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FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 25/?

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.

⊹👩🏼‍💻 From the author: Almost the Christmas part. There's a lot going on here, and you'll also see Jungkook in action in the mafia stuff. What do you think about it? Did I do a good job with his character? 🥺 An amazing trip to Japan becomes a turning point. Thank you very much to everyone who reads 💜

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You know that I appreciate you very much and love you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋 Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 12: Christmas trip to Niseko.

Jungkook was sitting in a spacious office with panoramic windows that overlooked Seoul at night. The office of some kind of food company. A pretty good-looking one, judging by the look of the place.

Thick cigarette smoke was gathering under the ceiling, and in front of him, at a massive desk, sat a client of their services.

The man in the expensive suit was constantly adjusting his tie, trying not to make eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook didn't want to be here, and he had no desire to extort money from this miserable man. But that was his job. He was sitting in the man's office and acting like he owner the place.

"We had a deal!" - Jungkook said, slowly shifting a heavy black metal fist in his hands, a symbol that no refusal would be accepted. His voice sounded indifferent, but with a hint of threat. "You put your money on our fighter, we make sure he wins, and you pay the agreed upon share."

"I... I understand..." - The man began, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But my business is going through a tough time. I just need a little more time..."

Jungkook leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his voice became even quieter, but no less menacing.

"Your 'hard times' are not our concern. Namjoon has entrusted me with this matter, and I will not leave this office until I get what is due."

The man tried to look calm, but his fingers were trembling. He hesitated for a few more seconds and then walked over to the safe in his office. It was hidden behind a painting on the wall and he took out the wads of bills.

"Everything should be here. I didn't want to delay you... It just happened that..." - The man brought the money to the table and put it down carefully.

Jungkook took the money, counting it carefully before tossing the envelope on the table next to the couch where Jimin was sitting. He silently collected it and tucked it into his jacket pocket. Jimin then took out the letter of commitment and tore it up in front of the man, who was pale with fear.

"Honesty is what keeps Namjoon's business afloat." - Jungkook said as he stood up. "Remember that the next time you want to delay a payment."

Jungkook and Jimin got into a black Mercedes Gelentwagen and pulled out of the parking lot. Their car was followed by a similar black Mercedes Viano. Jungkook drove the car, while Jimin checked his phone.

"How annoying are these assholes." - Jimin broke the silence. Jungkook listened attentively, but he was thinking about his own. "It was only 100 million won, and it took so much time." - Jimin complained.

"Yoongi asked us to do it, otherwise Namjoon would have been angry. You know he likes when to pay on time. Besides, I told you I could go by myself." - Jungkook explained why it was necessary.

"Whatever. I just wanted to walk my ass. It's been a long time since I've done this kind of work." - Jimin said and smiled.

"Then why are you complaining?" - Jungkook asked.

"I'm annoyed by these worthless bastards who still think they can bargain with us." - Jungkook nodded his head in agreement.

"What about the devices? Did you find out what happened to them? Why were they all corrupted?" - Jungkook asked, ending the previous conversation.

"Yes, I found out." - Jimin says slowly while texting someone. Jungkook waits patiently for a reply as he glances over at Jimin. He finishes and locks his phone. He gets comfortable in the seat and speaks. "Doohoon switched the devices when the shipment left Japan. He also forged the documents, so their logistics company was listed. It was stupid, to be honest. He should have just done it through a left-wing small company. But we would have known it was him anyway. With the help of the subsidiary, I figured it out in two minutes."

"I see. Do you know where the working devices are?" - Jungkook asked after listening to Jimin.

"I know. Niseko is on the island of Hokkaido." - He replied. Jungkook was a quick think. He could organize a trip there under the guise of some business with his Japanese partners. Pick up the devices and try to sell them again. And he'd deal with Doohoon as soon as he was done with this case.

"Listen, Jimin." - Jungkook wanted to share his thoughts. "What if I fly to Japan and return these devices and try to sell them? By myself." - Jimin smiles at Jungkook's idea.

"Are you ready to organize all this shit and fly to Japan?" - Jimin asks.

"You got any better ideas? If Namjoon finds out that Doohoon did this, everyone will get hurt. And me the most. I don't want to add another 50 million dollars to my debt." - Jungkook argues. Jimin agreed with Jungkook's statement.

"You're in luck, my dear friend." - Jimin suddenly says. Jungkook tries to understand what his words mean. "Yoongi came to visit yesterday. He told me that Doohoon's father is negotiating with our partners in Japan. He wants them to directly cover the transportation without us. In return, he's offering them a special deal - to transport their goods all over Asia for next to nothing." - Jungkook raises his eyebrows. Like father and like son. Why are they such a pain in the ass?

"Does Namjoon know?" - Jungkook asks.

"Yes. That's why Yoongi is asking me and Taehyung to go to Japan to check this information and meet with Kazuhiro Yamada. I can take you with me so you can do some work with the devices. You can also help us with the negotiations. The more you work on company business, the more you'll be in the boss’s good graces. Besides, it's Christmas next week, so we'll celebrate it by going skiing." - Jimin suggested.

Jungkook is really lucky. This business with the Japanese mafia member has come at the perfect time. He needs to use it to avoid the disaster that awaits him.

He's going to fly to Japan and he's worried that it might take a long time. Maybe 5 days or even a whole week. He can't leave you without him for that long.

He might try to put a guard around you, but you might react aggressively to that. Probably, he should be sent you to your parents for Christmas, but he's not sure if it will be safe either. There, Doohoon will be able to pursue you even more brazenly than here. He will try to gain your parents' trust by referring to school friendships. In addition, he can present himself to your parents as a cool heir to a large company, and then they will definitely lose their vigilance. Under no circumstances should you be left alone.

"Jimin-hyun." - Jungkook calls out. "You do realize that I can't leave Y/N alone in Seoul, given Doohoon’s sick antics. I have to take her with me." - Jimin thought seriously about Jungkook's words.

"Jungkook, it's risky. We won't be alone, and the cause we're traveling for is serious. I don't think Y/N will be safe there with us. Should we put a guard around her? I can order my brother to follow her." - Jungkook presses his lips together. He nervously plays with his lip piercing. No, that's not an option. He'll worry too much. If Doohoon finds out that Jungkook isn't around, he'll act. Jungkook doesn't like him being quiet and deceptively calm as it is.

"No. I’m taking she with. We'll pretend it's a Christmas trip to a ski resort. I'll be calm if she's in front of my eyes." - Jungkook stood his ground. Jimin quickly gave up. He knows Jungkook, if he's worried about something, he'll do it his way.

"Good. Then Y/N will come with us. She'll be happy, I think." - Jimin thought. "Want to sleep in the same room with her to make sure Doohoon isn't stalking her?" - He joked. Jimin looked up from the road and noticed Jungkook's sly smile.

"Good idea, Hyung. I couldn't think of a way to sleep in the same bed with her." - Jungkook replied sarcastically. Jimin laughed.

"Dude, this is a good opportunity to fuck her with romance and not just at home on the couch." - Jimin suggested. His voice is too cheerful.

"I'll think about it." - Jungkook only says.

"Go ahead and admit it to your best friend and favorite, Hyung. You're fucking her." - Jimin tries to find out the truth for the umpteenth time. He doesn't believe in Jungkook's excuses. The way he protects and cares for you speaks for itself.

"Why are you so interested in this? I don't care who you're fucking." - Jungkook replies.

"You live together and look like a couple. You should get together. She's a good girlfriend for you." - Jimin assures.

"A good girlfriend for me..." - Jungkook repeats his friend's words quietly. "But I'm a bad boyfriend for her." - He says with bitterness in his voice.

"She wouldn't turn her back on you if she knew who you really are. That's why I say you're perfect for each other. I've known her for a short time, though. I have a talent for reading people." - Jimin reassures Jungkook. He doesn't answer and continues to drive, heading to “Mono Corp”.

You are blinded by the daylight, which is enhanced by the abundance of snow around you. The frosty air of Niseko greeted you with a sharp gust of wind that made you wrap yourself even tighter in your down jacket. Even the warm scarf wrapped around your head couldn't protect you from the small snowflakes flying into your face.

The snow-covered mountain slopes sparkled around him, and the Art Nouveau buildings blended harmoniously into the winter landscape.

Jungkook confidently stepped to the black minivan, shaking the snow off his heavy boots. His gaze slid across the parking lot in nearly airport, where expensive cars were parked. The other guys followed him out: Jimin was adjusting his hat with a slight smile, Taehyung was holding his camera, taking pictures of the beauty around him, and Hoseok and Jin were having a fun argument about whether they would go skiing or save it for tomorrow.

You remember Jungkook coming home earlier than usual two days ago. He asked you about your plans for Christmas. You suggested that he go to Suwon. But he made you a better offer. Jimin wanted to go to a ski resort in Japan. So he suggested it to Jungkook and a few friends. Jungkook said he would go, but only if you went with them.

You'll be a little confused. Celebrating Christmas in Japan is very cool. But why is Jungkook so insistent that you go? That's suspicious. Maybe he's nervous about Doohoon again? Anyway, Jungkook carefully left you with no choice. So this year, instead of Suwon, you'll be celebrating Christmas in Niseko.

You've never seen anything like it before. Niseko looked like a postcard: a small town with narrow, snow-covered streets that resembled a fairy-tale maze.

The air was piercingly clean and fresh, making every breath seem cold and new. Here and there, neat houses with roofs that bent under the weight of the snow stood on the roadsides, and wooden signs in Japanese added charm to the local flavor.

The city center had a special atmosphere: the noise of coffee shops, the smell of hot chocolate and ginger, and the laughter of tourists and skiers returning from the slopes with red cheeks and shining eyes. Small shops with oriental souvenirs, red lanterns swaying in the wind, and soft light from the lamps created a warm, cozy aura in the middle of a snowstorm.

When you all arrived at the hotel, you felt heart sink. A tall wooden building stylized in traditional Japanese design, but with elements of modern design. The sleek dark glass facade that reflected the surrounding mountains and neon accents created the impression of an ultra-modern building that stood aloof in the snowy landscape. Large panoramic windows offered a view of the snow-capped mountains, which seemed so close that you could touch them with your hand.

Expensive SUVs were parked at the entrance, under a wide canopy, and hotel staff in matching black coats were helping guests with their luggage.

"Not bad." - You muttered, gazing at the luxury that seemed a little cold, but alluring.

The guys left the minivan and you set off to checking into the rooms. It had been a long journey and you were tired.

Inside, the atmosphere was completely different. The hotel greeted you with warm light and high-tech style, combining metal structures, mirrored ceilings and soft furniture in muted colors.

In the center of the lobby was a huge installation in the form of a waterfall - water flowed smoothly over the glass, creating a quiet, soothing noise. The walls were covered with large LED panels with animated landscapes - either starry skies or snow-capped peaks that looked almost real.

You turned your head in different directions, looking around and admiring every detail. This hotel is so luxurious, you didn't expect to live there during holidays. A night here must cost a fortune.

But you were even more embarrassed when you were escorted to the floor where it turned out that only the six of you would be staying.

You were taken up to the VIP floor, where there were three presidential suites. It seemed to be a completely closed floor only for very important guests. You were wildly uncomfortable with this luxury.

You were put in the apartment with Jungkook. Taehyung wanted to suggest that you stay with him, but when he saw Jungkook and Jimin's angry looks, he agreed that you would be more comfortable with your best friend.

The lux apartment was big. It was twice as big as Jungkook's apartment. The interior was minimalist but expensive: gray walls, black furniture with metal elements. There were two separate bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large living room, a sort of dining room that smoothly transitioned into a living room, an office, and a dressing room. On the wall, like in the lobby, there was a screen with landscapes that changed depending on the settings.

You walked around these rooms and didn't understand why everyone decided to live here.

Jungkook met you in the living room in a confused state. He brought in your luggage and came closer. He put his arms around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. Finally, you were alone with no prying eyes.

Your mind was a little foggy. Jungkook's lips and tongue distracted you from the pressing questions that were swarming in your head like bees in a hive.

When you had enjoyed the kiss enough, you decided to ask.

"Kook... this place so expensive. We could have checked into a regular hotel." - You said.

"Why, you don't like it here?" - Jungkook was surprised.

"No. I really like it here. It just seems too expensive. It feels like we're accompanying the president." - You joked.

"It's not the most expensive hotel here. But it's Jimin and Hoseok's favorite place to stay. They vacation here every year." - Jungkook was almost lying. They don't vacation here every year, but they come every time they meet with their Japanese partners. "Don't worry about the money. Just relax." - Jungkook reassures you. You smile and relax. You have to ask Jimin where he gets the money for such a vacation every year.

