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hey! i really love your fics and i have a special request 4 my 19th birthday ( aug 16 ) . can you do inexperienced yuuta x inexperienced reader or frat boy/play boy yuuta x shy nerdy reader? I really luv u and it would mean alot 2 me if you did this,feel free to say no or ignore this if you want! no pressure!
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{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}
summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player whoâs never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.
warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, heâs a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.
word count: 5k
authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope iâm feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3
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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campusâ having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.
he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.
and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.
until he met you.
you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.
yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.
âhey,â he sipped at his beer. âwhatâs your name?â
you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player youâve ever heard of was talking to you.
ây-y/nâŚâ you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.
âpretty name for a pretty girl,â he hummed. âyouâve never come to my parties before, have you?â
you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.
âwelcome then!â he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. âyou here by yourself?â
âno iâm with a friend, actually.â you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.
yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. âdid you lose them?â
âiâ i guess soââ
âyou can stick with me then.â he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. âyou wanna head upstairs? maybe we canââ
âno thank you.â
he paused.
no?
âno?â
he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.
you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. âiâm sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasnât too much trouble!â
he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.
yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.
except he couldnât. he couldnât shake it off.
his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.
he didnât know why it was happening. he didnât know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.
yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.
you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.
yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.
âa girl like her isnât gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.â one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yutaâs moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.
âand why not.â he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.
âbecause sheâs nothing like us.â he emphasized. âsheâs a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.â
his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. âjust go back to the ones you usually go for. theyâre easy.â
yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldnât deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yoursâ paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.
but you never did.
in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldnât find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.
he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldnât, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on themâ stopping all together in the end.
it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.
these everyday parties were pointless.
he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.
there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.
his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.
âhey y/n,â he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. âhow are you doing?â
your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. âhi yuta! iâm doing okay. how are you?â
he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.
âiâm good! do youâ do you want a drink? or something? i couldââ
âoh itâs okay yuta! iâm fine,â you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.
yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.
the fridge.
âdo you umââ he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. âdo you want maybe apple juice? orâ or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day butââ
you giggled.
his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.
yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.
âsunny d would be great!â
he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. âoâokay! yes sunny dââ
he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny dâs in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.
âhere you go.â
your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yutaâs chest clench.
precious.
he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.
âi wanted to apologizeââ he strained out. âfor the way i spoke to you when we first met.â
you stared at him.
âit was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i justââ he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. âiâm really sorry.â
you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shockâ until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.
âyou donât have to apologize yuta honestly.â your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. âi donât think any less of you if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âyou donât?â
you shook your head cutely, beaming. âi donât.â
he felt like he could breathe again.
your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.
it would be a lie if you said you werenât hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you wereâ you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didnât show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.
he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to sayâ and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.
âand whatâs this one called?â he asked softly.
you glanced over. âthatâs the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.â
âonly for two to three days?!â he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.
and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.
he wanted to hear it from you.
âand this one?â
he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.
âthatâs the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!â
your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.
âoo! and this oneââ you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.
yutaâs eyebrows furrowed. âwhat? whyâd you stop?â he looked to where you had been staring. âwhat about this one?â
âsorry!â you sputtered. âi felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too muchâŚâ
you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.
âno you werenât. you werenât at all.â
you peered up at him shyly.
âyou can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.â he ruffled your hair. âi like listening to you.â
your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.
âso whatâs this one?â he pressed again, lightly.
the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.
âthose are pansies,â you leaned over the railing. âi like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.â
âlike a little buddy,â yuta commented.
you laughed softly, âyeah! like a little buddy.â
he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.
âthatâs you and me.â
âis it?â you grinned. âwhoâs who?â
âyouâre the white one and iâm the purple one,â yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertipsâ and you let him. âbecause youâre pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and iâm a douchebag and sometimes iâm a mean and scary old fart.â
you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. ânuh uh. i donât agree.â
âyou donât?â he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.
you shook your head again. âyouâre genuine yuta. really genuine. and youâre funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!⌠sometimes.â
yuta laughed, âsometimes?â he softly placed your hands back at your sides. âyeah, youâre not wrong.â
âbut you make me happy, always.â you finished off.
his eyes lit up like a firework. âreally? so does this mean youâll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?â
you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. ânuh uh.â
âaww mannn,â yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.
your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yutaâs eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.
thatâs where he started calling you flower.
âthatâs okay!â he leaned back up. âiâll keep trying.â
and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.
everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.
but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.
his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he wouldâve dumped you months ago already.
and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasnât managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymoreâ and even when they did run, yuta wasnât ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.
âyou have to cut it out man,â one of them said. âthis frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girlââ he stopped. âwho the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla butââ
âwho she is is none of your fucking business?â yuta snapped. âand just because iâm not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesnât mean this frat is turning into a âshit hole.ââ
some of the boys snickered.
âyou wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?â
ânoââ
âthen be my fucking guest.â
âokay fine, iâm sorry man.â he sighed. âwe havenât had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.â
yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.
he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.
so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.
âi knowâ i know parties arenât really your thingâŚâ he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. âbut iâd feel a lot better if you were there⌠and you wonât be alone! youâll be with me the whole time soââ
yuta sighed. ââŚi have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and theyâre pissed at me.â
you gasped softly, âthey are?â
âyeah but i donât give a fuck.â
you both giggled.
âbut i do want to make them somewhat happy so thatâs why i gotta throw this party⌠can you come? itâs okay if not flower donât worryââ
âof course i can go yuta!â you spoke cutely over the speaker. âas long as you give me a sunny d iâll be okay.â
he laughed.
âi feel likeâŚâ you struggled. âthem being mad and whatâs happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta⌠iâm sorry.â
your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.
âwhat?â his eyes narrowed. âno flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?â
âbecause i keep asking you to hang out with me,â you spoke softly. âand i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.â
yuta chuckled and shook his head. âi would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.â he sat up on his bed. âi love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever thatâs happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.â
you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. âokay.â
so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.
yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.
everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).
yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you werenât the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.
the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.
all was bliss, until it wasnât.
âis this her? the girl youâre always talking to?â one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.
yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, âyeah.â
he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. âthis is y/n.â
âhâhi.â
âi see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!â he slurred. âsheâs fucking hot. never seen tits look so goodââ
your breath hitched.
âthe fuck you just say?â yuta tugged you behind him. âthe hell is wrong with you man? donât talk about her like that.â
you noticed several eyes looking over.
âwhat!â he hiccuped dumbly. âthey do! why are you getting pissedââ
âi donât give a shit!â yuta snapped. âdonât talk about her like that!â
he scoffed, swaying a little. âwhat, like you actually care about her anywaysââ
âare you fucking serious?â yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.
âno yuta, heâs drunk itâs okayââ
âsheâs just another one for your body count, once you fuck her youâre gonna leaveââ
yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.
âyuta please!â you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.
yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.
he was furious.
finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.
âthatâs enough thatâs enough!â
âguys stop!â
quickly, you grabbed yutaâs hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.
âyouâre out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!â yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. âyouâre out!â
your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.
once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.
ââfuck im sorry iâm sorry im so sorryââ yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, âi just fucked everything up between us iââ
yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldnât keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didnât deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.
his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.
âiâm so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,â he emphasized. âand iâm so sorry i beat him when you told me not to iâ i just couldnât stand there when he was talking to you like that manââ
he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.
âyuta itâs okayââ
âno,â he shook his head and looked at you. âno itâs not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesnât let me.â
his eyes got so sad, saying words he didnât want to say, but knew he had to. âyou shouldnât be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldnât. fuckâ i donât want you around a guy like me. youâre too precious for that. iâm gonna end up screwing you over like i always doââ
âyuta stop.â you raised your voice a little, your tone one heâd never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.
he shut right up.
âcome sit down with me on the curb,â you pulled his arm. âplease.â
he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.
he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.
âyou donât get to decide what i deserve yuta.â
his eyes shot in your direction âbut as a friend iâm telling youââ
you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.
you kissed him.
yutaâs eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he couldâve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.
him.
you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. âa guy whoâs willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.â
you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. âso what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i donât care. iâd lose but iâd do it,â you giggled. âi didnât like the fight because i donât want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i donât have anything to worry about.â
he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. âno flower thatâs the thing youâre too sweet to me, i donât want you justifyingââ
âyuta be quiet!â you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. âyou talk too much.â
you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something heâs wished upon every star for.
âyouâre so good to me yuta, truly you are. and iâm sorry itâs taken me so long to say this because iâm always nervous butââ you smiled endearingly. âi do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.â
yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.
his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his lifeâ you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like heâs properly healthy, in more ways than one.
âweâre going out tomorrow,â he mumbled into your hair. âbright and early. iâm gonna take you to get breakfast, and then weâre gonna go to that aquarium youâve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then iâm gonna buy you a souvenir, and then iâm gonna take you to get your nails doneââ
âyu!â you pulled back and giggled happily. âyou donât have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.â
he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.
âreally?â
âreally.â
âwell too fucking bad iâm gonna do it anyways.â
he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.
you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yutaâs heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.
he finally had you.
finally.
and he was never letting you go.
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intermission || joel miller x f!reader
shout out to @dinandwhiskey for feeding into my delusions for this one and to @skrunkly-scrimblo for the beta <33
pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x f!reader summary: movie night with joel doesnât go to plan, or joel fucks your mouth while youâre sleeping. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ rating: 18+ MDNI warnings: [No Outbreak], established relationship, age gap [reader is 24, joel is late 50âs] , dd/lg dynamics, daddy kink, somnophilia [no explicit consent in this fic but sheâs cool with it, therefore dubcon], oral [m receiving], face fucking, deepthroating, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names [little bug, little angel, baby, the works lol], references to tummy bulge, references to unprotected p in v sex, mentions of creampies, cum eating, reader can be carried [tho in my mind joel is huuuuuge so size kink as well], Joelâs POV. word count: 2.3k a/n: happy fatherâs day (iykyk) :3
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He shouldnât. He knows he shouldnât.Â
I donât fall asleep during movies, daddy, you had sassed him.Â
Whatever you say, little bug.Â
That was an hour ago and now youâre resting your pretty little head against his belly, your hand tucked beneath your head. You look so peaceful. So pretty. So soft. So â pliant.Â
He really shouldnât.Â
But then your hand slips from under your head and falls to rest a hair's breadth away from his clothed cock, it jumps in his sweats. Youâve practically pavloved him to react like that with just a mere graze of your fingertips.Â
âYou got no idea what you do to me, sweet girl, drivinâ me fuckinâ crazy over here,â his voice a low rasp, reaching for your fingers and gently pulling them from his lap, squeezing your fingertips twice before resting them atop his thigh.Â
Youâre completely limp, deep in your sleep and Joel is unable to control himself.
He snatches up the remote, hastily turns down the TV, shoves his gray sweats down to the middle of his thighs and frees his semi-hard cock. He wraps a hand around the base, gives it a firm tug, and rests the tip of his length on your lips.
He stills and swallows hard. He shouldnât do this. He canât do this, it feels selfish to take what heâs been desperately wanting from you â for the better part of an hour â when youâre unable to respond. He should wake you.Â
But then, almost as if youâve made the decision for him; your lips part and a soft moan releases from you, mmm, daddy. His cock twitches against your lips, opaque droplets already gathering at the slit. Your lips stay parted and the glistening tip slips between your plush lips.Â
âFuckâ â He groans at the sensation, eyes rolling back into his head, hand flying up to the back of yours, cradling your skull in an attempt to anchor himself as he slowly rolls his hips up into you. He stiffens fully at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him. It feels fucking incredible.Â
How the hell did he get here? A rare lazy sunday night with you on his lap, taking a man almost three times your age in between your lips, letting him use you in your sleep.Â
He remembers first laying eyes on you. You showed up on his porch one night, not too long ago, with sparkling eyes and a shy smile on your face. He didnât even hear what you had said to him, too distracted by the soft skin of your exposed thighs just below the hem of your pale pink dress â barely covering the plump shape of your ass â and the flow of your hair as a wave of muggy summer heat swept past. He thinks it was something about the leftover cake from your birthday. He only guessed that from the sad, fat square slice of funfetti birthday cake held up in a flimsy paper plate before him, the letters jaggedly cut down the middle of the celebratory phrase.
Joel is a strong man; at least thatâs what he tells himself. He knew you were too young for him. The split letters that barely spelled out twenty-four on your birthday cake told him as much. Trouble, heâd muttered. He still mumbles that occasionally when you push his buttons, though hours later, he often finds himself burying his length deep inside of you, tears pricking your eyes while he stretches your needy cunt.
But then you glanced up at him with wide, curious eyes and flashed him a big, toothy smile â the prettiest little thing heâs seen in all his long, hard years â and he cracked; his cement walls came crumbling down. He brought you inside his home, into his too-small bed, and fucked you until you cried, until you asked him for a break only to climb on top of him minutes later, begging him to feed you his cock again.
His cock pulses on your tongue at the memory, your voice high-pitched as you cried, Daddy, please, I want it. And Joel couldnât resist his special girl. How could he? When you softly gasped into his mouth as he pushed the blunt head of his cock past your puffy folds â nuzzling in and making a home for himself â where he belongs. Your warm, drooling cunt sucking him in to the hilt, sheathing the entirety of his hard length inside your messy little pussy.Â
Joel is a strong man, but not when it comes to you.Â
Please, please, I need to feel it inside me. All the way up here, daddy, you whined, one hand gliding up your belly, the other fisting the fabric of your lace-trimmed dress. He just couldnât resist you. So he fucked you and fucked you deep, until he was in the soft pouch of your tummy and poking through from the other side, just as you had asked of him. He fucked you full of his spend, until your poor, tiny hole couldnât take any more of his cum.Â
Heâd damn himself to hell before heâd refuse you. He only hopes you donât deny him if you wake.Â
His deft, roughened fingers brush the hair out of your face before settling his hand back on your head. He sits up and leans over; marveling at the stretch of your lips around him, sweat beginning to pool at the nape of his neck and the corners of his temples.Â
He feels filthy. A dirty old man. Heâs never taken you like this before. But it doesnât feel wrong. Heâs only missing those pretty sounds you make â
You stir and let out a soft moan around him. Sweet Jesus, there you go. Your head dips lower down his belly, nestling more of his length into your hot mouth. Atta fuckinâ girl. Let me in, baby. Open up real big for daddy.Â
âSuch a naughty little thing, lettinâ me fuck your throat while youâre sleepinâ, just needed to be full oâme huh?â He whispers softly, and at that, you hum. Joel canât help when he bucks up into your mouth in response, saliva pouring past your lips and onto his graying pubic hair.Â
âFuck, baby, you like gettinâ daddy all messy? Like chokinâ on daddyâs big cock?â He taunts, a grin tugging on his face.Â
Once again, as if you can hear him, you hum.Â
Youâre so damn responsive. Or maybe you just like having his dick in your mouth. Â
âFuck, yeah, you do,â he pants, his voice strained with restraint. His free hand glides down to the swell of your ass â the softest skin he thinks heâs ever felt â and hikes up the frilly hem of those pink sleep shorts that he likes a little too much â the ones speckled with tiny red hearts â over one cheek, grabs a handful of your plush flesh, and squeezes. You moan, and Joel feels your tongue twitch, feather-like, beneath the heavy weight of his cock, then pressing up against the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. He bites down on his lip to muffle the loud moan that sneaks past his lips, the back of his head hitting the couch behind him.Â
âGoddamnit, takinâ me so damn well, even in your sleep, such a good fuckinâ girl,â he babbles, his eyes shut tight as he revels in the feeling of himself in your mouth, the action movie silently playing on the screen flashes against his eyelids, measured shaky breaths escaping him. The strong hand on your head easing you lower and lower to take more of him, your lips now grazing the drool drenched hair at his base. Â
Your mouth feels like velvet around him â warm and soft and so perfect that his hips cant upwards unconsciously, the pace of his thrusts increasing. Heâs losing himself in the haze of his fast-approaching release, a deep-seated tension building in his gut, teetering on the edge untilâ
You splutter around him and Joelâs head snaps up to peer down at you, your eyelids flutter open against the soft glow of the television.
âShit, baby. âM sorry,â he rasps and quickly retracts his hand from your head. Yet, you donât pull yourself off him, instead you curl your weak fingers into his thigh. You donât want him to stop.Â
âYou want me to keep going?â He asks gruffly, he knows you can take him, youâve done it countless times since you have met. Heâs trained you well. Yet, he needs to be certain heâs not reaching your limit.Â
You drag your lips off his cock, an obscene wet slurping sound fills the too still air, letting off him with a pop and maneuvering yourself to sit up on your knees. âYes, please daddy,â your voice still thick with sleep, peering up at him with an innocence to your needy gaze; a mixture of drool and precum coating your pouty lips.Â
âChrist,â he mutters, under his breath. Such a pretty fuckinâ sight. One he reckons heâll never get tired of seeing. He canât deny you. Not when you look at him like that.Â
âOkay, baby, here,â he murmurs, his hand retakes its place on the back of your head, guiding you toward his aching cock, your lips latch onto the fat head â all angry and red â and he inhales a shuddery breath as he watches your face contort at the stretch of him in your mouth.Â
Your tongue flattens underneath him and he presses himself deeper into your willing mouth, filling you up and messaging the walls of your throat with the wide head of his cock.Â
His grip in your hair tightens and a low groan rumbles in his throat, âThere you go, baby, hold still.â Â
Fucking hell. He could keep you here forever.Â
âSo goddamn pretty like this, baby,â Joel grits, âLove havinâ your mouth stuffed full oâ my cock, huh?âÂ
You make a low muffled sound around the length of his cock.
âSâright, you do,â he answers for you. Â
His free hand trails down the length of your body, instinctively gripping the meat of your ass, dull fingernails digging into your skin, just barely grazing your puckered hole. You whine around him, the vibrations from your throat has him flexing his fingers your hair in response, and with shallow, quick thrusts of his hips, he fucks himself into your mouth.Â
Fresh tears begin to sprout in your eyes as you gulp hard, your throat constricting around him. Joel feels his throbbing tip choked tight at the small opening at the back of your throat. The warm walls of your throat so tight â so good for him â the muscles in his belly tighten, and the hand on your ass is quick to join the other on your head, gripping your skull. âShitâ thatâs it, angel. Mâcominâ.â His dick pulsates on your tongue, and a loud, guttural groan spills from him as hot, thick spurts of his cum coat your throat. His hand holds you there, firmly pressing your mouth flush to his spit-smeared balls. He feels you swallow around him again, and he whines quietly. The muscles in his jaw go slack, and his head falls back onto the couch while he lazily thrusts upwards, his leaking head bruising the back of your throat as he empties the last of himself into your mouth and filling your belly, his chest heaving from exertion.
He lifts his head when he feels you pull off him; you cough softly against him, the warmth of your breath brushes against his now softening cock, and his hooded gaze meets the sight of a thin string of saliva and cum dribbling from your wet, puffy lips, tears dripping from the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks. âOh, câmere, little bug, lemme see.âÂ
Just as he taught you, you plant a small, wet kiss on each of his heavy balls. Joel sighs through his nostrils. Fuck. What did he do to deserve you? Youâre too good for him. You scoot over to sit up in his lap. Joel feels the slick between your legs through your tiny shorts when you press against his soft cock. He lets out a little groan; if he hadnât just come, heâd be getting hard at the sensation.
His hand reaches to grip your jaw, angling your face up as you present him with your open mouth, the corners of his lips twitch at the sight of the walls of your little throat; empty, swollen, and used.Â
âMy filthy girl, you did so good fâme,â he cooes, coaxing away your tears and swiping your glistening lips clean. He pushes the pad of his thumb â covered in slobber and cum â into your mouth and presses it onto your tongue. Your wet eyes lock with his as you enthusiastically suck his thumb clean.Â
Man alive. Maybe youâll damn him to hell.
You release his thumb and giggle, biting your lip and smiling up at him dreamily. âThank you, daddy, I liked it,â you rasp quietly.Â
âYeah?â He breathes, both of his hands on either side of your face, thumbs stroking your wet cheeks.Â
Your wide, glassy eyes meet his gaze, âI like when you do things that make you feel good, it makes me feel good,â your voice hoarse and small, fingers toying with the collar of his t-shirt.
âWell â you always make daddy feel good, little angel,â he praises, leaning forward to lay a long kiss to your forehead that elicits a breathy sigh from you, your eyelids fluttering closed.Â
âYou tired, baby?â He whispers, tucking your soft hair behind your ear, fingers stroking down your hair and twirling the end of the gathered strands between his fingers.  Â
You yawn quietly and give him a slow, small nod, a sleepy smile to your face as you sink down in his lap, your weeping cunt throbbing against him. Heâll play with your perfect little pussy in the morning. Maybe your other little hole too.Â
He chuckles at that. âAlright, little bug...â he starts, tucking his soft cock back into his sweats. He scoops you up into his arms; his weak, achy knees pop, and a low grunt spills from him as he stands, âBedtime.â
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pornography (eric draven x reader)
WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, groping/fondling, dry-humping lol, mentions of substance abuse
summary: when you finally talk to Eric Draven in rehab, it doesn't take long before you get drawn together by a force stronger than anything you have ever encountered. it doesnât help the situation that you eventually find out Eric has been drawing pictures of you⌠nude
word count: 2,337 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3
a/n: this is for all the girlies like me that just came home from watching The Crow and got their mind blown by how hot Bill was in it... holy fuck. had to write this blurb because I am so shaken up, I can't feel my face. enjoy!! there will be more parts hihi...
"I fucking hate pink,"Â
I couldn't believe that was the first thing I said to him-- the dark and broody stranger I had been eyeing through my first few weeks in rehab. He stared back at me, confusion swimming in his big green eyes, probably pondering why I had sat down next to him in the cafeteria. "Pardon?"
"It's a little ridiculous," I tried, watching as he put down his cutlery, pushing his food away as he gave me his full attention. Tugging at my pink sweater, which we were all wearing, I let out a nervous chuckle. "Whose idea was it to put a lot of addicts in pink, anyway?"
My eyes darted down to his hands as I waited for his answer-- they were huge up close, and completely covered in tattoos. I hadn't noticed them from afar; I had only noticed the ones peeking through the top of his shirt when he would pass me by in the hall, or the big eye he had on his chest that I had seen while passing by his room. I knew it wasn't nice to peek into his room while he was changing, but I was quite frankly starved of any male contact-- any girl would go crazy in here.Â
He eventually shrugged, giving me the answer I least expected; "I guess pink is supposed to be a calming colour. It's not that bad," I watched as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, giving away hints of amusement. "Aren't you girls supposed to like pink?"
"Maybe," I mumbled, nudging food around on my plate with my fork. "I just don't like to wear it. It doesn't suit me."
The handsome stranger didn't seem to agree, another shrug following accompanied by a shy laugh. "I can't figure out whether you're being sincere or searching for compliments,"
This was most definitely not how I wanted to come off. I straightened up, resting my elbows against the table as I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying to make conversation,"
"... Why?"
"Because you've been staring at me almost as much as I've been staring at you," I put down my fork, hoping he didn't see how nervous I was. In truth, he had been staring-- it wasn't all purely one-sided. I had caught him staring at me in the courtyard, on my way to the shower, and I had also caught him lingering outside my room several times. He would usually leave when I came out, disappearing down the hall with speed I wouldn't even dream to catch up with.Â
He finally gave in to a smirk, nodding to himself as he lowered his head. "Sorry," It was clear that he hadn't thought he'd be called out like this. However, something told me he wasn't too upset about being caught either.Â
"Don't be," I said, feeling my anxiety ripping through my veins. Why was I indulging? "I just--"
It was at this moment that a guard appeared behind him, yanking him away from the table with a harshness that made me gasp. I clasped my hand over my mouth, watching as he barely reacted to the brutality.Â
"Guys and girls eat separately!" the guard yelled at me, slamming his fist down on the table.Â
My eyes widened, looking back at the handsome stranger. "But I-- I was the one who sat down here, he didn't do anything!" I protested, watching as the guard grabbed him and led him away. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated with the rules at this place. Why was it so fucking strict?
I eventually looked up just in time to see that the man had managed to turn around, smirking my way; "I'm Eric!" he said, holding back a laugh as he was shoved along the cafeteria for everyone to see.
Despite the horror washing over me for getting him in trouble, I managed to croak out my name as well. It seemed that he appreciated that I had at least tried to stick up for him-- What was it that I had just started?
My question would be answered a lot quicker than I had expected.Â
A few days passed, and more looks and stares were exchanged. I was dying to talk to Eric again. I knew I hadn't been sent to rehab to make friends or get feelings for someone, but something was gnawing at me to talk to him again. I wanted to be around him constantly; what was happening to me? I recognized this feeling-- it was the same feeling I got when I really, really craved something... Fuck, how I missed drugs. Maybe Eric was turning into a substitute?
