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hey, remember my complementary quartet au? (i really, really recommend you to check the first post before reading this, otherwise you probably wonât understand anything)
wait, what do you mean i didnât write anything about it for two months?..
WELL. the time doesnât matter.
 so. i mentioned in the previous post that thereâs a conflict between Martyn and RK at some point of the au. in this post, iâll elaborate on that.
you see, after RK and Martyn arrive to Hermitcraft, Martyn begins to spend a lot of time with Ren. itâs not like heâs doing this intentionally, heâs just really excited to meet another version of his King! in the same time, RK and Ren donât really like each other, to say the least. which leads to them actively avoiding one another.
which eventually results in RK and Martyn seeing each other less, as well.
but thatâs not only it. at some point, RK starts to intentionally seclude himself from Martyn. donât get him wrong, he still dislikes Ren, but⌠but maybe, just maybe, it will be better for Martyn to stay with him. his other version is not as traumatized as RK himself (from RKâs perspective, anyway), he lives in a peaceful place, he has a lot of friendsâŚ
RK wonât admit that Ren might be better in some ways
RK wonât admit heâs envious
heâll just. heâll just do whatâs right. thatâs what it is. nothing more.
 meanwhile, Martyn really misses his King. yeah, heâs having a lot of fun with Ren, but that doesnât mean that he doesnât want to spend time with RK anymore! so, he tries to reconnect with him again.
then, he notices, that RK is clearly avoiding him. Martyn feels confused. this have never happened before. so, Martyn seeks an adviceâŚfrom Doc. he noticed, that he and RK became quite close recentlyâŚwell, in their weird rivalry way. whatever.
Doc doesnât know for sure what exactly is going on. after all, RK doesnât talk much about his feelings. but he did notice, that RK cares for his Hand. so, he suggests Martyn to talk to him.
 Martyn does exactly that and confronts RK.
it doesnât go well at all. RK stubbornly insists that he is fine. Martyn stubbornly (desperately, even) tries to get him to talk. the conversation quickly becomes heated.
maybe at some point RK says something along the lines of âdo ye even care to which king do ye serve?â
maybe Martyn leaves the conversation in tears, that RK wonât see.
 (tbh, i have an idea for the event that couldâve been a final trigger for this conversation, but i need to ponder on this a little bit more. wait for another two months idk /j)
 and so, rk-martyn argument actually initiates more rk-ren and doc-martyn interactions. let me explain.
Martyn doesnât try to seek Docâs help after that. itâs not because he thinks that Docâs advice was bad, he just prefers to deal with this alone. tbh, i kinda see c!Martyn as a person who is friendly and outgoing, but prefers to keep emotional stuff to himself, so, yeah. you might say âuhhh but why he did go to Doc in the first place?â, well, at that time he was too confused with RKâs behavior.
anyway, this time, it is Doc who reaches out to him. itâs not like heâs good at emotional stuff either, but hey. heâs pretty good with fixing his redstone machines. it canât be harder than that, right?..
in the meantime, Ren notices some changes in Martynâs state too, even tho the latter prefers not to speak about it. even though Ren is already on this whole crown madness stuff, he can put two and two together. he has an idea of what mightâve caused it.
and he decides to confront RK about it. even though heâs still wary of his alternate version.
tbh, their conversation doesnât change much, but it seems to be a turning point for these two. Ren finally stands up to RK, and RK starts to see that thereâs more to Ren than he initially thought.
 well, to be more precise, this seems to be the turning point for the whole quartet, changing the dynamic between all four. and this goes even further when empires crossover kicks in. yeah, i know that i said in the previous post that the rift doesnât lead to empires in cq!au. sorry, i changed my mind. i just was discussing this with my friend and i thought that empires crossover might be good for cq dynamic.
i can see RK refusing to follow the compass with Doc. he still prefers not to interact with big hermits events much. so, he stays on the hermitcraft. and, as you remember, Ren didnât join the crossover with others at first. so, i think, RK stumbles upon him at some point. and they⌠talk.
and then they talk more.
and maybe spend some time with each other.
honestly, i can see them warming up to each other ONLY after the end of RenTheKingâs storyline.
meanwhile, Martyn gladly joins the crossover. and, hey, remember how Doc was freaking out when he got on empires? WELL. i imagine him and Martyn sticking together during the crossover in cq!au. and Martyn, being a wanderer he is, is much more calmer in this situation then Doc. he can show to him all the wonders of an adventure like this, and they bond over this.
 then, after the crossover ends, Martyn and RK talk again, and this time, their conversation is much more fruitful. in the end, the dynamic between all four becomes much more domestic and calm.
 (my askbox and dms are still open for any questions! PLEASE if someone talks to me about cq!au iâll explode from happiness)
#hermitshipping#trafficshipping#treebark#rendoc#docmartyn#rk/ren#selfcest#cq!au#i should probably go get some sleep now lmao
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If you were to like redesign Magneto's classic outfit in a way that both suits the character and your own tastes, how would you redesign it?
uhhhh errrmmmmm i dont know i really couldnt improve upon perfection but i have still tried for you my friend !!!
#xmen#xmen comics#magneto#erik lehnsherr#max eisenhardt#erik magnus lensherr#like ig fc erik there too but only if you squint Generally Speaking this aint about him#snap sketches#i thought this was gonna be a quick thing but then As I Do i sat and thought about it for too long#and for what. my end result isn't that different from the beginning !! tragic .#out of these i think. it MAY be obvious i like the far right one#once i remembered I Do In Fact love megaman i locked in cause everytime i draw Classic Magneto all i think of is megaman#cant even make a magnetman joke that mfer already exists and he from my FAVORITE classic megaman title tyvm#anyway. should i explain my reasoning now. man i guess i can try#i couldnt tho is the thing- at least for the first set i really was just ickin around and seeing what i Might like#evidently it was nothing LMAO i told yall i cant improve perfection ... so i just. Smash Bros'd his classic look#With some tearing on the cape cause i said so ............#at most- with the furthermost right bit- i just wanted to emphasize a feeling of 'power' hence the chunkier boots + gloves#with the first look i tried that angle with showing some arm skin buuuuttt i dont like it ...#i think the sleeveless look really only works if the outfit's black idk i cant explain it#overall the first design i tried just feels too sleek for my liking if i wanted to go for a 'power' approach#i like the 'M' i did with the legs at least. i really wanted to incorporate an M in case it wasnt clear but alas ...#tbh i might steal the boots/gloves/underwear design from myself when i draw classic magneto regularly. SHRUG we'll see#as for now i am very sleepy and i have class in the morning and i want to do some work Before Class#very cool but very sad i dont have my third class today :( its my fave class :( at least i get more time to work#and the more work i get done the more time i get to draw the sillies !!! epic ...#anyways. good night everyone !!!!!!! talk to yall tomorrow ..... probably ... or later ig technically... i should sleep earlier <- wont
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Been thinking abt corrupted au again. I'm unwell
Anyways. I think corrupted!Sonic would struggle with dissociation. He has a lot of moments where he feels unreal, untethered from his body. Watching but not feeling
Some of Sonic's idle dialogue in Frontiers implies he may have been dissociating a bit while he was working to save his friends. "I know I'm moving... I can't feel it" and "I'm so cold now... numb" specifically come to mind, though you could also attribute these to physical exhaustion. I like to think it's a bit of both
But corrupted!Sonic continues to have these episodes even after everything that happened in the Starfall Islands has passed, mostly due to what remains of the cyber corruption in him
He's completely silent in that state (not like he talks much to begin with after getting amnesia, but he's noticeably quieter) and mostly unresponsive. Sometimes he'll stay right where he is, spaced out. Other times he'll run off, his body basically going on autopilot and wandering to places that were once familiar. It might even happen while he's doing something else, and he won't remember having done it when he comes to
Aside from the more severe dissociative episodes though, he also feels generally disconnected from his body. It feels unfamiliar now, and he often finds himself trying to make himself smaller because that's how he remembers being. But having grown and changed so much makes that hard. Not even curling up into a ball feels the same now. He has to get used to being a teenager all over again
#ramblings#corrupted au#he's just. not okay mentally. or physically tbh#but mostly not okay mentally#i would say he should go to therapy but he would not cooperate. he probably wouldn't even go to his appointments he'd just forget#unless tails makes him go but still his therapist probably wouldn't get very far#umm wait now that i think of it this might need some kind of tag. but idk what tho so#ask to tag#jic#anyways i hope this make sense it's past midnight rn and i really should be sleeping lmao
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Free therapy
#speculation nation#i am feeling worn out but fulfilled#they sent our new boba cutter in a fucking CRATE and we didnt have a crowbar or anything#so we used two hammers to just beat the shit out of it#and let me tell u. this was AMAZINGLY therapeutic considering how angry i was this morning#content from a job well done AND there were no injuries#i took basic safety precautions and put on gloves and glasses#still absolutely sus & probably some OSHA violations happening#but i dont rly care if i get injured lmao. so i made it work#no splinters even! and MAN it was fun to shatter this wood.#and now... other things i guess. kinda wanna just go home and sleep now lol#but there r more things to make. and i have to prep for my meeting tonight#... and i guess we should clean up too. lol#in any case i had fun and thats what matters
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its 12 in the goddamn morning and i started working on this dumbass NINE PANEL COMIC since 4. it's been 9 hours since i started this. what did i spend 1 hour per each fucking panel or something WHAT TJE JELL WHY DID THIS TAKE SO MUCH OF MY TIME!!!!
