your screen as if he could see it. “Shut it, Gogy. I was busy and it slipped my mind.”

“Mhmmm, suuure. You totally weren’t ignoring us for the past hour or so.” The cheeky little bitch.

“Hey, just cause the girls you hit up don’t respond doesn’t mean every girl in the world is ignoring you!” 

You could hear Clay wheeze as George and you began your usual bickering. Wanting to entertain their streams, you tried to interact and talk with each of the boys as much as possible, but you felt the high of speaking with friends significantly drop as the night continued on. 

The events of the day and the sensitive thought of meeting expectations and your inability to do so were starting to creep onto you. Even your game play was off as you died the fifth time in a row within the first 3 minutes again; the growing frustration made you tear up and get more angry at yourself. Who sucks at a block game and starts crying about it?

You didn’t realize you had gone silent until Clay called your name. “Yeah, Dream?”

“I ended the stream a few minutes after George and Sap, no need.” Oh. You must’ve spaced out and not noticed. When did George and Sapnap end stream? 

Letting out a sigh, you responded, “my bad Clay, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

George began speaking. “You okay tonight, y/n? It’s been awhile since we last actually talked and you got pretty quiet at the end there. I thought you were afk at first but could hear your keyboard.”

“I’m good, just tired.” You struggled to make a smile, barely convincing yourself as is.

“I don’t know, even when you’re tired, you’re not dead silent and completely zone out.”

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? I know you said you were at work but it’s not like you to forget things completely.”

“Plus you weren’t really fighting back that last argument. I know I’m amazing at Minecraft but I didn’t expect you to—“ You let out a stuttered breath and choked back a sob at their words, the heavy weight of the day finally crashing on you. 

You could hear George try to apologize for something he could have done to upset you and swallowed your silent hiccups to respond. “Don’t, George. Please. Trust me when I say you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The call went silent before Clay spoke up. “Then what is wrong, y/n? You can’t tell us something isn’t bothering you, we just want to help.” Now that opened the floodgates. Your breathing became irregular as more tears came into view. If the boys were talking, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying. You felt awful for forcing them to listen to you cry your emotions out, but Sapnap was quick to softly console you when you pathetically began to repeat broken sorry’s.

Eventually your sobs became sniffs as you calmed yourself while listening to George tell you to breathe in and out. The call became relatively silent once more.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Y/n,” Clay firmly stated, “never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You’re okay, okay?” You sniffed and nodded to his words, replying with a soft okay.  

“What’s wrong, y/n?” George was more gentle then before, him trying his best to comfort you in comparison to his joking manner. 

“I— I’m just so tired. Tired of school, t—tired of work, tired of trying to keep up with everything. I feel like I can’t breathe and it hurts. A—and I can’t help but hate myself for not being able to keep up with my own responsibilities and shit. I just, why am I not good enough?” The pause of silence was deafening and you looked desperately at the boys’ icons for an answer before screwing your eyes shut. 

Clay was first to respond. “Y/n, I know that right now everything feels hard and stacked up against you, but please trust me when I say it gets better. I know you said it’s been hard to breathe but you have to let yourself. You shouldn’t hate yourself for not being able to keep up, it’s just a sign you need to step away and give yourself a break. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here, George is here, S—“

“I’m here,” Sapnap interrupted. Clay let out a murmured groan while George scolded him for talking. “Oh, uh, sorry…” You giggled slightly.

“What I’m sure Clay was trying to say before is, you have us to back you up, alright? Struggling to take on your own responsibilities isn’t something to feel alone in, everyone needs support and we’ll always be yours. You are good enough. You’re too good for your own good that you won’t let yourself see it.” They collectively chuckled at George’s words. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You slowly nodded while still grasping everything they said, a warmth replacing the shuddered breaths as you exhaled. “I do, yeah.” You couldn’t help but feel touched by their attentiveness and genuinely smiled. “Thank you guys, for listening and calming me down. It means a lot.”

“Course, y/n.” Sapnap reassured. “We love you and all that shit.”

“I love you guys and all that shit too.”