It wasn't often that the door to Eric's room was open, but today it was. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken the extra lap around the institute as usual, hoping to get a glimpse of him through the small window in his door. But today, I didn't have to get on my tippytoes to get a look-- there he was, picking up several drawings that had been scattered around the floor. His room looked like a mess, completely unlike how I was used to seeing it through the tiny window. This looked like the result of one of those raids that the prison guards sometimes did when they suspected there were hidden drugs in a patient's room.Â
I felt sorry for him; I knew how horrible it could feel to have someone rip through all your stuff. But as I bent down and picked up a few drawings that were at my feet, my lips parted in surprise.
It seemed I wasn't the only one caught off guard; Eric noticed me standing in his doorway, letting out a relieved sigh as he watched me inspect his drawings. He called out my name, leaning against the wall as he sized me up and scanned me, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
I cleared my throat; "Is this... me?" I held up the first drawing of the bunch. It was a sketch of me sitting in the courtyard, and I was sure that it was me-- I suppose it was my shock asking for confirmation.Â
Eric snickered, kicking off the wall. "Yeah... Sorry,"
"Stop saying sorry," I shuffled through the drawings, finding he had drawn me in multiple settings, and it was clear that I had been watched the few weeks I'd been here. "These are beautiful, Eric... I guess I'm honoured--" My words trailed off as I finally approached the last drawing. Was that...?
He didn't even try to take it away from me. Eric sighed, looking away as his cheeks flushed a light pink, similar to our uniforms.Â
Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling he wasn't so against me seeing this. It was a sketch of me, after all-- nude.Â
I had to swallow rather hard for anything to go down. I couldn't pinpoint why I wasn't absolutely horrified at this. Â "So... this is what you've been up to in here, huh?" There was no stopping the smirk that spread across my lips, holding back a flustered giggle. "This is next-level pervy, do you know that?"
It didn't take long before Eric's big hands ripped the drawings out of my hands, turning away as he shook his head. "Every artist needs a muse, no?"
"A muse? How can I be your muse if we don't know each other?"
"That's not how it works," he mumbled, throwing away the drawings into a heap on the bed. "Your beauty is all I need to get inspired."
This was enough to shock me into silence. I inhaled a sharp breath, stepping into Eric's room despite knowing it was forbidden. "So now you think I'm beautiful?"
Eric hummed, finally turning to meet my eyes. "It hasn't been the biggest secret, has it?" There was something playful about him, shameless, as though it didn't matter to him that I had just found his handmade porn. "It gets a little lonely in here, I guess. These drawings just... run out of me like water. Can't control it."
There was something so unimaginably tantalizing about Eric. Everything about him made me want to jump him then and there-- was it maybe the result of my withdrawals that were turning my brain into further mush? In a normal setting, this would have creeped me out to infinity and beyond, but knowing this was coming from the man I had been lusting after from afar for several weeks made me excuse it in a heartbeat.Â
I had no idea what possessed me to close the door to his room and lock it, knowing the repercussions could be severe if we were caught. But Eric didn't seem to mind; his green eyes widened, watching my every move like a hawk.
"It was really pretty and all... The drawing, I mean," I said, inching closer to where he had sat down on the bed. "But would you maybe want some inspiration for the next one?"
Eric's plush, pink lips parted, eyes rounding out in surprise. Despite his shock, his big hands reached out for me as I came closer, and he pulled me in between his legs. I could feel him caressing my back through my shirt, holding me with the utmost gentle touch. "I'll take all I can get," he murmured, looking up at me through his brows, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.Â
I let out a giggle as he pressed his lips against my stomach through my shirt, enjoying the intense feeling of someone against my skin again after all this time. Eric pulled away, glancing at the door before slowly trailing his fingers under my shirt, testing the waters.Â
It didn't take long before that wasn't enough for him-- my breath hitched as Eric grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him on the bed. I barely had time to think before the euphoric feeling of being kissed engulfed me. Our lips met in an open, soft kiss, almost as though we were scared to break the other if we were too needy or harsh. As I straddled him, I felt his hands tugging at my shirt, dipping back under the fabric once more. His fingers gently ghosted over my lower back, eventually ending up trailing small circles with his thumbs along the underside of my bra.Â
If I hadn't been so starved of any human contact in here, I would've never jumped the opportunity like this. But none of us knew how long we had until the guards would bust us, and it only fueled the adrenaline pumping through our veins. Our kisses became desperate, hungry, and I let out a whimper against his lips as he took the liberty of cupping my chest, feeling me up to his heart's delight. I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw him, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers-- I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what.Â
I could feel Eric's cock twitch beneath me, clearly aroused. It was also at this moment that he made me sit up, tugging my shirt off of me before laying back down to scan me. Was he memorizing my body for his next sketch? It wasn't every night that I had a handsome stranger beneath me like this, so I allowed him to trail his hands up and down my body, lips parting in delight. "Fuck... Yeah, this will do," he murmured, pupils dilating at the sight before him whether he wanted them to or not.
"You sure?" I asked, giggling to myself. My hands rested against his broad chest, letting out a sigh of delight;Â God, he was sexy. As I shifted in his lap, Eric's breath hitched as I seemingly sat down in the exact right spot. Almost as though he was possessed by instinct for a moment, he grabbed my hips, rocking me against him through the fabric of our clothes.Â
Who would've thought I'd be dry-humping this stranger and enjoy it so much? My hands gripped his shirt, a quiet moan spilling past my lips-- I had forgotten this feeling. This was mostly something I did when I was a teenager, before I figured out how to have proper sex with my high school boyfriend. But it felt so damn fucking good, desperate; it didn't take long before I leaned back down, capturing his plush lips in another kiss.Â
I craved him like water. I wanted him against me, in me, for him to take me in every possible position ever-- a deep, dark part of me knew I would be insatiable from now on.Â
But our moment of ecstasy was interrupted when a guard started banging his fist against the door, his muffled yells barely registering through my arousal. Despite my dazed state, it didn't take me long to drape my shirt back on, climbing off Eric with wobbly knees. "Shit," I mumbled, turning to him with wide eyes. "I'm screwed. We're screwed."
Everything about him was so damn beautiful. The kiss-swollen lips definitely didn't help how gorgeous I thought he looked right now. Despite the situation, knowing we were in deep shit, Eric let out a soft chuckle; "I don't think you're screwed enough, actually. We'll get to that another time,"Â
My eyes widened as I gave into a light giggle. There was no way this was happening-- had my naughty rehab dreams come true? The guard banging against the door was drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears that festered through my mind as Eric leaned down to kiss me one last time; "I hope to see you around, if they don't kill us,"
"Yeah," I breathed, only now realizing how tall he was as I looked up to meet his gaze. This man was towering over me. Holy shit. "Can't wait to see your next masterpiece."
I couldn't wait. I really couldn't.
(a/n: PART 2, PART 3 here!! enjoy<33)
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he's hooked (oneshot)
hugh jackman x actress!reader
summary: y/n is an actress in her early 20âs. after having the best night of her career, Hugh Jackman introduces himself. the two stars hook up in the venue's bathroom and for y/n it was nothing but a one night stand. However, Hugh becomes obsessed and canât let her go so easily.
warnings: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, age gap (22/55), smut, protected vaginal penetration, dirty talk, reader is kinda cocky, hugh is very persistent, reader mentions age gap a lot, oral (f receiving), one use of daddy (in a playful way), bathroom sex.
authors note: y'all I am trying my absolute best to write smut. this is my second attempt and while i'm not super proud of it, I am proud of myself for trying. practice makes perfect I guess lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy. (sorry if it sucks butt) love y'all <33
 Tonight felt like a dream. It was the 97th Academy Awards and you had won your first Oscar for best actress. When your name was called, you were completely shocked. The category was filled with nominees that you had looked up to your entire life and you genuinely thought you had no shot of winning. You were completely honored to win such an award so early into your career. After the ceremony was over, most of the attendees made their way over to the Oscars Governors Ball, which was one of the few after parties that are held annually after the event. It felt surreal to be in a place full of Hollywood's biggest names and it was even crazier that you were now one of them. You were currently sitting at the bar waiting for a drink when a deep accented voice spoke. âCongratulations on your big win tonight. You deserve it.â When you look over to see who was speaking, youâre met with a very handsome Hugh Jackman. âOh thank you. Congrats to you too, best actor.â Your tone is teasing yet sincere. âIâm Hugh.â He offers his hand to shake, which you take. âI know who you are, Mr.Jackman. Iâm y/n.â You shake his hand firmly, letting it go right after. âI know who you are, Ms. y/l/n.â He joked back and you let out a small laugh. You look forward as the bartender sits your drink in front of you and you give him a quick thank you. From the corner of your eye, you can see Hughâs eyes trail your body. âDid you just check me out?â You turn your head to face him. âItâs hard not to when you look that good.â Hugh says without missing a beat. âArenât you married? I donât think your wife would appreciate you hitting on a twenty two year old.â You give him an accusing look. He lifts his left hand, showing off his bare ring finger. âI'm divorced, babe.â You almost miss the smirk that rests on his bearded face.Â
âHm. Well in that case, there are plenty of beautiful women here your own age here that would happily go home with you tonight. Maybe you should flirt with them.â You turn back to your drink, taking a long sip through the skinny straw. âNone of them are as pretty as you. Youâre the most gorgeous woman here by far.â You let out a laugh of disbelief. âBye Hugh Jackman. It was nice meeting you.â You slowly climb down the tall ball stool and grab your drink. Before you can walk off, Hugh calls your name, causing you to turn back towards him. âIâd love to take you out to dinner sometime.â He smiles and youâd be lying if you said the sight didnât make your heartbeat stutter. âYou know that Real Steel was my favorite movie when I was like eleven. Does that make my age more apparent to you or do you not care?â He furrows his brows, pretending to think for a moment. âHm. I donât think I care very much.â You laugh, dropping your head. âYouâre unbelievable.â He smiles. âSo is that a yes?â âNo.â You smile and walk away.Â
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Your friend Kayleigh was ranting to you about a technical issue that happened during her performance earlier in the night and you were trying your best to pay attention. Sometime in between the chat you had with Hugh and now, he had removed the black suit jacket he had on. The sleeves of his white button up dress shirt were rolled up, showing off his large forearms, his biceps peaking out slightly. It was overly distracting. âGirl what the fuck are you staring at?â She moves her head around trying to match your staring gaze. âY/n please donât tell me you're staring at that old man right now.â You give her a sheepish look. âGod, straight people are so fucking weird.â She sighs. âItâs not weird. Heâs kinda hot.â You admit. âWhatever you say. Why donât you just go talk to him? Iâm almost positive heâd fuck you if you ask.â You look back over to where Hugh is talking to some older woman, just like you had suggested. âI kinda already turned him down. Well, not for sex. He asked me to dinner.â Her face scrunches up. âEw. Heâs like older than your parents.â You laugh. âIs it bad that I find that hot?â She nods. âYes y/n. Thatâs like really fucking weird dude.â You ignore her. âShould I go try to get him to fuck me?â You ask, genuinely wanting her opinion. âIf thatâs really what youâre into these days, go for it. Iâm highly disgusted by you right now though.â You stand up and grab the small clutch you had with you. âEh. Youâll get over it. Youâll be okay on your own for a little bit?â She gives you a thumbs up and you make your way over to Hugh and the woman he was speaking to.Â
âHi, sorry to interrupt.â You apologize and turn to Hugh. âCould I talk to you alone for a moment?â He looks confused and completely caught off guard. âUh, yea.â He turns to the woman. âIt was nice to catch up with you.â She says something back that you donât catch, too busy staring at the vein that is basically jumping out of Hughâs arm. âYou wanted to talk to me?â His words bring you out of your thirsting trance. âFollow me.â You grab his hand, dragging him through a door and into a hallway. âWhere are we going?â He asks, taken aback by your lack of plan. âIâm not sure.â You say as you continue to drag him. âY/n slow down, we can talk here. Thereâs no one out here.â He stops walking and it makes you tumble back, his grip on your hand stopping you from continuing forward. âWe need somewhere private.â His confused expression only deepens. âI donât know how much more private this can get darling. If itâs really that much of a secret, we can stop talking if someone comes by.â He offers and you huff. âI donât actually wanna talk Hugh.âÂ
âYouâre confusing me here darling.â You wiggle your hand out of his and raise it to your head in frustration. âI want you to fuck me.â You look at him and his eyes go wide. âIâm sorryâŚwhat?â âIf you donât want to, that's fine, we can go back.â Your confidence began to falter. âWait, thatâs not what I'm saying.âÂ
âSo you want to fuck me?â He takes a moment to think before answering.
âYes.âÂ
âThen help me find somewhere private.â The two of you make your way down the never ending hallway, checking every door you see. Hugh opens a door and closes it, making his way down the hallway. Seeing as it was the only door that opened so far, you went to check it yourself and saw that it was an empty bathroom. âWhyâd you keep going, this is perfect.â You shout at him. âIâm not fucking you in a bathroom.â He looks at you like that was obvious. âWell itâs not like we have any other options. Come on.â You go inside and wait for him. Once heâs inside you motion to the door. âLock it.â You tell him. âWeâre really doing this?â He asks, confirming. âUnless you donât want to.â He takes a pause before speaking again. âGet your pretty ass over here.â He growls.Â
You walk over to him slowly. He pulls you close to him once youâre in arms reach and you look up at him through your lashes. âToo damn sexy for your own good.â He whispers before leaning down and locking his lips with yours. The feeling of his beard against your skin was addicting. The kiss was slow at first, both of you testing the waters with each other. It was you who begged to enter his mouth, tongue sliding against his lips. You didnât want to come off so desperate but you needed more from him. His large hands slid down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze that has you gasping. His tongue dives into your mouth, exploring every crevice. Itâs messy but itâs hot. âJump.â He commands and you listen. His hands grab the back side of your thighs and he walks you over to the counter, sitting you down inbetween two of the sinks. His lips are back on yours the moment your body touches the cold surface.Â
âYou sure you want to do this baby?â He asks. âPositive.â You breathe out. Hugh bends down, sitting on both of his knees. Grabbing your ankle, he gives kisses to the skin that your heel doesnât cover. He moves upward, leaving long sensual kisses up your calf and thigh, raising the end of your dress as he goes. As simple as the gesture was, it felt erotic, never having a man take this kind of care with you before. His lips move higher, curving with your leg until heâs hovering above your pussy. âYouâre wet already baby?â His voice is cocky and if it werenât for the heat of his breath making your mind foggy, you wouldâve called him out on it. He gives the wet spot on your panties a shy kiss. The act has you letting out a quiet moan, sounding louder from the echo of the bathroom. He slips a finger behind the cotton of your underwear and tugs at it while looking up at you. âCan I take these off?â He asks, finger still tugging the fabric dangerously close to where you need him the most. âYes.â Itâs breathy but it gets the job done because Hugh moves his head up, grabbing the top of the fabric with his teeth. He starts to tug your panties down, using one of his hands to help the other side. You lift your body slightly as Hugh pulls them down farther. When theyâre all the way off, Hugh sits back with your panties hanging from the big toothy smile he's wearing. The sight was definitely going to be what you pictured the next time you touched yourself.Â
âOh fuck me..â He grabs your panties from his teeth and slides them into his back pocket. âMhm. not yet, baby. Wanna eat your pretty pussy first.â He leans back in between your legs, lips ghosting over your heat. âSo perfect.â He whispers as he kisses each pussy lip three times before finally kissing your clit. âMhmm, please Hugh.â His tongue slides from your opening to your bud teasingly slow. You can feel his beard scratching the sensitive skin but it only adds to the pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your clit a few times before sucking it into his lips, the feeling causes you to jerk your hips. His hands, that were gently holding your ankles, moved up to hold your hips down. His mouth moves down to your opening, tongue plunging in and out a few times before moving back up to your clit. You hadnât even noticed that one of his hands moved from your hip until you felt one of his fingers dip into you slowly. He curls the finger and moves it back and forth at an unexpectedly fast pace. Before you can adjust to it, heâs adding another finger and it all becomes too much. âFuck..Iâm gonna cum.â Your words are mixed with moans. He doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers speeding up and it has you cumming hard around his fingers, loud moans feel the air. He gives your pussy one last kiss before leaning back and removing his fingers. When you can fully see his face, it is a sight to see. His salt and pepper beard is covered in your slick, lips glossy.Â
âWant you to see how good you taste darling.â He says while moving his two fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, taking his fingers in your mouth slowly. Hugh hisses as you suck around his fingers, tongue swirling around each one. Once you're confident that theyâre clean, you grab his wrist and take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. âYou still gonna fuck me old man or did you already cum in your pants?â You joke with him. He stands up, both knees popping in the process. Just as you're about to laugh and make fun of him some more, he grabs you off of the counter to stand you up. He turns you around and bends you over the counter. âYou keep talking like you werenât the one staring at me for an hour before asking me to fuck you.â He goes to undo his belt buckle and you shiver at the sound. You're looking back at him through the mirror. âWhatever.â You reach over to your clutch and open it, grabbing a condom. You reach back and hold it back to Hugh. âHere, put this on.â He grabs it with a questioning look. âWhy were you carrying condoms?â You roll your eyes and rest your head in your hands, elbows propped up. âCan you mind your business and fuck me already. Iâm getting bored.â You were lying right through your teeth. You were far from bored but you wanted to keep the whole âhard to getâ game going a little longer.
You watch him open the condom and see his arms move as he rolls it down his cock. As bad as you wished you could see him fully but it was kind of exciting- not knowing what you were about to get. âHow do you want me baby?â He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You get a small glimpse of his dick as he slaps it across your ass. âGive me all you got daddy.â He smirks and shakes his head at the name. He lines up his member with your entrance and slides in slowly. Once heâs bottomed out, he doesnât wait long before heâs slamming back into you. The stretch stings slightly and you hadnât expected him to be so big. He slaps your ass hard and you yelp in response. You drop your head down at the pleasure. âNuh uh. Look at me while I fuck you baby.â You raise your head to look at Hugh through the mirror again. âThatâs it. Look at how pretty you look getting fucked by an old man.â You couldnât help but listen to him. Hugh was fucking you dumb and you couldnât think straight. His balls hitting your clit was what sent you over the edge for a second time. âPlease donât stop Hugh mhmmm fuck baby. Iâm cumming, please donât stop, baby.â Your moans match the rhythm of his hips, each thrust knocking the air out of you with its force. âJust like that sweet girl. Fuck not gonna last much longer.â Even after your high, the pleasure continues as Hugh chases his own. You push your hips back, meeting his thrust. The act makes Hugh moan. âMhm, I'm gonna cum baby.â His hands squeeze your hips, thrusts getting sloppy as he cums.Â
The two of you stay quiet as you both freshen up and try to make it less noticeable that you two left to have sex. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting lazily as you watch Hugh toss his hair around. âCan you kiss me again?â You ask Hugh. He smiles and walks over to stand in between your legs. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you. âMhm. You're a good kisser.â The compliment is sincere. You could kiss his lips for hours if heâd let you. He hums. âSo, are you gonna let me take you out now?â You look in his eyes and smile. âHugh we canât. This was fun and it was good sex but thatâs all it was.â âWhy canât we?â Heâs quick with his words. âItâs just not practical Hugh. I think you're handsome and you seem like a sweet guy but I'm too young for you. The press would tear us apart quicker than we got together.â You explain. âFuck the press. Let me take you out and get to know you at least.â You sigh. âIâm sorry Hugh. I canât.â You offer him a small smile. âIâm not gonna stop trying. Youâre too good to lose.â He kisses your cheek. âI should get back out there. I have a friend waiting for me.â He steps back, letting you hop down from the counter. âBye Hugh Jackman.â You give him a small peck on the lips before leaving the bathroom.Â
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A few weeks later, you were on set for the newest film you were working on. Youâd just arrived an hour earlier and were sent to your trailer to get ready for the first scene. When you walked through the door, you were greeted with a bouquet of wildflowers and a note that read:
I canât stop thinking about you. -H.J (xxx) xxx-xxxx
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So Long, London || My Ex is a Footballer MV1
[masterlist][my ex series masterlist][written version]
summary sometimes your childhood sweatheart doens't work out, and that leads you to your true love.
pairings ex!ben chilwell x reader, max verstappen x reader faceclaim danielle campbell
warnings cursing, j*s mentioned, some hate
notes I love this so much I hope you guys like it too. Also this is now going to get a written version because I need to write the angst of ben x reader and how we got to max x reader
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username4 yn tifosi real? âł ynusername well I can't argue with the goat Sebastian vettel so đ¤ˇââď¸ âł redbullracing yeah but we had him first
mercedesamgf1 yn we have another goat if you want to hang out with us âł username5 yn really has f1 admins fighting over her in the comment section
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DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH? â Billy Butcher
Summary: Butcher gives orders for you to stay back from the fight. You hardly comply and prove differently; he starts thinking in a very improper manner about you.
Pairing: Billy Butcher x female!supe reader.
Word count: 2k.
Warnings: smut!! hate sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies to fuck buddies, reader can control blood and explode shit (like Victoria Neuman lol), the usual mentions of violence.
Notes: this is a request made by @thatcharmingmushroom for my 400 followers drabbles celebration. I'm sorry I took soooo damn long on this, but I hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea because I had so much fun with it! I picked the Herogasm episode for this tho hehe
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On the hunt for Payback, you made your way to infiltrate Herogasm along with Butcher, Hughie and the new asshole, Soldier Boy, not caring that the British dick ordered you a thousand times to stay back.
For different reasons, you were kind of forced to stay with the team, and while you didnât really get along with any of them, Butcher was by far the one you hated the most. And, in the end, when Soldier Boy burned the whole place to the ground with a blast and Homelander arrived, you couldnât stand there doing nothing. While the three men tried to hold down Homelander, you used your blood to create strong whips around his limbs, trying to tie him to the ground as Soldier Boy prepared to blast, yet again.
But just in seconds, Homelander recharged himself and pushed them all aside, cutting your whips, and flashing you quickly with his heat vision before storming out. Your blood blades barely made it to the hole he left in the roof as the supe just disappeared, flying away like a scared bitch.
âWell,â you started after an instant of staying silent. âI guess we fucking failed.â
Butcher shot you a dark glare as he walked straight until he stopped in front of you. âYou shouldnât be here,â he whispered.
You held his eyes as he towered you with his broad figure. He looked even more intimidating now he started playing the supe, injecting himself with Compund V. âI donât care.â
There was this smug smirk on his face as you talked back. You knew he hated you; you knew you hated him. But as fucking weird your powers were, controling blood and exploding people with their own, Butcher found you interesting and stupidly astonishing. But of course, he wasnât going to admit it. They were just intrusive thoughts about you and how hot you were, defying his direct orders of strictly not coming to the supe-orgy. Yeah, Homelander was a fucking cunt, and he would take care of Soldier Boy soon too. Right now, he just needed something to take the stress out after another stupid failure. His hand would work later once back at the motel, he decided.
Butcher leaned down, until his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear. âWeâll see about that.â
âWhy do I have to keep listening to you?â you asked as Butcher followed back to the motel.
You stopped right out of your door, because of course you werenât going to share a room with him and the old asshole. Hughie, who went inside their room, was the only decent human being between all of them, but still, you had to take care of yourself from those fuckers. Besides, the British idiot wouldnât stop the verbal vomiting the whole fucking trip and you were growing sick of it.
âBecause, for starters, youâre a fucking newbie here,â Butcher replied, smirking hatefully. âAnd second, your powers are fucking out of control. You need training and keep your mouth shut.â
You rolled your eyes, showing him your wrists. âI already healed myself from the cuts I made. Perhaps I should use your blood next time?â
âNo, thereâs no next time for you.â
âYou donât decide that, Butcher,â you crossed your arms over your chest, tired of being treated like a stupid kid. âIâm helping on this, I want him dead. And if any of you idiots donât kill him, then I will.â
He curved an eyebrow, not showing any signs of being taken aback at your words, but inside, he was just in awe as before. You really hated Homelander as much as he did, however, you didnât have a fucking plan. You would attack first, ask questions later. In any way, since when could he care about that? He had no idea.
âHey,â Soldier Boy talked behind Butcher and stepped in closer between both of you. âYou fucking stay back from this, you ainât doing shit with your blood whips.â
Furious, you motioned your hand to draw fresh blood from a wound on his cheek and created a sharp blade, cutting his skin lightly. Soldier Boy clenched his jaw before smirking at you.
âTalk to me like that ever again and Iâll blow your dick, and not the way you like it,â you warned through your teeth.
Soldier Boy wiped the blood off the fresh wound, and smiled anew before patting Butcher on the shoulder. âSheâs all yours, pal.â
With that, the old supe disappeared in the next room. You just wanted this to be over, so you turned around to get inside your room, but Butcher wouldnât leave you alone just yet, putting his foot between the door and the frame, holding it with his super strength.
âWhat the fuck you want now?!â you yelled at him as he made his way inside, slamming the door closed.
âImma have to call the fucking CIA if you donât calm down your ass,â he threatened between his teeth.
âYou wouldnât-â
âI can, and I fucking will,â he insisted, taking slow strides, making you step back from him until your back met the wall.