anyways,,,,, done i guess. the trio feel so fanon in this but whatever i guess i can't be bothered anymore. i tried writing inner thoughts for killer and his little decision helper versions of himself in his head but if it's not stage 2 killer i immediately suck. which is why this comic sucks. i suck this one really sucks ITS SO OOC I FEEL,,,,, MY TRIO DONT ACT LIKE THIS. KINDA. WELL IN MY HEAD THEY DO BUT NOW THAT ITS NOT IN MY HEAD IT FEELS SO OOC!!! kinda idk anymore. i'll allow the masses to decide when i wake up tomorrow morning and spend 3 hours fighting with myself to post this
#funny little detail is that dust and horror still treat killer like they do in stage 2#those 2 have no IDEA about his stages lmaoooo đđđ#can you tell i really dont care much for stage 1. or any of the other stages aside from 2. bc 2 is the coolest :3#but UGHHH unFORTUNATELY if i like a character i should experiment with all parts of them. siiiiigh#i think this is the second time i've EVER drawn s1 killer with horrordust. because he really really wouldn't#idk HOW exactly the stages are triggered but if s1 gets triggered when killer's relaxed or something then uhhhh#aint no way he's going into s1 near those two at ALL LMAO. it's the same with dust and his eyelights#those 3 do not trust and care for eachother enough to lower their guards#and even if they DID trust and care for eachother the guards are still not being lowered because then that'd just make themselves a threat#some of the hands in this are absolute bangers and others are just blobs lul#they're supposed to be talking a sweet little walk. where and to where? idk man#and i think this would be set in that silly little how do trip meet to travel multiverse thing#killer has a freak out during his relaxing walk because he realizes that he's kinda fucked up his relationship with dust and horror#dust and horror probably dont even care LMAO but they do start to notice killer being eeeeever so slightly nicer to them#its weird but whatever. totally not trying to provoke the guy so he'll stop being weird like this#any form of betterment as a group and individuals with these 3 is immediately ruined by the other 2#i love that for them. group and self sabatoging trio đđâ¤ď¸ literally them tho#killer looks so..... decent in this! and he's in the most panels lmao#im getting tired now.... eepy.... its 1 am........ going 2 sleep now.....#good night triglycernation aka murder time trio legion aka killer dust horror obsessors#tricule rant
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one unfortunate thing abt watching bloody violent up-close-and-personal movies is that it makes me even more crazy touchstarved than usual after.. I need to wrestle someone NOW
#i need to BITE. or lie in someones lap and let them stroke my hair#also now my family have left i probably wont even get a hug for a longass time......... its dire out here#ik my flatmate said a while ago she wouldnt mind if i wanted more physical contact or whatever but ik thats not true#bc she always seems so physically uncomfortable near me or moves so distinctly far out of my space like i get the message man#and its just difficult for me for so many complicated reasons. sigh#im just tired of feeling so lonely always all the time. and so ostracised or alienated in every community and relationship in my life#and i know thats my own fucking fault bc im stupidly incapable of allowing myself to trust and believe other people abt anything#and partly also bc im disabled and autistic as shit etcetc and so will always come across weird and Other and i have no control over that#but mostly its my fault. and i dont even know where to begin trying to fix that man. if its even fixable in this lifetime i dont even know#but it sucks ass im so tired of being sad and close to tears 90% of the time i cry on the fucking daily even on good days#dont get me wrong im doing pretty okay at the moment like i dont even really have any Real problems its all just in my fucking head#but unfortunately thats the head i live in. and will live in the rest of my life so i guess im always gonna feel like this on some level#so i need to just accept it and be grateful for the shit i have bc it could be so so much worse#and yet i cant just do that so here we are!!!!!!!!! oh well.#maybe a part of me likes being miserable. or feels like i deserve it. bc im really fucking good at it lmao#anyway i should go to bed soon before this gets worse. at least i dont have work tmr so i can do smth nice or chill all day#and there have been lots of nice things today too.. ah i just need to sleep#sorry for rambling my ass off with my mentally ill monologues again đ well not that sorry bc youll see me do it again lol#.vent#.diaries
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juno having a special interest in dog-adjacent poke.mon đ¤ guz having a hyperfixation in bug-type poke.mon
#audhd4adhd fjdkdl#the periods are just there so hopefully this doesnt show up for ppl if they search up the franchise fhfkdl#i like to imagine us excitedly rambling to each other abt our interests djdkdl#the grunts probably are excited to learn abt more types of mons bc Guz primarily is focused on bugs#and idk abt Plumes I think she's a poison type trainer mainly#but junebug is out here with not a specific type but rather an appearance hehe so theres all kinds of types!!#i still need to compile a list of all the dog mons and then chart out what type(s) each is#and figure out the ideal team fjfkfl#head in hands. the autism is autisming. who would have guessed this game created by an autistic man would play into my autism so well LMAO#actually i never fact checked that but apparently the game was created by an autistic man đ I'll have to go google that#me: wow that was a fucked up nightmare! its still early so i should get more sleep! [proceeds to scroll thru F/O posts for over an hour]#and now im getting lost in poke.mon land nooooo dandy go back to sleeeeep. smh its too late now RIP i dont think i can fall back asleep đ#alas and alack! hopefully i can stay asleep thru nightmares tonight instead fhfjfkl we shall find out#time to go do some fun research for now :3#dandyshucks#junebug đŞ˛#đso good at being in trouble#đa boy and his bugđŞ˛
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#said it was so it should be my stepmom did Iâm sane#this is why I canât lmao#thereâs real hatred inside my mind and outside itâs worse itâs worse cause that hatred comes from a place of feeling but when I think about#things I seriously feel nothing and feel the need to organize my life but everything has so many social implications spark is supposed to he#help with but he doesnât give a fuck he seriously just looks out for himself and I donât blame him#im trying to get into that trad kind of role in our towns but seriously he doesnât want that nobody does im fucked and im not sure what to d#I havenât committed any serious crimes I donât think the government can banish me to jail hell without making it worse in the long run im s#seriously just considering all the reasons#half of them are relationship based and half of them are class based and none of them can be fixed by me so seriously I donât know what to d#do besides give up radicalize#all these fuckinf solutions are so impulsive nobody has time to waste with this shit itâs like thereâs deadlines or bets or some shit maybe#maybe im in the dead pool idfc it doesnât seem that way I mean u could probably bet on babies with spark but if heâs with me then like lol#so many things I canât even confide in people about bc mfkz are asleep or something I was talking about zombies today and like idk people do#people donât live their lives knowing things and thatâs been my goal since a while back just researching things im interested in#but now itâs like#my peers in the age group Iâm in donât know things and Iâll tell them abt shit and theyâll have a dissociative episode then go to sleep and#wake up all perfect again so like LITERALLY THEIR LIVES ARE SUPPORTED BY EITHER THEMSELVES THEIR PARENTS OR THEIR EMPLOYERS NOBODY WILL SUPP#SUPPORT ME#IDFK#im good itâs good#didnât#goddammit#I know Iâm being controlled pushed down repressed cause itâs seeming unpatriotic to think#itâs a bitch move to not appreciate the things Iâve been given.#itâs a bitch move to not appreciate the man in my life.#gotta take yknow.#thatâs not me#sure itâs me but Jesus#hi Jesus#sanity
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â§.* now what happens when you find a frustrated theodore nott on the quidditch pitch...?
theodore nott x prefect!lamb!reader (fem pov)
word count: approx. 2.4k
cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, sexual language, praise, piv, fingering, unprotected sex, face painting lmao, slight exhibitionism(?)(on the quidditch stands lol)
a/n: first smut fic like ever i fear... don't bully please </3 + been working on this sleep-deprived, lmk about spelling mistakes :(
"Hey- hey!" you said loudly over the raging music, leaning over your friend's shoulder. "I'm gonna go; got prefect duty!"