[introloves]

Hey there Jax! Could you do a drabble imagine/scenario of Hinata coming home to his s/o after coming back from Brazil and he's just starving for them in every way. Hard dom Hinata but he's so praising cuz he missed and loves their s/o so much 🥺❤️

I love all your writings btw! Have a great day and be safe Jax (*＾3＾)/～♡

IM FERAL OVER HIM LOVE BRAZIL HINATA....

— f! reader + hard dom / soft dom! hinata + praise + a very desperate pair of adults who r very horny over each other

wc; 1.5k 😭

it was the sound of something falling that had woken you up. it was shoyo’s day of return and you had planned to take a quick nap in order to stay awake for him but apparently overslept.

you sat up, heart thumping in fear.

“Y/N?” hinata’s voice rang out loud and excited, letting you know he was home.

it was your boyfriend, shoyo was home! making a mad dash to him you responded back with the same enthusiasm.

he caught you in his arms as you ran up, squeezing his arms around you so tightly it almost hurt but you didn’t wanna pull away. he swayed with you back and forth, laughing as he just held you.

tears pooled in your eyes at the happiness.

god you had missed him so much, his warmth, smile, the vibrant colors of his hair and eyes.

“missed you. missed you so bad.” he rasped, eagerly moving his hands to roam down to your ass.

he should have been tired, should have been worn down from the trip, but seeing you and feeling you from behind a soft camisole and tiny sleeping shorts- same shorts he missed moving to the side to fuck you- regenerated him.

he felt like he could run several miles, your shaky breath spreading goosebumps and warmth down his body.

he felt you cry, knowing you missed him just as fiercely.

“it’s okay baby. i’m here.” hinata cooed, letting you cling to him.

“missed you so much.” you whispered, and he laughed.

“not as much as i did angel. c’mon, let me take care of you, yeah?” he questioned, unable and not wanting to depart from you. you nodded, needing the proximity. with warm and rough hands, the trek to your bedroom began.

he laid you down, hands at your waist to grip you tightly. he felt feverish, cheeks reddening as all the blood circulating his body pumped to his crotch.

overexcited like a teenaged boy.

“fuck. i really missed you.” hinata murmured, slotting himself between your legs.

it didn’t take long for your body to respond to the way he was looking down at you, tanned skin looking so good over all the new muscles and thickness he attained during his trip.

he looked like something born from the sun, looked like someone who built those muscles (the ones he used to currently wrap your legs around his waist) from sheer hard work and dutiful repition.

your shoyo was a man.

he was a man hungry for you, overcome with longing from not seeing you for tortuous months.

the first meeting of his hips against you made him hiss, dizzy at the way he could feel you throb.

his hand couldn’t compare to that wet heat he remembered fucking so well. your calls and pictures- videos were the only thing that had kept him sane. he had always came with the thought of you waiting for him when he got back home to you.

“did you miss me baby?” he teased, humping you, trying to find your clit as his cock split your puffy lips, dampening your shorts even more.

you whimpered, the end of it pitching up as he kept his pace fast and desperate.

‘there it is!’ he thought when your knee met his hip, jolting back.

“missed you so much.” you responded, unable to say more before he hastily tugged your shorts off, the movement bringing you down slightly.

“shoyo!” you hissed at the burn of cloth swiping down your legs.

“ah, sorry angel.” he offered a quick apology, panting like a dog once he catches just a glance at your naked pussy.

“fuck. fuck. fuck.” he chanted, hooking his thumbs at his waistband. you mirrored his need when you saw his hard cock spring out, red and already glistening as precum fell freely from the slit. he was so wet he looked like he had already cum and you salivated. you took into notice the once pale skin of his dick matched the equally sun kissed, tanned parts of him.

he could see you clench, hips bucking up into the air at the thoughts swimming in your head, it had to be something you thought up, he wasn’t touching you.

“what’re you thinking about pretty girl.” he wondered, a tight hand pumping his dick in preparation, squeezing what he could from himself to wet his dick, so he wouldn’t hurt you, it was going to be a tight fit.

“you tanned in the nude?” you panted, thinking that it shouldn’t affect you this badly.