His eyes were getting dangerously dark and you could smell the sweat and dry blood coming from him. You noticed his pulse was increasing, and you grinned. Your mind jumped to an unsafe place where you probably knew what Butcher was feeling right now. The heat and coming down the high of what could have been the end of both yours and his enemy was too much to burden. Little did he know that you were the kind of person that used to take out the stress with something, or someone. Just like him.
âFrom one to ten, how much do you hate me?â you asked all of the sudden, looking straight into his eyes.
Butcherâs fierceful gaze turned into confusion. âWhat?â
âHow fucking much do you hate me?â you repeated yourself steadier.
Butcher rolled his eyes before answering in a whisper. âIâd choose a one thousand scale for that.â
âGood, I hate you too,â you replied with a smirk before pulling him for a kiss that turned heated too fast, but you didnât care.
You needed release. Something quick, hard and hot to take it out of your system. He was perfect for the task, and by the way his tongue tasted your mouth, you found out that he wouldnât step back. At least you hoped so. The tension between both of you was so damn sharp and it was just a matter of time for that bomb to explode, and you preferred it this way instead of fighting each other to death.
Gripping the neck of his shirt to get even closer as you kissed, Butcherâs hands roamed all over your hips, running on your sides until he met the flesh of your ass on your jeans, pressing you towards his chest. You gasped against his mouth when he started to unzip your pants, you worked immediately on the buttons of his shirt. Desperately, you discharged his shirt, the fabric being followed to his pants, and he undressed you with the same eagerness until you were only panties and bra.
Butcher lifted you up from the ground, hands on your thighs as he guided you to the mattress. He crawled on top of you, spreading your legs with his big, rough hands and leaning down to lick down at your chest and rip your bra off. His action made you gasp out loud at the same time he sucked on a nipple like a starved man.
âYou're a fucking beast,â you whimpered, feeling his hands peeling off your panties and leaving you completely exposed at his mercy.
You tugged at his jeans and he pulled them down along with his boxers as quickly as he could, taking out his dick with that smug smile on his stupid face. He noticed your eyes taking the sight of his half nakedness, biting your lip slightly once you focused on his hard cock pressing on your crotch. It only made you wet.
âWell, I plan to fuck you like one,â he said, grabbing the back of your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds.
âShow me, donât talk- fuck!â
You let out a rather loud moan when he rubbed your clit with his fingers, playing with your entrance until he inserted a single, thick digit in your pussy. Butcher stretched you out with a finger, then slid a second one, scissoring them to reach your deepest spots as your walls clenched around his digits. You kept whimpering and moaning as he increased the thrusts of his hand.
âBloody fuck, these are the only sounds I like coming from your mouth, luv,â he hissed, sensing that you almost came on his fingers.
Right before you reached your high, he pulled out and you groaned in annoyance, feeling empty once again.
âShit,â you breathed out.
He positioned between your legs anew, getting comfortable as he started to push his tip against your slit. The grip of his hands on your thighs became a little harsh once he entered you slowly, the thickness of his cock splitting you open.
âWhat a tight cunt I always knew youâd be,â he grunted, filling you up completely and leaning down to mark your neck with his teeth.
His mouth and thrusts earned him your sweet moans as he fucked you senseless. The burning soon turned into pleasure. Your nails scratched his back while moaning incoherent words. His hands on your thighs would leave marks on your skin, but it felt so damn good. You needed a little bit of pain to remind you that you were alive, rotting for that sweet bliss only sex could give you.
Moans escaped from your throat and mingled with his deep groans and the sound of your skin against his own, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall with every of his hard thrusts. You pulled him down for a wet kiss when you felt closer and closer to come undone.
âFuck, Iâm so close,â you gasped.
Butcher increased the rhythm of his thrusts, his cock throbbing as your walls started to clench around him.
âYouâll be the death of me,â he mumbled against your mouth.
âDo you still hate me?â you asked, trying to catch your breath. You reached down to rub your clit. You were so close, almost there.
âIf I keep fucking you like this then I might change my mind- holy fuck!â
In that moment, you came hard with a string of curses and clenching your walls around his cock. The pound of his hips increased and he fucked you through your orgasm to reach his own. You continued rubbing your clit, fingers finding the place where you two connected, meeting his cock coated with your juices when he pulled out just slightly to slam back inside again.
Butcher emptied his cum inside you, mumbling dirty words against your ear. His rhythm slowing down eventually, fucking his seed in your pussy. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out and rolled by your side on the bed. Your body started to ache but in the best way possible. It was the best fuck you had in a long time. After a couple of minutes in complete silence you decided to talk, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
âI hope you keep hating on meâŚâ
He turned slightly to see your blank face. âWhy?â
âI love hate-fucking.â
He scoffed with a smile curving on his lips. âYou bet I enjoyed this too.â
Within a second, you climbed on top of him. Thighs straddling his lap as you rubbed your cunt on his soft cock.
âSecond round? You can eat me out and suck your cum out of me,â you gave him a wink, rolling your hips and leaning down for a quick kiss.
âDirty girl,â Butcher whispered on your lips. âPerhaps put your mouth into good use.â
âI like how that sounds,â you smiled back at him.
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Okay so update his bf apologized (the one I was talking to in the first place) but I havenât heard from the friend since he asked me if I could come to one of his shows
#and I found out that there were probably more shows that I couldâve gone to but he never mentioned them and I was too scared to ask#heâs barely even tweeted since so I donât even have a gauge of like how heâs feeling especially towards me#so thereâs absolutely no way Iâm contacting him first rn not if I canât tell if heâs just gonna snap at me or something#but the bf and I talked things out and while I still donât fully see how what I said was mean because tbh he just forgot to explain and I#wasnât gonna pester him about it I did apologize too as yknow just because you donât mean to hurt someone doesnât mean it doesnât happen#but yeah found out that he has a good psychiatrist but all I had heard of their relationship was that he was kinda upset that the#psychiatrist called him and my friends relationship unhealthy and one sided which unhealthy oohhh yeah but not at all one sided#so I just had assumed he didnât like the psychiatrist that much and I donât like mine so I called her method into question which is not a#bad thing to me but I guess since he likes her then it mightâve upset him and thatâs fine I take responsibility there#I just wish I was idk talked to instead of the sudden aggression but Iâm glad Iâm coming out of this with at least one friendship in tact#will my friend apologize? who knows! Iâm too scared to message first and he may be too stubborn to do it so lol#but I am very sad I didnât get to see his musical because yknow still rn thatâs my best friend heâll thatâs my fp and I couldnât be there to#support him because of a stupid argument that doesnât make any sense to me which only makes me assume he doesnât like me and this is an#excuse to get rid of me because teehee bpd#also had a little breakdown because I canât save money like I feel incapable of saving but I think Iâm okay now and I have work tomorrow#payday is the end of next week so I gotta be super strict with it this time#but yeah thatâs the update on the now over a week long arguement over not trusting psychiatrists
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Shut Up and Kiss Me | Jeon Jungkook One Shot
Summary: You've been Jungkook's best friend for literal decades but what happens when it turns out he wants to be more than just friends... Pariring: Backup Dancer Reader x Idol Jungkook (f2l they're honestly crackheads I love them) Word Count:13.4k (Daym đ) Warnings: Explicit language and sexual content yup that's it haha a/n: I got way too carried away with this but I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. Let me know what you guys think! Also barely edited but that's pretty much the usual here lol Requested by an anon đ
"Alright ladies that's a wrap!" the lead choreographer calls out. "Thank you all so much for your hard work these past few weeks. I know this is going to be a comeback that'll go down in history!" he continues and we give ourselves a round of applause before I head over and get my dance bag and get ready to go.
"Someone's eager to get out of here" my best friend/roommate Nari teases. "I already told you I'm headed home for the weekend" I say, sitting down and changing my dance shoes into my sneakers. "Oh right, you should go see your in laws too" she teases, bumping her shoulder against mine while she does the same.
"Hey not so loud! Not everyone knows that Jungkook and I are close like that and I'd like to keep it that way. Plus we're just friends alright" I scold, looking around to see if anyone had caught wind of what she'd said. "I never said anything about Jungkook, you did" she says leaving me biting my tongue and realizing that I risked outing myself all on my own.
"I hate you" I huff and stand up to go but she grabs onto my pant leg to stop me. "No you don't" she laughs. "Be sure to bring back some of your mom's cooking" she reminds me leaving me rolling my eyes at her. "Yeah yeah I know, I'll see you later alright" I say, grabbing my bag and putting the strap around my shoulder while she waves goodbye and starts talking to some of the other dancers.
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Walking down the hall I happen to run into Jungkook and Taehyung walking down the hall and I bow politely at both of them and they do so as well before passing each other by. "Check your phone" Jungkook whispers and I nod my head, not turning around in an effort to not cause suspicions.
"Wait is that her?" I hear Taehyung say as they walk away and all I hear moments later is Taehyung crying out in pain when I walk through the elevator doors. Turning back around, now facing them again Jungkook gives me a nervous smile and I laugh in return before leaning over towards the key panel and pressing G for garage.
Stepping out of the elevator and walking up to my car I get an all too familiar chime on my phone signaling a new message and smile once I unlock my phone.
'Working hard today? ' Jungkook sends.
'Don't I always work hard? ' I reply, putting on my seatbelt and starting up the car, making my way to the exit, my drive only being about ten minutes away to my apartment.
'Yeah your cheeks just looked extra flushed and your hair was a mess.'Â he teases, making me open my mirror on the sun visor, checking my hair at the red light, seeing nothing a miss with my hair but taking note of those flushed cheeks he mentioned.
'Whatever Jeon. After having seen you walking around with Taehyung definitely brought you down a few points. That man is gorgeous!'  I throw back, knowinghow pouty he gets when I compliment his members. Or anyone else for that matter.
'Hey leave him out of this! I thought I looked pretty handsome today though...guess my efforts were in vein'Â Â he send and I can just imagine the facial expression he's making.
'You did look handsome Jeon but stop fishing for compliments, it doesn't suit you'Â I send back, complimenting him while also reprimanding him, a skill I've used time and time again when it comes to him.
Minutes later I pull into my parking spot at the apartments, quickly running upstairs to take a shower and get ready to head out, all the while Jungkook and I have been exchanging messages back and forth, well apart from me being in the shower of course.
As I put the finishing touches on my makeup and check out my outfit one last time I see an incoming FaceTime call from none other than the man himself.
"Hey!" I say, propping the phone up and walking around my room to gather up any last minute things.
"Hey! You look nice, well compared to earlier today" he says, his nose scrunching up, amused by his own words leaving me scoffing at him. "Where are you headed?" he ask seeing as I won't dignify his earlier words with a response.
"I'm about to head out to Busan to see my parents. I haven't been there for a while and my mom has been begging me to come visit for a while now. You know she's still mad at you for stealing me away from them on my birthday right?" I laugh, remembering the look on my mom's face as he was tugging me out the door.
"Yeah but we had fun right? Remind me to apologize next time I see her" he says, rubbing the back of his neck and I laugh at the bashful mannerism.
We continue on our conversation for a while and only when I hear another voice coming in on Jungkook's side do I remember that I've gotta get going.
"Hey! Why are you hiding in here? Our break was over ages ago and we need you to come record some more backing vocals" the voice I can now identify as Jimin scolds getting clearer as he no doubt comes closer.
"I'll be out there in a minute just lemme finish up this call" he says and tries to angle the phone away from Jimin to hide who he's talking to.
"Who's that?" he asks and I can see a slight flush of color bloom on Jungkook's cheeks leaving Jimin laughing when he realizes who it is. "Hi y/n!" he calls out and I laugh after seeing Jungkook roll his eyes at him.
Jimin and I met a while ago when he found out Jungkook was going to Busan and wanted to tag along, not having realized that I was doing the same thing.
"Hi Jimin!" I say happily and Jungkook sends me a quick glare through the phone. "Let's all go out soon! It feels like we haven't seen each other in ages!" he calls out and at that Jungkook starts to shoo him out.
"Alright hyung give me two minutes and I'll be right out" he says, giving him a look telling him to get out or suffer the consequences.
"Bye y/n!" he giggles and I return it saying a quick goodbye and acknowledging his invitation as well. "Bye Jimin! Time and place and I'll be there!" I finish off and he says goodbye one last time before I hear what I can assume is a door closing behind him.
"I should probably get going" I say, picking my up bag and grabbing the phone as well, glancing around one last time before putting my shoes on and walking out to the car. "Are you driving?" he questions and I confirm it as I unlock the doors and get inside, setting my phone in the dashboard mount.
"Drive safe alright! I heard it might get a little stormy out there so be careful" he warns and I nod my head while putting my seatbelt on, smiling at his slightly worried expression. "And how might you know that already?" I tease, surprised at how he could've checked since this is the first time we've spoken about this trip.
"My mom called me to complain about the weather the other day" he groans, rubbing his temple almost as if he was having flashbacks of what looks to have been a not so pleasant conversation.
"Maybe I should stop by? It's been a while since I've seen them" I suggest, remembering how Nari teased me about it earlier. "Sure! I'll let her know that you'll be there for a few days" he says and I nod while turning on the car and pulling out onto the road.
"You should probably get going too though right?" I question, laughing at the fact that he looks as though he's making himself more comfortable on the couch he's sitting on instead of making moves to head out. "Nah I should be good for another ten, they've probably moved onto the next member by now" he yawns and I laugh at his carefree nature.
"Don't you guys have a comeback coming up?" I question, trying to remind him of the responsibility he has to his team. "It's just a single so ten more minutes won't hurt" he winks making me clear my throat and focus more on the road.
We continue our conversation for that ten minutes he was sure he would be afforded before the next member comes in and scolds him, this time being Taehyung. "Who are you talking to?" is all he says before Jungkook says a quick goodbye and hangs up the call. "That man really wants to keep me away from Taehyung" I say out loud, shaking my head at his panicked expression.
Although Jungkook and I work in the same industry he still likes to hide our friendship from the rest of the company and the public in general. He's an idol and I know he wants to protect me but it's still makes me a little sad that I'm not able to meet the rest of his members, or at least not officially.
I've seen them all in passing throughout the building as I'm hired to be a backup dancer in most comebacks but I have yet to be included in one for BTS. I know it's probably for that same reason of him wanting to keep me safe but I wish he wouldn't.Â
I want the both of us to work freely and when possible to work together but I'll respect his wishes no matter what. At the end of the day he's the one that'll pay the price if rumors about us were to spread.
He's my best friend and I don't want anything to happen to him so if having our friendship be a secret is the way to protect him then I'll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.
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As I pull up to my parent's house I see my mom eagerly waiting for me with the front door open and waving for me to come inside.
"Hurry up it's freezing out there, you'll catch a cold from that rain" she call out when I open my car door. "Nice to see you too mom" I chuckle and once I get inside she's already helping me get my rain jacket off. "Let's get out out of these wet clothes right away, I don't want you to spend what little time you have here coughing up a storm" she nags.
Always the charmer that one.
I know she means well but I just wish she would stop worrying so much. I'm a grown woman I can take care of myself. Before I'm even able to say hello to my father she's already rushing me to go into my room and get changed. "Hurry up and get dressed! Dinner's gonna be ready soon" she says while turning around and heading back into the kitchen to finish everything up.
Walking into my childhood bedroom always hits me with a wave of nostalgia especially when I see all of the pictures I have in here. Pictures as me growing up throughout the ages and noticing how Jungkook is in almost every one of them, always making me smile.
We've known each other ever since he moved into the neighborhood. We were about five years old back then and here we are, twenty five years old and our friendship is stronger than ever.Â
We met one day on the playground at recess when he was drawing pictures with the sidewalk chalk and I had been playing hopscotch with some of the girls in my class not too far away.
I walked up to him because I noticed he had been all by himself and I wanted to see if he wanted to play with us. He said no because he wanted to keep drawing and so I sat and watched him for a while until I asked him about what he was drawing and from that moment on we became best friends.
We would take the bus home together and take turns going to each other's houses after school and it felt as though my day never felt fully complete if I didn't see him at least once.
We were about eleven years old when he told me he wanted to be a singer and from that day I was his number one fan. Always encouraging him to sign up for talent shows at school and listening to him sing when he wanted to show me a new song he learned and that's also when I started to find my love for dance.
I couldn't really sing, well I could never sing as well as he could so I decided to start dancing. He would sing and I would come up with random routines and it would go round and round like that.
I did it mostly to make him laugh but soon he wanted to join in with me and so we became a duo. We didn't perform for anyone other than our parents when they begged us to so it was almost as if it was our little secret. Just something for the two of us.
When he heard about the show Superstar K having auditions I was the first one to tell him he should try out. He wanted us to audition together but I reminded him that he was the one who could sing. He wanted me to learn but I told him this was his moment and he needed to do it on his own.
I knew from a young age that he was going to be something special and I wasn't going to get in the way of that.
I went with him to the audition and he did amazing but he didn't make it. He didn't have the confidence in himself but I knew that if he just tried his hardest that even if he didn't make it into the show it would still put eyes on him.
When he finished his audition I saw the amount of people coming to give him offers. Seven companies wanted him to audition and I couldn't have been prouder of him!
"How do I even start to figure out which one to choose?" he complained as he shuffled through all the business cards he had been given. "Well take a look at the artists they have under their label, that might be a good place to start" I suggested and that night the two of us spent hours looking up and listening to track after track from all the different groups until our brains hurt.
"This is gonna take forever" he groaned, plopping down on his bed, exhausted after a full day of it and I can't deny that I was feeling the same way. "How about this" I say gathering all the cards up into a stack and fanning them out with the company names faced down so neither of us could see.
"Pick a card, any card" I joked and he chuckles before finally grabbing one and putting it to his chest, not daring to look just yet. I stand next to him and we both take a big breath in and out before he reveals it and the words of what would end up being his future stared us right in the face.
"Big Hit?" he questions having sounded out the english words clumsily, "What does that mean?" he asks, looking over at me like I have all the answers and luckily this time I did. "It means like really popular, like if a song comes out and everyone likes it and they always play it on the radio or something then it's a big hit" I explain and he watches me with those adorable doe eye taking in each and every word.
"So if I want to be a big hit then that means that starting with this label would be a good idea right?" he asks, tilting his head, awaiting my approval. "I mean you would think so right?" I respond and that was the last push he needed to go ahead and audition.Â
And thanks to our little nonsensical way of going about choosing he really did become a big hit. It took some time and a lot of effort but he made it!
"Y/n! Dinner!" my mother yells, breaking me out of my walk down memory lane. "I'll be out in a sec!" I yell back and pull off my damp shirt and replace it with a hoodie, which ironically ends up being one that Jungkook let me "borrow" even though he knew he was never gonna get it back.
"Come on y/n it's getting cold" she yells again and I have to shake my head, trying to physically will myself to stop thinking about him now but it's hard not to. Everything about this house reminds me of him, and I like it that way.
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After dinner and being bombarded with question after question about my life and job and everything the conversation somehow circles back to Jungkook. "How's he doing? He's become such a handsome young man hasn't he?" she says, elbowing my father who gives a slight grunt of approval having been focused on the tv watching some sort of sports game.
"He's alright. I saw him at work when I was leaving and then we talked on the phone a bit while I was packing up to come here" I say and her eyes light up at that fact. "Sounds like you two are still close huh?" she says in a knowing way which makes me groan. "Come on mom you know it's not like that. Jungkook is my friend" I say, taking a drink of water.
"Yeah but friends can become...friendlier" she teases making me choke on my water. "You okay sweetie?" my dad asks, now having turn his attention back to me during the commercial break. "Yeah mom is just teasing me about Jungkook again" I say, taking the napkin he's offered me.
"Well he is a fine young man y/n. Are you guys still close?" he asks and I face palm, both of them being a carbon copy of the other when it comes to him. "Yes dad we're still best friends. Are we done here? I would prefer to keep the interrogation to a minimum while I'm here" I say pushing my chair out and starting to clear the dishes away.
"Oh you know we're just joking. It's nice to see that you're still friends though, regardless of anything else" my mom says while bumping my shoulder just like Nari had. "Me too" I mumble and think about all the memories we've made together since I moved to Seoul.
With all that distance between us while I was living in Busan and even with him being caught up in the whirlwind that is the music industry we never lost touch.
There were times where his responses would be a bit sporadic but it would always be around comeback time when that would happen or sometimes at odd hours while he was on tour but we never went more than a few days without exchanging at least a message or two.
He made that promise to me the day he went to Seoul.
He promised me we would never lose touch and that we would always be there for each other and to this day we've never faltered. I know he's someone I can count on and he sure as hell can count on me too. It's us against the world. It always has been and it always will be.
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Finishing up the night spending some quality time with my parents was just what I needed. Even with all the prodding and teasing and interrogations it was still something that healed a part of me that I tended to overlook.
I've felt homesick since I left to Seoul and coming back here just makes it even more apparent so that's what keeps me away. I try to convince myself that the longer I stay away from home the better I'll start to feel but that never works. The only thing that does the trick is when I spend time with him.
Jungkook has become my little home away from home and whenever I'm with him that melancholy feeling tends to fade away and I can never thank him enough. I've never told him that but I hope that in some way I could be that for him too.
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When I wake up in the morning I text Jungkook and ask him if his mom said it would be alright for me to come over and he surprisingly answers right away.
'Yeah she said she'd love to have you and said that sometime this evening would work well'Â Â He relays so I make a mental note of it and spend the rest of the morning and afternoon with my parents before I head out to the Jeon's.
"Tell them we say hello and don't forget to give her the tea that I gave you, and try not to stay out too late, there's a storm coming in and you don't wanna get caught out in it" she calls out to me while I walk to my car. "I'll let you know when I'm on my way home" I say and give her one last wave before getting in the car and taking off.
When I reach their house I'm surprised to see a big black van outside the house but nonetheless walk up to the door anyways and ring the doorbell.
"You're here!" I'm met with a comfy looking Jungkook in a matching grey sweatsuit with a smile painted on his face. "What are you doing here?" I ask, giving him a huge hug right away. It feels like it's been ages since I've actually been able to be this close to him.Â
"When I heard you were coming home this weekend I realized that I should come too since I had the whole weekend off" he says, swaying as he hugs me and props his head on top of mine.
"You could've told me! I wouldn't have minded waiting to come up today" I say and he shakes his head chuckling at the suggestion. "And risk making your mom mad at me again? No thanks. Plus it wouldn't have been a surprise if I told you" he says and I lean back to look up at him.
"You know I hate surprises" I say, furrowing my brow and he pokes me in the forehead to make me stop. "Your adorable reaction says otherwise" he teases and at that his mother walks towards us. "Jungkook I told you to let her in, not make her stand in the entryway. Y/n it's so good to see you" she says giving me a big hug and dragging me further into the house.
"Would you like any coffee or tea? It's freezing out there" she says, wrapping her cardigan around herself in an effort to keep out the cold. "Tea would be great, which reminds me my mother told me to bring this to you" I say, handing her the jar of honey yuzu tea.
"Oh we had talked about this the other day! Thank you so much, why don't you go ahead and join the others and I'll bring it out to you in a minute" she says and scurries off to the kitchen.Â
"Others?" I ask, turning to face Jungkook who had been trailing behind us. "You'll see" he says with a devious smile and leads me towards the growing noises of a conversation being had in the other room.
"Aye what took you so long?" Jimin says, standing up and giving me a huge hug making Jungkook have to step to the side to avoid being knocked over. "I didn't know that you guys were gonna be here otherwise I would've come sooner" I laugh and Jungkook taps Jimin twice on the shoulder as a clear sign for him to let go.
"Try not to smother her, she wasn't expecting to see any of us" he says making Jimin pull away and give him a wary look that I can't really read but I go on to look around the rest of the room and am met with six more pairs of eyes.
"Oh, um hello" I say as I look around the room and see the rest of the members seated around the room who had been visiting with Mr. Jeon.
"It's been a while hasn't it?" Mr. Jeon says warmly and gives me a gentle embrace. "It has. I'm sorry, I don't come home often and when I do my mom holds me hostage" I admit and him as well as all the guys watching us laugh making me recoil a bit from the unexpected attention and end up bumping into Jungkook's chest.
"Well I'll let you young people have your fun" he says and places a hand on Jungkook's shoulder before making his way into the kitchen to be with his wife.
"You alright?" Jungkook asks and I look up at him and nod, my breathing having gone shallow from our close proximity with my back still against his chest along the 6 person audience we now have. "Just take a deep breath. They'll love you I promise" he whispers and he guides me in the rest of the way and begins introducing me.
"Guys this is y/n, y/n these are my members" he says and is quickly cut off with an arm being thrown around his neck. "Aye! Aren't we more than just your members? I thought I raised you better than that" Jin says while ruffling Jungkook's already fluffy hair.
"Alright, alright get off me" Jungkook groans as he shoves Jin off playfully. "Y/n these are my hyungs" he corrects and at that theres a collective nod amongst the rest. "You already know all of their names so yeah" Jungkook says, scratching the back of his neck and I smile as I see the tips of his ears are getting a bit red.
"Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung I'm one of the backup dancers that HYBE employs every once in a while so I'm pretty familiar with you all or at least I know a lot about you I mean I-" "It's very nice to meet you y/n" Namjoon says, cutting off my nervous rambling right from the start.
"You guys too! Jungkook talks about you all so much that I almost feel like I know you already" I say and they all smile at that. "We feel the same way, Jungkook never shuts up about you" Taehyung says and I can feel Jungkook stiffen behind me and I smile, happy but somehow nervous having learned that information.
"Hyung, a word?" Jungkook says, singling out the one that's closest in age to him and I can see Taehyung's whole body droop before he gets up, realizing the kind of scolding he's bound to get.
Once they leave I'm left with the other five but luckily Jimin is still here so I'm not totally alone. "So y/n Jungkook tells us you've been friends since you were kids right?" Jin asks, starting the conversation off smoothly so as to not put too much pressure on me.
"Yeah! We met when we were about five years old. It really feels like I've know him my whole life" I say, smiling shyly and Jimin takes the initiative of leading me over to sit on one of the arm chairs. "Twenty years is definitely a long time. It's crazy how you guys have been able to stay friends that long with him being an idol and all that" Hoseok says, elbows rested on his knees almost fascinated at the thought.
"Well he made a promise to me before he went to Seoul and promises are very important to us" I say and they all nod, having experienced the same with him since they had known each other for ages already as well. "So you guys are best friends right?" Namjoon asks, leaning forward as well, as if he's working his way up to asking another question.
"I mean yeah, it's kind of embarrassing but besides him and my roommate I don't really have any other friends. Well I mean I have the dancers I work with but they're more colleagues than anything" I relay and they give me a sad smile.
"Yeah that seems to be the case when you work in this industry but hey any friend of Jungkook is a friend of ours as well so you just gained six more friends to add to the list!" Hoseok chimes in.
"Thank you guys that really means a lot to me. I've just been so career minded that I haven't really taken time to make new friends" I say and I'm met with a strong hand on my shoulder making me look up and see a smiling Jungkook looking down at me. "Luckily I'm here though right?" he asks almost as if my words had made him a little insecure.
"Of course! You'll always be my best friend. Nothing and no one will ever change that" I say, placing my hand on top of his and giving it a firm squeeze.
Something Jungkook always seems to need is reassurance about us and that we'll always be together. It might just be because I'm sure he's gained and lost a lot of friends having worked in this industry and seen people's true colors as they started to grow in popularity.Â
It's probably hard for him to know who he can and cannot really trust outside of his members.
"Hey what's with that look Jungkook come on sit down there's no need to be so serious" Namjoon says and Hoseok joins in making Jungkook feel a bit more at ease. "Can we sit together?" Jungkook whispers and I nod before getting up and he sits down where I had just been and pulls me down onto his lap.
This isn't an unusual thing between us but from the looks of the six pairs of eyes staring back at us you would think we had done something scandalous.
"Is everything alright guys?" I ask, watching as they collectively start looking back and forth between us before Yoongi chimes in. "Calm down guys they said they're just friends" he says and so eventually the weirdness that had settled in goes away and we continue on throughout the night laughing and talking into the wee hours in the morning.
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"Is it really already two?" Jimin says and at that I jump. "Wait are you serious? My mom is probably freaking out thinking I got caught out in the storm. I need to get going" I say trying to stand up but I'm stopped with a strong arm around my waist, keeping me in place.
"You mom called my mom a couple of hours ago to make sure you were okay and she told her that you would probably just be staying over tonight because of the storm" he whispers and I shudder at the thought.
Jungkook and I haven't spent the night together since he left for Seoul so the thought of doing it now when I'm sitting on his lap and with his hand dangerously close to crawling under my shirt has me feeling breathless. "Oh okay, but where am I gonna sleep?" I ask and he smiles at that.
"You'll sleep with me in my room, you know, for old times sake" he offers with a shy smile and I nod, nervous but not nervous enough to turn him down. It's Jungkook after all. We're best friends right? Just friends...
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"Goodnight guys!" I say after the eight of us have talked for another hour or so, Jungkook following close behind as we make our way upstairs. "Text me if you guys need anything but try not to need me" Jungkook says and I see all of the guys give him a knowing smile besides Jin who has been scandalized by the thought of anything happening but it wasn't something that I had caught onto just yet.
"Behave" is all he says and Jungkook rolls his eyes at him before he rushes me upstairs with Jin scolding him all the way but he's quickly silenced by Yoongi, reminding him that Jungkook's parents are asleep.
"They seem really nice" I say once we've gotten into Jungkook's room. "Yeah they're alright" he says, walking over to his closet and throwing me a tee shirt and a pair of sweats, grabbing the same for himself.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom unless you want to first?" he asks and I shake my head allowing him to do as he says with him closing the door behind him, leaving me alone in his childhood bedroom just like I had been in mine.
It's been ages since I've been in here, let alone slept in here and I feel as though everything has almost been frozen in time. His mirroring mine with all the pictures his mom and dad had taken of us over the years and even a few of his old drawings he had pinned up on the wall.
I start to get undressed and put on the sweats first and when I'm slipping his shirt over my head his door opens and quickly put it on the rest of the way and hear him start apologizing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I forgot to knock" he says quickly and when I turn around he has both of his hands over his eyes.
"It's alright no big deal" I laugh and he shift from one foot to the other nervously. "Can I open my eyes now?" he asks and I laugh at his almost innocent nature. "Yes you can open your eyes" I say and pinch his side making him flinch. "Hey!" he says and I shush him immediately reminding him of all the sleeping people on the level bellow us.
"No one can hear us from up here you know that" he laughs, reminding me that his parents bedroom as well as everyone else is downstair on the opposite side of the house. The only things upstairs being his older brother's old room and his father's office.
"We should still be quiet" I scold playfully and he takes that as a challenge. "Oh yeah?" he says taking a step towards me and making me take a step back. "Yeah" I say, less confident in my wording than before leaving him lunging at me and tickling me mercilessly to the point where I can't even breathe anymore.
"J-jungkook stop!" I say between painful laugher and he only stops when I start hitting him. "Okay okay. Truce?" he asks, pulling back and holding out his hand to shake. "Truce" I echo, shaking his hand to seal the deal.
We stand there for a second with our hands still connected and swaying them back and forth, neither of us really knowing where to go from here. "We should probably get some sleep" I offer and he nods his head and leads me over to his bed letting me climb in first and him following soon after since his bed and placed against the wall.
"You need anything else? Another pillow? Maybe another blanket?" he asks after we've both settled in. "With the human heater you are? No I'll be fine" I say and he pushes my shoulder a bit me having faced away from him.
I turn around and realize that that might've been my first mistake of many to come.
"Tell me about the comeback you're working on. Have they been nice to you?" he asks, laying on his side facing me, suddenly becoming a bit serious. "Oh, um yeah everyone is really nice and the boys although energetic and goofy have been very professional about it all" I say in reference to the Enhypen comeback I'm working on.
"What's the name of their title track again?" he asks, settling in a bit and moving just a little bit closer, hardly noticeable unless you were fixated on it like I am right now. "Bite Me. You know because their whole back story for the group is Vampires" I say, laughing it off since it could be interpreted in many different ways.
He hums in acknowledgement lost in thought as he glances down at my lips for a second that I nervously bite in response. "It's a partnered dance right? I've heard about it in passing" he asks and I nod my head, "Who are you paired up with?" he asks, tonging his cheek at the thought of it.
"Sunghoon. He's been very quiet and very respectful. If anything I wish he would talk to me a little bit more so we could feel a bit more comfortable with each other but I'm sure we'll get there" I laugh, remembering how he barely spoke to me when we initially got paired up.
"Does he call you Noona?" he asks and I swallow at the thought of him being jealous because if there's one thing I know about Jungkook is that he get's extremely jealous.
"Um, yeah, they all do. You know I don't like keeping that overly formal relationship with anyone so it's been helpful breaking down those walls and a way of treating them as regular guys instead of idols. I think they get enough treatment like that you know?" I ask and he hums in response, not having much more to ask for a few beats.
"How close do you guys get? Like does he put his hands on you?" he asks, clenching his jaw a bit and that's a dead ringer for his jealously growing. "Jungkook this is a part of my job. He doesn't do more than he's supposed to and same with me" I say and I can see how his mood starts to change a bit.
"Hey, what's got you all upset about this?" I ask, not wanting to beat around the bush. I know better and it's best to just confront these things head on. "I just don't like the thought of other guys touching you. I know, I know it's stupid and it shouldn't upset me but it does" he says, flopping down on his back and throwing his arm over his face.
I sit up and turn towards him, pulling his arm off and making him look at me. "Why does it bother you?" I ask, genuinely curious as to why something like this would make him upset.
"Do I really need to spell it out to you?" he says furrowing his brow as if I've done something wrong. "Well obviously you do because I don't understand why you would care about thi-" I start but he cuts me off by pulling my arm and making me fall onto his chest.
"Jungkook I-" "No, don't say anything. Push me away if you don't want this but please don't overthink it" he says, flicking his eyes between my eyes and lips, looking more vulnerable than he ever has.
I hold my breath, taking in what is happening between us and there's nothing inside of me that doesn't want this and he knows that.
We stay there for another second or two until he puts his hand on my neck keeping me in place. "Last chance" he whispers, his breath fanning against my lips and before I can even second guess myself I'm pressing my lips against his.
He keeps one hand on my neck and the other one has found it's way to my hip, trailing up and down my side and eventually grabbing onto my thigh to guide me to straddle him, making the kiss more intense and full of longing.
"We shouldn't be doing this" I say when I break the kiss for a second but he pulls me back in kissing me again in protest. "Shut up" he whispers as a way to remind me to not overthink it.
I run one of my hands through his hair and grip onto the strands wanting to keep him here and never let him go and that sparks a new intensity to the kiss him now flipping us over so I'm now on my back.
I giggle against his lips and he smiles against mine kissing me more and more into a daze, drunk on his lips and the way he's touching me.
His hands become a bit more bold as one stays on my jaw while the other trails up my shirt, keeping a strong hand against my hip squeezing it as a way to tell me he wants more, wants everything I'll give him.
He switched from keeping his hips hovering above me to pressing against mine, chancing a soft grind against them making me whine at the contact making him do it again earning more soft sounds from me.
Soon he grinding into me, his hard on having been brushing against my clit, the friction driving me mad making me breathe out his name when his lips start to trail down my jaw and along my neck, kissing and sucking and biting his way down while his hips never falter.
"Tell me to stop" he says, pulling away and looking down on me, making me furrow my brows in confusion. "Tell me to stop and I will but if I keep going I don't think I'll be able to stop" he says, his lips wet and swollen, his hair a mess and I would be out of my mind if I pushed him away now.
"Don't stop" I say, placing my hand on his neck and guiding him back down to my lips, needing him like I need air and he growls against my lips, his excitement growing ask he slips his hands further up my shirt, now resting on my ribs, so close yet so far from touching me where I want him to.
I whine and he chuckles against my lips before asking me if he can take my shirt off which I answer by sitting up and pulling it off myself leaving him to do the same. My eyes widen seeing his sculpted muscles being a lot more defined than I thought they would be and he smirks once he sees my reaction.
"Like what you see?" he asks and I hit his chest before pulling him back down. "Just shut up and kiss me" I scold and he does just that.
His hands roam the bare skin I've revealed to him and he starts to trail his lips down my neck and onto my chest where he suck marks on it until he's stopped by my bra. He bites it and tugs on a little to gauge my reaction and I arch my back as a wordless plea to take it off which he does immediately.
He curses at the sight of them before looking back up at me. "You're so pretty" he says before pressing his lips up against mine again. his hands finding their way to my breasts first, squeezing them and toying with my nipples granting him more whines when he squeezes a bit too hard.
"You're so good to me" he says trailing his lips down my chest again sucking marks into me as if he way trying to paint me as his own, leaving me with the proof of what we had done together.
When he wraps his lips around my nipple I know that I'm a goner, my whole body on fire and all my senses trained on him.
Watching as his brows furrow in concentration, hearing as he groans against them, giving both of them the same attention making me lose my mind. Still tasting him on my tongue, smelling the minty flavor as he licked it into my mouth. Feeling his hands traveling lower, toying with the drawstring I have tied tight around my waist.
He lets go of my nipple leaving it puffy wet, hardening even more from the cold air reaching it after having been left the warmth of his mouth. "Can I take them off?" he asks and I nod my head but he shakes his. "Use your words" he says, tugging on the string but not enough to untie it.
"Yes Jungkook please" I choke out, my rational brain having been lost a long time ago. "Can I take it all off?" he says toying with the waistband of my under ware as well. "Yes" I say and he smile from not having to prompt me again.
He looks at me for another second and then he busies himself with taking off the last bits of clothing that was hiding me from him.
Once he pulls it all off he curses from being met with my glistening folds and trails his hands up my thighs and looks up at me wordlessly asking for permission. "Touch me Jungkook please, do something" I groan, getting restless with the pace he's going at.
"Patience princess" he taunts and I hold my breath after hearing that pet name roll off his tongue like that. "You gonna be quiet for me?" he asks, trailing his nose against my inner thigh. "I thought you said n-no one could hear us up here" I choke out and he chuckles dryly, surprised I've still got enough of a clear mind to talk back.
"That's true but it depends on where you are in the house. In a perfect world they would all be sound asleep but if someone was to be roaming around, well let's just say it's best if you stay as quiet as you can" he says, blowing cold air onto my center leaving me flinching at the feeling.
"Me? What about y-you?" I stutter and he tilts his head at me. "We both know who the loud one is gonna be" he says now cocking a brow at me, daring me to argue otherwise which I don't leaving him turning his attention back to what he was about to do.
He looks between my folds for a second almost studying it and I groan a bit, embarrassed at the sight but he simply kisses my inner thigh in response. "Everything about you is so pretty even your pretty little pussy. Even better than I thought it would be" he says and before I'm able to react to that he's already put his mouth on me.
Tracing his tongue up and down my folds and sucking on my clit, taking his time and being gentle with me, learning what brings me the most pleasure from the sounds I'm making and the way my thighs start shaking.
"You're so perfect. So pretty and vocal for me" he growls and I moan a his words of praise. He continues his ministrations until my back is arching off the bed and I'm so close to cumming stopping only to praise me again tipping me over.
"There you go, so so good for me" he says, pumping his fingers inside me to fuck me through my high, only stopping when it gets to be too much. "You did so well. So quiet for me, making sure only I could hear you. Making all kinds of soft sounds for me" he praises before kissing me, making me taste myself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth and never wanting to come back to reality.
"You think you can give me another one?" he asks, squeezing my hip and dragging his eyes down my body again. "Yeah" I whisper, watching as his hunger grows. "You gonna let me fuck this pretty little pussy? Been dying to for so long" he says making my eyes widen, realizing that what I heard before wasn't something I made up.
"You've been what?" I ask, getting breathless at the thought of him wanting me like this. "Haven't you figured it out yet? It's been so hard for me to stay away from you. I just didn't realize I had been doing that good of a job" he says and I get even more confused.
"Jungkook what are you trying to say?" I ask, wanting to get a straight answer out of him. "You're really gonna make me say it...Alright" he mutters to himself and I can see how embarrassed he's gotten all of a sudden.
"I know this has kind of been done backwards but I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I know love is a strong word and I know now isn't the best time to say something like this but I-" he rambles but I pull him down into a kiss that shows him that I've felt the same way. I've just been too scared to admit it.
"Just fuck me and we'll talk about this later" I say against his lips, breathless from how long that kiss had gone on. "Someone's eager" he teases and I glare at him telling him to get on with it or stop. "Okay okay" he laughs and strips down and lays between my legs.
My eyes widen at the sheer size of him, he's not too big but definitely bigger than I would've thought based on how tight his jeans have been throughout the years. "It's okay I'll make sure it won't hurt" he says nudging his nose against mine.
"Do you trust me?" he asks and I answer 'yes' without any hesitation. "Tap me twice if it gets to be too much" he says and I nod before he's planting his lips against mine while he rubs the tip up and down my folds making me mewl and pull him closer.
He pushes the tip in and it's already got me close to cumming. After everything that's happened today I never thought we would've ended up here. He presses in further and I let out a high pitched whimper and he stops, breaking the kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asks, looking down on me, mesmerized by the sight of my flushed cheeks and dilated pupils with the fucked out expression I'm already giving him. "Yes keep going" I pant out and pull him back down into a kiss, trying to muffle my gasps and moans against his lips.
Once he's bottomed out he stops, enjoying to warmth of my walls and grunting when he feels how hard I'm clenching around him. "Fuck, are you alright?" he asks, turning his full attention to me, pushing away his urges and making sure that I'm feeling good too.
"So big, I'm sorry just gimme a sec" I pant and he chuckles, placing a soft pecks on my lips. "We'll take it slow" he says and after a couple more seconds I tell him to move. He slowly pulls out of me the slightest bit and pushes back in, inching further and further out making his thrusts go deeper every time.
"Fuck you're so tight" he grunts, biting my shoulder as a way to drown out some of his sounds of pleasure. He's finally able to pull almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in and he looks down at where we're connected and curses under his breath before he thrusts back inside of me, bottoming out and knocking the air out of my lungs.
He settles into a faster pace than before, growling in my ear how good I'm making him feel. "Fuck I've been dying to do this for so long. You drive me fucking insane, making me feel so fucking good. You're so perfect for me" he says, praising me and driving me utterly speechless, not being able to think straight and the only word that falls from my lips over and over are his name muttered amongst other incoherent noises that only encourage him to keep going.
My walls flutter around him and start getting tighter, a clear sign to him that I'm close and he coaches me through it. "I know, I know" he mutters, his forehead resting up against mine as our breath intermingles, getting closer and closer to that high.
"I can't I can't" I cry out, squeezing around him and making him curse, a few tears streaming down my face "It's okay, you can cum" he says and at that I tip over the edge losing myself and forgetting to be quiet, making him throw a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
"S-so close princess" he stutters out and I nod, letting him fuck me through my high and he's cumming soon after, smashing his lips on mine, not trusting himself to muffle his own cries.
He continues doing shallow thrusts into me until he's spent, both of us panting and overstimulated and he pulls out of me making both of us hiss at the feeling before he plops down on his back beside me.
We lay there for a second, catching our breaths and when I glance over at him I realize that he's already been looking at me and without saying a word we both bust out laughing.
"Did that really just happen?" I question, flipping over on my side to face him. "Yeah, um I guess it did" he chuckles nervously, running his fingers through his hair. "What's wrong?" I ask, scared that he might've regretted it. "No nothing's wrong! You're perfect, this was perfect I just feel bad about doing this all wrong" he says, overthinking things just like he told me not to.
"Hey, this is us we're talking about. Nothing ever ends up going the way it's supposed to. I don't regret doing it this way. Do you?" I ask, hoping his answer will be no. "I don't regret it I just wish I could've confessed to you properly. You know, asking you out on a date and all of that stuff" he says, more shy than anything.
"Jungkook we've known each other for twenty years. I think we're past doing things properly. Plus for what it's worth" I pause and whisper in his ear, "I'm in love with you too" I say and the next second I'm back on my back with him on top of me again.
"You're just dying to get fucked again aren't you?" he growls, against my lips making me laugh at his change in demeanor. One second he's a shy insecure Koo and the next he's Jeon Jungkook ready to fuck my brains out. I wouldn't want it any other way though.
"Maybe" I tease and and he trails a hand up and down my inner thigh. "What do you mean maybe? Hmm?" he says trailing kisses down my neck this time leaving big smooches making so much noise with each kiss leaving me writhing around, laughing and trying to push him off from how ticklish it is.
After we've both calmed down he gazes down at me, taking in all my features before gliding his eye down my torso to where we're pressed against each other.
"You ready?" he asks, trailing his finger up and down my slit making me shiver at the process. "Still so wet for me" he groans, kissing me and playing with my clit making me squirm. "Please" I breathe out and he lines back up before looking up at me. I nod my head and he looks back down, pushing just the tip in and noticing how I tense up.
"Still sensitive?" he asks, running a hand up and down my side, giving me kisses trying to make me feel more comfortable. "A little. Just go slow" I say and he nods, pushing into me inch by inch taking care to read my reactions and slow down when my breathing picks up until he's bottomed out.
He kisses me on the forehead and rasps a chant of praises in my ear. "So good for me. You're doing so well. You feel so good. You were made for me" amongst other things that give me a fluttery feeling in my stomach and making me let out breathy moans in response.
"Can I move?" he asks and I take a deep breath before nodding and he takes my words from before so seriously. Rocking his hips back and forth so carefully and making my mind melt, feeling every inch and whining when he hits that spot.
"Right there?" he asks, hitting it again and he takes my gasp for breath as a response, getting high from how good I feel wrapped around him and all the reactions I couldn't hold back even if I tried. This pace feeling more intense, more intimate.
As we reach our highs, one soon after the other I find myself slowly losing consciousness and he kisses me until I fade away, loving how slow and lazy they get as the minutes pass by.
He pulls out of me once I've slowly drifted off leaving me mewling in my sleep making him lose his mind and wanting to go again but he holds himself back and chooses to laugh at how adorable he find me. Lazy and fucked out with a small pout on my lips making him somehow fall even more in love with me.
He knows I should pee but he'll let me rest for a bit, going to the bathroom to clean himself up before coming back to watch me sleep before ultimately cleaning me up, knowing that I'll hate the feeling of waking up messy more than waking up to him taking care of me.
I whine in my sleep when he dabs the warm towel around and on my center, apologizing and doing his best to hurry up but still making sure to be gentle with me. Once he's almost finished is when I finally come to and start to open my sleep ridden eyes.
"I'm sorry I had to wake you but you should really go pee before we go to bed" he says and I hum in agreement, taking a second to wake up before reaching out my hand, a nonverbal plea for him to help me up which he does so graciously.
Luckily he has an ensuite and so I don't have to worry about covering up but I still end up grabbing his shirt and slipping it on before having him help me to the bathroom, legs still feeling wobbly as a result of what he did to me.
He laughs at my efforts and decides to scoop me up instead, plopping me down on my feet and leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him to thankfully grant me some privacy, we're close but not I'll go to the bathroom in front of you close.
I sit down and take a second to clear my head, trying to process everything that just happened.
I just slept with my best friend who has been in love with me for years and I finally admitted to the both of us that I have been too and now...well now what? I take a deep breath and finish up, standing up and flushing to toilet before going to wash my hands, gasping at the sight of my mascara running down my face, it's not a lot but still.
"Why didn't you tell me I looked like this?" I whine, catching him in the middle of changing the sheets. "What's the problem? You look hot" he says nonchalantly. "More like a hot mess" I groan, helping him finish up making the bed.
"The fact that I made sure you look freshly fucked is hot" he says, coming up to me and grabbing me by my hips, pulling me into him and planting a smooch on my pouty lips that I eventually relax and deepen the kiss into a slow sensual one.
"No, not again" I say breaking the kiss and stepping back. "How did you know I was gonna-" "We might not have done this before but that doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to" I say, turning away from him and going back to the bathroom, making sure to sway my hips a little bit to taunt him.
"Keep acting like that and you won't be leaving this room anytime soon" he growls as I slowly close the door leaving it open just enough for me to stick my head out. "Is that a threat?" I ask playfully, loving the reactions I'm getting out of him. "That's a promise princess" he rasps leaving me widening my eyes before closing the door quickly and quietly behind me, still close enough to hear his dry laugh in amusement.
After washing my face and using a new toothbrush I found in his drawer I climb back into bed and he pulls me into him immediately, leaning over me and placing his phone on his bedside table and notice there's somewhat of an unreadable expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask, leaning back to look at him, worried that something might've happened. "Nothings wrong I just think you're gonna get mad at me if I tell you" he says, laying back down and pulling me closer, making it harder for me to look at him but I pull back again.
"Why would I get mad at you?" I ask, now even more suspicious. "A few of the guys heard us" he mumbles and I jump up almost falling out of the bed in the process. "What do you mean a few?" I ask, horrified at the thought. "All of them..." he say, wincing at the thought of my next reaction.
"All of them?!?!? Jungkook you said no one could hear us up hear!" I whisper scream, blushing at the fact that we got found out so easily. "Well everyone but Yoongi. He was the first one to knock out but I'm sure the guys will end up telling him" he relays, mumbling the last part.
"Jungkook" I scold, hitting his chest a few times. "Hey we're adults and we didn't do anything wrong. It's their fault for being perverts" he says, rolling his eyes at the thought.
"What did they hear..." I ask just above a whisper as if the walls had ears. "Nothing too crazy just the bed creaking a bit and some muffled voices" he says and at the I craw under the covers, trying my best to disappear.
"Hey what's the matter" he chuckles trying to pull the blanket off of me but I keep a strong grip on it. "Just leave me here to die" I groan and he laughs again. "Come on it's not that serious" he says, trying to pull them off, this time succeeding.