Your friend, too engrossed in your house's quidditch victory party after they had beaten Slytherin earlier that evening, gave you a mere nod before realizing you actually said something. "Really? There are other prefects out anyways and you never find anyone. Don't be lame, just stay!"
"No, it's fine. I like walking outside anyways, it's fun," you explained, garnering a rather dismissive wave goodbye from your friend.
You trudged down the corridors searching for the way out of the castle. Curfew was approaching and you were given the task of finding a few stragglers outdoors; a task you most appreciated due to the fact you'd never find anybody and you were usually lucky with receiving ample amounts of good weather.
Too comfortable with the usual, you spent most of your patrol time frolicking on the grassy fields and never looked too carefully for any students. You were about to head back inside when you saw the broom shed's door open. Curiously, you peered inside and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary...
A bit daunted, you closed the door and suddenly saw movement in the corner of your eye. You whipped around quickly, seeing someone flying on the quidditch pitch. You made your way into the pitch, assuming it was some overzealous lowerclassman riding on their broomstick.
As you made your way into the pitch, you realized how large it really was, somewhat awestruck. Hearing a distressed grunt, you turned around and saw the person who was flying, quite a distance away, chuck their broom onto the ground. You hastened over and the image came into view. Their brunette waves became clearer with each step you took and you managed to get their attention.
"H-hey!" You waved. You came to a stop in front of them, slightly huffing as they looked at you acutely. "Theodore, it's curfew in like... oh, two minutes ago."
Theodore raised an eyebrow at your words, seeming as if he had no idea who you were. "What?" he asked you, even though he heard what you said.
"It's past curfew, you can't be here," you said patiently. "What are you even doing here?"
"What's it look like?" he retorted. "Practicing," he added before you could answer his rhetoric question.
"Well... you should practice tomorrow. You already had that game today, you should take a break," you suggested.
He gave you what was probably the most condescending look ever, roaming over your figure. "Yeah, and we lost, princess. Need to practice."
"Don't overwork yourself," you said, your voice tinged with concern. "You were great today, I saw!"
"Mhm, probably cheering on your house, yeah?" he sneered. "Just get lost, I'm not harmin' anyone by practicing, but you're going to tell someone aren't you?" He looked a bit taut and you couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him. After all, he wasn't the worst player on his team yet he was the only one here practicing, probably losing hairs in the process.
"No, I won't tell anyone," you said quickly. "You look exhausted though. At least sit down." You trailed all the way to one of the tall wooden towers going up to the quidditch spectator stands, feeling the wooden bench poke your thighs. Surprisingly, he sat beside you on your right with a grunt, running his hands through his hair.
Well, now what.
You peered at him in wonderment as his gaze was set straight, admiring his birthmark. Your eyes trailed around the side of his face, looking at his thick, dark brows and then at his slightly unkempt hair. He turned suddenly to face you and you darted your head away, embarrassed. He let out a small scoff, throwing his head down in a smirk.
"So," you started. "You like quidditch?" you asked dumbly. He obviously did... he plays.
"I do," he responded. "When we win."
"You guys almost did," you consoled him, tentatively reaching to rub his shoulder.
Theodore didn't protest, finding the way your palm's touch warmed his shoulder unexpectedly comforting. He looked at your seemingly apologetic face before his eyes wandered down your form, going from your neck and then down to your legs.
"Mm, almost."
Fidgeting with your fingers, you spoke up again. "Yeah, almost! Almost is good!" You reassured him. "Don't beat yourself up-- you're already so stressed." You recalled the instances in class where he'd focus on his work, the times you saw him in the library as you patrolled the halls, and the way he never seemed to hang out with his friends this past week.
"Oh princess," he said, calling you that nickname again, making you turn a light shade of pink. "When has almost winning ever helped anyone? What can I do about the stress? Nothing's going to change if I don't work." He gave a nonchalant shrug, breaking contact with your sorry eyes as he buried his head in his hands.
"Uhm... I mean, do you want help?" You peered at him, wide-eyed and full of pity.
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And that's how you found yourself sitting on the open quidditch stands, thighs squeezed together with your head downcast as Theodore rubbed lazy circles over your underwear.
"I-I don't really see how this is supposed to help you," you mumbled.
He used his other hand to hold your chin gently, guiding your head to face him. "You think seeing a pretty girl like you lookin' like this doesn't help me?" he simpered. You felt your face heat up from the compliment, shifting your thighs to press against each other some more.
He let go of your chin and you looked down to watch him spread your thighs apart gently. Despite never being his friend, his touch felt familiar, even soothing. In fact, you didn't protest against him, even when you felt him slip your underwear to the side and insert a thick finger into your cunt.
Your mouth agape, you turned to look at him, brows knitting together as he met your gaze with a lascivious smile. You pressed your lips together to try and catch your breath, but it only lasted a few seconds as your lips parted once he entered another digit into you. He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off of yours, drinking in your dazed look.
You felt his pace increase, his fingers going in and out of your now glossy cunt rapidly, and let out a shaky moan which made Theodore's mouth contort in a wicked smile. You threw your head back, looking up at the greying sky. He leaned closer to you, his warm breath hitting your ear as he whispered.
"Feels good, yeah? Feels good to help me decompress hm?" He asked you quietly, having you squirm from his touch. You nodded meekly and let out a small yeah in response.
You had never experienced anything like this before. You were sort of scared, but also excited... maybe a bit confused? ...happy to help?
His touch eventually slowed, his two now-soaked fingers leaving your cunt as he held them up in front of you. Your eyes followed his fingers, your face turning into that of surprise as he brought his fingers into his mouth momentarily.
"So sweet..." he breathed out. "Come on, open up," he slapped your cheek lightly with his clean hand.
You opened your mouth slightly, your eyes looking reluctant.
"Come on, don't be scared," he cooed. You opened a little wider and he gently placed the two fingers on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around slowly, tasting sweet, kind of salty as well, but you weren't sure if that was you or his fingers. Taking in your appearance with his fingers in your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Cute."
He stood up from the bench with a sigh, taking a step in front of you. "Just one more thing, that okay?" he asked, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.
"Yeah- yeah sure," you agreed. Even though you were unfamiliar with what you guys were doing, you were just glad you could help him out in some way.
"Good girl. --Has anyone told you how sweet you are?" He leaned forward slightly and cupped your cheeks to tilt your head upwards as you stayed seated on the bench.
"Some people, mhm," you nodded.
"Well, they weren't lying." He complimented you casually, making your stomach lurch in an oddly pleasant way. You adverted your gaze so you could soak in his compliment, your head then snapping up at the sound of a zipper. He gave you a wink that you'd be thinking about for the next week and a dazzling smile that you couldn't protest against.
He guided your legs up off the ground so you'd be kneeling on the stands bench and turned you around, having you facing opposite of the center of the quidditch pitch, towards the castle. Your eyes widened from the circumstances, the risk of being so exposed. You heard him shuffle a little behind you, the sound of his pants going down, boxers following.