Jungkook let you go and went to the things that were already in the room. You decided to go to the window. The view was so breathtaking that you could hardly contain your excitement when you saw the snow-covered slopes and the illuminated streets of Niseko shining in the evening light. The huge panoramic window offered a view of the main mountain of the town, whose peak was hidden in the clouds.

But there was something that made you absolutely delighted. It was the jacuzzi on your floor. It was not just a jacuzzi, but a real mini-pool with warm steaming water surrounded by black tiles. It took up almost half of the terrace, and it offered a fantastic view of the mountains, snow-covered forests, and distant ski slopes illuminated by night lights. When you were looking at it with Jungkook, Jimin and Jin, you realized that you couldn’t swim in it. You didn't know there would be a Jacuzzi, so you didn't bring a bathing suit.

"Kook..." - You grabbed Jungkook when he was a little in front of you. Jimin and Jin were looking around the bar behind you.

"What's wrong baby?" - Jungkook turned his head.

"You didn't tell me there was going to be a jacuzzi and I didn't know. I didn't bring my bathing suit." - You said disappointedly looking at the water.

"I'm going to go to the centre city now. Jimin asked me to go with him on business. I'll buy you one, it's no problem." - Jungkook reassured you. You were instantly happy.

"Really? Why didn't I think of that?" - You complained. "Maybe I'll go with you and choose for myself..." - You suggested, but Jungkook interrupted you.

"No. I'm sorry, baby, but we're going to be gone for a long time. We'll be back in the evening..." - You trailed off. "You better get some rest from the road, and we'll all go to a restaurant in the evening. Just tell me what color the swimsuit should be, or better yet, send me a picture." - Jungkook says and leaves without waiting for an answer. You look at him. Did he come here to work or to rest? Is he hiding something again?

"How long will you be gone?" - You ask, throwing it at his back.

"Until the evening, probably. Are you hungry?" - Jungkook suddenly stops and turns to you.

"No." - You reply shortly.

"If you want, order room service. Don't be sad, we'll be back soon." - Jungkook throws in a final word and the three of them leave the terrace, leaving you alone.

You spent most of the day in your room. You tried to sleep from the road, but it didn't work. You called your parents and you talked about the road and you told them that Jungkook had brought you to a nice hotel.

After you talked to your parents, Taehyung and Hoseok came to visit you. You together talked a little about the resort. Hoseok told you that the food here is great and there are many interesting things to do. You were interested in talking to Hoseok. He was nice and smiling all the time.

You were introduced to Hoseok and Jin at the airport when you arrived with Jungkook. Hoseok and Jin are older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. All three of them were polite and respectful talks to their oldest.

Although if you looked at Jin, who was the oldest in your group, you had the feeling that he was the youngest. He was constantly making strange but very funny jokes, and Hosok was bursting out laughing every time. You could see that all the guys were very warm with each other and you could even feel they’re like a family.

You were introduced as Jungkook's best friend. Taehyung wanted to make a joke about you and your relationship, that it was on the verge of being serious, but he got a punch in the ribs from Jimin and fell silent.

It was interesting for you to meet new people, especially Jungkook's friends, who turned out to be a lot. And it seems they are not just friends. They were his close friends. Were they all connected by work, or did Jungkook know some of them much earlier? You wanted to know absolutely everything.

When the sun began to set outside, you realized that the room was very boring. Taehyung and Hoseok left, and you spent the rest of the evening watching TV. But it was still very boring. You decided that you would take a walk around the hotel, maybe find something interesting to do until Jungkook and Jimin came back.

Just as you were about to leave the room and headed for the front door, Jungkook walked into the apartment. He was looking at you in surprise, realizing that you were going somewhere. He was holding a black bag with a Mitsukoshi emblem on it, and another black bag which he threw it over his shoulder.

"Going somewhere?" - Jungkook asked as he approached you.

"I wanted to go for a walk." - You said. Jungkook stopped one step away. "You're back sooner than I expected." - You smiled. You were glad that he had already arrived.

"I bought a swimsuit for you." - Jungkook says and hands you a black bag. You mentioned that you didn't send him a photo, which means he bought it to his taste. I wonder what it looks like. Your smile grows even wider and you eagerly take the package in your hands. You walk over to the couch and sit down. You pull out the swimsuit and look at it.

It is a black two-piece swimsuit with an asymmetrical design. The top has one wide strap on one shoulder. There is also an additional horizontal stripe below the chest line. The lower part of the swimsuit is a high-waisted thong that emphasizes the waist.

This swimsuit looks very sexy. You look over at Jungkook, who smiles smugly.

"When you picked out this swimsuit for me, you must have forgotten that we're not alone. Will you be okay with me showing my ass to all the guys?" - You asked ironically.

"Who says they'll all be there when you're in a bathing suit?" - Jungkook asked you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"You're not going to ban them from the terrace. What if they want to take a Jacuzzi at the same time as me?" - You argued.

"Then let them look at you. I don't mind. You don't have to wear a burka just because of me." - Jungkook replied. You smiled. Well, if Jungkook doesn't mind, that's fine. But you know one hundred percent that he will be jealous of you.

He could have bought you a less revealing swimsuit, but if you already have this one, you don't have to worry. You didn't really want to swim with everyone else, but if it happens, it looks like you'll be in the water until everyone else leaves.

"And you won't be jealous of me?" - You ask, hugging Jungkook's neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and smiles a centimeter from your face.

"I think I'm going to die of jealousy." - Jungkook confesses. You laugh.

"You chose this, so it's your fault." - You say. Jungkook can't stand so close to you without kissing you. So in a moment, your smile disappears under your friend's lips. You feel his tongue, his sweet lips, and moan softly at the sensations.

"Let's go to the jacuzzi. I want to see that swimsuit on you." - Jungkook suggests, pulling away from your lips.

"But the guys are here. We can't go alone." - You warn.

"They're not here. They're gone on business." - Jungkook reassures you.

"Business? Did you come here to work or to rest?" - You said with a bit of dissatisfaction.

"They went to buy equipment for tomorrow's descent from the mountains. I met Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin in the parking lot when I arrived." - Jungkook explained.

"And Jimin? Did you come without him?" - You ask. Jungkook smiles. You are so inquisitive.

"He met his friend at the mall and went for coffee. I didn't want to sit with them, so I came to you." - Jungkook answered your question. You were happy to have all the answers.

"So can we sit in the jacuzzi together?" - You asked.

"Yes. We have time until they all come back. Go get dressed, I'll change too and I'll wait for you there." - Jungkook says and lets you go.

You go to the terrace, which contains a huge jacuzzi, more like a swimming pool. The light is low, and the sun is setting outside. It paints the tops of mountains and houses red and it's a magical sight.

Jungkook is sitting in the water. His hair is wet and drops of water are running down his face. It looks like he's been taking a dip. Steam is coming out of the tub, and the terrace itself is stuffy. You can feel the steam enveloping your body as soon as you get inside.

Jungkook watches you as you approach. You take off your robe and find yourself wearing only a swimsuit. It fits you perfectly, emphasizing your lush and appetizing forms.

Jungkook looks at you greedily, biting his lip. He bites his piercing to quench the desire he has for you in your swimsuit.

You enter the water, feeling how hot it is. It instantly gives you goosebumps.

When you are completely in the water, you close your eyes. The hot water relaxes your body and you feel that all the tiredness that you had somewhere disappears. You open your eyes and meet Jungkook's attentive gaze. This lasts for a while and then he swims towards you. The sun is hiding behind him and you are impressed by this picture.

Jungkook swims up and captures you in his arms.

"Jungkook!" - You protest. "What if someone comes in..." - You warn, but you don't finish your sentence because Jungkook is already kissing you. You feel his strong body pressed against you in the water. You wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him back. You have an uneasy feeling. Anyone can come to the terrace and see you kissing. Jungkook grabs your tongue and sucks on it. You press closer to his body and feel his hands on your buttocks. He squeezes them, but the pressure is not great because of the water.

You pull away first, because the fear of being caught red-handed is stronger than your desire.

"I want to fuck you." - Jungkook says. You smile. Of course you want to, but not here.

"I want you too. But we're not going to have sex here." - You say.

"Then let's go to the bathhouse." - He suggests. This option is more attractive. You look at his handsome face and you are already burning to do it.

"Let's wait until the evening and do it in bed." - You suggest. But Jungkook doesn't hear you. He grabs your hand and leads you away from the water. You run after them, protesting.

Your body is steaming, red from the hot water. Jungkook's body is as hot as yours. He is wearing a pair of swimming trunks. He drags you into the bathhouse, which is quite large, and immediately closes the door and pounces on you with kisses. You respond with no less passion.

Jungkook's hand squeezes your buttocks hard. You feel yourself getting wet. Jungkook is pressing down on you with his whole body. His cock is pressing against your pussy and you want him to fuck you.

Jungkook breaks the kiss to go down on your neck. He kisses you carefully so as not to leave any marks. His hand simultaneously hooks the strap of your swimsuit top and lowers it around your waist. Your breasts are exposed, and Jungkook hurries to pay them proper attention.

You don't stand idle either. While he's busy kissing your nipples, you slide your hand into his trunks and find his length. You feel his glans and caress it with your finger. You feel the lubricant leaking from the end on your fingers and his cock twitches. You pull his swim trunks off, leaving them just above his knees, and pump your hand up his aroused length.

Jungkook feels your hand and stops kissing your breasts. He leans his head against your shoulder with a guttural moan and steals his hand somewhere near your head to enjoy your handiwork.

You pump his cock with quick strokes and feel its length harden with each movement. In the moment, you let go of his cock and touch his balls with your fingers, stroking them lightly. He hisses somewhere near your ear. You smile and turn your head to him and whisper in his ear.

"Let me suck your cock." - Your voice is seductive, gentle. Jungkook looks up at you with a blurred gaze and smiles defiantly. It means he's agree.

You sit down on a bench in the bathhouse. It's not high, and it's just perfect for Jungkook to stand comfortably in front of your face. You salivate at the sight of his swollen, erect cock. It's right in front of your mouth as Jungkook takes off his boxers and spreads his legs to make it comfortable for him to stand.

You lick your lips to get them wet and take Jungkook's length in your hands. He stops you for a second and leans in to kiss you one last time before you start blowjob. He kisses only your lips and then runs his tongue along your lower lip. Then he lets go and you get to work.

First, you lick the salty pre-cum that drips from the end of his cock. You take only the head into your mouth and pump your head a few times. Jungkook moans somewhere above your head. He is enjoying your warm, friendly mouth. He holds the back of your head with his hand and looks down at your lips, which perfectly envelop his cock.

Then you plunge his length deeper into your mouth and move your head back and forth. Saliva collects in your mouth and runs down your chin and out the corner of your mouth. You breathe deeply through your nose and try to take Jungkook's cock further into your mouth. He moans from above and the low bass makes you leak onto your trunks.

Jungkook grabs your hair and, like the first time, tilts your head to slide down his cock better. He's getting hard, and you can feel it with your tongue. But your jaw already hurts. Jungkook's cock is so big that you have to open your mouth wide, and your jaw gets tired and starts to hurt.

You think you can hold out until Jungkook comes, but he has other plans for you. He takes you off his cock, holding you by your hair. You look at him with innocent eyes, trying to understand what he wants.

"You suck my cock so well, baby. But I want to have your little pussy." - He says. You wipe away the saliva that has stained your face. Jungkook sits down next to you and takes your hand.

He makes you stand up and picks you up and puts you between his legs. He takes off your swim trunks and touches your labia with his hands. He swears at your excessive wetness. He puts his fingers in your entrance with one hand. With the other, he caresses your swollen clit.

You grab Jungkook's shoulders and try to stand on your feet. You moan with pleasure and Jungkook's skillful movements.

"Come on, baby, sit on my cock." - Jungkook invites you in a friendly manner. You don't have a condom and it might be risky. Jungkook must be reading your mind and is quick to reassure you. "I'll get you off in time." - Your friend assures you.

You agree and spread your legs to sit on top of him.

Jungkook holds his cock in his hands and guides it toward your entrance.

"Remember to be careful. Take your time and go slowly." - Jungkook says, tilting his head back to look at your face. His care was sweet.

You hold onto his shoulders as you lower yourself onto his cock. You bite your lip to hold back the slight pain and the feeling of his length inside you. You'll never get tired of this feeling.

When you've swallowed Jungkook's cock completely, you sit for a while to get used to it. Chonguk kisses your lips to fill the pause.