"Nothing serious? You just told me that your bandmates, that mind you I just met tonight-" "Well technically it was yesterday..." he cuts me off. "Not the point! You're telling me they not only heard us having sex but it was after the both of us swore up and down we were just friends? Jungkook I'm never gonna be able to face them" I say, grabbing a pillow and laying down on my back, burring my face in it.
"Just do it, put me out of my misery" I plead, my voice muffled while I ask him to smother me which he does so for about ten seconds before letting up after I start making noise. "You were really about to kill me weren't you?" I say, sitting back up and hitting him with the pillow before he grabs it and throws it on the other side of the bed and out of reach.
"No...but I do like the idea of breath play" he grins and I tackle him, making him fall on his back and trapping his wrists against the mattress. "This isn't funny Jeon this is serious" I scold and he laughs, enjoying how completely and utterly mortified I am.
"How did they even find out?" I groan, rubbing my temples and sitting back, still straddling his waist. "Taehyung was looking for a bathroom and woke Jimin up to help him find it and when they heard us Jimin woke Hobi up who tried to wake Yoongi up but he just groaned out a cruse leaving Hobi waking Namjoon up who hesitated, but still ended up waking Jin up" he lists off making me cringe more and more as the list goes on.
"That's it, I'm staning Seventeen. My bias is Mingyu and my bias wrecker is Hoshi. Here's my Army card and my light stick" I say, holding out two empty hands and he swats them away, refusing the offer
"Hey! Why out of the thirteen of them does my best friend need to be your bias? Am I not enough?" he pouts. "You're enough but that doesn't mean I can't pick a bias. It's not my fault all your friends are hot" as soon as the words leave my mouth he flips me on my back, glaring at me with a jealousy I've never seen from him.
"Come again?" he growls. "No that's alright, three's good enough for me" I say, teasing him and using an alternate meaning instead. "Ha Ha you're soooo funny" he says with a fake laugh, rolling his eyes at me.Â
He gets off and leans up against the headboard, letting out a huge sigh and running his fingers through his hair. "Hey you know I'm just teasing you. You're the only idol, no, the only man I need in my life alright" I say, pulling his face back towards me and kissing him, soft and sweet and he tries to deepen it again but I pull away leaving him groaning at the denial yet again.Â
"Nope bed" I say, tapping him twice on the chest and turning around, giving him my back. "Come on please" he whines, cuddling up close and rubbing his already semi hard against me. "I'm tired Jungkook" I say, pushing his hips off of me and he pouts burying his face into my neck.Â
"Can I put it in? I won't do anything" he says against my skin, placing a couple kisses here and there leaving me hardly any sanity to say no. "You're into cock warming huh?" I chuckle and he hum in acknowledgment.Â
"Come on please" he asks, rubbing it against my ass again until I finally lose the mental battle I'm having. "Fine but I wanna sleep Jeon so no funny business" I say and he quickly takes off the boxers he had thrown on and lifts up the shirt I'm wearing and eases it inside of me, nothing stopping him since I have nothing on underneath.Â
I whine a bit at the stretch, this being a different angle than before and he kisses my neck to distract from the pain. Once he's settles in he takes the strong hand he had gripping my hip and slides it up my waist, grabbing one of my boobs and sigh, comfortable and ready to pass out.Â
"Who said you could touch me like that too?" I ask and he shushes me and goes quiet, quickly drifting off to sleep. 'This man is unbelievable' I think to myself and try to ease my mind, breathing and trying to distract myself from the fact that I have Jungkook's dick inside of me while he's happily asleep behind me with his big tattooed hand around my breast, occasionally squeezing it in his sleep.Â
After coaching myself through it and mentally blocking it all out I eventually drift off to get some well earned rest...
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"Jungkook, y/n breakfast!" is the next thing I hear, Mrs. Jeon calling us to come down and it takes everything in me to not ignore it and fall back asleep. "Jungkook" I say sleepily, still in a fucked out daze with my senses coming back to me one by one and remembering that I still have his dick buried deep inside me.Â
"Jungkook your mom made us breakfast" I mumble out and all I'm left with are his soft snores and his hand squeezing my breast, still very much asleep. I take a deep breath and try to figure out my options here and decide to give him a not so rude awakening, fucking myself back against him leaving him stirring awake, letting out breathy moans still not fully conscious of what's going on.Â
Once he starts to come to he slides his hand down to my hip, mumbling my name sleepily against my skin. "You're not playing fair" he says, moaning into my ear and only making me need him even more. "They called for us to come down for breakfast" and at that she echoes what she said before leaving Jungkook groaning, hating the thought of stopping.Â
"Be there in a minute" he yells, trying to keep his voice level. "That hurt" I complain, scolding him for yelling in my ear. "You'll get over it" he says and bites down on my neck before gripping my hip again. He takes over, thrusting harder into me leaving me covering my mouth, staying quiet as a mouse knowing that for sure anyone could hear us.Â
After both of us have come down from our high Jungkook give my shoulder as kiss and slips out, both of hating the loss of contact but knowing we need to stop. He gets up and brings me a warm damp towel and cleans me up before throwing me some new clothes to change into.Â
"Can I borrow a hoodie too?" I ask and he turns around, placing it on the bed next to me. We take turns going into the bathroom and straightening ourselves up and I shrug the hoodie on at the end, throwing the hood up, pulling the drawstrings and tying them tight leaving him laughing at the sight.Â
"What?" I ask, glaring at him. "You look ridiculous" he snorts and I roll my eyes leaving the bathroom and going back into his room, "I'd rather look ridiculous than show everyone downstairs what you did to me" I say, plopping down on his bed and waiting for him to put a shirt on although I would very much prefer he didn't.Â
"It's fine don't worry about it. All the guys already know" he says, throwing on a hoodie on as well after noticing how cold it is. "Yeah but what about your parents! There's no way in hell I'm letting them see this" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and mentally praying that I'll sink into the floor to avoid this interaction all together.Â
"They already know that I've liked you for the longest time so it was only a matter of time until this happened" and my jaw drops at the thought. "Your mom knew too? How many people knew before me" I ask, scared of what the answer might be. "Pretty much everyone that I'm close to. Even your parents knew" he says giving me a crooked smile.
"My parents knew?!?!" I gasp in total disbelief that this is happening. "It's not my fault you're oblivious" he say and I wack him in the arm leaving him laughing at, from his perspective my continued adorable reactions.Â
"Let's just go downstairs and have breakfast alright. I promise you everyone knew this was gonna happen and they all have been very supportive of it for the longest time" he says, guiding me up and out of his room. "You know this isn't making me feel any better right?" I pout and his only response is placing a kiss on my lips before running downstairs leaving me behind.Â
I take a deep breath and follow slowly behind him into the most embarrassing breakfast I'm sure I'll ever have.
"Good morning sleepy heads" Mrs. Jeon greets us as she places a bowl of strawberries on the table along with the other incredible looking food already set out for us. "Good morning" I say and plop down on the seat next to Jimin and across from Jungkook.Â
"Did you guys sleep alright" he asks with a knowing smile leaving me sinking further down on the seat and covering my face. "I don't wanna talk about it" I mumble and he laughs but leaves it at that. It doesn't stop the amused glances from the rest of the group and the not so subtle teasing along with it though.Â
"You alright there y/n you look kinda cold" Tae says as I take a drink of water making me choke, Jimin tapping on my back as I cough through it and try to catch my breath. "Yeah just a little" I say and glance over at Jungkook who is clearly loving this.Â
He winks at me before reaching for my plate and adding some food to it, knowing what I like and don't like and putting the perfect amount.Â
You know, I really am oblivious now that I think about it. He's always done stuff like this and has always taken care of me and wants to make sure I'm okay. I guess I always just chalked it up to friendship but again, I'm clearly just oblivious.
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As the breakfast continues it goes from harmless teasing to comfortable conversation and soon we're all getting ready to head off.Â
Once Jungkook and I are back upstairs I go into his room with the intention of gathering up my stuff but he has other ideas and presses me against the door, kissing me breathless.Â
"Jungkook we need to get going" I groan and he kisses me once more before backing away. "Okay I just can't help it" he says, sad as if he had gotten his gameboy taken away. "I'm sure you'll live" I laugh and he rolls his eyes before getting a bag for me to put my stuff in and making sure I find everything.Â
"Here" he says, throwing me my bra he found that had some how ended up the opposite side of the room. "Hey!" I yell and he giggles at my reaction before running out and heading downstairs.Â
"Is y/n ready?" Jin asks as he looks back up towards the way that Jungkook had just came from. "Yeah she'll be out in a second" he says and Jin nods before smacking him upside the head.Â
"Hey! What was that for?" he yells, making all the guys laugh at the interaction. "I told you to behave yet you did the exact opposite" he scolds, reminding him of the warning he gave us before we went upstairs.Â
"Yeah well it kinda just...happened" he says shyly. "Uh huh" Jin says, rolling his eyes at him and walking out the door with a few other members. "I just hope you were careful" Hobi says putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hyung" he whines, dragging the word out leaving Hobi giggling on his way out to the car.Â
"You gonna be ready to head out?" Namjoon asks when the others have already placed all of their stuff in the trunk. "Yeah but I'm gonna head back with y/n. I'll have a staff member pick me up from her place later" he says and Namjoon gives him a suspicious look before nodding and heading out as well.Â
When Namjoon is just walking out is when I just start coming downstairs. "Oh are you guys all heading out?" I question surprised to see them go so soon. "They're gonna get going but I'm gonna drive back with you. Well as long as that's okay with you?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck again, I swear that's my favorite thing he does.Â
"Sure, you can drive back with me" I say giving him a soft smile making him light up. "Awesome! Lemme just go say goodbye to mom" he says hurriedly and rushes to go find them with me following slowly behind.Â
"You guys taking off too?" she asks, giving me a hug after letting go of Jungkook. "Yeah I've got a lot of work to do and need to rehearse before I meet up with the artists again this week" I say, pulling back and giving her a soft smile. "Well don't work too hard and make sure to keep an eye on him. And for heavens sake Jungkook ask her on a date already" she teases, whacking Jungkook on the arm.Â
"Mom" Jungkook whines and I smile at the interaction. "Don't worry I'll keep him in check" I say and she chuckles while Jungkook glares at me.Â
"Where's Mr. Jeon?" I question not seeing him anywhere. "Oh he had some errands to run but I'll let him know that you said goodbye" she says, placing a soft hand on my arm. "Yes please give him my best and thank you so much for everything! Hopefully we'll see each other again soon" I say and she nods and starts to walk us out.Â
"I'm sure we will, you've gotta make sure to drag him along with you" she says, whacking him on the arm again leaving him rubbing the area, no doubt a bit sensitive from being thoroughly abused this morning. "I will" I say and we finish up our goodbyes at Jungkook's house and are soon finishing up at my parent's house as well.Â
"Ask her out on a date already Jungkook I want some grandkids" my mom not so subtly whispers. "Mom!" I whine, surprised that she would be so bold to say something like that. "Honey you're not slick I promise. I could only imagine the damage that hoodie is hiding under there" she says with a wink. "MOM!" I yell and Jungkook giggles, oh how the turntables have turntabled.Â
"Don't worry I've got it all under control" Jungkook says, giving my mom a hug and she's quickly shooing us out, reminding us to drive safe. "Hey toss me the keys" Jungkook says leaving my brows furrowed together but doing so all the same.Â
"You wanna drive?" I question and he nods his head happily. "Yeah I don't get to do it often so I like to do it when I can" he explains, sinking down into the driver's seat. "You know that really makes me regret my decision" I say worriedly, doing just the same. "Oh come on I'm a great driver" he says, and I cock a brow at him. "Uh huh" I say, emphasizing each syllable and he rolls his eyes at me, starting the car and backing out of the driveway after we've both put our seatbelts on.Â
We wave goodbye to my mom one last time and then we're on our way back to Seoul.Â
"You know you better not make me regret this" I warn after we've been driving for a while making him look over at me. "Regret what?" he asks, turning down the music that we've been listening to. "Letting you take my virginity" I say and he swerves slightly. "Hey be careful!" I scold and quickly regains control of himself again.Â
"You what? You mean to tell me that a fine ass, driven, mature and independent woman like you was a virgin?" he says, shocked at the thought. "Well it's the fact that I'm so driven and independent that that anything like that was put on the back burner. Plus how am I gonna find a regular guy attractive when I'm surrounded by idols all day?" I say and he sighs and rolls his eyes.Â
"Don't get jealous" I taunt. "I'm not jealous!" he refutes. "Oh so you wouldn't care if Taehyung gave me his number?" "He did what?!?!" he says, swerving again when he goes to look at me. "If you're gonna keep doing this when I say the slightest thing then I'm gonna need you to pull over so I can drive" I say while holding onto the handle above the door.Â
"It's fine, I'm fine" he says and takes a deep breath, continuing on our drive and the car goes silent for a while.Â
"Did he really give you his number?" he mumbles, clearly still jealous. "No, but Hobi added me to the group chat" and he groans at the thought of it. "Great! Now I'm gonna have to pay more attention to what's going on in there" he whines and we continue on our journey laughing and teasing and singing and making fools out of ourselves the whole time.Â
I guess some people really are meant to be together. Who knew that that quiet little kid drawing with sidewalk chalk on the playground would be the answer to my forever...Â
The End... (lemme know if you guys want an epilogue hehe)
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𼟠BED CHEM â SJY
in which . . . your friend sets you up with a cute aussie boy at her party â sjy x f! reader ŕ¨ŕ§ no set au wc tbd ăť w reader & jake are at a party, drinking mentioned, jake is very flirtatious lol + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !
âWHOâS THAT CUTE BOY IN THE WHITE JACKET WITH THAT THICK ACCENT?â you ask, taking a sip of your drink. Itâs Saturday night, and your friend had the brilliant idea to throw a party to shake off the boredom. But you certainly didnât expect 150 guests to show up.
âWho?â Ningning asks, struggling not to spill her drink as she leans in closer. A playful glint sparkles in her eyes as she follows your gaze.
âOh, him?â You nod, unable to tear your eyes away.
âYeah⌠who is he?â
âThatâs Jake. Heâs a friend of Sunghoonâs from Australia. Why?â You try to keep your tone casual, but you canât suppress the grin forming on your lips.
âNothingâŚâ you reply, barely containing your excitement. Ningning bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying your flustered state.
Ningning smirks and gives you a gentle nudge. "Why don't you go talk to him?"
You roll your eyes, attempting to play it cool. "Oh, sure, because itâs that easy."
"Please," she teases, "like he hasnât been glancing at you every few minutes since he walked in. Go on, Y/N. I dare you."
Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it, casually making your way over to the makeshift bar where Jake is standing. Heâs talking to Sunghoon, and as you approach, you feel a wave of nerves, but his eyes meet yours just before you reach him.
"Hey," you say, trying to keep your tone light, though you feel your heart racing. "Jake, right? I'm Y/n."
He flashes you a smile, "Thatâs me. And youâre⌠the girl whoâs been staring at me from across the room?" His Australian accent makes everything sound ten times more charming.
You feel your cheeks warm, but you laugh it off. "Staring? I think you might be mistaken."
"Right," he replies, clearly amused, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Then what do you call what you were doing?"
You raise an eyebrow, leaning just a little closer. "Maybe⌠appreciating the view?"
He chuckles, his fingers tapping against his glass. "Well, good to know Iâm worth the view. So, Y/N, what do you do when you're not making mysterious appearances at random house parties?"
You grin, feeling a little bolder. "Oh, you know, just adding a bit of mystery here and there. Gotta keep things interesting. What about you? What's an Aussie doing all the way out here?"
He tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a hint of intrigue. "Just chasing a bit of adventure. Didnât know Iâd find it this fast, though."
Your heart skips a beat as you lock eyes, a tension sparking between you. "Well," you say softly, placing a hand on his chest, "sometimes the best adventures are unexpected."
"Guess Iâll have to stick around and see where this one goes, then," he murmurs, his voice low and just for you. The noise around you fades, and all you can think about is how close heâs standing, how easy it would be to just close that tiny gap between you.
Before you can respond, Ningning suddenly reappears, grinning as she wraps an arm around your shoulders. "There you are! Karina's here! She wants to say hi to you."
You feel the tension break as Ningning links arms with you. You flash him an apologetic smile before being dragged away across the room.
Jakeâs eyes flash with something unreadable, and he gives a small smile, lifting his glass in a silent toast. "Until next time, Y/N." He winks as he watches you depart from him. You laugh, not bothering to hide the wide grin forming on your face.
Ningning nudges you, laughing. "Youâre blushing."
"Maybe," you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up. But as you glance back into the crowd and catch Jakeâs eye from across the room, you know this is far from over.
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I actually kinda like the accidental pregnancy trope idk just two characters learning to coparent and then eventually falling in love is kinda cute 𼚠Iâd love to see what you write for gojo I feel like heâd be scared but end being such an amazing dad
gojo x reader | accidental pregnancy trope [drabble]
little miracle. a gojo x reader story
a/n. ok anon i basically started answering this ask very minimally but i couldn't stop myself from writing and it basically became an entire story so enjoy i guess?? LOL my bad <3 warnings/tags. domestic fluff, angst, mentions of sick parent, mentions of death, pregnancy symptoms. there is happy ending!! word count. 2.2k
gojo and you are in your mid twenties but you're both just barely getting by, you're a new writer living in a tiny apartment in a big city and gojo is the cute waiter at your favorite diner who's just saving up some money because he wants to go back to school and you're both kindaaa crushing on each other, flirting w one another. the restaurant gojo works at ends up starting meal delivery option, and you order some pizza to your apartment just so that you can see him on a weekday and he's soooo super cheeky with it leaning in the doorframe entryway of your apartment with the pizza in his hand like "it says here someone ordered a hot guy in some super sexy black jeans, well he's here now" and you're like "you're such a fuckin idiot" and you abandon said pizza to fuck him on your facebook marketplace couch.
fast forward the next day n you wake up, but he's not there anymore. he left you a little note that says he's going away for a month since his mom is sick and he needs to be w her. you're confused by the note, and you wish he left his phone number because you realize you have no way of contacting him. but that's ok, he'll be back soon, right?
in the couple weeks following the night you both hooked up, you're feeling like shit in the mornings, nauseous, you realize you've missed your period but you shrug it off because it was never really normal anyways. but one morning you throw up, confused as hell, wondering if you got food poisoning. but as you swing your legs back and forth in your paper gown, sitting high up on your primary care doctor's examination room bed, they tell you that you're pregnant and you act like you've never even heard the word before.
there's no doubt gojo is the father, you haven't slept w anyone except him in months. and a baby was just...you can barely afford to pay your bills, you're already living paycheck to paycheck since your book isn't even out yet and you're just surviving w the advance from your old job. what the hell were you going to do? and you can't even tell him that you're pregnant, because he's god knows where, stranding you with no phone number to contact him and you feel so left behind and alone.
the first person he comes to see when he gets back into the city is you. he looks tired, probably from his travels, or possibly from what he saw back home w his mom laying sick in bed. but he's still so happy to see you, and he kisses you and tells you he missed you and you stop him to tell him that you need to talk. for him, there was life before you told him you were pregnant, and then there was life after. and now he was living in the after. standing still in the tiny living room of your apartment when you tell him he's the father, and the words that leave your mouth afterwards are drowned out in his head because he can only focus on that one thought at once.
father. he's going to be a father? whatever heaviness he finds in his chest from the word is replaced with adoration when he looks at you.
keeping it, was what you had told him next.
it was tough at first, because of the morning sickness and the hormones and the yelling at him for not bringing you the kfc you craved so badly a minute before he did, and then the crying that follows suit when you realize you're being mean to him. but he does everything you want, everything he knows how, because he doesn't know how to be a dad, and he figures the least he can do right now is know what to do for you. and the thought scares him, to death every day. as he's driving you to your doctor's appointments, he's praying under his breath that you and baby are ok and healthy. while he's waiting tables at work, he puts on his best smile for an extra tip because it's extra money for the baby, because she isn't even here yet and he already wants to give her everything she's ever wanted.
yes, she. a baby girl. you were having a baby girl. you cried when your ob/gyn slipped and told you the gender, because you asked for it to be kept secret, but what hurt even more was that you told gojo he didn't need to come to this appointment. just a routine little check up, not a big deal. i'll just have my friend drop me off, you said. little did you know it was the one where you would find out you two were having a little girl.
oh, gojo knows nothing about girls. would it be different from raising a boy? can he play wrestle w her when she's a little older, or would he have to be gentle with her? would he learn how to make flower crowns for her with daisies from the field just to see a smile on her tiny face? how will he ever be able to deny her anything, especially if she looks just like you?
the second trimester, you two felt like a young married couple, and for once it felt like things were bright. like you two knew what you were doing. like it wasn't a mistake, but a blessing. you wanted him, desired him, and he'd never desired anything more than he desired you. it took you a while to come around to having sex again, it felt wrong, because that was what got you two into this mess in the first place. but those feelings melted away when you two moved into his little ranch together on the outskirts of town and you knew what it felt like to be hugged by him in the mornings, his sleepy voice drawling in your ear about how much more beautiful you look with every passing day. in those moments, all the regret melts away.
it all comes crashing down in third trimester. you're angry, he's tired, you're sad, he swears he's trying his best but he just can't seem to understand what you need from him. you say you wished this never happened, he says he didn't ask for any of this, and you're sobbing on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands because it all just feels like some cruel twisted joke. like a dream you should be waking up from any second from now. he sits down on the cold tile beside you, solemn in the face. he already looks so much older than the bright eyed boy he used to be, twirling a pizza box around on his finger in the doorframe of your apartment. his cheeks have sunk in, and you realize we all die someday. his hand reaches out to hold yours, and he kisses the back of it, and he says he'll never leave. not like how he left all those months ago, with nothing but a note. no matter what it comes to, one thing he can always promise you, is that he'll never leave like that ever again.
when your baby girl was born, nothing else mattered. it's like all the turmoil you faced in the past eight months was not even worth paying a moment's care towards when you cradle her in your arms. gojo had been fighting back tears the entire time, mostly provoked by how difficult childbirth had been for you as he watched feeling helpless, but the moment he held his little girl in his arms, he couldn't fight back the tears anymore. and he cried, and he cried, and he cried. few fathers could treasure their daughters as much as gojo did, and he knows it's a promise every parent makes to their child, but he vowed he'll never let anything hurt her. never let anyone upset her. for as long as he lives, he'll keep all the cruelty away from her, and keep her safe forever. you both named her yuki, for snow drifting outside of the hospital window when she opens her eyes for the first time.
you two make the tough decision that it's best for gojo to go back to school like he originally planned while you take care of the baby at home. it's hard having him away, and it's torture for him too, since he seems to breathe and live just to make yuki giggle and smile. but it's what made fiscal sense, since you knew what it was like to grow up in a household with little money to feed or fend, and the two of you wanted more than that for your daughter.
gojo's mother succumbed to the very illness that had been haunting her since he visited her for a month over a year ago, and he cried to sleep when he realized she only got to hold her granddaughter once before she passed away. and for the first time in his life, gojo learned what it really meant to be a parent, and it was only found in losing his own. there was no time to grieve in the capacity that he wanted to, because he needed to be there for you and his little girl. a year ago, he would've been broken, beaten, and bruised, but now he bleeds only in his dreams, then buries and braves the seasons for the sake of you two. as he slips his shoes off at the front door after a long day, then walks into the dark of the house, turning the corner into your shared room, he sees you humming peacefully while rocking his daughter to sleep. and he realizes his entire world is sitting in that chair.
gojo graduates from his two year engineering program, and lands a job in the city. the same city you left to go live with him when you were pregnant. it was tough to come back to the same city you fled, because all you remember of it now is morning sickness and fear of your career and falling in love with a boy that had a boyish charming smile you knew would ruin you one day. and now he's taken you back, moving the little family you've made together into a house. a house! he bought you a house. it was a little one, with no more than two bedrooms, but there was enough room in your hearts to raise your daughter with love, and that was all she'd ever need. she can walk now, mumble words. she said dada first, and gojo never stops teasing you about it. and when she finally says mama, you felt like your whole heart would burst.
he proposes to you on the waterline of the city's park, at the top of golden hour while the wind is subtle and tame but still ruffles the fabric of your dress. waiter boy, on one knee in front of you, years of waiting tables but he cannot even bare to wait one more second to hear your answer to the most important question he'll ever ask anyone in his entire life.
and you say yes. and he promises he'll love you for the rest of his life.
the wedding is small, because you two decided not to invite all of the family that had become estranged ever since you told them that you were pregnant with a man's child who you weren't even so much as dating. his family became yours after that, with his aunts and uncles congratulating you and yuki's cousins playing with her before she was to skip down the aisle as flower girl. it was sad to see your side of the church so empty, but you could never truly feel empty in this world anymore. not with what all that you've gained in the process.
there is fear in love, and in life. there was fear in gojo's heart when he learned he was going to be a father when he barely even knew right from wrong. there was fear in learning you were going to be a mother when you knew you cannot protect your child from the same hurt that has haunted you for a lifetime. but there was joy too. joy in seeing your baby bump for the first time, joy in holding your daughter in your arms for the first time, joy in seeing a sparkling stone in a tiny box presented to you on a sunday by the boy who still made your heart skip a beat just by looking at him, and there was so much joy in marrying him too.
but you find the real joy comes in the moments that you expect nothing from at all, but they happily surprise you with the feeling nonetheless. like now, as you sit on a picnic blanket at the park and you watch your husband running across fluttering grass in the wind, chasing after your daughter whose giggles and shrieks fill the summer air. he catches her, throwing her up into the air before spinning her around in his arms, and you tuck your hair behind your ear as you watch it happen. you expected nothing from anything life had given you in the past four years, and yet it gave you all the joy in the world. where you could've expected sorrow and sadness, it gave you something beautiful instead. you never would've thought that the boy you locked eyes with through a shy flutter of your lashes underneath warm restaurant lighting, the one that winked at you with no shame despite you being surrounded by all of your friends, you never could've imagined he'd be who he is to you today. but for certain, now, you believe in it. you believe in little miracles.