You felt one of his cold fingers brush against your skin as he pushed your skirt up, making you shudder. He pulled your sodden underwear down and you heard him take a sharp inhale. His fingers ran over your folds, eliciting a groan from him. "You're so wet... n' you've never done this?" he asked you.
You shook your head, making him sigh.
"And you really want to give this to me?"
"Yeah, I do," you muttered quietly. You didn't care that it was Theodore, you just saw him as someone who needed some help and you were going to give it to them... Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you cared that it was Theodore. The Slytherin that you'd always catch yourself ogling at during the quidditch games, the one you'd stare at in potions, the guy you'd hold the door open for before Charms class.
Seeing no reason to delay his pleasure, Theodore positioned himself between your legs, holding your waist from behind as he pushed the tip of his cock into your ready cunt. You couldn't help the large gasp you let out while he stretched you out. You tried to recuperate momentarily, but he continued to enter you slowly, feeling as if there was no end.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured. He slid in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace over time before you started to let out involuntary moans.
"Theo- Theodore," you huffed out, almost whining. "The castle-- someone could see us," you worried.
His pace becoming incontinent, he brushed off your concern with ease. "No one will, okay?"
Even with his reassurance, you couldn't help but feel sheepish, your anxiety spiking as the thrill got to you.
"Oh my g-god," you moaned. Theodore leaned into your back, head resting on the nape of your shoulder. He snaked his arm on your other shoulder, putting you in a headlock. You brought your hands up to hold his arm, your mind going blank as he started up a relentless speed on you and had his other arm travel down to rub on your clit.
"Shh, shh," he whispered. "Now they will see us if you don't quiet down, yeah?" You nodded in agreement, understanding that you mustn't be loud. After a few minutes of biting back your moans as he drilled into you, he positioned you to lie on your back, on one of the benches. You complied and allowed him to reposition himself into you.
"F-fuck!" You mewled, unable to contain yourself in the new position.
"Shh, shh, shhh..." he shushed you once again, covering your mouth with a large hand as the other held both of your legs against his chest. "Be quiet for me, okay? You can do it," he murmured into your ear, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.
You nodded slowly as you looked up at him when he pulled his head away from you. "Good... so good."
So entranced by his eye contact, your brain drowned out the sounds of his cock going in and out of your sopping cunt, forgetting all about your precarious surroundings.
You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel and you knew that your orgasm was nearing. You clawed at Theodore's hand that was on your mouth and he let go, allowing your ragged gasps to float out into the air.
"You okay?" he asked you. "You close?" He couldn't help but smile endearingly at your state, horribly disheveled, biting your own lip to keep yourself from attracting attention.
"Mm," you nodded weakly, feeling your legs begin to shake. As you came undone, you felt him slow down, letting out groans of his own. You bit down on your lips harder and you could feel tears creeping into your eyes as you felt overloaded with sensations. He pulled out of you with a light pop and stepped towards your head.
He had his cock a few inches above your face and looked hesitant before asking, "May I?"
You honestly weren't very sure of what he was requesting, but you let out a soft yeah, being surprised once he spilled onto your face.
Your lips parted into an o-shape as you squinted slightly. After one last drop, you ran a finger on your cheek, observing the mark he left on you trailing down your finger. He dropped his hands to his side and crouched down to be face level with you. He cupped your face with his hands as he ushered you to sit up.
"You're a sweetheart, so nice of you to help," he praised. Even though he had just done things to you that you'd never even been brave enough to imagine an hour prior, you couldn't fight back the bashful look on your face.
"Of course," you whispered. "Do you feel better?" you asked, pulling your underwear back up.
"Yeah, yeah I do," he chortled. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
You saw the sky darkening by the second and looked out the pitch. "Oh! Someone's coming!" you exclaimed.
He gave a mischievous smile that you could stare at for days, planted a quick kiss on your lips, and grabbed your hand to stand you up, brushing ur skirt down to cover your behind.
"Then let's go."
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Hello! I was wondering if you could do the Dormleaders' reactions to Yuu who, given that they're from another world, is immune to any and all magic spells.
Example: Riddle's 'Off With Your Head' doesn't make a collar on their neck, 'King's Roar' doesn't affect them at all, 'It's A Deal' doesn't take anything from Yuu and acts like any ordinary contract, etc.
However, this means any healing spells has no effect, forcing Yuu to heal on their own.
Thank you for reading this!
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË magic immune reader
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
out of all the dorm leaders, Riddle would be the most annoyed
...not that 'Off With Your Head' would've done much, anyway
you have no magic to take away
but... it's the meaning!
it's symbolic!
even a plain old collar would be punishment enough
but he can't even do that!
hopefully, you're not the type to misbehave, so he won't have to worry about it
if you are...
...expect to spend a lot of your week trimming the hedges around Heartslabyul as punishment
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Leona doesn't even know until his overblot
...well...
until after his overblot
everyone keeps going on about how lucky you are
(personally, he doesn't see what's so great about being magic-repellent, but sure)
he's... glad you're okay
not that he'd ever admit that...
just don't let it get to your head, alright?
being immune to magic means both bad and good spells
and he's not going to be sanding you again anytime soon
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Azul is PISSSSSED lmao
all that work he's put into his latest business venture
and for what??
you're not even BOUND by his contracts!
he has a hard time saying goodbye to Ramshackle...
what a nice cafe it would have made...
but, still
there's got to be some way he can use this to his advantage
he's an adaptable man
and he's always looking for a new assistant
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Kalim is only a little disappointed
first, you can't even cast a spell
now you can't have any cast on you?
you're missing out on all his great party tricks!!!
but... oh, well
he thinks of it as an adventure, or a fun challenge
magicless parties sound kinda cool, right?
and Jamil says it's probably for the better, and Kalim trusts his judgment
(...for now, at least, cough cough)
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
not counting the... VDC incident, Vil doesn't care
unlike your annoying friends, he has no reason to curse you
and he can certainly think of many magicless punishments should you ever misbehave
so, no
not really something that crosses his mind
even when you're unwell (because, of course, he's the first to tend to you), he prefers using natural remedies before magical ones
to him, it's just another piece of the strange puzzle that is you
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
honestly what is Idia going to do
open the gates of hell on you?
nah
even boring spells would be too much effort for a guy like him
he does find you kinda interesting, though
I mean, being immune to magic in this place is a total buff!
imagine a group of NPCs firing magic at you, and you're like, wham! whew! zoooom!
...in his own words, anyway
(it's not actually that cool)
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Malleus...
where do I even start?
he's so reliant using magic that he can almost sense there's something different about you right away
one on hand, it's a good thing
he worries about you, you know? the students at this school can get... unruly
on the other hand, knowing that you won't respond to magical healing is... worrying
he tries not to think about it so much
his overblot is a different story, though
if he can't put you to sleep, what can he do? trap you at NRC with him forever?
actually... I take it back, he'd totally do that
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feel the same - s.r. x bau!reader
spencer misunderstands a conversation he overhears between reader and derek. tags/cws: misunderstandings, confessions of feelings, use of 'y/n', gn!reader, fluff, mild angst, derek morgan has big brother energy wc: 1708 (much longer than I thought lmao) a/n: I'm truly obsessed with season 1 spencer as of late so I HAD to write a fic with him in mind. <3
also posted on ao3
âYou know Pretty Boy likes you, donât you?â
Spencer had been trying to get some sleep on the flight back after working a case that had drained all his energy when the sound of Morganâs voice caught his attention. Without opening his eyes, he knew exactly who he was talking to. Spencer had never outright admitted to anyone that he had developed feelings for you but it was getting harder to deny. Once Derek had started pointing out the way heâd look up when you entered a room or the way his eyes lingered as you walked away, he was becoming concerned that this crush was more obvious than heâd like it to be.Â
Heâs been trying to ignore it, telling himself itâs unprofessional when really itâs because he believes thereâs no way you could possibly feel the same. Thereâs a myriad of reasons why he wished Derek would keep his big mouth shut but honestly â that was probably the biggest.