Just when you want to start moving, you hear someone's voice.

"Is someone here?" - You hear Jimin's voice. You are terrified. You squeeze Jungkook's shoulders. Your eyes are like 10 wons.

"Be quiet." - Jungkook whispers to you. He sees your scared eyes and tries to calm you down. He holds your buttocks in his hands and squeezes them to keep you still. It's a good thing Jungkook closed the door to the bathhouse.

You look at Jungkook with big eyes, and you hear your own heartbeat. Maybe a minute passes, maybe more, and you hear only silence. It looks like Jimin has left.

"Should we go? Let's finish this later tonight?" - You suggest in a whisper. But Jungkook is against it. He raises his eyebrows and whispers in displeasure.

"How am I going to leave with a hard-on?" - You look at his expression for a second and laugh softly. Jungkook doesn't share your mirth. He's not leaving this bathhouse until your pussy makes him come.

"Don't be mad, sweetie. I wasn't thinking. Let's finish the adventure ride quickly." - Jungkook laughs at your joke, and without warning, he shoves you hard. You scream in surprise and dig your nails into his soft body.

You get used to the sensations and start jumping on his lap too. His cock plunges deep with every movement. You feel dizzy with pleasant pleasure. You moan softly.

"My good girl." - Jungkook whispers into your neck. "Are you feeling good?"

"Yes." - You exhale.

"Come on my girl, cum on my cock." - Jungkook urges you. You speed up your movements and do as he asks. You feel yourself cumming with fierce pleasure. Jungkook continues to fuck you so that he can come too.

When he feels close, he grabs your hips and lifts you up sharply. You lift off his lap to a small height. You fall a little further onto his lap and Jungkook cums on his stomach. You watch breathlessly as he stops ejaculating. His semen runs down his stomach and he breathes rapidly. You lock eyes and both of you smile.

"It's fucking amazing!" - Jungkook says, louder than he should be. You hiss at him.

"Keep your voice down." - You complain. He smiles and takes your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You soften when his lips are against yours.

"You go first, I'll get cleaned up." - Jungkook says as he lets you go and you stand up from his lap.

Like that cat without a sound, you find yourself in the room almost instantly without meeting anyone on your way. Feeling like you've just had an orgasm, you hurry to the bathroom and take a quick shower. You're happy because you just had the most incredible sex with Jungkook. It's a beautiful place with a cozy atmosphere. Your mood is just perfect and nothing seems to be able to spoil it.

You put on a warm mint-green knit sweater with a deep V-neck and voluminous braids, and pull dark gray straight jeans with a high rise over your hips. You decide that you're going to wait for Jungkook in the room.

You're just clicking on your phone when you hear something fall in the next room. This is the room where Jungkook is supposed to be sleeping. You put the phone down and go to the room.

You walk in and run your eyes around. Everything seems to be in place and nothing has fallen. But suddenly, a slightly open closet door catches your attention. Something black looks out of it.

You approach the closet and notice that it is a bag. It is large and seems heavy. Somewhere on the side it is propped up by another bag, similar to the one you saw in Jungkook's hands. Most likely, this bag has moved the big one with its weight.

You grab the fallen bag by the handles, but it is too heavy. The sound of metal reaches your ears. You unzips, want to what could be so heavy in that bag.

You are frozen. The contents of this bag scare you to say the least. Hell, it scares the hell out of you.

Weapons. This bag is filled to the brim with weapons of all kinds. From small pistols to assault rifles. You open the bag wider and see ammunition, too. A lot of ammunition. Knives and what looks like stun guns. You pick up one of the pistols with trembling hands and look at it with eyes full of horror. It is heavy and cold.

You feel panic filling every cell in your body. Why does Jungkook have so many guns? Is he selling them? Is he going to kill someone with these weapons? Isn't a trip to Japan just about celebrating Christmas?

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#jungkook x reader #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x f!reader #jungkook smut #jungkook friends with benefits #bts mafia au

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girlboypersonthingy · 11 months ago

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Would it be ok to request Vox with an affectionate s/o?

More than okay, nonnie! I’ve been getting so many requests bro, literally every time I post one, I get like 2 more in its place. IM LIVING FOR IT, KEEP IT COMING YALL! But also plz be patient with me 🥺 been waiting for a request for my flat-faced prince. Tbh the first time I watched Hazbin, my immediate reaction to Vox was ‘OH NO HES HOT!!!’ So, enjoy these headcanons 😘

Notes: gn!reader, maybe a little ooc Vox?

Vox x reader- Affection 💋

Also oh my fucking godddddd the vest, him in a vest. I need more Vox in a vest PRONTO…🥵

Okay so like…bro is more dirty minded.

He’s genuinely confused when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand like ???

Oh….you’re not just trying to fuck him and get famous?

Cuteee~

Sure, he’s fucked and made out with ppl and probably done some other crazy shit but his experience with sappy romance and affection like you show him is very limited.

He’s pretty dense, he’s got a tough shell and doesn’t really understand love languages and stuff like that.

His love language is most definitely gift giving and I just know he’s terrible at actually showing his feeling through words or romantic gestures or physical affection.

It’s usually just like “Hey! I love ya! I got you this.” *insert item you’d flip your lid over*

At least he’s a good gift giver! He really does try to give you cool stuff he knows you’ll like but he’s still learning how to actually speak about his feelings and show it physically.

He tries to match your energy the best he can

Get him gifts!!! Plz he loves homemade gifts too- gift him art, sing him an original song, sew him something, whatever your skills or talents may be, use them and he’ll adore it and also praise tf out of you

You took time to make this just for him? ‘Marry me’

Besides fucking around with Val, Vox doesn’t get much affection so he very quickly falls in love with all the sweet affectionate touches you frequently show him.

It’s all so different than Val, so sensitive and genuine. It really makes him swoon~

Melts when you kiss the corners of his screen- there’s something about non mouth kisses that really gets to him

He gets a huge dorky love stuck grin when you sit in his lap and hug him close, also hugs you back super tight

Absolutely loves kissing you and then noticing the lingering smudges/lipstick marks on his screen later

Fix his bow tie while giving him a sneaky wink in front of his crew and he’ll huff and look away while trying to hold back a smile

Invites you on his nightly broadcast as a guest one time and quickly learned how embarrassed he becomes when you flirt and call him pet names on live TV in front of tons of viewers

After only 10 minutes of talking, giggling and giving him bedroom eyes, Vox was struggling to maintain his composure- you’re so fucking cute.

All you had to do was laugh loudly at one of his crude jokes about Alastor and call him your “honey bunny” and suddenly the entire V tower lost power.

Poor man literally short circuits over your darling voice calling him such soft names- he’s so down bad for you he can’t even hide it

Val and Velvette have that specific episode downloaded and saved to every device they own bc there’s no way they are letting this go, he’s never living this down

If you pause the video right before it cuts out, just before the power goes out, Vox has literal hearts for eyes and his entire screen briefly becomes this bright blushy pink color- that’s a color no one has ever seen on him

Just keep doing your thing, you little hopeless romantic, and you’ll see that color more often.

But Vox might have to leave you at home when filming bc he can’t control himself around you sometimes and you obviously can’t either 🖤

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x you #Vox Hazbin x reader #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the vees #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel vees #hellaverse

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reiding-writing · 11 months ago

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i LOVE your angsts

you can write something about the reader and spencer being apart after a conflict, being childish and sarcastic towards each other afterwards, and then, one of the cases ends in an explosion and, or, fire in which one of the two is trapped and alone, and the other takes risks to save him

who knows, maybe one of the two in the hospital is still delirious and asking to marry the other? anyway, you choose

basically two idiots in love and proud who can't bear the thought of losing each other

thanks 🥺🫶🏻

commitment [ s.r ]

You love Spencer Reid more than anything in the world, but committing to someone for life was not something to be considered lightly. A life or death situation might speed up the decision process a little.

spencer reid x gn!reader || angst || 4.0k ll masterlist!!

WARNINGS: commitment issues, fire, major character injury, miscommunication, happy ending

a/n: happy 29th of february? is that something to be celebrated? anyway, kinda took this one on a rollercoaster ride, enjoy :)

Spencer Reid wanted a family.

He wanted to get married, have 2.5 kids and live in a house with two cars and a white picket fence.

But he didn’t just want that with anybody, he wanted that with you.

You weren’t sure.

You loved Spencer with your whole heart, you really did, but after your parents’ failed marriage and your negative experiences with romantic relationships in the past, the fact that you’d even been in a committed relationship with Spencer for the last four years was an achievement in itself.

You’d talked about it a few times, but you’d always come to opposite decisions. Spencer wanted to settle down with you, and you were afraid to do so.

Your most recent conversation on the subject ended less as a conversation and more as an argument.

“So you don’t really love me then?” You could see the betrayal in his eyes at you again shutting down the idea, his tone carrying more upsetness than accusation.

“No Spencer of course I love you what are you talking about?” You can feel yourself nearing tears at his question. He was quite literally the person you loved most in the world, and to have him shut down your feelings because you didn’t see eye to eye with him broke your heart.

You spent the next few days staying with Garcia.

You tried to not let your disagreement with Spencer influence your work, but the fact that you wouldn’t so much as spare a glance at each other during office hours tipped off the rest of the team about your situation immediately.

“So,” Morgan leaned his hip against the counter of the kitchenette as you fixed yourself a cup of coffee, neglecting Spencer’s mug on the shelf instead of making both cups at once like you’d usually do.

“So?” You raise an eyebrow at his incomplete sentence.

“What’s going on between you and pretty boy?”

You sigh before he even finishes the question. “It’s nothing for you to worry about,”

“Your lover’s quarrel is ruining the vibes, it is most definitely something for me to worry about,” You roll your eyes at his response. Trust Morgan to find the most unserious way to express his concern for the two of you.

Logically you knew it was because he wanted to tread lightly, but that didn’t make it any less eye-roll inducing.

“So,” He leans forwards a little. “What’s going on? Did you disagree on whether Star Trek or Star Wars was better or something?”

You give him a deadpan stare and he immediately surrenders, raising up his hands as he concedes.

“What else do you have to argue about? You guys are like the most boring couple I know,” Morgan shrugs nonchalantly, and you halt the stirring of your teaspoon in your drink.

Boring? You weren’t boring. Were you? Did Spencer think you were boring? Did he think your relationship was boring? Maybe he only wanted to tie the knot in the hope that it would ‘reignite the spark’ or whatever people said.

“Hey.” Morgan snapped his fingers in front of your face, effectively pulling you out of your internal spiral.

“Hm?”

“I asked if it was serious, Garcia told me you’ve been staying with her the last few days,”

Curse Garcia and Morgan’s no filter relationship.

“Everything’s fine, we both just need time to cool off,”

“You’re sure?”

You have to consciously suppress a sigh at his continued questioning. Morgan was great, but god did he push.

“Yes Morgan, everything’s fine,” You spoke with enough conviction that you managed to convince him of your truth, although whether you believed it yourself was another question.

“Good, because if you two ever broke up I’m pretty sure the whole team would fall apart,” His tone tells you his joking, as does his expression as he leaves you to your coffee, but your brain isn’t as kind as to just let the comment fly over your head, and you’re sent into another spiral as you make your way back over to your desk.

Do the whole team really think of your relationship with Spencer as a vital part of its inner workings? What if it really didn’t work out? What would happen then?

Would the whole team fall into chaos?

You didn’t want to break off your relationship with Spencer. But what if it did happen?

Your thoughts leak into your body language, your shoulders tense as you sit down and your eyes not quite focused on the papers on your desk.

It didn’t help that Spencer sat directly opposite you either. It was like the world was trying to rub your conflict in your face every time you saw his hair in your peripheral vision.

You could feel his eyes boring into the top of your head, but you knew he wouldn’t say anything. It was one of the faults in his character, and yours you suppose, because even if he did ask you what was wrong you’d probably blow him off anyway.

The tension between the two of you was enough for Emily and Morgan to share a glance across the bullpen to each other, although they didn’t have enough time to corner you into asking what was actually going on as Hotch called the team into the conference room.

The silent feud between the two of you continued into the meeting, sitting on opposite ends of the table like you were two negative magnets being forced away from each other by an insurmountable pressure.

It was a little silly you think, to be so removed from each other after a single argument, but when Spencer put his foot down about something, he held his ground under any circumstance.

And so the two of you were destined to lie in a stalemate, sat seething in silent frustration with each other until one of you eventually caved under the pressure.

It wasn’t going to happen.

It was another fault of the two of you. You were both too damn stubborn for your own good, and it was beginning to affect your ability to work together.