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[the end]
a/n. what the flying fuck. i'm gonna go cry now lmfao.
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the one where Y/n and Lando used to hookup and then fell out... or did they?
lowkey inspired by the interview where Oscar talks about spending time with his gf and Lando goes "awww" cus it got my brain making up scenarios
yourusername Maybe I was too much but you could've been more and we both know it
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yourfriend1 Situationship survivor đ
username1 Ah, she's posting half naked pics means they're done
yourfriend2 Girl I didn't cry that much over a 3 years long relationship
âłyourusername I'm not crying lmao
yourfriend2 We need to go on a girls trip
yourfriend1 I second this!!
username2 Lando's loss tbh
username3 Not Carlos nonchalantly in the likes đ
âłusername4 I can't believe he would take Lando's leftovers
username5 You two can chill, Y/n and Carlos have been friends, they're not gonna end it because of a failed situationship
username3 Exactly! Maybe they'll become something more...
username5 Carlos is Lando's best friend, he wouldn't do it to him
username3 I mean it's not like Y/n was his gf or anything, they were just hooking up
username5 Yeah maybe also say it was her fault she caught feelings after he did all the things mentioned on the 2nd pic
username6 How could he not wanna make it official with HER?
âłusername4 He's rich and famous, he can have 10 girls like her if he wanted to
username7 It makes me feel better about being in a situationship myself knowing Y/n also went through it
âłyourusername Girl it's a sign to leave him, don't waste your time
username7 It's just for the plot đ¤
yourusername NOT worth it
username8 Stay strong, I promise it gets better and one day you'll find someone who'll truly care about you
âłyourusername Already did â¤ď¸ @/yourfriend1 @/yourfriend2
username9 Well, I guess a relationship was a bit too much for little Lando Norris
landonorris Catching little feelings, thought we had arrangements
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username1 HOW DARE HE????
âłusername2 I guess men just have the audacity đĽ˛
yourfriend1 When you act like you're in a relationship with her so she thinks you wanna be in a relationship with her đ
âłusername3 That's Y/n's best friend right there đ
maxfewtrell Drunk Lando is the worst Lando I've ever had to deal with
âłlandonorris we both know that's a lie cmon
angryginge13 I forgot how fun it is to go out with you
âłmaxfewtrell I swear something got into him lately, like sure he always loved to party but have you seen how drunk he was?
angryginge13 tbh I barely remember that night lol
username4 AHA so Lando is also going through it
username5 as đ he đ should đ
username6 What's wrong with men these days? All I see are situationships, fwbs, ons, what happened to feelings? What happened to love?
âłusername7 I guess dating apps messed up our perception of relationships
username6 This is sad.
username8 Well, at least Y/n isn't out getting drunk
âłusername9 We can't be sure, we know all she wants us to know, her life can be totally different than what she shows on social media
username10 They had arrangements as he said, it's her fault she fell in love
âłyourfriend1 Oh will you all just shut up?
username10 Someone's mad lol
username11 So many people idolizing Lando just because he can drive a fast car in circles but in reality he's just your average brit in his 20s with commitment issues
âłusername12 He's still young, he doesn't have to get in a serious relationship if he doesn't want to
username11 But it was wrong of him to lead Y/n on
username12 Just as someone said already - not his fault that she caught feelings. These typa things aren't for everyone. Or maybe she was hoping he'll fall in love or something
username11 Yeah? How is it that men these days want the benefits of a relationship without the responsibilities?
username12 Did he force her into it? Nope. She could've said no it's not my thing bye. But she didn't. She stayed with him
username11 If you wanna have sex without commitment just pay for it, it's still a thing. You can't have stuff like this for free, at the cost of another person's feelings
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yourusername Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me
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yourfriend1 I'm glad you feel better now â¤ď¸
âłyourusername I feel so much more alive now
username1 They all slaaaaay
yourfriend2 Remind me, why haven't we done this kinda trips before?
âłyourusername Cuz we're stupid đŤś
yourfriend1 We're not stupid, we're sillymates
yourusername Fuck soulmates when you can have sillymates
yourfriend2 Stupid choices were made tho
yourusername Neither of you stopped me lmao
carlossainz55 Wasn't it a little too cold to sit on the balcony like this?
âłyourusername The wine warmed us up!!
carlossainz55 Text me if you're ever curious about other ways to warm yourself up *this comment has been deleted*
carlossainz55 Good to know you're having fun!đˇ
username3 Carlos, everyone saw that comment you deleted...
username2 Where's the person who said Carlos wouldn't do that to Lando? WHERE?!
username4 Y/n should post to the song enough for you, particularly this part "cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else"
âłusername5 Ngl I feel like most Olivia's songs would fit her situation right now
maxfewtrell That looks familiar...
âłusername5 Nah boy, get the hell out of this comment section
username6 Wait, let him speak, maybe he has new information
username7 I need to know what stupid choices is Y/n talking about and what Max means đ
âłusername8 They're feeding us breadcrumbs and they know what they're doing
landonorris ice spice â
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charles_leclerc Ice ice baby đâď¸
maxfewtrell The gossip pages gonna love this one
âłusername1 So that's what Max meant when he said it looked familiar
username2 I'll wait for further explanation đś
username3 I refuse to believe Y/n went through all the heartbreak just to hook up with him again in Finland
âłusername4 Well, she liked this post so...
username3 She got the Stockholm syndrome or what? đ
username5 At this point she deserves this
username6 @/yourusername I am very disappointed in your actions
âłusername3 Bro casually tagging Y/n like she's gonna answer
âłusername3 Btw it's not confirmed that they hooked up again
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âłyourusername What, you don't like them? đĽš
yourfriend1 I love them, that's the issue!!
username1 And Lando isn't with her
âłusername2 Why would he be?
username1 I think everyone thought they're together again after Finland
username2 They were NEVER together
yourfriend2 Can you get your asses out of here?
landonorris Looks delicious (the food too)
âłusername3 DON'T GIVE ME HOPE
username4 Don't worry, it's just an average text from a situationship you'd get after weeks of no contact
username5 Usually followed up by "you busy tonight?"
âłusername6 Ariana what are you doing here
âłusername7 Man saw that comment Carlos deleted and decided to gatekeep
username5 Bet that's not the only thing he did when he saw that
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username5 There's no way they didn't fuck
âłusername8 fr a way to mark his territory
âłyourfriend1 She said she blocked you after Finland
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username2 Yeah, Oscar, don't be shy, share it with the class
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âłusername4 They're both adults like Y/n sweetie just say no it's that easy
username5 I'm gonna manifest Y/n and Lando announcing a relationship soon đŻ
username6 I mean have y'all seen Lando? I'm NOT surprised Y/n keeps coming back even if he's doing just the bare minimum
âłusername7 He's average. The fact that he's famous and has money makes him more attractive
username6 Do you think he pays Y/n for... you know?
username7 đ¤ˇââď¸
username8 Words cannot express how much this man gets on my nerves
âłusername9 Same like man stop being blind and see that Y/n is gf material, not some hookup to be used and left
username10 I wish Oscar would've spokenđ
username11 Get your shit together Lando
âłusername12 Well maybe Y/n doesn't mind
username11 It didn't seem like it
username12 People change đ¤ˇââď¸
username11 I wish Lando would've been the one to change đ
username13 Lando has NO RIGHT to speak on other people's relationships being a walking definition of commitment issues himself
âłusername14 chill yo tits, I think he truly thought what Oscar said was cute
yourusername We turned out to like each other way more than we originally planned
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âłyourusername We plan on being an insufferable pain in the ass together just for you đŤś
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landonorris the process began way earlier
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âłyourfriend2 She deserves so much better
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yourfriend1 We have to tolerate your ass but it doesn't mean we're suddenly friends
âłlandonorris You've been waiting to see this happen
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âłusername1 ekhm...
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username4 Miss girl needs to share her manifestation techniques with us
oscarpiastri Don't have to thank me
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âłyourusername Thank you Oscahhh
username5 I MANIFESTED IT đŻ
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âłyourusername Excuse me? đ¤¨
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to strangers | benjicot blackwood x fem!bracken reader
a/n: yes i am fully aware i should be writing him as davos out of respect for the accuracy of the show and character but i'm still mourning what could have been. also leave it to me to write a little prequel tying this to my own fic a little bit by writing what this guy was really up to on his "hunting trip" lol. have some poorly written smut anyways, if anyone sees that I accidentally called the brackenâs estate âhedge stoneâ instead of âstone hedgeâ no you didnât shut up itâs been fixed
synopsis: benjicot likes to rile up the women he likes i guess
Content warnings: MDNI â 18+, adult language, mentions of blood, violence, and war; era related sexism, smut (fem p in v sex, unprotected sex, degradation) [not proofread]
Word count: 5.5k words
you had never been one for conflict â especially not that of drunken councilmen who became red in the face, knocking over cups and irate over matters of politics as they shouted. despite your fatherâs efforts to maintain diplomacy and restraint during meetings, it almost always ended in a screaming match at the table these days â even your uncle could not bear to sit through them, and often doubled up on the amount he drank just to sit through them, barely able to walk as he stumbled out.
you were almost always met with apologies from your father as he found you outside the doors of the hall, given a squeeze of hand, and ushered to bed. you did not care for politics, but there was no escaping the recent events â it affected everyone, reaching beyond stone hedgeâs walls, but your father the most. he appeared to have aged significantly over the past days, eyes exhausted and on edge whenever she greeted him.
but this particular night had beenâŚa lot more than usual. your cousin, aeron, had come back, shaking as heâd returned from a survey of the lands with your brother; having got into another squabble over the boundaries with some blackwood boys who had dared to come too close to their land, in aeronâs words. the whole thing dripped of theatrics â âthat filthyâŚcunt, benjicotâ
your head popped up from the handkerchief you were working to embroider, your mother on your right as the pair of you sat in one of the several cabinet rooms that your father had designated for your lessons as a child; having since used it as an escape from the noise. even your mother had been alerted by the commotion as the boys clamored into the hallway, looking out through the door that had been cracked open to provide some airflow in the room. there, your cousin stood, his nose bloody and still dripping as your father summoned the maester while ranting to your uncle, attempting to shush the boy-knight who was on the border of shouting. your interest was only peaked by the name, sitting up and turning your body towards the three men, ceasing what you had been doing and placing the handkerchief in your lap to listen.
your father had made eye contact with you as aeron continued, grabbing him by the shoulder and reaching to close the door before you could hear as he dragged your cousin away. your mother had encouraged you to continue, the look she gave reminding you of proprietary and of your place â with a curt nod, you had returned to your task.
that had been at midday, and since then, there had not yet been a break. you could hear the shouts from your room, and you could picture your father amidst it all, trying to bring order and peace â a task he was successful in every so often, silence falling over the room and quieting to hushed whispers that would only last a short time before the yelling continued.
sometime before midnight, the silence had ended finally, stood at the top of the stairs as the councilmen dispersed; other members of your house trickled out. you had stayed up, waiting to approach your father, in hopes to get some sort of information on the outcome. but the exhaustion was clear on his face, being met by a soft, âon the morrow, not tonight, my dear.â
he had pressed a kiss to your head and brushed past you, receding to his chambers for the night, leaving you at the base of the stairs. as you went to retreat to bed yourself, you heard the cursing mutters of aeron who had finally exited the great hall doors behind you, still seething after several hours â you were relieved at least to find that his nose had since stopped bleeding.
âaeron,â you called out, turning to descend down the four stairs you had climbed just as he stopped in the hallway towards his own chambers. his eyes found you. you approached him, hand reaching out to grab his face between your fingers, turning to assess his face for any additional injuries you may not have noticed earlier in the day. however, much to your relief, he was otherwise unharmed, âyou really ought to stop antagonizing those menâ youâre going to get yourself killed.â you scolded, sighing and dropping your hand.
aeron winced slightly, more from the reprimand than any lingering pain. âI canât just let them insult our family, you know that.â
you shook her head, a mix of frustration and concern in your eyes. âI know, aeron, but thereâs a difference between defending our honor and looking for trouble. what good will it do if youâre dead?â
He avoided your gaze, jaw clenching. âI just canât stand the way they look at us, like weâre nothing and like they can do whatever it is they please. Like they own the riverlands. someone has to stand up to them if your father wonât.â
âstanding up to them doesnât mean getting into brawls. use your head, aeron. we need you alive, not battered and bruised,â you said, your tone softening.
aeron had sighed and muttered something unintelligible, only able to make out a âyeahâ before he withdrew to his own rooms.
you had tried to sleep â you did. but at some point, the heat, humid and sticky, had made it impossible to; instead, turning and tossing in your bed, growing increasingly frustrated before you stormed from the bed with a huff. the conversation between you and aeron had been stuck in your head, the sight of him bloodied haunting you â how did benjicot look then? was he unscathed and unharmed?
you knew he had always been stronger, a fiercer opponent but you couldnât help the worry that plagued you.
you had quickly changed as best you could in the dark, without falling over in a way that would alert the guards; pulling your dress on and watching underneath the door as you smoothed out the fabric, doing your best to be silent in opening the door. peaking your head out and checking that both ways were clear, you slipped out and closed the door behind you, walking on your toes as you snuck through the house and out a backdoor that led into the fields.
you did your best to stay low and out of sight as you bolted through the fields towards the boundary stones, trying to remember who would be on surveillance â you couldnât for the life of you remember, despite your best efforts to eavesdrop on your cousin's conversation earlier.
hell, you werenât even sure you would see him.
sometimes you did, other times you didnât â weeks would pass sometimes before you saw him again. sometimes it was hours before you saw him, sat, pulling at grass as you waited, knees to your chest.
today felt like one of those days, as you approached the river, out of sight from any prying eyes and sat by the edge, your eyes straining to see through the dark. the moon did little to penetrate the dense patch of trees. as the hours passed, your head had begun to drop against your knees, dozing off. there would be no way of keeping yourself awake all night, after a long day, opting as a last ditch attempt to awaken your senses by dipping your toes into the stream as you kicked off your shoes.
the water was a nice welcome in the heat, a content sigh leaving your mouth as you kicked your feet; splashing the water upwards. the wait seemed to drag on forever, growing impatient and trying to decide on whether to return home or not.
youâd give him another hour at most. If he didnât come, then you would go home.
your gaze scanned the river, serene and peaceful as the rushing body of water sloshed around your feet; cool and refreshing. youâd have time.
you stood back from the water and fumbled to strip down to your chemise, discarding the dress to the grass by your shoes before easing down and into the water, letting out a hiss. slowly, wadding into its shallow depths, you moved forward until the water touched your thighs, lapping at your body as you cupped some of the water between your hands and tossed it up in front of you.
âyouâre far from home, lady bracken.â
your head whipped toward the sound of a voice from the treeline, water sloshing around your legs as you faced the boy who the voice belonged to. the ends of your skirt had been released in the turn into the water, feet tangling in the soft sand of the riverâs floor, just catching yourself from falling into its rapid rush by the luck of the Gods; the ends of the fabric now soaked by the flowing water that swirled around you. there he stood, barely peeking out from the cover of the trees as if that would somehow conceal his identity, hugging close to the trunk of one while he watched you from his shaded spot. there was hardly any way of seeing him in the night, the moonâs light not quite reaching him but his voice -- you would know that voice anywhere.
you stepped forward, halfway across the shallow depths of the river that flowed between the two lands of bracken territory and blackwoods, the cold water just reaching mid-thigh as you looked up at him, âas are you.â you quipped, heart rate rapid as your heart thrummed against your ribs.
despite the limited visibility, you could see his mouth quirk up in a half-smile, his amusement clear as his head tipped to the side while his eyes continued to watch you closely like some sort of prey. the limited sense of vision allowed you the ability to hear as he inhaled through his nose, breathing outwardly before he finally stepped forward to the edge of the water, his hand at the hilt of his dagger on his hip as his eyebrows rose, âand do you always take moonlit strolls through my land?â
you stilled, hands resting at your sides as your fingers dipped into the cool water below you, the cold nipping at your fingertips, âonly when called forâ the night was too beautiful to resist.â you replied, chin lifted to look up towards where he towered over you, âand whatâs your excuse?â
he snorted, boots shifting against the dirt with as he moved to widen his stance, âthe same perhaps,â he said, eyes glancing up to the sky above the riverlands that was littered with stars, âor maybe I was hoping to find a curious lady wandering too close to my territory.â he said, his voice a low rumble.
there was nothing threatening about his tone, however, his body language said otherwise â his eyes scanning their surroundings before looking back to your face, his body suggesting that he was on edge. as though he expected bracken men to burst through the trees behind you any minute. you took another languid step forward, closer to enemy territory, the thrill of it never failing to excite you.
âare you suggesting Iâm trespassing?â you asked, your words steady as you bordered taunting the man who eyed you.
you could see as he squinted, narrowing his eyes at your words, âjustâŚobserving that youâre quite far from where youâre supposed to be at this hour, my lady.â
you hummed, eyebrows raised as the water continued to lap at the fabric of the cream coloured chemise that had been worn underneath the dress of typical bracken colours of yellow and brown having been discarded at the edge of the grass. you could see the moment his eyes lowered to scan down the length of the fabric, disappearing into the water and drifting higher up your thighs, bordering translucent against your skin, slow in dragging his eyes along the length of your body, âbut i suppose the river doesnât care for borders, does it?â he suddenly asked, his eyes returning to meet yours.
your mouth curved upwards, a wry smile on your face as his gaze emboldened you, âno it doesnât, but neither do I, it seems. I donât believe the assize said anything about the river.â
benjicot tutted condescendingly at her, smug as his hands shifted over his dagger, âcareful, you're starting to sound like your cousin, bracken.â he warned, tone sharp, âdo you not ever worry about what might be lurking in the shadows? his words came lighter now, the tension gone from his voice.
you let out a dry laugh, beginning to feel the effects of the frosty water that reached your hips the further you wadded, a cool breeze causing your skin to prickle with goosebumps. you shivered, sucking in a deep breath through clenched teeth, âonly when they carry a dagger and a half-smile, I suppose.â you said.
his hands twitched, the grasp at his blade loosening as he seemed to contemplate reaching forward to drag you from the water at the sight of your shivering frame. however, he stopped himself and instead lifted his chin, mouth pressing into a tight smile, âthen its a good thing Iâm in a benevolent mood tonight.â
your head lowered to look down at the water, using your fingers to skim its surface, âI will take my chances.â you confidently said, lifting your gaze after a moment of pause.
he let out a âhmphâ sound, watching as you slowly closed the gap between the two lands to stand directly in front of him, the water shallow once again and only meeting mid-thigh. the now soaked gown did nothing to provide any ounce of modesty, sheer and clinging to your lower half as you stared up at him. your eyes followed his movements as he crouched, bringing him eye-to-eye as an elbow planted against one of his knees, âwell, I suggest you be careful, my lady. the night is full of dangers.â he said, his voice low and quiet.
âand so is the day, but Iâve never been one to shy away from either.â you said, voice matching his volume before you stepped forward until you stood against the ledge, your other hand planting in the grass just between his boots as you lifted your right hand toward him, âare you going to help me or shall I call for my men?â you taunted, a grin on your face.
he rolled his eyes, smile broadening as he stood upright and bent to grab your hand, using his strength to pull you up and over the ledge, out of the waters with ease. you were brought to your feet, stood face-to-face with him, his face leaning close to yours as he spoke, âyou wouldnât dare.â he muttered, âhow do you plan then, to explain your presence so close to blackwood land at this hour? alone, in a nightgown, with the heir?â
your chest brushed his as you leaned in towards him, âIâll figure something outâ you underestimate me.â
he hummed with a nod, his nose bumping yours in the close proximity. though his mouth did not yet make contact with yours, his breath fanned over lips, his eyes scanning your face, âoh, Iâm sure you will. but do you think they will believe you?â he asked, the lazy smirk on his face laced with arrogance, âdo you think there wonât be whispers? said whispers, questioning your maidenhead?â
âtheyâd be foolish to make such accusations against the daughter of amos bracken.â you countered, shoulders squaring with pride.
the man in front of you let out a sardonic chortle, releasing the hilt of his dagger and finding your hip, gripping the fabric of your chemise in his fist, stepping back and forcing you with him, âoh please.â he mocked, his hand dropping from your hip to reach down to your thigh and begin to hoist the soaked fabric upwards towards your waist, leaving you bear to the elements, âif only they could see their lordâs daughter, out parading herself like some whore on blackwood land. What do you think they would say then, hm?â
ââTis not their business what I do, nor my fatherâs.â you muttered.
âoh but i think they might say otherwise. youâre a noblewoman,â he jeered, his knuckles brushing against the bare skin of your belly as his hand dipped below your naval, âa highborn womb.â
you knew benjicot did not share their views -- in the very few occasions he had opened up during your late night escapades, red in the face with anger, rambling on about the audacity of his councilmen as he dressed. he had ranted about what the very outlook had done to his mother, that women were more than for breeding. but he enjoyed knocking you down a peg sometimes, humbling you back down to earth during these moments. he liked to mock the sanctity of your womanhood, even if for a moment, but then he would go back on himself and praise you once all was said and done â praise the very thing he mocked. However, on this particular night, something about his words lit the flames of pure, feminine rage, staring eye to eye with the man you had visited countless times over the past months.
âI am more than that.â you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady.
he let out a melancholic hum, âyou think so?â
he spoke to you like you were a child, who lived under the guise of a delusion â like a childish dream that you were expected to grow out of. the tone of his voice, paired by the sudden feeling of his hand between your thighs bred a slew of confusing emotions to spread within your chest; shamed and desperate, humiliated and seething as his fingers found the sensitive bud between folds that were slick with arousal that had you hot with embarrassment, fingers gliding up along your folds as you gritted your teeth, âhow dare youâ!â
the nature of his words stung when you knew how much he despised when other men looked down on women the way you had grown accustomed to; somehow after he had entrusted you enough to open up to you, he still had the nerve to throw it in your faceâ
he caught your hand that came up towards his throat, eyebrows raising as if to warn you, a grin on his mouth as his hand between your thighs stilled, âno need to be so hostile, sweet girl.â he said, guiding your hand down to your side as he moved to drive your back towards a tree, that hand coming to hold your chin in the space between his thumb and fingers, âI know you are a brave, resilient womanâŚâ he quietly muttered, face coming close to yours and trapping you between his body and the tree, a knee coming between your thighs.
despite the rage that still burned within you, scorching like a wildfire, the warm contrast of his fingers on cold skin was welcomed; jolting up as his fingers pressed against you, fingers circling the bud and earning a soft sigh of a moan as you reached out to grab him, pulling him closer as though you were trying to crawl underneath his skin and become one. His mouth finally made contact, attaching itself to your throat and placing open-mouthed kisses to the skin, nipping the delicate skin with his teeth as his fingers worked against you.
âmy clever, beautiful girl.â he praised, mouth reaching your collarbones.
you belly clenched, another moan elicited by his words as your hands fisted the cloak around his shoulders, his hand moving briefly to tug the fabric of your gown back up and out of his way as it dropped from its place around your hips. benjicot had a way of leaving you breathless and desperate, a flustered mess under his touch, the only man that could draw out the carnal sounds of pleasure; broken sighs and crying out as his middle and ring finger pushed themselves into you.
by the roots of his hair, you brought a hand to the back of his head and tugged him towards your mouth, his lips encapsulating yours in a feverish kiss; all teeth and tongue. you cried out, muffled by his mouth, as his thumb continued the prior pace, rubbing blind shapes into your clit as your mouth dropped open, too distracted by experienced fingers that slipped in and out of you with ease to reciprocate the kiss, âohâ, fuck.â
âyes, just like that,â he encouraged, voice soft. âjust relax, my love.â
the weeks of pent up hunger and anticipation for this moment curled within you, settling into your lower belly, thighs attempting to clench around his hand. though you were stopped by the firm, strong thigh that had been planted there to prevent such from happening, his hips pressing into yours.