âLikes me? How old are we?â The smooth sound of your response makes Spencer smile to himself in spite of the current situation.Â
â(Y/N), come onâŚâ Derek chuckles and is immediately met with a long stretch of silence. Spencer can picture the death glare he knows heâd see on your face if he were to look at you in this moment. âLook, you know heâs never gonna ask you out himself so maybe you should justââ
âDerek.â You interrupt with an evident sternness in your tone. âIâm not having this conversation with you. Iâve told you, itâs not happening.â Ouch. Spencer had never allowed himself to dream that you would reciprocate his feelings but he definitely wishes he had been asleep for that one. With that, he forces his eyes shut tighter than before and takes in one deep, slightly shaky breath and decides to try to go back to sleep, if only so that he doesnât have to hear you reject him even harder.
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Spencer wakes up as the jet is landing and he quickly gathers all of his things, walking out and across the strip with much more urgency than usual. This detail doesnât go unnoticed by you, not much does â especially where Spencer is concerned â and you make a mental note to check in with him later. He had caught your eye the first day you met him which must be, what? Half a year ago now? And he had been on your mind ever since. You had bonded quickly as friends, being the two youngest members on the team. About a month ago you had finally allowed yourself to acknowledge the fact that you had developed feelings for him. Youâd sit next to him at any given opportunity, listen to his infamously long rants much longer than anyone else would, spend just a little too long staring at his lips as he talked you through his theories. It didnât take long for people to notice. Elle had her suspicions, JJ made a comment every now and then, but Derek â he wouldnât let it go. He teases you about it constantly. You havenât given him the satisfaction of admitting it, you havenât been able to deny it either.
When you eventually make your way into the building along with the rest of the team you notice that Spencer had already left. Itâs only then you start to be concerned. Itâs unlike him to leave in such a hurry, even more so to not even say goodbye. You rack your brain trying to come up for a reason for this strange behavior. Is he sick? Upset about something? Was it you? You begin to go over every interaction youâd had with him recently when you have to stop yourself before you spiral. Heâs just tired. If it was serious heâd tell you⌠right?
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The next morning you walk in to find Spencer at his desk working on the report he didnât write last night before he had basically ran away.
âMorning, Spence!â You greet him, making an effort to sound cheerful as you lean on his desk. He doesnât look up, like heâs trying extra hard to look busy.
âMorning, (Y/L/N).â He replies without looking up. His tone seems normal, his use of your last name is what sounds the alarms in your head.
âHey⌠are you feeling alright?â You ask tentatively, not wanting to pry too much in case you really had done something wrong that you clearly werenât aware of. âI noticed you kind of left in a hurry last night.â He finally looks up and meets your eyes, easing your nerves slightly. His eyes shift away and then back to yours before a soft smile graces his lips, one that doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âIâm okay.â He responds after a while in a way that sounds like thatâs not all he wants to say. You go to reassure him, make sure he knows he can tell you anything, but stop yourself when you notice the way he tenses when you place a hand on his shoulder. Retracting your hand quickly, you begin to fidget with your fingers before running them through your hair nervously.
âSpencer⌠Iââ You start and stop and Spencer feels a little guilty as you seem to stumble over your words anxiously. âIs it me? Did I do something? Because if I did Iââ.
â(Y/N).â Spencer cuts off your panicked rambling. You take a steadying breath as he slowly rises to stand in front of you, your eyes trailing up when he towers over you. He looks around the room and sighs before focusing back on you. âCan we go somewhere to talk?â You nod and begin walking towards a storage room with Spencer following close behind, quickly checking that there's no one in there before stepping inside.
âWhatâs going on with you?â You break the silence as Spencer closes the door behind him. âYou know you can talk to me about anything.â
âIâm sorry if Iâve been acting weird.â You notice the way he dodges the question. He canât meet your eyes anymore, his gaze shifts around the room and he smiles awkwardly at you.
âSpence, thatâs notââ You interrupt yourself, trying to find a way to put your thoughts to words without overwhelming him. âI only want you to be okay. Youâve been acting differently since last night⌠If thereâs something going on I want to be there for you.â When you say that he smiles sadly. He looks down in thought as if heâs considering something.
âI heard you talking to MorganâŚâ He mumbles, still staring at his feet â wringing his hands together. You furrow your brows in confusion. Talking to Morgan? âOn the jet on the way homeâŚâ
âOh.â This isnât happening. You figure you shouldâve known Derekâs relentless teasing would be your downfall. He must know you like him now. Thereâs a reason you never wanted him to know how you felt. You couldnât stand the thought of anything ruining your friendship. Spencer visibly deflates even more in front of you at your lack of response. You begin scrambling to come up with a way to get out of this horrifically embarrassing situation.
âLook, Iâ I didnât mean to make this awkwardâŚâ Oh god. The way heâs stuttering and tripping over his words. You stare blankly at him, then duck your head, bracing for the impact of his rejection. âItâs not like I thought you would feel the same way I justââ Wait what? Your head snaps back up to see his face, eyes widened, which seems to startle him a little. âI wasnât going to say anything but I guess I just got really in my head about it.â He begins to look a little panicked. âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable, Iâm sorry if I did.â You just keep staring up at him, mouth agape in disbelief. â(Y/N)?â He says your name with a sad desperation and it reminds you that you should respond.
âSorry, Iââ You say slowly while shaking your head. âAre you saying that â Do you like me?â Now itâs Spencerâs turn to look confused, but it was all starting to make sense to you. You had thought he was acting weird because he had found out about your feelings, when in reality, it was the other way around.
âYes?â He replies hesitantly.
âI like you too.â You say simply with a shy smile but Spencer looks completely taken aback.Â
âYou do?â The way his eyes light up with a subtle excitement was adorable. Soon after, that look was replaced with skepticism. âBut I thoughtâ you told Morgan you didnât like me.â
âI told Morgan to stop teasing me about you because I didnât think thisâŚâ You gesture between the two of you. âWas ever going to happen.â Spencer let out a sigh of relief and smiled bashfully.
âYou could have just told me.â You feel his eyes scanning your face as if he were still looking for proof that you werenât messing with him.
âYou didnât tell me either.â
âI thought there was no wayâŚâ You make eye contact as he trails off in thought. âI guess it doesnât matter now.â Spencer takes a tentative step closer to you but doesnât move to touch you in any way, so you reach out to take his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together.
âWell⌠maybe if we donât have to fly out for a case today, we could go to dinner tonight?â Youâre staring down at your intertwined hands, squeezing once before looking back up. When you see his face heâs still looking down with a big dopey grin on his face and you canât help but smile right back.
âYesâ definitely.â You giggle at his obvious enthusiasm.Â
You both stay in the storage room for another couple minutes, mostly just staring starry eyed at each other. Eventually you both decide that you should get back to work. You try to hide whatever was now going between you as much as you can but like always, Derek Morgan figures you out within minutes and he, along with the rest of the team, teases you relentlessly. (You wouldnât have it any other way.)
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â summary: stuck at the chateau with jjâ who hates youâ during a hurricane turns into a night you definitely didnât expect.
â pairing: jj maybank x kook princess!reader
â warnings: smut! 18+ hate sex!! dub con, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking, some language, jj is a so mean in this. i think thatâs all.
â noteâ i literally found this in my notes from back in June lmao. thought iâd finish it and post it.
⼠the stormâ j.m
âiâm not afraid, sare! i just donât necessarily like storms. i donât understand why you and john b. couldnât stay here tonightâ
a sigh leaves your lips, fingertips pushing the thin curtains of the room youâre in to the side as you watched the rain pour down, the trees roughly swayed from the strong winds as booms of thunder and cracks of lightning fill your ears.
sarah chuckles. ây/n/n youâre going to be fine! besides jj is there too, why donât you go hang out with him? the storm should be passed by morningâ
you groan, letting the curtains fall from your fingers. quickly turning your body, you make your way toward the bed, tossing yourself back onto the mattress as you roll your eyes.
youâd gladly hang out with jj, but he hated you. you never understood why, but he always acted like he would rather be anywhere else when you were around.