You were supposed to be two sides of the same coin. Two gears intertwined and seamlessly rolling off of each other in perfect unison. Instead, you couldn’t even decide on the importance of a half-burned diary found at the scene of the last scene you’d arrived at, the fourth building set ablaze in Fallon in the last five days.

“This guy is clearly dealing with marital struggles, that could be our trigger,”

Of course he had marital struggles, because you couldn’t escape your own issues even when you were two-thousand miles across the country.

“We don’t even know if that diary belongs to our unsub,” You sigh exasperatedly as you slump back in your chair.

“It was a grocery store. Who brings a diary to a grocery store unless it’s something extremely important to them? It has to belong to our unsub.”

“Spencer-”

“You know that I’m more likely to be right about this,”

You can’t help but scoff at his statement, discarding your coffee mug on the round table and causing small brown droplets to coat the surface of the wood from the force. “You’re really pulling the intelligence card? Seriously?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Spencer shrugs his shoulders with a furrowed expression. “My intelligence is what got me here and it’s telling me that this diary belongs to our unsub,”

“And my experience is telling me that you’re fixating on this goddamn diary instead of looking for things that could be actually useful to finding this guy because you want to feel sorry for yourself by living through his struggles.” You gesture exasperatedly to the book in his hands, becoming increasingly frustrated with Spencer’s attitude towards you.

He might be smart, but you had almost half a decade on him in terms of experience. He had zero right to speak to you like that mid-feud or not.

“You’re angry at me, I get it. Don’t let it cloud your judgement.” You push yourself up from the table with a scowl, leaving your chair pushed out as you exit the station with the door slamming shut behind you.

“You’re sure this is the right place?” Morgan furrows his eyebrows as you approach the house, clearly run-down and looking as though no-one had lived in it in several years.

“I’m sure,” Spencer gave a determined nod as he un-holstered his gun, following the team into the house to sweep it for the suspect.

Despite your argument about the importance of the diary, Spencer had continues to fixate on it completely, leading to a partial name that Garcia had managed to identify and ultimately the house you were now running into.

You feel under-appreciated sometimes. Hotch always ended up going with Spencer’s choices, experience didn’t matter. It was like he had a tattoo across his forehead that read ‘I’m always right’ and everyone else took it as law.

But you’re not going to disobey direct orders, even if you did want to throw all of Spencer’s favourite books into a filled bathtub and watch him mourn over the ruined pages.

“Clear!”

You sweep the house room by room, you, Hotch, and Emily in charge of the ground floor whilst Morgan and Spencer went upstairs.

It was a complete ghost house. There was no electricity, no running water, smashed windows and moulded wallpaper, the furniture looked decades old and above all it just smelled horrific, a mix of leaking waste pipes and faulty gas lines. Were you seriously supposed to believe someone was living here?

“All clear up here,” Morgan emerged at the top of the stairwell with a shrug. “We got nothing,”

“Of course we don’t,” You mutter the words to yourself with a roll of your eyes, silently confirming your own victory at the obvious lack of human presence in the house Spencer was so sure belonged to the unsub.

“Alright, regroup outside,” Hotch called up to the two, gaining a nod from Morgan as he went to retrieve Spencer and bring him down as you exited the building.

“Nothing?” JJ tilted her head slightly as the three of you emerged, met with Emily shaking her head with a slightly awkward expression as she met your gaze.

“Nope, gross, but nothing,”

“Gross is right, it smelled like shit in there-” You clear your throat into your elbow like you’d managed to infest your lungs from the smell.

“Where’s Spence and Morgan?” You shrug your shoulders at JJ’s question heading back to the SUV to grab a bottle of water.

“Knowing Reid he’ll be over-analysing something,” Emily chuckles slightly, patting JJ on the shoulder as she follows you past her. “Morgan’ll get bored soon enough,”

“Are we going or what?” You call out from where you’re leaning against the car, water bottle being waved around in your hand as you gesture your impatience.

“Morgan and Reid are-” Emily stops as she spots Morgan walking out of the front door. “—Reid is still inside,”

“Of course he is,” You grumble to yourself with a roll of your eyes.

“He’s refusing to leave until he’s found something,” Morgan shrugs as he reaches Hotch’s side. “He’s adamant that there’s something to be found in there,”

“God seriously?” You groan out your words as you rejoin the group. “It’s an abandoned shit hole, there’s nothing to be found—”

A loud crash from the house interrupts your complaint.

Loud crashes are never good.

Neither is the bright orange flicker of light you can see through the front door. Definitely not when you’re working an arson case and Spencer Reid is still inside the house.

It’s like all the hours of you pondering how best to make Spencer suffer for his actions completely disappear as soon as the flames are in sight.

You couldn’t be angry at Spencer if he was dead.

The way the wooden beams of the door frame collapsed under the heat really cemented that thought in your mind.

“Spencer—”

Your attempt at running inside is promptly stopped by an outstretched arm that collides against your waist, winding you slightly and causing your expression to turn from fear to anger at the person who’d interrupted your attempt to vacate Spencer from the building.

“What are you doing?!” You push Morgan’s arm away from you harshly as you attempt to bypass him, but you don’t even get two steps forward before his arm is again blocking you from running into the burning building. “Get off me!”

“You can’t just run into a fire-” You continue to struggle against Morgan’s grip as he pleads his case to you, causing his voice to strain from the exertion of trying to keep you in one place.

“Morgan if you don’t let me go right now I swear to god-” Morgan withstands your threats with his strength, and you’re becoming increasingly resentful at just how much effort he’d gone through to stay physically fit.

“The fire department are on their way-” JJ’s voice is soaked in concern as she speaks, both hands clenched tightly around her phone as she stares into the open door of the house and the yellow-orange light that is quickly enveloping anything visible inside it. “They’re four minutes out,”

“Four minutes isn’t fast enough-”

“Hey-” Morgan continues to struggle against your writhing, planting both of his hands firmly against your shoulders and shaking them slightly in attempt to get your attention. “He’s going to be fine.” The uncertainty in his gaze tells you the opposite.

By the time you hear the sirens of fire engines rounding the street-corner, you don’t have the mental energy to feel relieved. All you can do is stare into the raging inferno that encapsulates the entire ground floor of the house and pray desperately that it didn’t manage to climb up the stairs. You know you’re being too optimistic.

You barely compute the obvious when a stretcher is prepared in front of the entrance, only coming to when you hear a worried gasp emanate from Emily at your side as Spencer is laid down on it after being recovered from the house’s master bedroom, very clearly unconscious and less clearly still breathing.

“Breathing is shallow, pulse is weak, we need to get him on oxygen,” The EMTs converse between themselves as they rush the stretcher into the fire ambulance, leaving you and your team to stand idly on the sidelines as both the fire and Spencer are taken care of by the firefighters on the scene.

You pace the waiting room on your heels, the sharp contact of your feet on the marbled floor leaving small shock waves to shoot up your legs as you walk. You couldn’t just sit down, you weren’t going to relax in a chair whilst the love of your life was possibly dying of asphyxiation. You were worried, terrified, and you had to release that nervous energy somehow.

If Spencer was here right now you’re sure he’d reprimand you for your nervous habit, rattling on about how heel-striking is dangerous for the health of your legs as it compresses your entire weight into a single point that can have bad impacts on your bones. Thinking about it just makes you feel worse, making you pace more and ultimately creating a self-fulfilling cycle where the more you thought about what he’d say the worse your actions would get.

At least you were actually in the hospital waiting and not back in the station waiting for a call. God knows you’d be more of a burden to the rest of the team than a help right now.

“Visitors for… Spencer Reid?” The nurse checks the clipboard in her hands as she speaks, and the second you hear the first syllable of his name you’re diverting your pacing to walk straight up to the nurse’s side.

“He’s awake but dreary, and he’s refusing any medication to help with the pain in his esophagus,” The nurse explains his conditions to you as she leads you down the hallway, shrugging her shoulders slightly at the mention of his refusal of pain medication.

“He can’t take narcotics, do you have any substitutes? NSAIDs?”

The nurse nods slightly at your explanation, checking her clipboard once more as she stops you at a wooden door. “I’ll have a look and see what I can find,”

“Thank you,” You give her a small nod and a smile as she leaves you at the door, suddenly even more nervous than you were in the waiting room. Not only was Spencer now in recovery for smoke inhalation and minor burns, the last ‘conversation’ the two of you had was an argument. A stupid, petty argument because you were both stubborn assholes who couldn’t agree to disagree on anything.

What if he didn’t want to see you? You were probably the last person he wanted at his bedside right now after everything that’d happened. Maybe you shouldn’t go in and see him.

Your hand is already opening the door. Okay, well, too late to second guess things now.

“Hey Spencer…” Your voice is barely a whisper as you enter the room, door shutting seamlessly behind you as you walk towards his hospital bed, fingers ringing together as a work around to release all of the nervous tension in your body without bursting into tears. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I ate a campfire-”

His words are enough to break the small tension between you, and you laugh softly in a mix of relief and worry. At least he was alright enough to be able to speak properly. The burn on his arm looked pretty bad though.

“You look like you ate a campfire,” You approach his hospital bed slowly, taking a seat on the plastic chair at his side and gazing over him with an entirely pitiful look in your eyes.

“I’m okay…” It was like he could read your mind, then again your sure that most people would be able to see how distraught you were right now, but Spencer was always the first to notice, and he languishly reached his hand out to rest against your knee.

You started crying the minute his fingers made contact with your slacks.

“I’m so sorry-” It felt a little silly to be crying in front of someone who’d just been trapped in a burning building and was probably experiencing an insane amount of pain from the lack of medication, but emotions don’t always follow logical boundaries. “I’ve been so- horrible to you and you didn’t deserve it at all-”

You’re sure you look like an absolute mess by now, tears staining your cheeks from your crying, a blotchy complexion from your stress, wrinkled clothes and ruined hair from constantly messing with them to try and find a release for all of your anxiety, but the way Spencer looks at you would have you assuming you’d stepped right off a runway.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for,”

“But-”

“Nothing.” Spencer shakes his head to the best of his ability as he shuts down your rebuttal, and he shifts his hand upwards to lie over your two hands clasped in your lap. “I shouldn’t have tried to pressure you into something that you’re not ready for, that was my fault, and for that I’m the one who needs to be saying sorry,”

“No I get it-”

“I made you uncomfortable and upset and that was never my intention,” Spencer continues to cut off your attempts to speak, something he’d usually rather die than do to you - or anyone for that matter - but deemed a necessity to stop you from lumping all of the blame on yourself when you had done nothing more than establish a boundary. A boundary that Spencer didn’t respect.

“I love you, and I want to spend every waking hour I have in your presence, I want to sleep with you in my arms and wake with you by my side. I want to experience every up and down with you and keep you safe and loved at every instance,” Spencer gives your hand a small squeeze as he looks at you, your reflection in his eyes one of pure beauty and perfection. “I didn’t do that for you in our last disagreement, and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me and allow me to make up for that moving forward,”

Spencer’s fingers ghost over the back of your hand, pressing small circles into the dips between your fingers and gently massaging your skin. “I want to do nothing more than love you, and a piece of paper and a pair of rings won’t change that either way.”

You swear that you melt with every word that leaves the boy’s mouth, and if he wasn’t currently hospital bound you’d smother his face in kisses until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

In respect for his condition you turn you affections to his hand instead, holding it up to your face and pressing deft kisses against the curve of each of his knuckles, silent tears still sliding down your cheeks. Tears of a different trajectory this time, filled no longer with guilt and frustration and instead replaced with the realisation of just how much you mean to Spencer Reid.

“I love you so much,” Your lips brush the back of his hand as you speak, his fingers dampening with the lingering moisture of your tears as you hold his hand like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the earth. “So much.”

The smile that breaks out on Spencer’s face could cure any ailment in your mind within seconds. “I love you too,”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #mgg #asks 🫶

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isadollie · 6 months ago

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hi anne! i wanted to request boyfie x fem!reader headcanons for daichi and kuroo from haikyuu?

btw loved your recent bokuto hubby drabble 🥺 you've really blessed us 🥺 i wanted to include bokuto for the ask but you wrote him so well in that drabble! 🤧 you can still include him in this request if you'd like 👀 might be fun hehe 🤭

thank you! 🤍🤍

boyfriend! daichi, kuroo, bokuto headcanons (separate)

★ hello anon! tysm for requesting<3

★ and omgg, i'm so happy you liked my little bokuto drabble! 🥹🥹 i included him in the headcanons here as well cause it's never too much bokuto am i right or am i right

♡ DAICHI SAWAMURA

★ super protective like omg

★ i feel like he loves to hold hands at all times

★ the sidewalk rule.