âben, pleaseâŚâ you cried out, beginning to become overwhelmed between his mouth that returned to your throat and his hand, his pace increasing.
rather instead, he knelt suddenly, head buried beneath the thin chemise that draped over his head as he leaned into you. his shoulders brushed your thighs as his mouth replaced his thumbâs task, latching to the bundle of nerves and leaving you gasping, gripping his hair as your chest heaved. a low groan vibrated through your core from the man below you, reaching every end and nerve of your body as you struggled to keep up on your feet as your peak washed over you. his arm wrapped up underneath your right thigh, holding you against him and pressing against your hip as if that would somehow ground you as you nearly collapsed against him, your entire body alight as your walls squeezed around his fingers, clenching so tight it could restrict movement.
he was barely any gentler as he reemerged from your skirts, your head slumped back against the tree as he stood to tower over you once more, using the fabric of your gown to hold you up and practically manhandle you up against the tree that scraped your skin with each move. loose strands of hair had freed themselves from the half done up style, hanging in your face as you panted, mouth agape as you looked up at him; lips glistening with the reminisce of you â your cheeks heated with embarrassment, reaching out to touch his cheek.
he was beautiful, especially with you on his lips.
you dropped your hand and pulled him towards you by his hips, using the belt to your advantage to jerk him forward, his own lazy smirk mirrored by your tired smile as your hands fumbled to undo the laces of his pants. he aided in the task, skillful fingers pulling them with ease and shoving his pants down just enough that they sat high on his thighs, freeing his hardened cock from their confinement, your hand instinctively coming down to wrap around the length and stroke him. his lips parted above you, hands coming to cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as his nose nudged yours.
you could have stayed there forever, in that moment â with the sight before you, a flush in his face as he appeared fucked out already, hair in a disarray from your fingers.
he reached across his chest to undo the clasp of his cloak, dropping it from his shoulders; getting rid of the only shield that hid you from any potential prying eyes â if anyone burst through the bushes then, there would be no hiding the act and it would be without any doubt what was happening.
âparading herself like a whore on Blackwood landâ
benjicot would be correct. if your cousins had dared to wander close to the borderlands again, you would be done for. there would be no protecting any ounce of your dignity and modesty at that point â you would be shamed by your entire family, and even worse, your fatherâŚhe would be beyond furious and nothing less than gutted.
the thought and feeling of sheer shame it brought had you clinging close to the man in front of you, his body easily capable of concealing yours as one hand went above your shoulder to the tree, too blissed out to put an end to this and go home right then as his mouth pressed to yours in a sweet, affectionate kiss. you moaned against his mouth, his hand replacing yours around his cock to glide it up along your slit; gathering the slick as a means to lubricate the head of his cock, that already leaked pre-cum that mingled with your own arousal, the tip red and angry.
you braced against the tree, trying to regain footing, nearly slipping into him. he steadied you with the arm above your shoulder, wrapped around your ribs and forcing your chest against his as he slid into you, earning a gasp, breaths mingling as your own arm wrapped around his shoulders; clutching to him like your life depended on it â and in some ways, it did.
he held you up against the tree, having to shove the fabric of his tunic and doublet high up on his hips out of the way as he thrusted up into yours. each movement of his hips, shallow due to the position, his pelvis brushed against your clit, providing enough stimulation to leave you struggling for air as you fisted his clothing in your hands.
âfuckâŚâ he rasped, lips brushing your own as they parted, each breath from his mouth sucked into your lungs as you relied on him for the strength to stay upright, slumping into him.
you were a jumbled, incoherent series of sounds as any paranoid thought of fearing your cousin's appearance went out the window, all consumed by him. your leg lifted by his hand guiding it by the back of your knee, thigh hooking around his hip and pulling him further, deeper into you and releasing a sob. you felt so full, it physically ached, walls clenching down around him and eliciting a hiss of air from him.
the sound of a branch cracking somewhere in the distance of the bushes caused you to jolt against him, eyes peering over his shoulder, wide and panicked as the thought crossed your mind again just how open you were to being exposed. you had done this time and time again, but never with his own men just several feet from the bush you were hidden among, and never during a war that had everyone on edge. the looming war had your father in particular paranoid, leading to an increase in fleets that surveyed the boundaries of brackenâs land and the thought instilled again, that fear that you could be caught.
as if he sensed your worry, his mouth caught yours in another kiss, forehead pressing to yours, âmy loveâŚâ he muttered, bringing your attention back to him.
and he was successful, your gaze doing one last scan and straining into the dark before you were faced with his tired, lust-filled face, his cheeks flushed and striking even in the dark. the sweet name swelled your chest with adoration, your breath quick as you let out a moan, spiraling into bliss against him as his hand came between you to once again rub against your clit.
âben, i canâtâ pleaseââ the sound was weak and feeble, choked out and gasping for air as your body burned.
it was met by deaf ears as he gently shushed you, his mouth grazing yours, cock relentlessly rutting up into you with desperation â seeking for release as your walls fluttered around him. the groan he released was animalistic, deep from within his chest and carnal as you clutched onto him, struggling to keep yourself up against him and pulling him into you; seeking some kind of anchor to keep you grounded as his hand on your clit worked in unfaltering shapes that had you weak.
a final sob of pleasure left you as you clamped down around him, body tense and slumping against his as you released yourself around him. the final plea of his name and your walls were followed by a few sharp, final thrusts as he released his seed into you; fucking it deeper into you with a deep sigh of your name, a hand coming to your throat as he glanced down, his forehead resting against your chin.
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you stepped up onto the riverbank of your familyâs side; thighs still aching while benjicotâs hand supported you from behind before he too crawled up behind you, not seeming to care that he was now soaked from his thighs down. He stood back, allowing you a silent moment to wring out your dress of any water as best you could, hands twisting the fabric and letting out a grunt of exertion before letting it drop back down to your feet. You bent to collect your dress, benjicot finally stepped forward to help in your task of redressing, hands smoothing the fabric over your hips and straightening your shoulders with a gaze down, not daring to make eye contact.
you both knew this could have been the last time you saw each other, the dawning realization casting an awkward, tense silence over the two of you as you eyed the fabric of his doublet; making a mental note of its ridges, the pattern of the woven article of clothing. he tensed as you lifted a hand to touch the fabric with your fingers, too intimate a gesture as fingers ran across his chest and up towards his shoulder before stilling there, your palm coming to place over his heart.
âwhen are you to marry theâŚâ he began to ask, his face screwing up in disgust at the idea as he spat out the name, âLefford boy.â
you gaze only briefly lifted towards his face when he spoke, a small snort leaving you at his reaction and smiling softly at his antics. The smile dropped after a moment, though, inhaling and sighting out a breath as you straightened out his own clothing with gentle tugs, brushing over the fabrics, âtwo nights from today.â you quietly replied.
he made a sound of disapproval, his gaze on your face as you finally looked him in the eye again, his hand rising to capture your wrist in his hold. You had heard the whispers as well throughout the halls of stone hedge, trying to picture it as you looked at him, âI hear rumors youâre to be married, too.â you pointed out, his face twitching.
he released your wrist, stepping back and looking towards his feet as he fixed his sleeves, âMy father plans to betroth me against my will.â He admitted, his words a grumble as he shook out his arms and looked up at you again.
you nodded, âwho? has he said anything of his intentions?â
âsome girl.â he admitted, shaking his head with a shrug of his shoulders, cheeks expanding with a sigh, âthe lord paramountâs granddaughter, I suppose.â
you smiled, tilting your head as you looked at him, âserra tully, right? thatâs her name, yes?â
âunfortunately.â he grumbled in complaint.
âsheâs quite beautiful, I hear.â
he shrugged again, letting out another grunt.
âwell, you should probably be on your way,â you said, hands folding behind you as he looked across the river, the sun already beginning to come up. âyour men will be looking for you soon.â
benjicot nodded, stepping forward and reluctantly reaching out to your waist, fingers gently pressing into your sides as he leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to your mouth, âI will see you soon.â He said as he withdrew from your mouth, face still hovering close.
you raised a hand and pressed it to his cheek, smiling as you looked up at him, âyes. maybe.â
his eyes rolled as you lifted a hand as if to gesture âjust as I suspectedâ, looking over you as a sharp whistle sounded from somewhere beyond the trees from his camp, hands dropping from your sides and straightening the belt at his hips; you watched as his fingers went to the dagger at his right hip, removing it from its sheath, much to your confusion. He withdrew it and used his free hand to pull one of yours forward, pressing the blade into your palm and looking at you, âa wedding gift.â He quietly said.
you looked down at the blade, frowning and blinking rapidly a couple of times before looking up at him, mouth opened in a stutter, âbenjicot, I- I canât accept this. you might need-â
âI have plenty back home,â he assured, wrapping your fingers around the handle of it and licking his lips that were then pressed into a line that resembled an amused smile, âhave itâŚin case that Lefford boy ever pisses you off.â
you let out a laugh, a smile coming to his face as your hand dropped from his, the dagger clutched by your side, âvery charming of you.â
He chuckled and pressed another quick kiss to your forehead before he brushed past you, hurrying into the river with a splash and sloshing back in the direction he had come from. you watched as he climbed out of the water, entering back out onto blackwood territory and giving one last glance as he retreated back into the trees.
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Ghost x Fem!Reader (And they were roommates)!
[nsfw] cw(s): Jealousy, alcohol consumption, references to smoking, strip club, rdr calls ghost âbig boyâ several times, suggestive content, non-explicit sex (itâs mentioned), rdr is highkey a brat lol, mention of dumbification.
PART TWO
3.4k words I donât understand how UK currency works so i guessed, ALSO! Reader is kind of a slut!! Because we donât get enough readers that have BEEN AROUND TOWN (iykwim) and I am hellbent on fixing that :) ALSO ALSO this kinda sucks and itâs prolly OOC but I spent like four days on it so here u go <33
Youâre not dating â but heâs not keen on sharing. He sees you serving another table drinks, scantily dressed, hips swaying with every step, and canât help but watch with a glare as some other man sets a 20 between your tits.
How Laswell convinced both herself and Price that a strip club was the best place to meet and discuss information on a new mission was beyond Ghost. It wasnât until two blocks away from the venue did he begin to recognize the surroundings, the streets, and damn it, even the people.
He forwent the skull mask and the skull-patterned balaclava for a plain black surgical mask that left him feeling bare and exposed. Only a thin piece of fabric was between him and his anonymity; two strings that held together the Ghost façade from falling into Simon.
Heâd be damned if he told the others that he recognized the club â that he frequented it. Not for a certain stripper, no, not for the girls performing at all. He knew every staff member from the amount of times heâd come to pick you up after your serving shift.
You always smelled like alcohol and someoneâs blueberry vape, sometimes weed; you claimed that just came with the job. Heâd respond asking if he smelled like gunpowder and metal, if that was the case. He remembered how you shook your head.
âYou smell like cigarettes and aftershave.â
He grimaces as they approach the shining lights of the club. Myth is a looming building; five floors, only two used for actual club affairs. The other three were offices or something equally as boring; even if you would prattle on about your outlandish suspicions of a mafia being run up there.
The first floor had the basics; a main stage that was across from the full bar, a plethora of sleek tables and uncomfortable leather chairs filling the space between the two attractions. On the far wall, a few booths with itchy velour couches separated by fake bushes. Doors sat on either side of the four booths, both led to some sort of VIP room that Ghost had never stepped foot in.
The second floor overlooked the stage section of the first, only the dancers could see the people decorating the steel railings. It was usually reserved for the rich people, the important men who had had wives and didnât want to be seen in the public eye, the men who were desperate enough to pay extra to pretend they could get some, and the people staff liked. Ghost happens to fit into the latter category.
There was a second stage on the upper floor, it wasnât often dancers were up there performing, they were usually lounging around with someone they knew would paid them well. The was a second, smaller bar which served the singular purpose of storing new bottles, which caused you to complain about having to go up and down the stairs every time you had to get another round for a table.
His constant presence had led to him âbefriendingâ the bartenders (if getting a free drink counted as being friends) and getting half-hired as security (he was roughly the same size as the men they already had for the job), even the hostesses knew to assign him to your section each time he walked in.
It baffled him, to say the least. Even after he was gone for 11 months the one time, (what a god awful time that was), the Myth staff knew who he was.
Ghost didnât even register Price trying to tell him to stop as he walked to the shiny glass doors of Myth. The thing that dragged him out of an absentminded state was Soapâs obnoxiously loud laughter, Ghost stopped dead in his tracks and spun around to face the rest of the task force.
âYae walkinâ right in like ye own the place, eh, Lt?â He had a conniving grin on his face. âDidnae take you for that kinda guy.â Gaz looked like he was trying to picture Ghost in a club, Price only looked at him with mild amusement on his face.
Ghost glares at Soap, embarrassed. âIâm going where we were told to go.â
âWasting no time, either.â Gaz manages to crack a smile from Price with his chide.
âAre we going in, or not?â Ghostâs eyebrows raise in questioning, his patience already running thin. He looked over his shoulder at the bouncer, who he wishes he didnât recognize as Paul.
Gaz had already fished his ID out of his pockets, the graying white background of the Royal Air Force card reflecting the sign lights. Soap wasnât far behind him, most people who see someone with a mohawk assume itâs a teenager who lost a bet. Anyone could look at the Captain and know heâs over the age of 18, no college student could rival the manâs facial hair.
And Ghost? All he had to do was look Paul in the eyes and he was let though without even a second glance. It was no different than if he were just coming in to pick you up, although it was considerably earlier than your usual 2 AM clock outs. Ghost forgot the club was even open at 5 PM.
He got an odd look from Soap at the lack of identification, but odd looks from Soap were a daily occurance.
The club looked the exact same as when heâd left 4 months ago, the same blue-purple lighting, same ugly silver bead curtains hanging over the walls, and the same Thursday night bartender. His name was something along the lines of Tony (Tim?); Ghost hadnât particularly cared about him, heâs never at the club on Thursdays anyway. Your shifts are normally on the weekends, only the occasional Thursday if there was an event.
The hostess seems to be familiar, too. Sheâs either Camille or Angelica; he could never really remember who was who. The two have the same bleach blonde, blue eyes, and freckles; theyâre practically the same person to Ghost. He really only pays attention to you when heâs at Myth.
The hostess stares at Ghost for a second, as if trying to recognize him. Before she could try to speak, Price cut in.
âWeâre meeting someone here. Blonde hair, a little older.â His eyes scan the half-empty floor of the room. âShe might be upstairs?â
The hostess perks up at the mention of a woman. âRight. Follow me, please.â
The blonde led the group of them upstairs, two of the 20 tables had people at them. Only one of them had a Laswell-looking woman at them. The other was a group of seven men; each in a suit, and each with a glass in their hand.
Once the hostess set a few menus on the table, she spoke a final time. âYour server will be right over.â
Ghost let the others sit down before him, eyes lingering on the group of men across from them before they slid over to Laswell. She looked as comfortable as any other person in a strip club by choice, lounging back in her chair with a cocktail in her hand.
âYou look disgruntled,â she notes, eyes resting on Ghost.
âYou had us meet in a strip club,â Ghost mutters. âThis isnât my usual scene.â It was quite the lie, really. Heâs spent more time here than any other pub in the Manchester area at this point.
âItâs close to home.â She takes a sip of her drink, completely at peace. âAnd itâs unsuspecting. Who comes into a strip club to talk about top secret information?â
Ghost looks at her, unamused. âUs.â
Laswell ignores the distaste in his voice. âYou donât have to worry about that group,â her head tilts in the direction of the rowdy group of men. âTheyâre all drunk or too focused on the girls to even bother listening to us.â
The distant sound of heels against the floor catches his attention, his eyes fly towards the staircase. And there you are, flouncing up the stairs with three glasses in one hand and a bottle of Blue Label in the other.
You make your way to the group of men, a customer service smile plastered on your face. Ghost canât hear your words, but he watches you set the bottle down in front of the most important-looking man, along with two of the glasses you were carrying.
He watches as your shoulders bounce when you laugh at something he says, though it looks like the fakest giggle you can muster.
He watches as the man takes a 20 pound note from his pocket and tucks it right between your tits. On instinct, Ghostâs hands tighten into fists and he glares. Itâs a sharp glare, one heâd give to some idiot recruit that tried being cocky. You gasp, then smile brightly at the man, he can tell youâre saying thank you profusely from the way your mouth is moving.
You step away from the man and Ghostâs eyes fly from him to you, and his glare drops into a normal enough look, but his fists are still tight; his fingernails dig into the palms of his hands.
Ghostâs eyes roam your body, how the little black skirt youâre wearing rode up just enough that it would be considered a tease, how the black shirt youâre wearing is just a little too tight around your tits, and the 20 pound note that was stuck right between the two of them. He had to consciously unclench his fist before anyone would notice.
Then you come prancing over, hips swaying almost hypnotically as you walk, a glass of bourbon nestled in your hand.
You smile sweetly as you bend down in front of him, showing off both your tits and the note right between them, and set his glass on the table.
âI believe thatâs for you, big boy.â Fuck, he missed hearing your voice, the nickname flies over his head through his stupor. Even if it was the faux, sultry version of it you used for work. âCan I get the rest of you anything? A beer? Whiskey?â
It was almost impossible for Ghost to tear his eyes away from you, rather, that damn note between your breasts. He wanted to pluck it out and throw it right back at the other man, replace it with something bigger, better.
When he notices Gazâs disturbed stare, his eyes avert from you.
Gazâs eyes trail from his to yours, âIâll take a Manhattan.â
You smile at him, âof course, is Sazerzac okay?â Gaz nods shortly, glancing away from you to avoid Ghostâs stare. âAnyone else?â You pivot towards Price, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.
Price angles his head to meet your gaze, squinting through the LEDs of the club. âGin and tonic,â his eyes donât leave yours, âHendrickâs.â An offhand comment from Soap entertains the liquorâs Scottish origins.
You nod along with his words, then tilt your head towards Soap. âCan I get you anything?â
âIâll have a Coke.â
âI hope you mean the soda,â you muse. You didnât get any reaction out of the group, not a single smile â how disappointing. âWe have the cherry kind, if youâre into that.â
Soap shakes his head, a small frown on his face. âJust normal Cokeâll do.â
You hum absentmindedly, âalright.â Your eyes flicker to Ghost, the smile on your face contorts into a little mischievous one. âAre you going to be wanting the bottle, Simon?â
You really are a vixen, arenât you? Through grit teeth, Ghost spits out, âno.â
âAlright, then. Iâll be back with those drinks, boys.â A single wink, and you were off. Low heels clacking against the tile floor, hips swaying side to side. Ghost was all too aware of every detail of your retreating body, from the way your hair bounced with each step you took, how the skirt you wore rode up just slightly enough to make his grip on his bourbon tighten.
Ghost fights the urge to get up, grab you by the waist, and pull you onto him. Both his experiences and his logical reasoning say itâs a terrible idea, yet the idea of reminding you who you ultimately belong to is so enticing he could be drooling.
Heâs seen you cockdumb; it almost always comes after you pull a stunt like this. Of course, he knows you do it just for the sake of getting him bothered and getting fucked stupid. But he also likes the idea that you do it just for him. You put on a little show.
He finally put it together years ago. Back when you would bring over some pathetic-looking hookup just to see his reaction. When youâd fake moan loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear, then look at him the next morning through your eyelashes all innocent.
At some point, the hookups ended, and you began flirting with customers right in front of him. Just like you had done a moment before.
When your head disappears from view, Soap is the first to attack him vocally, almost gawking after you. âYouâre on a first name basis with the bottle girls at a strip club?â He looks incredulously at Ghost, almost jealous.
âIs that why you were in such a hurry to get inside? You knew this was where your flings worked?â
Soap leans in closer, âhow often do you come here, LT?â It was question after question from the Scotsman, and despite his inclination towards him, Ghost was getting slowly more fed up.
Ghost set his glass down, âIâm going to the bathroom.â He put his hands to his knees and stood up from the plush seat, eyes scanning the other group one more time before he left his teammates at the table.
It doesnât take long for him to find you, leaning up against the doorframe to the serverâs closet while you wait for another cocktail server to put in a ticket, twiddling your coworkerâs Elfbar in your hands until she reaches behind her for the vape.
You hand it off to her and turn to face Ghost, a catty smile adorning your lips. âHow can I help you, sir?â Ghost stops a few inches before you and a hand darts towards your cleavage. He tugs the 20 pound note from between your tits, your hands following his to grab for it.
You give Ghost several noises of grievances as he holds the note away from you, a look of slight disgust evident in the ways his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed.
By the time you gave up trying to reach the banknote, heâd begun digging in his back pocket. âIâd like my tip back, asshole.â
Ghost says nothing in return, no noise or gesture to acknowledge he had heard you. Instead, he tugs a 20 and a 50 pound note from his pocket and tuck the two bills into the space between your breasts. The money from the other man was crumpled and shoved back into his pocket.
You donât stop him, youâre a bit too turned on to even think of stepping away from him.
âThere,â he mutters. âyour tip.â He steps back from you, like he was going to leave and go back to his table. You, however, were having none of that.
âHold on.â Your hand twitches, stopping before it could shoot out to grab his wrist (but youâre smarter than that, you know him). âYou didnât call or anything.â
Ghost frowns under the mask. âIâm not home.â It was a clipped reply, not one you wanted.
âWhat?â You match his frown, annoyed.
âIâm here for work. You saw the others,â his hand gestures vaguely to the upstairs, âtheyâre my coworkers.â
You raise an eyebrow, âyou work with someone who has a mohawk?â Disappointment flickers in Ghostâs eyes, if it was from your question or just the thought of Soapâs haircut, you didnât know. The poor man isn't even there to defend himself.
âIs it that hard to believe?â Ghost knows that, yes, it is hard to believe that he worked with a Scotsman with a terrible haircut while continuing to be the infamous Lieutenant âGhost.â
The look on your face screams âyes.â
Ghost relents, âlisten.â His voice has a certain sadness in it that makes you calm down a bit. Truthfully, youâre pretty damn pissed at him for just showing up out of the blue from God-knows-where, but your expression softens after a few seconds.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, Riley.â Your coworker nudges your shoulder to let you know it was your turn to use the kiosk. âGo back to your friends,â you wave your hand in a dismissive fashion. âIâm working.â
Ghost doesnât budge, even after youâve ducked between the bead curtains that dangle at the top half of the doorway. You pop back out of the doorway, an unsurprised look on your face.
âDonât flirt with him.â
Your eyebrows fly up, an incredulous tone flooding your voice. âWhat?â
âDonât flirt with him,â Ghost repeats, his eyes boring into yours.
You set a hand on your hip, annoyed. âIâm making money.â The look in his eyes doesnât change, heâs utterly serious about some random man youâre flirting with for extra cash. A thought crosses your mind, and your annoyance melts into mischief.
âYouâre jealous over him?â The way his eyes widen a bit is enough to tell you that, yeah, he is. âReally, big boy?â
And fuck, if you didnât have him wrapped around your finger by the way you walked, you had him now. All it took was one stupid nickname and Ghost is crumbling into Simon.
âNot jealous,â is his defense. You just soak it in with a grin on your face. You step towards him a little, shoulders forward and leaning down ever so slightly so that your cleavage is a little more obvious, so that the money he stuck between your tits is poking right out at him.
âYou sure?â You look up at him, still grinning like your coworker once had when she got a free vape from a customer. âSeems like youâre a bit jealous.â
All he can do is stare down at you, clenching his jaw shut lest he say something he really shouldnât. But God, does he wish he could.
Really, if it werenât only 5 PM, he wouldâve let you get to him. Let you drag him into an empty VIP room and fuck your words right out of you, leaving you a whimpering, babbling mess. But Ghost â Simon â knows better than to incapacitate you when youâre working.
All heâs left to do is watch as you give him little smirks from across the room, as you adjust your clothes to be just a bit more revealing, as you get close enough that he can smell the remnants of your perfume when you ask him aimless questions. And thatâs just what heâll do once you prance off to get his teammates drinks.
You pat him on his covered cheek patronizingly before you slink away, outstretching your hands for the three drinks cluttered at one side behind the bar. You pass him by, drinks in hand.
âIf anything,â you look up to his eyes as you pass him, âitâs the guys youâre with you should be jealous of. You know I like older guys.â Thatâs enough for Simon to be reclaimed by Ghost.
He follows after you, glowering at your back. You donât have to look back at him to know heâs scowling at you, but it brings you a slight bit of satisfaction.
âCâmon, big boy,â you hum, âIâll get you another drink if you tell me his name.â You look back at him once you reach the staircase and climb a few steps ahead of him.
Ghost stares into your eyes like a dead man, you almost think youâve gone a bit too far. âNo.â
You give him an exaggerated pout and turn back to the front to see where youâre going. âIf you arenât jealous, you shouldnât have a problem with it.â
âNo,â he huffs, irritation growing steadily. âAsk again and Iâll have your head.â
You quicken your pace on the last few steps, skirt bouncing from the motion; Ghost doesnât bother to look away. He follows you back to the table where Laswell and the others are chatting quietly.