âjj hates me, sare. you know thatâ
the sound of john bâs voice and sarahâs giggles fill your ears, making you roll your eyes again.
âhe doesnât hate you! he just doesnât like kooks, so heâs taking his time on warming up to usâ
boom!
a loud rumble of thunder causes you to slightly jump. you completely throw the fact that jj hates you out the window and jump up from the bed, slowly making your way toward the door. âokay sare, iâm going to find jj, yâall have a good nightâ
sarah says her goodbyes and you hang up the phone. you slowly pull open the bedroom door, slipping out of the room in search of jj.
you make your way down the small hallway and into the living room, finding a shirtless jj standing at the screen door of the house as he watched the storm roll in.
you find yourself staring at him longer than you probably should, but you couldnât help yourself. you had thought jj was attractive from the moment you first laid eyes on him, and how couldnât you? he was beautifully tanned and toned, his back muscles contracting with every move he made, his messy blond hair framed his face perfectly, his perfect plump, pink lips, and his eyes. his bright, ocean blue eyes could make any girl melt.
but you would never openly admit any of that.
âhey j, canât sleep either?â
your voice startles him, making him jump and turn to face you. his face quickly turns into a look of annoyance when he sees itâs you, not like he could see anyone else, youâre the only two here.
he turns back toward the door, his focus back on the storm outside. âwhat do you want?â
you sigh, running a hand through your hair and sitting on the old couch.
âi just couldnât sleep, itâs really coming down out there huh?â
jj groans, resting his head against the screen door before he pulls back and turns to face you. âare you really trying to make small talk with me right now? you and i donât get along, so letâs not pretend we doâ
you scoff, turning yourself on the couch and sitting on your knees to face jj fully. âyou donât like me, i try to be nice, but you make it so goddamn hard when you act like you canât stand me!â
jj opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it when a loud rumble of thunder shakes the small house. you jump slightly at the sound, your eyes going wide as you frantically look around the small house, cursing yourself for coming here in the first place and getting stuck overnight with jj fucking maybank.
jj notices your tense demeanor, snorting out a laugh as he smirks in amusement. âyouâre seriously scared of a hurricane? havenât you like lived here your entire life?â he pauses, snapping his fingers in mock realization as he laughs darkly. âoh wait, thatâs right. kook princess is used to her generators and big fancy house on figure eight, never been stuck in a small house on the cut during one of these i assume?â
you sigh exasperatedly. âwhy are you such a dick, jj? what the fuck have i ever done to you?â
âi just donât fucking like youâ
you groan, pulling yourself from the couch and making your way into the kitchen. you pull the fridge open harshly, grabbing a beer and popping it open. you bring the rim to your lips, taking a long sip from it before harshly sitting it on the counter. âwell good to know. i donât fucking like you either, youâre a complete asshole who thinks heâs some hot shot because heâs attractive, but newsflash, youâre not special jjâ
jjâs head whips in your direction, his eyes narrowed toward you. he takes a few long strides toward you, making your breathing accelerate the closer he got. your bodies were so close together you could feel his breath fanning over your face, and you were sure he could hear your heart rapidly beating in your chest. you swallow thickly, straightening yourself and locking your eyes with his.
you gasp loudly, your hand hitting the counter and knocking your beer bottle onto the floor when he wraps his large hand around your throat, squeezing so tightly your vision began to instantly blur from the tears forming in your eyes.
âand youâre a fucking kook princess who thinks the world revolves around her. you think everyone has to fucking like you, but newsflash. you ainât special either, princessâ
you begin clawing at his hand, trying to pry him off of you, but he was much stronger than you. you whimper as he squeezes tighter, his fingers surely bruising the skin of your neck, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle under his hold. you tried to get words out, wanting to beg him to let you go, but you couldnât breathe, much less talk, due to the grip he had on you.
âwhat was that princess? i didnât quite catch thatâ
you dig your fingernails into the back of his hand, leaving half crescent shapes in the skin. you use your free hand to continue pushing at his chest, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you felt your head becoming fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.
jj finally releases your throat, pushing you back into the fridge when he does. you begin gasping for air, trying to suck as much oxygen as you could back into your lungs. âwhat the fuck jj? are you fucking psychotic?â
you begin rubbing at your throat, trying to ease the sting from where his hands were. another gasp leaves your mouth when jj is in front of you again, bodies so close you could feel his bulge against your thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. he takes his hands and tightly grabs your arms, turning your bodies and pushing your back into the countertop, more pain shoots through you from the impact.
âyou really need a fucking attitude adjustment, princess. and i think i know just how to fix itâ
your breath hitches in your throat as jj inches his face closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. youâd be lying if you said the aggression that spewed from him wasnât a turn on to you, the ache between your legs and arousal pooling into your panties an obvious indicator that you were in fact turned on.
âwhat- whatâre you gonna do? hmm? i bet you donât even know how to properly fuck a girlâ you spit out, your noses brushing over one another as you keep your eyes locked on his.
this just made jj even angrier, he places his hands back around your throat, smashing his lips against yours roughly. you let out a strangled moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth, using the grip on your throat to pull you further into him.
you melt into him for a moment, your lips moving fervently with his. itâs a mess of teeth and tongues, the feel of jjâs hard cock pressed firmly into your thigh making you wetter, needier. he releases your throat, running his hands up the sides of your face and digging his finger into your hair, tugging at it lightly.
your mind begins racing, your senses finally hitting you. you push jj off, slapping him across the face, his head whips to the side from the impact.
âiâm not sleeping with you, jjâ
jj slowly turns his head toward you, bringing a hand up to rub at the spot youâd just slapped. âoh yeah? iâd bet youâve soaked those pretty little panties of yours, why donât we find out, hmm?â
you begin rapidly shaking your head, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you taste blood. you try to push past jjâs body, but he has you caged in, your back firmly pressed against the counter top. jjâs hands fly to the waistband of your sleep shorts, pushing a hand down and into your panties, his thick fingers running through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.
âwhatâd i say? youâre fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by meâ
a small whimper escapes your lips when jj shoves his index finger into your soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on yours. you could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching you fall apart for him, he loved the control he had over you in the moment.
and as much as you wanted to push him off of you, tell him to go fuck himself, you were enjoying this too much.
âjjâ you breathe out, chest heaving up and down.
he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into your cunt. he begins harshly thrusting them in and out of you, his palm firmly pressed against your clit.
you feel your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that no man has ever found.
âi-iâm gonna cum, jj. fuck, sâclose!â you whine, grinding yourself against his hand, chasing your high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. you begin clenching around his fingers, your release threatening to burst out of you.
jj stops, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking them clean. âmmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?â
you throw your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. âjj what the fuck, whyâd you stop?!â
jj chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you moan against his lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.
he pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. âbratty little sluts like you donât get to cum that easilyâ
you pout. âbut-â you begin but your words die on your tongue, jjâs tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.
jj tosses you onto the couch, a dark laugh falling from his mouth as he watches you stare back at him in frustration.
âtake your clothes off, nowâ
you hesitantly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of jj for your liking.
jj sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of your naked body.
he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you werenât afraid of him, but after the way heâs been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.
âdonât be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesnât exist, got it?â
âo-okayâ
jj pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. your eyes go wide when you see his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. youâd always heard rumors about jjâs size, but seeing it for yourself, he looked much bigger than youâd expected.
jj leans forward, gripping at your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making you cock your head to the side in confusion.
âcâmon, lay across my lapâ
you do as he says, laying your body across his lap. you werenât sure what his plan was, but you were too turned on to care, whatever he had in store for you would be worth it.
slap!
you wince, the feel of jjâs hand landing harshly on your ass making you whimper. âwhatâre you-â slap! jjâs hand lands another harsh slap against your ass, tears forming in your eyes from the pain left behind.