“ah, yeah. oikawa ‘nd me hit up a nude beach.” he smiled bashfully.

“god. please fuck me already.” you groaned, eyes rolling back, trying to reach for him.

hinata would have normally complied, but he was filled with so much energy, so happy, so excited to finally be with you again he had to expend some of it in order to not absolutely ruin your poor cunt on the first night back.

the look you give him when he slaps his fat tip against your clit is priceless, the shake of your thighs with each tap has his lips curl up.

“shoyo?” you question, voice trembling.

he doesn’t look up from your pussy, choosing instead to pass a reddened cockhead down to your folds, running up and down till he makes contact with your fluttering hole, pushing in just a little- just enough to make you intake breaths of sharp air.

“g-god please shoyo!” its a desperate plea, you’re so wet its dripping down to your bed, throbbing with pure need.

he sushes you, you dont notice the hard clench of his teeth. don’t notice the heavy breathing leaving his mouth, tense shoulders constricting with a control he just barely had.

angling your hips down, moving with desperation as you press more of him into you is a display of just how hazy your minds gotten with the need to have him fill you.

its something he wasnt ready for by the sounds of him groaning, snapping his teeth down to hiss out filthy words.

there’s a sigh playing on your lips, but it turns into a noise of sharp surprise when he pushes in all the way.

“h-hah!”pained wheezes leave you, the burn he brings is felt all the way up your neck, swirling at the where he’s fit himself.

you’re kicking at him, knees picking up off the bed, but they’re pinned down before he moves to hold your thighs open, moving the fat there as much at it gives.

“wanted to prep you baby, wanted to take you slow c-cause its been such a long time.” hinata hisses, eyes zeroed in on where youre rhythmically clenching down, trying, just trying to adjust to his girth.

“but look at what you did.” he spits. he wants to kiss the tears prickling at your eyes away but it’s obvious the time apart made you forget your place.

“s-sorry i’m sorry.”

youre shaky, still reeling from being that stuffed so soon. but he was right, he was the one who took care of you, made sure to leave you properly fucked out, you just missed him.

your words have him calm down just a little, makes him bend down to kiss your cheek,

“its alright. its going to be okay.” he tells you, and you know it is, even when hes making you cry you know he knows how much you can take.

he doesnt begin until sees you smile, sees the way your eyes form little moons when he entangles both hands into yours, pushing them to rest right above your head.

hes so in love it makes him dizzy, punches air from between his lungs when you start your keening. telling him how much you missed him, how your little fingers don’t compare to the fatness of his dick, they dont bring the same burn or fullness as him.

your words have a fire build right at the pit of his stomach, has him do everything he can to make you cum.

hes missed it, missed your thighs shaking around the trunk of his own, missed the sound of your pussy squelching, missed how sweet his name sounds tumbling from your lips.

“shoyo, shoyo, i’m cumming. i’m cumming.” the words are rushed and all but piercing, he knows you are. you’d been clenching down on him real hard for quite some time now.

and like a good boyfriend he fucks you through it, moving your entangled hands to meet above your head, wrapping your wrist in one of his, letting him press a thumb to your clit.

he wants it all, hinata wants you to beg for him to stop because you can’t take how good it feels.

and you do, the stickiness of your cum agaisnt his still moving hips makes you whimper, rolling your hips side ways to try and calm him down.

“s-stop, ‘s toomuch.” you babble, thanking him for listening when he stops.

he thinks there’s nothing better than how youre still fluttering around him,

“been gone too long.” he states, frowning just a bit when you look up at him with questioning eyes.

“you used to take me longer.”

hes right, you shiver when you realize that he’d just have to fuck you stupid to be able to take the unwavering force of him as he is now, eyes widening when you recall the way he’d have you squirt and gush with every orgasm he’d pull from you when you first started dating.

but you dont shy away, knowing that with his stamina, you wont be able to move tomorrow.

a pain you missed so so so much.

“mhm,” you sigh, feeling the burn of overstimulation fade,

“looks like you got some work to do, shoyo.”

that he does, but you’re made for him, he knows it.

so shoyo picks your legs up, dead set on showing you that you are.