★ is veryy serious about your relationship

★ already plans your future together and loves to talk about it

★ always asks for your opinion though

★ "my love, when we get married, do you want to get a cat? a dog? maybe a hamster?"

★ can be a bit too serious sometimes tbh

★ like, when you guys are out with friends, sometimes you have to nugde him and be like "that person was joking btw" cause he just doesn't get itttt

★ that type of man that your family would love

★ might get late to the meeting with your family and then enter with a cute smile and be like "i'm so sorry, i met an elder lady on my way and i had to help her with grocery shopping"

★ he's that type to read every single book you said you liked, and watch all your favorite movies

★ always insists to pay for everything

★ acts of service allll the way

★ will stop in the middle of your walk to kneel down and tie your shoe

★ loves to show you off in front of his teammates

★ ALSO OMG imagine you two go shopping cause you wanted to get some new makeup supplies

★ he'll carry your cart and when you want to see how would a lipstick, eyeshadow or anything else look on skin, he offers you his hand so you can try out all the shades on him hehe

★ and then when you two walk out of the store both of his hands are covered in blush, lipsticks and other stuff but he doesn't care tbh

★ (now i kinda want to write a drabble abt it)

★ (let me know if i should)

♡ KUROO TETSURO

★ would probably do anything you asked of him tbh

★ he's that type of boyfriend to also be your bestie ykwim

★ "they broke up?? no way! give me all the details rn"

★ skincare routine is his favourite activity with you, he's just so glad you got him into that

★ then he goes to practice and talks to his teammates like "don't you guys see how i'm GLOWING??"

★ pretty random but i hc that he can fall asleep literally anywhere and that he loves naps

★ kinda... like a cat...

★ and oh he SNORES

★ loves to tease you sm

★ especially abt your height, let's be honest

★ asks how's the weather down there and thinks he's funny

★ i feel like he really cares about kenma's approval of your relationship

★ introducing u to kenma was more important for him than introducing you to his family atp 💀

★ so stressed abt it too it's honestly funny

★ but kenma said you seem cool so kuroo can already go look for a ring

★ sends you reels of cats cuddling and says "us"

★ loves to carry you and always looks for an excuse to do so

★ would switch his shoes with yours when your legs start to hurt

★ looks good in your heels and i'm telling you, he walks in them better than u do

★ just smirks and says that he can teach you to be better lol

♡ BOKUTO KOTARO

★ lowkey an introvert's nightmare

★ probably took ages to confess tho

★ cause he's just too afraid to mess up, and he doesn't want to ruin your friendship:(

★ asked akaashi to help confess

★ also, asks akaashi with help with ANYTHING

★ like in my head, bokuto doesn't really have any previous relationship experience

★ so he doesn't really know what to do sometimes and you're very important to him so he wants to do everything right

★ therefore he asks akaashi for help. all the time. all. the. time.

★ like let my man akaashi rest 😭

★ asks him what to get you for your birthday, how to apologize after a fight, anything you can think of tbh

★ so clingy, the definition of clingy actually

★ wants to hang out 24/7

★ if you asked him to move in with you on the very same day you two started dating, he'd agree without hesitation

★ also texts you whenever you can't meet up

★ sends the most random shit, especially on tiktok and ig

★ he's that type to, when he plays a match, before he makes a serve, points at you and is like "this one's for you" and then completely misses

★ will talk your ear off

★ says the cutest things when he's sleepy

★ he'll just cuddle up to you and start rambling abt how much he loves you

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luminiscented · 6 months ago

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Sooo... Smut with Dom! Lloyd×Sub! Fem! Reader... Pretty please 🥺🙏🏻

Time wisely used

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Pairing: Lloyd x Fem! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Rating: Nsfw

Plot: Reader receives a proper response to her little attempt to get handsy under the table during dinner

Warnings: Oral sex m!receiving, brat taming, mentions of a hand job, swearing, ooc (a little bit), no betaa

Author note: I'm sorry for the 2 month delay! I'm really re-exoloring myself atm, I had some auditions and I'm working on an original piece :) I hope you'll like it, anon! <3

"Mm...mhm...yes, beautiful.." Lloyd held your hair in a fist gently while your head bobbed up and down on his length. Your drool was rolling down in beads to the base of his cock as you hummed and took him in your mouth eagerly. Your eyes teared up as he pushed your head down, shoving his cock so deep that it touched the back of your throat. You look up at his warning glare, before nodding and continuing to suck him off, using your hand to rub whatever didn't fit inside your mouth. You let out an apologetic whine as he gripped your hair again in frustration. You love this, you love it when he's on the brink of breaking, don't you, you whore? You love it when he's holding back from choking you with his thick cock.Go faster, pay attention to the slit, lick under the head, kiss the tip...the whole thing..in your mouth.

""Giving me a hand"? During dinner?" Lloyd asked with his teeth gritting and forming a frustrated grimace on his face. You saw him blurry as you forced yourself to look up while you feasted on his cock. You recognized the shine in his eyes. The shine he got when he was mad or passionate or smug...that fucking sparkle made you knees go weak, because there was no knowing how the night was going to end for you..

You moaned happily at his question, whorishly. You nodded as he started to thrust his hips against your mouth, fucking your throat and making you choke.

"In front of everyone?" He asked again, struggling not to go down on you. Not to grab your head and cum deep in your throat as you choke on him, crying and whimpering and looking up at him like you did nothing.

You nodded again. He cupped your cheek, watching you open your mouth wide for him to slap it on your tongue teasingly. You took it in your hand, rubbing it quickly.

"Yes, sir."

"What kind of a whore tries to give her boyfriend a handjob in the middle of dinner?"

Lloyd fisted your hair, you saw the twinkle again. You could swear you're dripping down on the floor already. Your toes curled at the hazy lustful look in his eyes. The desire to tie you down and make you pay for tonight's gig. He started to tease you, rubbing it on your cheek, letting it drip pre-cum all over your soft skin and coat it good.

"I asked you a question."

His stern voice brought you back to earth.

"Me. This whore."

You opened your mouth wide, your sweet expression begging him to put it back between your lips and make you choke on it. Lloyd only rubbed the head on your lower lip.

"I think you're really forgetting your place lately." Lloyd murmured warningly as his fingers rubbed your scalp.

"Were you that horny at dinner or were you just pushing your luck?" He gently gripped your hair again.

You smiled at him softly, knowingly, brattily. You coaxed his hand away from his dick, replacing it with yours and rubbing his length in long slow strokes.

"Pushing my luck, sir." You kissed the leaky tip, gently sucking the pre-cum from the slit, smearing it on your lips and your tongue darting out to lick them.

"Yeah? You think you're going to get far with that?"

You took a breath to answer, before he cut you off by shoving his cock back in your mouth. His hand rested on your cheek as he thrust his hips, fucking your mouth. The tip touched the back of your throat as he looked down at you, biting his soft pink lips, his golden hair sticking to his forehead as the coil in his abdomen tightened. You moaned around Lloyd's cock, your saliva dripping down onto your chin as he used your mouth.

A broken whimper escaped your throat as he pushed down your head, your lips touching the base, your nose buried in his pubes, your eyes watering and rolling back. His red tip pulsed inside your mouth as he spilled his hot cum right down your throat. The green ninja panted as he pulled his length from your mouth, watching his seed glisten on your lips, the experience making you hazy, your face flushing with lust and arousal as you smiled at him pleased with a sweet bratty expression no one can match. You leaned back, your nipples perky and shiny from sweat, your hair clinging to your forehead, fluttering your eyelashes at him, challenging him to show you who you're messing with.

Lloyd followed his uncle's advice for once and that night, he used his time very wisely.

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months ago

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Guys im gonna drop an Ambessa x reader teaser in Angel’s ask box later. Somebody remind me okay? 💋

Angel I need more werecat Sev x reader bc its so cute 🥺

EEEEEK so excited for the teaser and I LOVE WERECAT SEV so yes lets do more

men and minors dni

while most of the time sevika can control when and where she transforms, on full moons she transforms for the full night and has no control over it.

it's fucking adorable.

you know she hates it. sevika's made her peace with her new feline super powers but she likes to be in control of it, so it pisses her off when she's stuck as a cat for a full night.

you have to remind her when the full moon's coming up, the little calendar on your fridge has a little cat doodle drawn in dates where full moons will be in the sky.

she spends these nights in the apartment with you, curled in your lap and purring as you pet her. you know she's just annoyed she can't be doing the human work she wants to, but you're secretly grateful for the mandatory day off for your girlfriend once a month.

when it's the moon's magic changing her and not her own free-will, sevika's cat urges are ten times more powerful. she just can't help herself.

you love it. you try your best not to tease your girlfriend about how she acts when she's a cat-- you know she's embarrassed by her powers already-- but how are you supposed to react when you come home on a full moon and find your cat-girlfriend licking her own ass?

all the cat toys and trees and beds you've bought to decorate your apartment are usually ignored by sevika. but on a full moon? oh, she goes crazy-- scratching her front paw endlessly on her scratching post, playing like a kitten with a little felt mouse toy, chasing a feather and bell on the end of a string that you're controlling for hours.

and she's so cuddly.

sevika's pretty cuddly as a cat anyways, she loves sitting in your lap or on your chest for pets, loves purring loud enough to lull you to sleep, absolutely adores getting chin scratches-- but on a full moon, sevika becomes clingy.

if you have to leave for groceries, sevika screams until you tie a sling around your chest and put her in it to take her with you. (she nuzzles and paws against your tits the whole time-- still human enough to know that she loves them.

she's constantly twining between your feet at home, tripping you and looking up at you smugly when you stumble. (you just grab her by the scruff of her neck when she's being a little shit-- it makes her freeze up and look at you with the most annoyed, helpless glare.)

and the morning after each full moon-- sevika's always an exhausted, embarrassed mess.

she's so tired from playing with her toys and annoying and cuddling you that she sleeps most of the day after, back to her human snores instead of her purrs, about two hundred pounds heavier where she sleeps on your chest.

when she wakes up for the bathroom or snacks or to glare at you and demand you go back to scratching her scalp like she likes, you always take the chance to remind her of what a sweet little kitty she is.

she hates this, glaring at you and cursing you out, a sweet pink blush on her cheeks while you remind her about how cute she was just a few hours ago.

"awe, sev, look at this cute picture i got of you enjoying that bowl of milk i set out for you last night."

"fucking delete that!" she screams as she chases you around the house.

you just laugh as she runs after you. "here, kitty kitty!"

"shut the fuck up!"

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grimm-writings · 10 months ago

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HIIII i LOVE your blog!! could i request a bard reader performing a song in front of the party, and it slowly dawns upon chilchuck that the song is about loving him? 🥺

a way with words

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, reader is a bit of a poetic shit <3, reader plays a string instrument (envisioned a lute or mandolin but i don’t specify!)

…wc! 1092

…notes! OH MY GODDDD this is so cute. what the hell. we need more bard representation in this got damn dungeon. (i know thistle could technically be one but one in a party i beg)

To me, some parties employ a bard if they plan on going on ‘legendary’ outings into dungeons.

Somebody needs to be there to document their exploits through the written word – how else are legends made?!

You probably stumbled on the party with the intent to write a song of legend. Eating the dragon that ate one of you sounds pretty legendary after all, right?

Safe to say if you’re not exactly humble about your profession you get on the nerves of a certain union man.

Even if your reason for joining the party was… less than virtuous, you did bring a certain joy to the party that they all appreciate.

If journeying is getting tiring, all you need to do is pluck a few strings of your instrument and hum a travelling song.

Sometimes you’d make a little ‘game’ out of it. You know using the drunken sailor melody to make your own songs? Well…

“What shall we do with a big red dragon, earl-ye in the morning!” Your voice rings out, bouncing off the walls of the dungeon around you. You eye the party around you before your gaze lands on the half-foot seeming disinterested in your performance. Well, that simply won’t do! You lunge, dragging him back by the shoulders, eyeing him expectantly. He only gives you a wide-eyed look of surprise for a second before realising everyone is watching. He’d hate to interrupt the song, so… “Tie it down and eat it for dinner?” he suggests, only guessing the rhythm vaguely. To his surprise, you seem to really like it. You laugh and pick up the music once more to sing his lyric once again. He has to admit, at least you’re having fun. He doesn’t realise until you reach a stop that he’s been singing along at the end.

I imagine half-foots have a cultural appreciation for music. It’s a big scene! They have drinking songs, travelling songs, work songs… I wouldn’t be surprised if most bards are half-foots!