âjust a little discipline, you need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitudeâ
he lands another harsh slap to the other side of your ass, the burn you felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down your face.
jj begins rubbing at your ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. you sigh in relief when you think heâs finally done with the spanking, but your mind goes blank when you feel him land yet another rough smack.
he pulls you up, sitting you on the couch and wiping his thumb across your cheek. âstop fucking cryingâ
you sniffle, nodding your head and wiping your tears away from your face.
you watch as jj makes his way toward john bâs room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. you watch in awe as he slides his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping at his stomach.
âstop staring, princess. sânot niceâ your eyes meet his, an amused smirk on his face when he sees the look of fear in your eyes. he strokes himself a few times before he rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward you. âitâll fit, donât worry. and if it doesnât, iâll make it fitâ
you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head as you watch him fall onto the couch. âcome sit on my cock, want you to ride meâ
you stand from your spot on the couch so quickly you trip over your own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into jjâs chest. you throw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. you begin grinding your hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.
âstop fucking teasing me, i donât want to have to hurt you again, but i willâ
you nod your head, reaching behind you and grasping his cock in your hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with your entrance. you push the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushes into you.
jj groans. âfuuuckâ
you fully sink yourself onto him, a loud moan falling past your lips. you dig your fingernails into his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you sit still, trying to adjust to his size.
jj grips your hips, sliding you up slowly before pushing you back down harshly. your breath hitches in your throat when the head of his cock hits your g-spot. âfuck, jj, fuck!â
he lands a slap to your ass, a whimper falling from your lips at the action. âmove, nowâ jj demands, both his hands landing harsh slaps to your ass cheeks again.
you quickly do as he says, bouncing yourself up and down his length. the sounds of both your skin slapping together, soft whimpers and loud moans fill the room.
jj runs his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. âsuch a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you��
you whimper, jjâs cock pushing into you so deep you could feel it in your stomach. the head of his cock continuously hits at your sweet spot, the band in your belly begins to tighten, your vision blurred with tears. âjj, iâm gonna cum- fuck! iâm gonna cum!â
you hear jj tsk, his hands making purchase on your hips again as he stops your movements. âyou donât fucking cum until i say you can, got it? brats donât get to cum whenever they fucking wantâ
you whine, your hand slithering between the two of you, fingers finding your clit instantly. you begin rubbing slow circles around your sensitive bud, trying to chase your orgasm despite jjâs telling you no.
jjâs hand grabs yours, pulling it from your clit and twisting your arm behind your back. âare you disobeying me, princess? i would recommend you not do thatâ
jj begins pounding his hips up into yours, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from your lips at his continued abuse to your cunt.
âsuch a tight fucking pussy. who knew the girl i fucking hate would feel so fucking goodâ jj groans, his voice low and raspy.
he begins placing sloppy kisses around your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. you feel his thrusts getting sloppy, letting you know he was close to his orgasm. âj, can i please cum? pleaseâ you whine, tears flowing down your face from the pressure you felt between your thighs.
jj sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his dick stiffening as he bursts into the condom.
âfuckfuck, go on, cum. be a good slut and cum all over meâ
his words were all it took to send you flying over the edge, your release bursting from you in body shaking euphoria.
âjj, shit, feels so fucking good jjâ you cry out, his hips pounding into you a few more times before he goes limp beneath you.
you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to slow your breathing. jj slaps at your ass, making you lift your head as he lifts you from his lap, tossing you to the side.
jj chuckles, standing from the couch and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. âthanks for that, iâm gonna sleep good nowâ
he opens the fridge, pulling out a beer and opening it. he takes a long sip as he makes his way back into the living room, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.
âwe donât talk about this, ever. got it? it was just.. hate sex? someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. this changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and i still hate youâ
you sit on the couch, tears beginning to fill your eyes again as you stare at him in shock. you felt dirty, used, hurt. he just fucked you for fun? he still hated you? you were regretting your decision to sleep with him now, even though you never fully said you wanted to, you never said no, never stopped him.
jj laughs darkly at the expression on your face, taking another sip from his beer, his head shaking in amusement as he disappears down the hallway and into john bâs room.
you bring your knees up to your chest, letting silent, choked sobs escape your throat. jj fucking maybank. this changed everything, and now, you fucking hated him as much as he hated you.
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You suspect that Simon might have a crush on you (much to your happiness). So you decide to harmlessly manipulate him into admitting it by asking him to set you up with one of his friends.
Note: fem!reader
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r/advice
u/throwaway123:
How do I (F) subtly find out if my friend (M33) likes me?
Replies:
u/sudsysoap: thereâs no need to be subtle. ask him to sleep with you lmao [+50, -10]
u/pricetag: agree with u/sudsysoap, men will sleep with anything as long as it has a hole [+30, -20]
u/log1cal: ask him to set you up with his friends. I did that and now we have 2 kids and a third one on the way. That prank will work wonders [+100, -7]
You had a feeling that Simon liked you. It felt obvious. He would walk by the street on the sidewalk to protect you, brought you deadbolts for your mangy apartment that you only live in for the cheap rent, would buy you groceries when you were too tired to leave your bed, and of course, would be very patient with you when youâd be feeling irritated.
Okay, maybe, he just treated you like how a best friend should but that still wouldnât explain why heâd come to your apartment, in your crime ridden neighborhood and cuddle with you right after deployment. Not even bothering to shower before laying himself down on you like a starfish.
âI just want to feel warm.â Was his answer whenever youâd ask him why he did so.
You never complained though. Instead, you relished the feeling of his heavy and exhausted body against yours. Enjoying the almost territorial hold he had on you. Like most friendships, it was a symbiotic relationship.
You both never kept much from each other. Obviously there were many aspects of his job that you couldnât ask about and you respected that.
However, you both had hidden feelings and neither of you wanted to put your cards on the table out of the fear of rejection.
You watched as the man scarfed down his Sunday breakfast- a sort of inside tradition where youâd both go to a cafe near your apartment and scarf down food. It always happened on the first Sunday after his return from deployment.
The words from that one Reddit comment lingered in your mind.
He felt your eyes on him from your end of the booth and placed his fork down, still in his grasp. âSomethinâ on my face?â His gruff voice asked. ďżź
âNo, Iâm just wondering if they even fed you at all.â
He let out a sarcastic âhaâ and went back to eating. You were getting antsy to the point where you began to pick at your hash brown with your fork, the crisp golden patty crumbling with every poke.
You wanted to try the trick so bad.
But what if he doesnât like you like that? What if he does end up setting you up with a man you arenât interested in because you decided to be sly for a moment?
Fuck it. At least this would be the least explicit way.
âIâm so tired of being single.â You huffed as you leaned back into the leather cushioned booth. Simon did not give any sort of reaction. Instead he directed his attention to his coffee as he mixed it with some zero calorie sweetener.
âAll the guys in this city are so weird. Iâve done everything to get a boyfriend.â You continued. Simon sipped his beverage and looked through the menu again (probably for a second helping of sausages).
Still no reaction. Sometimes you wondered how you even became friends with him.
âWait, I know.â
His demeanor changed as his blue eyes flit to your figure. âYou should set me up with one of your military friends.â You said as you smiled like a scientist who had just made a great discovery in his field.
Simon beckoned you over with his hand. Confused, you slid towards his end of the booth. âWhat?â
He lightly knocked on the top of your head like it was a door. âThank God,â he muttered out.
âWhat was that for?â You replaced his hand with yours on your head, checking to see if he was trying to remove any lint.
âTryinâ to check if your skull was hollow.â
âFuck you, Simon. All I did was ask for a favor.â
The man folded his arms, biceps begging to be let out of the confinement of his sleeves. Your heart couldnât help but beat a little faster at the sight.
âIs it because Iâm not pretty?â
âWhereâd that even come from? I-â
âSo you agree that Iâm not pretty.â You said before huffing and turning away from him.
âOh my- fuck, just listen to me.â
You open your mouth to say more but you decide to give your friend a break.
He cleared his throat and turned your shoulders towards him. Your skin burned when his calloused palms situated themselves on you. âFirst of all, youâre not ugly. Youâre basically out of their league.â You never understood why he couldnât just compliment you like a normal person.
âSecond, you deserve someone who will actually give you all their time. Something my military friends canât do. Youâre not going to be a priority.â
You felt like shrinking in your seat. His reasoning was ambiguous. You couldnât tell if he was denying your request because he didnât want your heart broken or because he actually liked you.