You lean down to set the drinks on the table, and Ghost takes his chance. His hands hover around your hips, bulge brushing against your ass as he moves behind you to sit down in his seat.
âSorry,â he muses in the most unapologetic tone youâve ever heard from him. Itâs Simonâs eyes that look into yours, like a challenge. A really, really horny challenge. âHad to get past you.â
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~ inumaki toge // fushiguro megumi ; jujutsu kaisen
â§Ë ¡ . S Y N O P S I S : at night, you and your sorcerer friend take shelter in an inn room to take care of each otherâs wounds
â§âË c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, mentions of blood and injuries, making out, a bit suggestive maybe ?? (iâm still tagging it as fluff)
- gumiâs part: 'itâs complicated' friends to lovers, he tends to your wounds
- togeâs part : togeâs aware of your crush on him, you feel cursed energy through his kisses, onigiri ingredients in japanese, he uses harmless words at the very end, also uses cursed speech on you in the last sentence lol, you tend to his wounds
â§âË a / n : wasnât intending on posting this but anyways, this shots turned out kinda cute so, wouldâve been sad to keep them to myself, also putting them together because both follow the same scenario and have many similarities
the reader feeling togeâs cursed speech was largely inspired by this đŤśđť
also donât question the fact that theyâre in an inn room instead of the infirmary or smth okay just go with the flow bye đ
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You and Megumi somehow managed to check in the room without much questioning. Entering an inn late at night looking like you just got beat up was definitely something that would raise the front desk ladyâs eyebrows, but you figured you had just gotten lucky.
You closed your eyes and sighed, Megumiâs footsteps came closer. You were sitting in the kitchen counter, knees apart from each other so Megumi could stand in between and attend to your wounds just like you had done before with his. His fingers lifted your chin up so he could see better under the roomâs dim light. He pressed an alcohol drenched cotton ball lightly over your left eyebrow, making you jolt.
âOuch!â
âSorryâ he mumbled âIâm almost done.â
Your eyelids opened slowly, finding him close to you, his dark eyes fixed on your wound. You studied his face in the meantime, long lashes contrasting with his pale clear skin, yet blending with his black irises.
âCanât believe after all this time of being friends we just had our first mission together.â
âIâm guessing Gojo wasnât sure of what would work well for usâ
âThatâs not what I mean, I mean we did great!â
He scoffed in slight amusement.
âYeah, I knew we wouldâ
âYou mean you knew because I kicked your ass the last time we sparred?â a cheeky smile appeared on your face.
âAs far as I remember, I was declared the winnerâ he raised an eyebrow
âSmall details, truthfully it was a tie.â
âRightâŚâ Megumi decided to cut the conversation, focusing more on wiping dry blood from your skin.
Finally he exhaled, his hand moved away, examining your face carefully. A soft frown appeared on his face as his eyes fell on your lips.
âDid you cut your lip?â
âOh? Not that Iâm aware of, it doesnât hurt.â
âItâs bloody.â
Megumiâs fingers on your chin tensed up, sliding the cotton ball over your lip and then discarding it. He tilted your head to the right, blinking and squinting. With the same hand he was holding your jaw, he swiped his thumb over the lower lip.
With widened eyes you stared at him, alarm bells suddenly going off in your head and your irregular breathing hitting his skin, his gaze fixed on the way your soft lip molded under his fingertip. Tangled thoughts raced in your head, trying to figure out the sudden change in the atmosphere and the accelerating pace of your beating heart.
âItâs not woundedâ Megumiâs voice was barely audible and you noticed the way his body had just gotten as stiff as yours, probably gaining awareness of the context you were both were surrounded by: him in between your thighs, under the cover of dim lightning and the silence of the night, being the closest to one another you had ever been.
Dark eyes wandered over your mouth, following his thumb as it now slid to the other side. Hesitantly, he moved even closer until his lips hovered over yours. The anticipation that filled the room made sure to cut off both your breathing and his. But then, Megumi closed the distance between your mouths, lashes lowering and hidden feelings bursting out into the open. Megumiâs kiss was soft, and you made sure to reciprocate slowly, easing into the unknown sensation of kissing him.
When the kiss stopped he remained still. Your shaky hands slid up his shirt, fingertips grasping the fabric to keep him in place for as long as the sweet burning sensation sat on your guts. You weren't sure of what came over yourself, maybe it was the curiosity of having him as more than a friend. Maybe it was the thoughts that had constantly whispered at the back of your head how attractive you thought he was, the thoughts you had made sure to ignore and so you never acted on them. Maybe it was the thrill of crumbling his aloof and distant demeanor in between your hands.
Maybe it had been all of those things together, but you slightly and eagerly nudged your nose against his. And so he kissed you again, with a deep sigh of surrender and his hands roaming up your thighs. The sounds of kissing filled the kitchen, your tongue sliding across his tongue, his hungry mouth now fighting against your, your fists pulling from his shirt. His fingers squeezed your skin, a breathy exhale left your throat almost becoming a soft whine.
Megumiâs hands then settled on your hips, until he suddenly stopped, freezing in place and then pulling away from you to search for your eyes. You stared back in a bit of a daze.
âWhatâŚâ the black haired sorcerer tried to form a coherent sentence, but it seemed like his brain for once wasnât cooperating.
âIâŚâ you cleared your throat, blinking a couple of times âI donât know.â
He swallowed, trying to find words once again.
âListen, IâŚâ
âItâs okayâ nervously you tightened your grip on his shirt, now anxious of letting him go âwe donât have to talk about this today or tomorrow. We can just⌠forget it happened.â
Slowly, Megumi nodded.
âWe can just let it be⌠for tonight.â
âYeahâ you pulled him close again, his body relaxed as he followed your movement and searched for your lips once more.
âYeah, just for tonightâŚâ
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Togeâs eyes followed you around as you picked and discarded objects from the first aid kit. At first he was annoyed at how much you had insisted on taking care of the wounds your last fight had inflicted, but at a certain point he had stopped complaining and just⌠stared. Now, you knew Toge wasnât one to say much, because he couldnât, but even when he didnât say actual normal words he also wasnât one to shut up. There was always some 'okaka's and 'tuna's and he would gesticulate here and there, he just had to let you know his opinion on absolutely everything. But now⌠he was absolutely silent.
You walked over to the kitchen counter, where he had sat down begrudgingly and now he was just lazily waiting.
âBend over a little, will you?â you sighed, wet cotton in your hand.
His lavender eyes stared curiously, but he did as you asked and moved closer so you could reach for his face. There was a bloody scrape right next to his brow, product of a bad landing during the fight with the curse. You held your breath to gain courage and put aside your romantic feelings for the boy, then reached to cup his cheek with your left hand in order to keep him steady and started cleaning the almost dry blood.
He winced, a pitiful expression appeared on your face.
âSorryâ your voice softened âIâll be finished soon, donât worry, this is the last one.â
You expected him to say something, he wouldâve usually just muttered a 'shake' or something, and yet he didnât. When you were finally done you sighed once again, lowering your hands and grasping the edge of the counter.
âAlright, thatâs it, why arenât you speaking to me?â Toge raised a brow, as if your question was ridiculous to him âdonât look at me like that, you know what I mean.â
He pressed his lips against each other and then shrugged.
âAre you mad at me?â your brows almost touched, his eyes widened.
âOkakaâ he immediately shook his head.
âOh, so now youâre talkingâ he snorted, finally letting a small smile shine through âthereâs something off, I can tellâŚâ
He bit his lip and shrugged again, this time pointing to his head with his index.
âThinking?â
âShakeâ
âAbout what?â
His eyes seemed to shine in a peculiar way, trying to hold back a smirk. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that question for a while. Toge pointed at you, made a small heart with his index and thumb, and then pointed at himself. You blinked about twice, blankly.
âYouâre thinking⌠about you and me?â
He squinted and motioned 'more less', then repeated the previous gesture: you, heart, him.
âYouâre thinkingâŚâ you heart him. Suddenly your eyes widened, a blush rapidly crept up your face âyouâre thinking i like you?â
Toge then grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
âHuhâ you exhaled nervously, eyes shying away from him âright when i thought i was the best at understanding you seems like i still donât get what is going on inside that head of yours.â
He chuckled, his right hand searched for his phone in his pocket and then quickly typed something up in the notes app. You just expectantly watched him as he conveyed his thoughts into written words.
âIâm not thinking you like me, iâm thinking i know you like meâ
âNarcissistic much?â you quirked one of your eyebrows and he snorted âwhat makes you think that?â
âJust the way you look at me, and the way you act around me. Panda had pointed it out before but iâm just now thinking maybe he was rightâ
âI treat you just like all of my other friends!â you looked up at his eyes again, this time in defiance, but he tilted his head, raising his brows in disbelief âalright then, what have i done with you that i wouldnât have done with anyone else?â
With a smile, Toge rubbed his cheek and then placed his index right on top of yours.
âBlushing?â
âShakeâ
âYouâre insinuating that I have romantic feelings for you, of course iâm gonna be embarrassed!â
Rolling his eyes, he nodded. Then, he cupped your left cheek, raising your face towards his and supporting your chin with his ring finger and pinky. You frowned, quickly catching up with the fact that he was holding your face in the same way you had done just moments before.
â⌠I was just taking care of youâŚâ your whisper worsened your blush.
âalwaysâ
He chuckled at your shocked expression, the sound waves of his harmless words making you shiver. It wasnât everyday that heâd risk speaking normally.
â⌠well, yes, i care for youâ
âa lotâ you bit your lip, there was no denying that, so you swallowed your nerves and looked away, he snickered âyouâre cuteâ
Once again the surprise froze you, the power in his voice making your body tremble, what he had said made a sweet nervous feeling flutter around your stomach. He leaned in, you held your breath. Toge placed a lovely kiss on your lips, and you delicately but firmly kissed him back, the sliding of his lips on yours enticing and elating. A soft wave of cursed energy flowed through your mouth, but the moment he slid his tongue on your lower lip and you opened your mouth it rose in intensity. You had to cling from his shirt to keep yourself steady, the moment his marked tongue brushed against yours a sharp wave of electricity ran down your throat, pulling a whimper out from your vocal chords.
He pulled back to look at you and you panicked, embarrassed.
âIâm- oh god iâm so sorry!â your face was burning red at that point âitâs just that- i can feel your cursed energy.â
His eyes widened with surprise and worry, hopping off the counter his hands grabbed your shoulders.
âTakana?!â
âIâm fine! Iâm totally fineâ cupping his face you tried to comfort him, and it worked, he relaxed, but you pulled him closer again, your noses brushing âit felt⌠really niceâŚâ
You lips searched for his, Toge smirked in amusement to your reaction, but he complied. So slowly, he kissed you again. The feeling of his energy running trough you seemed to make the blood in your veins rush in bliss, pulling sounds from the depths of your chest. Suddenly his hand slithered to the back of your head and he deepened the kiss, the mark on his tongue making contact with yours and making you gasp and jolt against his body. Toge giggled, but caught you in his arms, resting his back on the counter.
âCome on Toge, wonât you have mercy on me?â you complained, Toge shook his head slowly, and by the way he smiled you knew he was about to pull one of his stunts.
âBe louderâ his lips immediately crashed back onto yours.
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My Little Bunny | Older!Eddie x Reader
For Evie, @oneforthemunny prompt for her writing challenge. âbased off the lore that older!eddie gets slutty on tequila lol. gimme tequila eddie. make it slutty. the og prompt was at the beach for a wedding of a cousin, if youâd like to follow that, but if not- where does it happen? how do you think it would go? donât spare a single detail please!!!!â I hope I did your man justice đ happy one year!
Happy new year! Here is some smut to start the year off right.
This is pure filth, donât look at međŤŁ
Cw: age gap, oral, p in v, ass play, anal. Minors DNI. Only slightly proofread so if you see a spelling mistake⌠no you didnât đ¤
âBunnnnnnnnnnnnnnyâ Eddie slurred. The man could not handle his liquor. But neither could you.
After what happened and the wedding, Eddie swore he wouldnât drink tequila for a very long time. However, tonight was special. Tonight, the baby was with your parents, and Bri was off with your sister for the evening. It was just you. And Eddie. Alone for the first time in what felt like years. Eddie was wining and dining with you tonight.
You convinced him to go to a bar to dance. Well, you danced, he watched. He watched your body; he loved the new curves you got from bringing Delilah into the world. You returned to the bar where he was sitting and ordered four tequila shots. Eddie had been nursing a beer all night; he was shocked at your drink of choice.
âBunny you know what happens when I drink thisâŚâ giving you a stern look.
âMaybe I wanna get a little freaky tonightâŚ. Itâs been so longâ you run your hands up and down his chest.
âI donât knowâ
âWhat if I gave you an insensitive?â
âAnd what would that be?â
âI want you to fuck my ass tonightâ you whispered against your husbandâs ear.
âBunnnnnnnnnnnnnnyâ Eddie slured again as you both stumbled into your home.
âFuck I need you. I need your tight ass so badâ
You canât keep your hands off one another. Your lips are attached to his neck, and your hands run up and down his body. You barely make it through the front door before your hands are trying to get down his pants.
Somehow, you make it to the bedroom. You were stripping your man with each step. Something inside of you was burning, and Eddie was the only thing to put it out. A visceral ache in your core, screaming at you to do something about it.
âI need you, I need you so bad,â you whined because he wasnât moving fast enough. You were already on the bed waiting for him.
Eddie giggled as he tried to unbutton his dress shirt, but it didnât seem to work.
âCome here,â Eddie coxed you closer to him. âI need your help.â
âArms up,â your mom instincts kicked in, and you pulled off Eddieâs shirt in one swift motion.
Without hesitation, you worked on his pants the second your fingertips left the fabric of his shirt. Your nimble fingers worked his belt, button, and zipper, and finally, why you craved most was released before you.
"God, you're so hot! How did I land a wife so fucking hot?"
You let Eddie cup your face, kissing you as he pushes you back onto the bed. His tongue parted your lips, and you gladly let him take charge.
It was needy and messy but so deliciously delightful. You missed your hundreds touch. Youâd been so busy being a new mom, and Eddie tried picking up extra shifts to make a little more cash so you could take a nice vacation this summer. You hardly spent time together. You needed this. He needed this. The fire in his belly was also burning the second you mentioned your perfect tight little hole wanting to be stretched and pounded by his cock.
âYou gonna be my good little bunny?â Eddie spoke as he slinked down your body so his face was level with your throbbing pussy.
âYes!â You had zero patients, and he thought it was cute.
âWell then... You gotta get nice and wet, fâmeâ
âAlready ammmmmâ you wined again. Why was he prolonging this?
âOh is she? I guess Iâll just have to see for myself.â Eddie didnât spare another second. His hands wrenched your legs open, pressing them as far as they could reach.
You let out a moan of pleasure when his mouth finally attached to your lower lips.
Eddie needed to taste you. He usually didnât do this often, but tonight you deserved to be thoroughly fucked. He needed to feel you cumming in his mouth, to taste you, to feel you. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned into your pussy.
âLooks like you were right, baby bunny, and you taste so good. Just canât get enough,â Eddie dove back in, flicking and licking at your clit. Your body was so reactive to him tonight. Letâs thank the tequila because it didnât take much to make you cum from his mouth.
âBaby, Iâm so closeâ
âAlready? But I just started playing with herâ he pouted.
âYes! P-please.â You stuttered.
âYou wanna cum? You going to cum for me?â
Unexpectedly, Eddie replaced his mouth with his finger just as you were on the brink. Before you could say anything, his finger was inside your wet fold, collecting all of your slick, and was quickly replaced by his mouth again.
You could feel the warmth building back up. Eddie continued to work your clit. All the while, his finger, drenched with your own natural lube, was starting to tease your other hole.
âOh my god,â you moan as his finger slowly makes its way inside.
âYou okay?â
âDonât stop!â You begged as your first orgasm washes through you.
âFuck, your tight little ass is sucking me in so good,â Eddie continues to finger you as you ride out your orgasm.
âGood bunny. Turn around, ass up, show me whatâs mine.â
You quickly obeyed his orders and flipped around so you could show him what he wanted. You loved when he got possessive.
âTell me what you want bunnyâ
âYou.â
âNu-uh,â Eddie tutted. âBe more specific.â
âEdddiiiieee, please, I need you.â
Eddie couldnât believe your extra brattiness tonight.
âNo,â a sharp slap filled the room and your ass stung. âTell me what you need, Bunny,â he spoke, and he massaged the area he slapped. Soothing your skin.
âYour tongue⌠and your fingers,â you pant.
âGood little bunny,â he smirked. âYou want me to tongue fuck your tight little hole? Get you nice and ready for me?â
âYes,â you sigh as you arch your back more so Eddie can see more of you.
âFuck bunny, youâre perfect.â Eddie gripped each cheek, spreading you open before dipping his head down.
When you felt his tongue make contact with your hole, you cried out again. You were revelling in the fact you were in an empty house. You could be as loud as you wanted.
âMmmmmm, you taste so good, Bunny,â he moaned into you.
âEddie!â
âYes, Bunny?â
âMore!â
âMore what?â
âPlease fuck my pussyâ
âYouâre such a good little slut for me. Good girl telling me what you wantâŚ. But is that all you want?â God, he was so condescending.
You let out an irritated huff. âEddie, please,â you begged as you wiggled your ass in the air to entice him.
âYou need to behave, little bunny, or else youâre not going to get what you want.â Eddieâs hands gripped your cheeks tighter.
âIâm sorry, I just need you so badly babyâ
âOhhh, I like that; tell me more.â
âI need you so bad! Iâm aching for you. Please.â
âThatâs my good girl.
Eddie lined up his cock with your wanton hole and slowly stretched you out.
âThank you.â You sighed with relief.
His thick long cock stretched out your walls. You couldnât help yourself as you rocked your body back and forth onto his cock.
âThatâs it, bunny. Show me what you really can doâ he slapped your ass again. You rocked your knees and hips back onto Eddieâs cock as he stood at the edge of your shared bed.
âMmmmmmâ
âMore!â
You felt a wad of spit drip down your ass, lower and lower, until Eddieâs fingers found it and rimmed your picked hole. As you rocked your body against Eddieâs cock he dipped in his single digit, adding another and another until you stretched out.
Your body is screaming; Eddie was making you feel so good.
âOk, bunny, youâre going to ride me, bounce on this cock and show me how good of a Bunny you are.â
âYes, please. Need you.â
Eddie pulled out so he could get underneath you, but not before he reached the nightstand to pull out the lube you had stashed away for nights like these.
âYou ready for me, baby?â He asked as he covered his cock in the slippery substance.
âYes,â you swung your leg around his hips, aligning yourself with his hard cock that lay on his stomach.
âMy beautiful girl,â he whispered as he guided your hips down onto him.
âOh fuckâ you both grit out in unison.
You watched as Eddie glazed over with lust.
âFucking so good. Damn, tight.â Eddie gritted through his teeth.
He planted his feet on the mattress to ground himself. His hips started thrusting up into you, matching your strokes.
âFuck fuck fuck I love the way you take my cock. Tell me how much you love this cock.â
âI love it,â you panted as you bounced on his cock. You felt so full, so complete. So ready for his cock to fill you.
âBaby, touch me,â you commanded.
Eddie dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth as his hand found your pussy, finding your clit. A rush of pleasure ran through your body as his mouth and hands explored your body.
âOh baby,â you threw your head back with pleasure.
âHow much do you want it, baby bunny?â
âI want it so bad!â
âWhat do you want?â
âYour cumâ
âSucha little slut, want me to fill your ass with my cum?â
âYes!â
Eddieâs hand never stopped working your clit. You could feel the pleasure build and build. Your legs were burning, but it was in measure to how Eddie was making you feel.
âYouâre close baby I can feel you clenching down on me so tight.â He squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure.
âCum for me, baby, cum for me, then Iâll fill you up so good youâll be leaking for days. Do you want that? To feel my cum dripping out of you tomorrow?â
âFuck. Eddie!â You cried out as your body clenched around his cock, cumming hard.
"Eddie continued to pound into your ass until he unloaded up into you, filling you up just like you begged him to do.
Your body went limp and your soar muscles rested as you lay your weight fully on your husband.
"Remind me again. Why don't I do tequila?" Eddie laughed as his brain released serotonin. "That was amazing." He kissed the top of your head.
"Remember that question tomorrow, big boy." You giggled, and Eddie finally pulled out of you.
"Come on, Bunny, let's get you cleaned up. " Even in his drunken state, he still needed to take care of you.
"Can't move. You fucked me too well." you sighed.
"I think you did most of the work Bun, you fucked me."
"I did, didn't I?" You smile at the realization.
"Don't get cocky now" He slapped your ass, and you jumped up out of bed with Eddie following close behind you.
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ËË°â˘*â⡠CHASING THAT FEELING
ŕŠâĄâËâ˘. 'TILL YOU'RE MADE OF ME! gojo satoru & geto suguru (separated) âšË. âĄ
tags: breeding and breeding!, possesive behavior, unprotected sex, god complex, cult leader!geto suguru, crazy in love!gojo satoru, mentions of killing, mating press, overstimulation, dumbfication, tummy buldge, use of nicknames (doll, princess, love, baby, queen, house-wife), fluff if you squint your eyes to the point you can barely see. rbs & comments are appreciated! may gotten too lost writing for geto lol.
gojo satoru
this man wonât let you chase the feeling and would give it to you in a plate made for gold. It would become too much for your own goodâ most of the time it happened once he came back from a long and exhausting mission he needed to take care of. he was never really in a bad mood, but this mission specifically made his eyes twitch and even raise his voice at Yuuji once he came back.Â
âCan you believe those fuckers made me do that?â his voice was low, sounding almost like a demand to you, âI⌠I could easily snap my fingers and disappear the higher ups if I wanted to. What stops meâ Iâm literally a god to themâ a specific hard thrust made your eyes roll, already fucked dumb with how he was using your body, like if you were just a fuck toy made for him.
âWouldnât that be a better idea mhm?â a small whine came out of him when his already sensitive cock was feeling that familiar sensation that made the both of you see stars, âkill them and just stay all day fuckinâ this pussy? my pussy.â his hands gripped your hips in even a more possessive way like if youâre going to escape from him any moment. âwhat dâya think so doll? make you a mommy with how much cum i would dump in you, fill you up, be my little house-wife hm?â
in less than a second he had your legs up, almost breaking you in halfâ his thrusts becoming erratic and somehow faster than before. you could sense your night lamp blinking and some furniture shakingâ gojo couldnât take it anymore, he was so pent up this whole week he kept imagining infinite ways to fuck you and make you pregnant so he could no longer be away from you.
âMhmgh- this fuckinâ... fuck.â with that last thrust you forgot how many times you had come in the night, thinking you really just passed out because of the overpleasure, you felt gojoâs body suddenly fall into youâ heavy breathing coming out of him, âare you okay baby? this was⌠shit.  âm sorry- guess i missed you a little too much.â
geto suguru
he even got weirded up with himself after feeling something other than hate towards humans. but the way his heart softened each time he was you talking with mimiko and nanako made him feel that homely feeling againâ he wouldnât trust someone else to take care of them, fuck, he doesnât even let manami go inside his room but the he has you there inside taking not only care of those two small cute monsters but of him too.
âAh⌠Shit- why i didnât do this sooner?â there was a small bump adorning your tummy with how much cum there was inside you, each time expanding a lil more when getoâs cock filled you up again and again. âFuckkkkk, should this be it? Make you mine? Fill you up and get you knocked up huh?â he thrusted inside you hard making you roll your eyes and fill your eyes with tears.
âI bet you would love that- All those stupid monkeys would be jealous, youâd be their queen, my queenâ câmon, tell me how much you want this baby.â his movements became slower, giving you some time to breathe and answer his question. face getting closer to yours he licked away the pleasure tears youâve been displaying to him, âplease âsugu- please make me yours- show those monkeys they have no chance with you, just⌠meâ geto left a long groan at that, giving you no time to react and coming in once âattaâ girl,â that smirk appearing on his face, âi will keep fucking this pussy day and night until youâre made of me princess�� ffuuckk-â you smiled at his words, cupping his faceâ eyes full of admiration towards to him even in this giddy state.
âfuck me until i belong to you my saviourâ you whispered into his lips, before you could kiss him he answered, âI already do my loveâ he smiled and then kissed your lipsâ not in a hungry way, but in a way he could express what he couldnât with words.
one of his hands crawled down until it met your nub of nerves, opening you eyes again to see his- âi canât âsugu, sâmuchâ -the pleasure was overwhelming, he was making sure you come dry, with no mercy he started rubbing that specific spot, making you arch your back, your pelvis touching his in the process. âthe last one baby, i promise⌠i⌠i just have to make sureâ
âplease baby⌠make me a dad, make me yours, and i promise i will even kill all the remaining monkeys in this world for you to be mine too.â you chuckled at his sentence, giving a small peck on his lips âaw âsugu, you know thatâs your purpose even before meeting me, the day i was born, i was made for youâ i belonged to you.â âfuck baby, donât say that, iâm only a god to those defenceless monkeys, you have all control over me.â
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