And Chilchuck is no exception. Have you seen his little jig? Of course he likes music!

He has great hearing so he’ll also pick up on little accents in your music and singing others wouldn’t really get.

If you’re performing a campfire song, Chilchuck will likely join in (especially if he had a bit of drink).

It’s nice. He seemed to be relaxing around you, and you seem to be becoming more of a friend to the party rather than a glorified biographer.

You have to admit that the half-foot has been growing you a considerable amount. What a complex individual. So much to read into and inspire…

It would be one night when you’re on night watch that Chilchuck’s sensitive ears end up waking him up. ..

The half-foot was going to hiss and complain about you being too loud at this time in the night, when he realises you’re playing a melody and mumbling words to yourself. …Huh. Are you writing a song? Chilchuck tries to remain still with his eyes closed and listens closely. It’s handy having such keen senses sometimes. He could only pick up a few words; brown, warmth… something about a kind soul? Chilchuck figures you might be setting up for the party’s “legendary” song. Maybe you’re focusing on Falin. Her hair is a very pale brown, and she’s a kind soul if a bit of a people pleaser. He rests easy, listening to your gentle plucking of your strings. It’s a different melody from usual… he likes your softer side he can identify through your music.

He never tells you he listened to your little jam sesh. If you knew he’s using your music as a way to fall asleep easier… He can see your smug smile now, and it makes him endlessly frustrated (or flustered rather).

Chilchuck’s feelings are something he never really… knew. They just sort of existed, and he let them. It’s not like anything will happen.

Sure, he gets more red in the face around you… and MAYBE he gets a softer look in his eyes as he looks at you… and perhaps he thinks your singing voice is one of the prettiest sounds he has ever heard…

So what?

It’s a colder night when you take out your instrument and announce you finished writing a song. It took you a long time to complete it, you admit, but you put a lot of heart into it.

A unique starter, the party might think. Usually you write for fun. Specifying putting heart into your music is something that rings an alarm in their heads.

You start playing a melody. It’s a type of sombre, deep sound. It resonates a less folksy mood and something more… personal. With eyes closed, you don’t notice Chilchuck perking up in familiarity. That’s the tune he heard you playing weeks ago. You only just refined it? At least he can actually hear what the words are. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you sing about a character that has a kind soul, with deep brown eyes. His warmth is something that you find yourself wanting to bathe in once a journey ends. Chilchuck listens with a small smile. It’s only when you start mentioning things like silver strands of hair you wish to weave through your fingers, things start to fall into place. Wringing his hands too often for a well-prepared man is a lyric that is too specific to merely be about some fictional character. He doesn’t say anything even as he joins in the applause at your finished peace, pretending the heat in his cheeks is from the frosty temperature.

That night, he catches you alone refilling your waterskin. The atmosphere is thick with a kind of calmness.

Where Chilchuck is usually so stubborn, he finds the words escaping his lips in a soft voice.

“Are you in love with me?” You don’t respond instantly. He expected as such. He follows your form with his eyes as you widen your eyes and glance away with a small laugh. “Wow. Wasn’t as subtle as I thought,” you dryly tack onto your chuckle. He laughs along, approaching you. He doesn’t do anything drastic, instead offering his own to you. “It’s okay,” he tells you, surprised at his own lack of embarrassment despite the situation. “The fact you notice all that about me is… flattering. You really have a way with words.” You return the grin he gives you and take his hand, squeezing it. “How could I not notice, when you are my intimate muse?”

#✮ grimm's fics!#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon imagines #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #chilchuck imagines #chilchuck tims imagines #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck x reader

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secretsecretbunny · 1 year ago

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idk if you do drabble requests but I love your writing so much! you really have a way with words so i was wondering if maybe you'd do a drabble about new!idol fem reader (can be solo or group w/e) who really looks up to and admires BTS and they meet her before watching her perform for the first time? also maybe there's some flirting? (idc which members I'm ot7) just one of my lil day dreams I wanna get out there 🥺 anyway! keep writing, you're genuinely really good 🫶🏻

I do now!! This sounded too cute to pass up 💕

Title: "Run."

Genre: drabble, one-shot, casual??? fluff??? idk how to describe this one lmao. I hope you enjoy!

Notes: y/s/n = "your stage name". Things that are underlined are links to the outfits described.

Your nerves had you literally shaking with anticipation as you waited behind the scenes of the show. So many incredible talents were performing today and here you were, an unknown newbie who was about to take the stage in front of a live audience. Why did they even want you to debut at this big of an event in the first place? Your manager reassured you it was because they believed in your talent and knew that taking a chance on you and letting your first performance be somewhere as prestigious as this would draw in fans, who would appreciate the unique sound you bring to the table. In particular, if the responses of other idols who are more famous and well-known were captured on camera and shared with their fanbase through broadcasts or similar media channels.

The way they styled you had you feeling nervous as well, with a form-fitting pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and a white button up top that was tucked in with a black and pink tie, adding a touch of elegance to your look. The cropped black blazer and black gogo boots with heels made you feel like you were going to fall at any moment, but the white leather garter with a chain on one of your thighs added a bold touch to your outfit. You felt a little exposed but you took a moment to be silently appreciative of the safety shorts you wore beneath your skirt.

You had always dreamed of being part of a group, working together towards a common goal. That's why you were initially brought on as a trainee for the company in the first place. However, after careful consideration and evaluation of your skills and strengths, it was ultimately decided that your talents would be best utilized flying solo. But you deeply wished you had people to lean on, members who could offer support and distract from your potential mistakes. You tugged at your skirt awkwardly as you stood around waiting for your time to perform. You still had nearly 30 minutes but you were too nervous to sit, instead you opted for watching the screen positioned on the wall, showing the current performers on stage.

You smiled at the screen at the talent being shown. BTS. You had a deep admiration for the group and enjoyed watching them perform their song DNA. The members exuded confidence and comfort on stage, making it seem like they never worried about mistakes at this point in their career. You watched as they moved fluidly across the stage, perfectly in sync with one another.

A close up of Jimin had you grinning like an idiot. God he was pretty. Fuck, they all were. Hoseok with his vibrant smile, Namjoon with his unique features and buff build, Yoongi and his piercing eyes, Taehyung sporting the flirtiest looks you had ever seen, Jungkook somehow looking both innocent and dangerously delicious, and Jin with his world wide handsome face. And even more than their looks, they were so incredibly talented and hardworking.

You had heard the detailed story of how they rose to the top, overcoming numerous challenges and obstacles along the way. Their journey was filled with both good and bad experiences, but through it all, they showed great dedication and strength. And here you were, you hadn't even had your first performance yet and you had been ready to give up multiple times just during your 4 years of being a trainee. Working for the same label as the musicians who inspired you to pursue music in the first place left you feeling both grateful and slightly out of place, as if you hadn't earned your spot there yet.

You completely dismissed those thoughts and made your way towards the snack and beverage area, specifically designated for idols and staff members. You were in dire need of water and something sweet to give you an energy boost. As the boys finished their performance, the booming cheers from the crowd echoed through the air. You froze in surprise when you heard the seven of them laughing and panting out of breath as they entered the same room you were in. You attempted to seem nonchalant as they eagerly grabbed water bottles and snacks for themselves, while you discreetly tucked your hair behind your ear and reached for a water bottle too, all the while listening intently as Jungkook and Hoseok laughed uncontrollably about some unknown joke or incident.

In their fit of laughter Jungkook backed up into you, making you stumble back a bit. He whipped around suddenly "shit, sorry!" he apologized with a small bow. "Kookie you've gotta be more careful!" came a voice from behind you. The voice placed a hand on your shoulder. "You okay?" As you turned your head, you caught sight of Jimin with a gentle smile on his face. You quickly nodded in response, your eyes wide, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. "Hey! We making new friends?" Came Hoseok's voice as he reached his hand out to you. "I'm Hoseok. Or Hobi, J-Hope, whatever's fine." he said. His signature smile was contagious, spreading warmth to the pit of your stomach as he spoke. You took his hand lightly, stifling a giggle. "I uh, I know who you are. I'm y/n. Or y/s/n. Whatever's fine." You mimicked with a warm smile. He laughed. "Nice to meet you, y/n!" His hand was warm, and making your head swim, prompting you to let go.

"Wait, y/s/n?" Yoongi asked, stepping into the conversation. "The new girl? You're debuting today, right?" As you glanced in his direction, your nervousness was evident in the rapid nodding of your head. "Mhmm! In uh.." you checked the time on your phone. "shit.. 15 minutes actually." You said, taking a shaky breath in. "Nervous?" came Taehyung's voice from behind Yoongi.

You were now the center of attention for the seven boys, who were anxiously anticipating your next words. "Incredibly so.." you replied, making them all smile at you. "Hey I'm sure you're going to do great!" Namjoon chimed in "yeah, you're going to sound amazing!" Said Jin. They all nodded as you laughed

"you guys have never even heard me sing, how would you know?" You asked with a playful lilt in your voice. "Well, you're beautiful, so I'm sure your voice matches." God. Jimin was just as flirty as people described him, with a playful smile and a wink that could light up the room. You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Smooth, pretty boy." You chuckled out, making him smirk. Jungkook looked you up and down for a moment "Your outfit looks great, your stylists did an amazing job." You took a moment to examine your outfit, making sure every piece was in its place and smoothing out any wrinkles on your skirt.

"Thanks, I actually had to beg them to add black into the theme. They originally wanted me in all pink and white and that's just... really not my vibe." This had Hoseok raising a brow. "What's not your vibe? ...sweet and innocent?" He asked with a smirk and the tilt of his head.

For just an instant, your eyes flickered with something that looked almost like mischief before settling back into their usual serenity; however fleeting this transformation may have been, its impact left ripples. Luckily you were saved by staff running up to you. "Y/n you have 10 minutes! Please come get your hair and makeup touched up!" The girl sounded almost panicked. You gave her a sweet smile. "Be right there!" You said, putting your sweet and shy persona back on. "I should run. Thanks for the pep talk, boys!" you said with a small bow. "You got this!" Namjoon said as you turned to leave. Jin's voice stopped you "would it make you more or less nervous if we said we'll be watching?" You paused for a moment in thought. "Hmm, well, I think I'd be more motivated not to fall on my ass if I knew THE Bangtan was watching my every move." This made them smirk. "We'll have our eyes glued to you then." Hoseok said with a subtle wink, his voice low. "You better." You replied amorously as you walked away.

With you fully out of earshot now, the boys spoke. "she's cute as hell." Jungkook said. "Hm, she acts cute, but I think she's a little darker than that." Hoseok laughed. "Her and Jimin have the same vibes" Taehyung said playfully. "Oh, so I'm cute AND sexy? Thanks Taetae." Jimin retorted playfully, making the man roll his eyes. "Alright guys keep it in your pants." Yoongi commented. "Right, let's just go watch her performance like we promised, yeah?" Namjoon stated as they headed towards the changing room to switch outfits before returning to the audience.

As you stepped onto the stage, your nerves seemed to vanish into thin air as you effortlessly slipped into your performance persona. The song you performed was sultry, sassy, and sensual. Your manager referred to it as 'the triple S.' You found that you fell into the role easier than you thought you would since you discovered that with how bright the stage's colorful lights were, you could barely even see the crowd, but you could feel their energy and passion.

As your performance was coming to a close, one of your backup dancers suddenly fell near your feet. Despite knowing you needed to continue with the choreography, it felt wrong to simply step around her and ignore her situation. So, you decided to help her up while still singing and dancing, offering a reassuring smile and squeezing her hand gently when she looked panicked. She quickly fell back into the routine and the rest of the performance went on without another issue.

As soon as you left the stage, you were immediately ushered off to change into more appropriate clothing for sitting in the audience with the other idols who either weren't performing or had already finished their performances. A simple long black dress with two high slits on either side, though you still wore a leather garter with a chain, this time in black though. Your seat was just a row behind the bts boys, you gave a small bow and a smile as you passed them. Once you sat down, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook all turned around to give you a thumbs up or small claps, telling you that you had done a good job. Despite your best efforts you couldn't fight the bright smile that took over your features.

No more than 2 hours later you were at the after party being reprimanded by your manager for stopping mid performance to help your backup dancer. "You know you're supposed to keep going in instances like that!" She barked out. "I technically did keep going! I wasn't just going to ignore her while she was struggling!" You spat back with an eye roll, arms crossed over your chest. She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging in resignation.

However, before she could continue with whatever she was going to say, you abruptly turned and started walking away from her. Unfortunately for you though, your hasty retreat led you straight into the path of an oncoming person - or more specifically, their chest - resulting in a jarring impact that sent you stumbling backward several steps. "fuck! I mean, augh... sorry!" you bowed. "We're just always bumping into each other, huh? Now we're even." you looked up to see Jungkook with a couple of the boys not far behind. You let out a small laugh "I guess we are." as Hoseok walked up, he peeked around you for a moment, eyeing your manager as she huffed and stomped away.

"You get in trouble for something?" he asked. You nodded with another eye roll. "She's upset that I stopped to help my backup dancer when she fell." His eyebrows furrowed "she's mad at you for being a kind a decent human being?" You smiled "that's one way to put it I suppose." you replied. Jimin, hearing the conversation being had, pouted "I thought it made you look cool and likeable!" he said with a tilt of his head. You anxiously fiddled with your fingers, feeling a bit nervous. "Thanks guys, I appreciate it. I really hope it didn't ruin the performance." Hoseok shook his head. "Not at all! You were amazing up there!" Jungkook and Jimin nodded, agreeing. "Let me get you something to drink to get your mind off it, yeah?" He added. You smiled "sure, that'd be great."

As Jimin and Jungkook started mingling with the crowd, you and Hoseok headed towards the bar, located at the distant end of the room. The venue had arranged for an assortment of drinks to be served, and the bartender was busy filling orders.

He ordered you your drink of choice and something for himself as well. You two engaged in a casual conversation for nearly half an hour, exploring various topics and discovering shared interests such as music, movies, and hobbies. The ice in your second round of drinks had mostly melted, indicating they were nearing completion when he posed the question "you wanna get out of here?"

Halting your speech mid-sentence, you turned to face him with an inquiring gaze before your expression shifted into a sly grin that showed your true intentions. "Absolutely." You responded. He grinned widely as he grabbed your hand, his grip firm and confident, leading you towards the exit with purpose.

As you walked, he waved goodbye to his members, a gesture that seemed almost automatic. You spotted your manager heading towards you, her expression written in annoyance, causing your heart to race in anticipation. You gave Hoseok's hand a stern warning squeeze as your manager approached, making him raise an eyebrow at you in confusion. However, the mischievous grin spreading across your features told him everything he needed to know - you had no intention of being deterred by anyone.

"Run."

You said before pulling him into a dash towards the exit. You both burst into a fit of laughter as you rapidly made your way out of the building, the sound of your hurried footsteps on the hard floor growing fainter with each passing second until you were no longer in sight.

Tonight might be fun after all, you decided.

aaaa okay how was that? Thoughts? Critiques? Requests? Let me know what's up. Love you!! 🩷

#bts #bts fic #bts drabble #bts x reader #bts x you #ot7 #ot7 x reader #bunbunworks #bangtan #hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #jhope x reader

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stvharrngton · 1 year ago

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a lesson in romantics; the extra-curricular

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: so here’s the alternative ending! but it’s not really an alternative ending more of just a… continuation of the last chapter with a little somethin somethin extra 🤤 this has no impact on the story so it can be read as a standalone also so i won’t be tagging the taglist as it might not be something everyone wants to read

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, lots of pet names 🥺

SERIES MASTERLIST

THE DINER PARKING LOT, HAWKINS, MAY 1993

“…What do you say, Mr. H?”

“I think you’ve got yourself a deal, honey.” Steve swooned as he gripped your waist tightly, his warm brown orbs boring deeply into yours.

You caught him off guard when you fisted the pressed white collar of his shirt, pulling you back down to him for another searing kiss. Steve’s eyes went wide before he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you almost flush with his chest.

This kiss was different than the first. It was messier, wetter, hotter. Steve licked at your bottom lip which you gladly accepted, your tongues swirling together as your fingers travelled up into his hair, nails raking over his tresses.

Despite the cool air, you both felt your bodies getting warmer, all the tension between you two, the will they won’t they, all the flirty exchanges finally unravelled into your kiss. When you finally pulled away from each other you still held one another close, Steve resting his forehead against your own.

“Here,” he said quietly, nodding towards the car. He opened the passenger door for you, only making his way to the drivers side once you were in safely. You were all over each other soon after, you were sure you’d have been in Steve’s lap if not for the restrictiveness of your dress.

Steve moved his lips to your neck, pressing featherlight kisses on the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his lips on you, doing your utmost best to keep any whimpers or whines from spilling out. When the breath you had seemed to be holding trembled from your lips, Steve pulled away. Eyes scanning for any concerns.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a decibel above a whisper. His hands were still on your waist, fingertips digging into the flesh that was covered by the red material of your dress. When you nodded he asked again, “Are you sure?”

The butterflies erupted in your stomach once again, Steve’s incessant need to know that you were okay, that this is what you wanted was inherently sexy. It only furthered your want for him more.

“I’m sure,” you squeaked out, licking your lips as you nodded, “your place or mine?” you asked him, encouragingly.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, trying to ignore how fast his heart was beating, “my place is closer.” Steve stammered out as he scrambled to get his keys in the ignition.

You could only smirk at how flustered Steve was becoming. You watched carefully as he drove you both to his home, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, doing his best to ignore the ache beneath his pants. Once you arrived he opened the passenger door for you like he always did, extending his hand to help you from the car.

He clicked the front door closed behind you, “Here, let me.” he said, gesturing for you to take a perch on the stairs.

Steve knelt down to unstrap your heels one at a time. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him set them aside before he came back to you, caressing your legs so softly, bringing his lips to your ankle before travelling up your calf.

He pushed the hem of your dress the higher he went, his lips following in tandem. A pretty little whimper escaped your lips the closer he got, your fingers reaching out for his tie to bring his lips back to yours.

“C’mere,” he whispered against your lips, moving his hands to your ass, urging you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his tailbone as he carried you upstairs, the hem of your dress hugged your hips as Steve took the opportunity to grab at the flesh of your ass.

You reached what you could only assume to be Steve’s bedroom as he sat you down on the edge of an old oak desk, his lips never leaving yours as he brushed all the pens and old lesson notes aside onto the floor. Steve didn’t care, anything thought that wasn’t you was long gone now.

His lips were on your neck again as you spoke between whines and whimpers, “Do you always bring girls home on the first date?” your lips curled into a smirk as you said it, Steve’s warm honey eyes snapping to yours.

“Only the ones who wear pretty red dresses like this.” He shot back, a smirk of his own tugging at his kiss bitten lips. It didn’t take long for Steve to move his hands to your back, his long fingers pulling on the zip of your dress. His hands caressed the skin of your back, swallowing the lump in his throat when he realised there wasn’t a clasp for him to snap open.

Steve pulled back slowly, his eyes asking that silent question once more. You nodded timidly, suddenly feeling shy as Steve slowly began to pull your dress down your arms and your body. Steve noticed the shift in your mood, the change in your body language. He picked up your hands one by one, placing a kiss on each of your knuckles, “Hey, it’s okay.” He whispered.

He peered up at you through his long lashes, his fingers coming to stroke at the soft skin of your cheek, his thumb brushing across it. “Let me take care of you, yeah? Wanna make my pretty girl feel good.”

Your heart swooned at the pet name, the ache between your legs growing with the hushed, gentle tone of his voice, the way he looked at you, really looked at every inch of you with so much adoration and desire, it really did a number on your brain. You lifted yourself enough so Steve could pull your dress down your legs.

Steve’s lips soon found yours again, moving from your neck to your collarbone. They travelled down your chest, lips leaving wet kisses in their wake. His lips encircled one of your nipples, licking and sucking as his hands caressed your breasts. You watched through hazy eyes as Steve knelt before you, his large hands curling underneath your thighs to spread and push them apart.

He indulged in your scent, eyes glued to the thin black lace that covered your heat. Steve’s fingertips squeezed at your doughy flesh, teeth grazing your inner thigh before his lips came to your clothed pussy. He pressed a kiss over the material as you exhaled a shaky breath. Steve curled his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them somewhere you would worry about later.

His eyes were glued to you, jaw slack and mouth hanging agape at the sight of you. Your cunt glistened in the dim light of Steve’s bedroom, your fingers curling around the edge of the desk in anticipation.

“Oh, man,” Steve sighed, his eyes darkening by the second. His tongue darted out to lick at his lips, “look at you, baby. I bet she tastes so sweet.”

You scooted closer to Steve as subtly as you could, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He did though and it made him chuckle, “Easy baby,” he cooed, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit, “I got you.”

He started off soft and slow, tongue lapping at your folds, his mouth kissing all over your pussy. Your head rolled back in pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming feeling of Steve’s mouth on you. He licked at you ever so softly, tongue swirling around your swollen clit as it throbbed against him. You let your fingers thread through his hair, you couldn’t help yourself but feel his soft tresses between your fingertips as you moaned out, “Fuck, Steve, you’re so good at this.”

He smirked against you with a chuckle, sending vibrations through your core. Your compliment only spurred him on. Steve got more intense with it, licking and sucking harder, his tongue delving inside your sopping hole. You cried out in euphoria, your skin hot and clammy. You felt the knot in your stomach twist and tighten as Steve lapped at your clit, sucking at the bud.

One of his hands left your thigh, his long finger circling your hole teasingly. You mewled above him as he did so, his mouth only leaving you for a second to speak, “You taste so good, honey,” he cooed, his finger knuckle deep in your pussy now, “even better than I imagined.”

Steve smirked up at you before he went back to lapping at your clit, and you were stunned. Your mouth was open but you couldn’t speak, only managing to stammer out, “You, fuck–, you imagined?”

“How could I not?” Steve teased, adding a second finger to your cunt now, curling and scissoring you apart. He felt you clench around him and he groaned, feeling you get wetter with every stroke of his fingers, he knew you were close. “I know you’re close, sweetheart, you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

You whimpered with a nod, gnawing on your lip to prevent yourself from making too much noise. You felt everything go hot, your toes curling as you tugged on the strands of Steve’s hair, making him groan into your cunt. You whined out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, racking every inch of your body.

Riding out your high as your chest heaved, your grip on Steve’s hair loosening as the lustful fog in your mind dithered away. Steve was still lapping at you, soft kitten licks to make sure he didn’t waste a drop of anything you had to offer him. Only when you winced at the sensitivity did he pull away from you.

He kissed at your plush thighs, up to your stomach, over your chest before brushing his lips against yours. You hummed at the taste of yourself on his lips as he kissed you, his tongue licking into you all pretty. He smiled against you when he felt you grip onto his tie once more, mumbling, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I suppose I am,” he hushed against your lips. Steve pulled away from you momentarily, hands loosening his tie as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Tie undone and shirt unbuttoned, Steve unbuckled his belt before shoving his slacks down his legs, stepping out of the material.

Your gaze was locked on the patch of thick hair that covered his pecs, your eyes bulging out of their sockets almost. A chuckle rumbled from his throat when he noticed, his finger hooking under your chin bringing your gaze back to his, “Eyes are up here, darling.”

He kissed you so softly, so sweetly as your cheeks heated up as your ogling didn’t go unnoticed. You ran your fingers over his chest, nails scratching lightly at the coarse hair there. Your hands wandered further down his chest, over his stomach before finally reaching the waistband of his boxers.

Your fingers ghost over the bulge beneath the tight black material, your heart hammering inside your chest as you felt the length of him. “Fuck,” Steve groaned into your mouth, a breath you gladly swallowed.

When you finally dared to delve beneath Steve’s underwear, he was all about ready to lose it. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it had been a while since someone had touched him like this but fuck, was he honoured that it was you. Hands hurriedly shoving the black material down his legs ready to join the other garments that had been thrown aside.

You fully wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock now, Steve’s eyes fluttering closed as he buried his face in your shoulder. You stroked him slowly, a gentle flick of your wrist as Steve dug his fingers into the flesh of your hips.

“Shit,” he whined, “that feels so good.” He pulled away from you now, his eyes falling to where your hand was connected to his body. Your gaze followed his, swallowing a lump in your throat you didn’t know you had when you saw the size of him. Your fingers stopped in their tracks when your eyes fell on his cock for the first time. Long in size and thick in girth, veins protruding and a tip that was a pretty pink.

Steve sensed your hesitancy, his eyes softening once they fell on the nerves that decorated your features. “Hey,” he whispered, thumb stroking over the apple of your cheek soothingly, “we don’t have to—“

“No! God no,” you answered, almost a little too fast, “it’s just… you’re so—,”

“I know.” Steve chuckled lightheartedly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “We’ll take it slow, I promise. Jus’ wanna make you feel good, honey.”

You nodded as Steven’s words went straight to your core, your thighs clenching as you watched him wrap a hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes before he reached for a foil packet hidden inside his drawer. He rolled the latex on before spitting in his own palm, lubing up his cock ready for you.

“Ready, baby?” he breathed, free hand cupping your cheek as the other guided his cock to your pussy, pressing the tip into your folds.

You didn’t say anything, but you simply grabbed the ends of his tie that was still tucked beneath the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you, crashing your lips to his. Steve took this as his cue to slip his cock into your entrance, your walls sucking him in with force.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the feeling, at the stretch Steve’s cock created. It was a sweet sting, something a little addictive as Steve managed to slide his length almost half-way inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust, your lips still sliding messily over each other’s.

“Please, Steve,” you whined, doing your best to rut your hips up off the desk.

“Alright, baby,” he hushed you, petting at your hair as he continued to kiss you, “s’okay, I’ll give you what you want.” He began to move his hips, in and out, torturously slow. The wetness of your arousal covering his cock as he fucked you.

You cried out in pleasure at the feeling of Steve’s cock inside of you. You never thought this is where you’d end up when he drove you to that diner, when he bought you that milkshake, when he slow danced with you in the parking lot. But fuck, you were so grateful this is where the night led you.

“You’re doing so good, honey,” Steve cooed, his thrusts beginning to pick up the pace only slightly, “taking my cock so well.”

“You’re so big,” you mewled, throwing your head back as you squeezed your eyes shut, “fucking— holy shit.” Your eyes shot back open as Steve moved faster, deeper, the tip of his cock stroking against that spot that made you lose your mind.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Steve sympathised. He knew he was well endowed, similar comments uttered by past lovers when they got between the sheets but no one ever felt as right as you did, “but you’re taking this cock like a fuckin’ champ.”

His lips soon found your shoulder, pressing wet, messy kisses along the skin there before they followed up to your neck, teeth nipping, tongue darting out to soothe the skin. Your hands flew to his head, fingers tangling themselves in his hair.

Steve’s large hands squeezed at your tits, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb before they moved over your soft skin, caressing at your waist and hips before settling on your thighs. “Can you lift your hips? Hold yourself up with your hands for me, angel.”

You did as he asked, shifting yourself to the edge of the desk, lifting yourself up as you curled your fingers around the wood. Steve gripped your ass, his fingers squeezing at the flesh as he began to pound into you, the wet slap of your pussy and the mixture of your moans and Steve’s grunts the only sounds that could be heard.

“Oh my God,” you whined, moans all high-pitched and hot, the change in pace had you feeling a type of way, had your insides twisting and your pussy fluttering around Steve’s cock.

Steve’s eyes were fixated on your body. Locked on how your tits would bounce with every thrust of his cock, how the thin sheen of sweat shone on your body in the dull moonlight peaking through the curtains, how your perfectly styled hair was gradually slipping out of the bun the longer the night went on. Steve was in love, painfully soon, but you were the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on.

“You feel so good, fuck,” he whined, his brows pinching together in concentration as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay, “don’t know how much longer I can last, shit, pussy’s so perfect.”

The filthy words dripping from Steve’s mouth, the way his fat cock was bullying itself in and out of your pussy, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was enough to push you over the edge. Lip nestled between your teeth as you reached a hand of yours round to brush your fingers against your clit, once, twice before you were crying out once more.

“Oh, please don’t stop,” you wailed like a woman possessed, “please, Steve. I want you to cum, I want your cum, please, oh please.”

Steve was lost for words, which didn’t happen very often he would admit, but hearing you cry out for his seed had him all but tensing up on the spot. He gripped you tighter, fucked you harder, faster until his cum was spilling inside you and he was crying out your name into the night.

The feeling was overwhelming for you both. Like the back and forth, the will they won’t they had finally come to an end. There was no going back from this, no going back from this night you spent together. Steve was yours as you were his.

You melted into each other’s body, sweaty skin against sweaty skin as you both came back down to earth. You were both breathing heavy as Steve’s forehead came to rest against yours, his nose knocking against yours, toothy grins spreading across both of your mouths.

Steve brushed his lips against yours once more that night, pecking at your pillowy lips once, twice more. He would never get tired of the way they felt against his own, soft and sweet and right. Neither of you needed to say anything, to utter a single word, you both felt it, clearly on the same page.

“I think we should get cleaned up,” Steve spoke quietly, brushing the hair from your face, “bath or shower, hon?”

“I could go for a shower,” you answered, wincing as Steve pulled himself from you, the emptiness settling in. He insisted you stay put whilst he got things started. He fished the softest towels from the linen closet as he got the shower running.

Once you were clean and dry, wrapped in a towel as you sat on the edge of Steve’s bath, he leant in and pressed a single kiss to your nose. “I’ll get you some pyjamas. You’re staying the night, right? I mean— if you want to.”

And you did stay the night, of course you did. Steve’s soft sheets engulfed you as did the large bed you laid in. He spotted you a large, old t-shirt of his, the words now faded and a pair of shorts that were a little big on your hips.

You spent the night wrapped in Steve’s strong arms, your hand splayed on his chest, drawing shapes into his skin with your legs entwined. You spoke about forever and it felt so natural, like it was meant to be. Like your story had been going for decades but in reality, it was only just beginning.

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florymere · 2 years ago

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Hiii.❤️❤️

This morning I saw your fanfic about Joel and I was like OMG, I need to read it as soon as possible. And I did I loved it. 👉👈🥺❤️

So I see your requests are open so I thought I can ask something. Can you write a Joel fanfic where he is the dominant one but he let the reader take control for once, like tie him up or something. And he watches the reader as she cums over and over again but he can't touch himself and he begs. Something like that. Uhh and add a little bit of sir kink please.

Thank you.❤️❤️❤️

Control - Joel Miller smut

💕 thank you sweetheart. I'm so happy you liked it. It was the first fic in a very long time that I wrote for a new character. 💕

Warnings: 69, dirty talk, bondage, sir kink, pure smut...

"You want what?" Joel voice interrupts the oppressive silence that has reigned after your question.

Begging, you look up at him as you sit on your bed clad only in his shirt, "Please?"

He looks more surprised than really averse to your question, even if it is rather unusual.

Your dynamic is clearly defined and normally you wouldn't even think of asking him about it, but just today, when you've seen him flirting quite openly with another woman, you really want to.

The only problem is that he has to say yes because you wouldn't be able to physically get him to do it on your own.

He could just push you off of him and he'd probably laugh at your bad plan too.

You bite your lower lip and bat your eyelashes, "I really want to try it, Joel."

His eyes slide over your body before he looks you in the face again and then sighs, "Fine, whatever. Move over."

Excited, you do as he says and murmur a soft, "Thank you, sir."

He barely responds to your submissiveness and pulls his belt from his pants to hand it to you.

Excitedly, you reach for it and Joel sluggishly drops himself onto the bed.

His movements are slow and completely unimpressed as you crawl on top of him and he holds his wrists in front of your face.

It seems like he doesn't care at all that you're putting his belt around his wrists.

Every time you're in his current position, you're already trembling with anticipation and writhing underneath him, but with him, it just looks like he's doing you a huge favor.

You tighten his belt and he growls, "Do you even know what to do if I can't touch you?"

Jerkily, you look him in the eye and the arrogance with which he looks at you doesn't leave you cold.

That's exactly why things are going so well between you.

He's more of a dominant and demanding character by nature, while you like to let him make you small, especially in the bedroom.

Even now that he's the one you're now tying to your bed frame, he remains cocky and you avoid his gaze as you pull on his tied hands again for a test, which makes him grunt softly.

Satisfied, you let go of him and look down at the man below you.

As you expected, from the look he gives you, he doesn't seem to be averse to being the immobile one for once, but he doesn't know what you're up to yet.

Quietly clearing your throat, you lick your lips, "Don't worry. I'll do my best, sir."

Interested, he follows you with his eyes as you slide back so that your butt rests between his legs on the bed and you place your feet to the left and right of his narrow hips.

Because you're not wearing any panties, this gives him a direct view of your pussy, already glistening with wetness, and you smile slightly as his hands clench into fists.

Oh, he would regret underestimating you and flirting with this blonde.

You make yourself comfortable between his legs and as you slide your hand between your thighs, he almost breaks his neck to see more.

His hair is sticking out in all directions and his dark eyes are glued to your fingers, which spread your labia and then gently play with your clit.

Granted, it doesn't feel as good as Joel's fingers, but his greedy gaze and the bulge in his pants that's becoming more obvious are enough for you for now.

Using your feet, you push his shirt a little higher, needing at least some contact with his bare skin, then moan hoarsely, "You like the view?"

His thighs twitch and he growls, "Shove your fingers up your cunt."

Out of habit, you do as he says with two fingers and you throw your head back.

In response, a jolt goes through his body and you open your eyes.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you finger fuck yourself while Joel lies completely at your mercy, unable to take his eyes off your leaking pussy for anything in the world.

With each thrust of your fingers, you set up a mess between your legs, and with a thumb on your clit, it's not long before you're moaning harshly, "Joel...oh god...Joel..." Your voice breaks toward the end and your pussy throbs around your fingers as Joel tugs at his bound hands for the first time and barks, "Come here."

But you fight the reflex to obey him, shaking your head still sluggish from your orgasm, "No."

Incredulous, he tries to sit up, which of course is completely pointless, and he hisses, "Sugar, you do what I ask you to do right now, or else-"

Your eyebrows go up and you interrupt him, "Or else what? Are you flirting with that blonde chick again?"

You roll onto your stomach and he growls, "Is that what this is about? I wasn’t serious about that at all."

"Well, too bad I took it seriously," you lift your ass and slide over him until your pussy is hovering over his face like an unattainable reward and you rest your head on his thigh so your face is inches away from his now hard cock.

It's hell on earth that you won't touch him and he can't do anything about it himself either, that his cock is pressing painfully against t his pants and he can't do anything but look at your wet swollen cunt.

Grinning, you bite your lower lip as he lifts his head again and tries to press his lips on your throbbing sex, but just before touching you he can't get any further and frustratedly drops his head back on his pillow: "Okay, I get it. What do you want? Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness? I'm sorry and it will never happen again."

Again you let your hand slide between your legs and with a quick glance at his crotch, you see his cock twitch and you purr, "I accept your apology."

Your fingertips slide up through your cleft from the bottom and Joel rears back, "Then undo me or take my cock in your mouth, I don't care."

Your juices run down your thighs and you moan softly against his wrapped cock, "No sir."

With all his strength he pulls on the belt and you're glad the restraints don't give up because he would punish you hard for your ordeal and instead he grumbles, "Fuck, what the hell do you want?"

His cock feels like it's strangled and he wouldn't need anything more than a kiss from you on its tip to come, but you continue unperturbed, now fingering yourself inches from his face, "Beg me."

Again a jolt goes through his body, "What?"

It goes against his whole being to beg for something, even as you moan, "Beg me to take your cock in my mouth."

Silently, he remains lying there, staring at your cunt, which you are now fingering faster and more urgently.

Joel can see your pussy tighten around your fingers again and again and as you move your head a little on his thigh he curses loudly, "Oh fuck it. Will you please take my cock in your mouth, sugar?"

"I'm not convinced yet," you let your fingers slide out of your tight cunt and he turns his head a little to lick your juices off your thigh with his tongue and your body gives in almost completely at his warm tongue lash.

You stroke your finger over your swollen clit and you notice him give up, murmuring softly, "Please touch me, sugar. Please? I swear to you, I'll never even look at any woman again, but please, please suck my cock."

Satisfied, you whimper, "Yes, sir." And grab his pants with both hands, freeing his hard cock.

Freed from the confines of his pants, Joel moans deeply and at that moment you lower your hips and press your cunt against his mouth as you lick the precum from his cock and let it slide into your mouth.

The deep growl from his throat vibrates against your sensitive sex and you whimper with your mouth full.

As if it were his calling, he licks your cunt, pushing his hips towards your pretty lips again and again to get deeper into your throat.

With your hands you grab his balls and when you hear Joel's deep and loud moan, he already comes in your mouth.

Hectically you try to swallow it all as he sucks your clit in an uncoordinated way and you collapse on top of him, trembling and with your pussy pulsating.

It all happened so fast that you couldn't get it all down your throat and some of his cum drips out of your mouth as you roll off his strong body and finally look him in the eye again.

His gaze follows the wet trail on your chin and the drops of his cum dripping down to your thighs, "Sugar..."

Blinking, you look down at him and he licks his wet lips, "Untie me."

His voice is soft and as obedient as you normally are, you nod, "Yes, sir."

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