âOh, okay.â You looked away from him in embarrassment. So much for miracles.
âBesides,â
He then went on to replace the deconstructed hash brown on your plate with his non battered one.
âYou might find someone if you look hard enough.â
Your head perked up. Could he possibly be hinting at something?
âWhat do you mean?â
âGo out with me.â He didnât beat around the bush this time. Went straight to the point.
âI donât want you to date me out of pity, Simon.â
âItâs not pity. I like you.â
Oh.
OH.
You made a mental note to thank that one Reddit comment later. Trying your best not to smile, you let out a deep a breath before speaking. âTruth be told, I like you too. I donât just let any man barge into my house and lay with me.â
âYouâd better not.â Simon said as he pulled you into his side and then pushed your head close to his with his hand behind your neck.
âBeen waitinâ for you to admit that.â He said before leaving a deep kiss on your mouth.
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ik its a bot, but whys someone named afton following me-
also the fact that i was gonna actually post art for once right before they followed me(it was fucking fnaf art might i add-)
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When you have plushies
Pairing: Ot8!skz Ă Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, reactions
Request: so if skz had a partner who sleeps / collects plushies??? maybe also add a little where the reader is a tad bit embarrassed of it?
Warnings: none
A/n: if you saw this when I posted it for the first time no you didn't!
Bang Chan
Y'KNOW THAT LAUGH OF HIS
The one that's so adorable and it looks like a giggle while his eyes are like crescent moons
THAT ONE
It's the one he gives you while he tries to understand that somehow he is dating the most adorable human being in the whole world
He literally has no problem if you want to sleep with them, will reassure you when it comes to that
"Do you think I can take one of your plushies with me for the tour? It'd make me feel closer to you"
Lee Know
Of course he will tease you
That's like one of the things that are included in his boyfriend package: relentless teasing
He will stop immediately if he sees that you aren't feeling it though
Will take a picture of you cuddling your favourite teddy bear and set it as his phone's wallpaper
AND will buy you some plushies and put them in his dorm
So you can feel more comfortable even when you're away from your own collection
Will never admit but he cuddles with it when he misses you
"Dori was sleeping with the plushie I bought for you. I'm going to send you a pic"
Changbin
Now that he knows, there is nothing stopping him from buying you thousands of plushies
Your collection will double in less than a month if you let him (please let him)
Might even buy some matching ones so you guys can share something in common
But he'll feel a little betrayed if you don't cuddle him to sleep and instead hug the teddy bear
"Why are you cuddling a plushie when you have me right here?? Like, c'mon now!!"
Hyunjin
You know those things where you can make a teddy bear from scratch and then gift it to someone?
He would do that for youđ
Would probably gift you a personalised plushie in your first valentine's
But overall he finds it adorable
Laughs endearingly every time he sees you sleeping while cuddling one
But will not lose the opportunity to replace the plushie and hug you throughout the night
"Would you rather have a dog or a bear as a plushie? No specific reason"
Han
Wants to give names to some of them lmao
And finds you 200% cuter because of it
Like, he knew you were adorable but you always surpass his expectations somehow
And if you get embarrassed abou it he finds you even cuter
But will make sure you don't have a reason to be embarrassed
He will throw himself in the pile of plushies, feeling like he's in heaven and making sure you knows he likes this side of you as well
"This one looks just like you! Oh my God, it's literally you"
Felix
HE LOVES IT
And he would be so casual about it as well??
Like, you'd be kinda scared of his reaction but then he's just the kindest about this
Wants to know about their names and stories you might have about them
The kind of guy who'd stitch one of them if they need to get repaired (I love him btw)
Tries to win plushies for you in those claw machines
"Which one do you want? I'll win it for you"
Seungmin
Is kinda intimidated at first lmao
Like I can see him just standing still while an army of plushies stare at his soul đ
After the initial shock though I think he'd find it cute
Especially if there is a plushie who kinda looks like him/his skzoo
If that's the case he'll just tease you (while finding it so endearing)
"You should name this one 'Minnie'"
"I'm not naming every single one of my plushies after you"
"Why not?"
I.N
I think he wouldn't react at first, but mostly because he doesn't know what to do
Will you get sad if he teases you? Will you get embarrassed if he says it's cute?
He ends up not saying anything lol
Acts like he sees a huge collection of plushies every day
Might give you some plushies as gifts after finding out
"I just bought a very cute teddy bear in Japan. I'm giving it to you once I come back home."
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Chasing Cars | ch 4 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: the power outage is still power outing, curses, Jungkook being Jungkook, mentions of being really drunk and throwing up, explicit content: they talk about what happened in ch 3, teasing, some Mario Kart (yes, it has to be in the explicit content section lmao), hickeys, brat!reader, dom!Jungkook, big dick!Jungkook, degradation (he calls her a slut/pretty little slut), consent king Jeon Jungkook, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, jerking off, talks about having raw sex, protected sex, praise
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Friday, February 15th
You wake up slowly, with the rising sun. Your room is dark, cold, yet youâre snuggled close to Jungkook, whose body heat has been keeping you warm all night. Heâs still asleep, mouth slightly parted, and you watch him for a few seconds before the events of last night come back to your mind, and you have to shut your eyes to try to forget.
Itâs hard. His arm is still draped over you, and it twitches in his sleep. You try to push him away, but he wraps his arm around you tighter, nuzzling his face in your neck. It does something to you that you entirely canât deal with, and you shut your eyes even harder, trying to ignore the way your heart is acting up in your chest.
You breathe in, the cold air taming the burning inside of you. You exhale slowly, and to your surprise, your heart finally decides to start calming down. You keep breathing deeply for a while, and you reckon it might have worked better than you expected because, next thing you know, you wake up with a start.
Jungkook is sitting next to you, and he offers you a lopsided grin as you meet his gaze, heart once again beating wildly.
âMorning, peach,â he greets you, voice gravelly with sleep.
You force yourself to sit up, and you stretch a yawn away. âMorning.â
âSlept well?â
Thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes, mischief laced with his words. You know you shouldnât be surprised. Know Jungkook is probably going to turn you into a blushing mess even more now. Especially as he smirks, head cocking to the side while he awaits your answer.
âYeah,â you answer, and you look towards the window as his eyes bore into your profile. You take a deep breath, another yawn moving through you before youâre able to look at him again. âDid you?â
âBetter than I thought I would,â he admits, and he stretches before lying back down, pulling the covers to his face. Itâs adorable, in a way Jeon Jungkook should never be, and you force yourself to not let it get to your mind as he continues, âI usually sleep like shit when I sleep with someone.â
You purse your lips, refusing to give meaning to his words as you say, âMaybe last night helped.â
The lopsided smile is back, and he nods once, sighing in content. âWe should lose power more often.â
In the hopes that power would come back during the night, you plugged in your phone before going to sleep. You reach for it on the night table, and even though your room is still freezing, youâre still taken aback that the power is still out.
âWell, we still donât have any,â you inform him.
He glances at you. âThen we should go back to sleep.â
At that, you snort, shaking your head. Even though your battery is low, you still go to your emails, trying to see if you received anything from your professor.
What you find is a college-wide email informing the students that all college activities are cancelled today and through the weekend, to start again on Monday. Your gaze widens before you glance at Jungkook.
âPower is still out in college, too,â you tell him. âSo, no class.â
Jungkookâs smile only grows wider, and he opens his arms for you to come cuddle again. âThen what are you waiting for?â
Your heart is warm. A hearth, in which a small fire has started to burn. Itâs soft, cozy, and you worry at your bottom lip as you survey Jungkook. As you try to figure out when you crossed the line, and if itâs too late to pull back.
You figure you can decide later when the power is back on and this bubble outside of time will have burst, and you lie back next to him. His arms, still wide open, look far too inviting, and it takes you about five seconds before youâre scooching into his embrace.
He sighs in content. âYou know,â he lets out. âIf Tae learns, Iâm a dead man.â
Reality crashes harder than a tsunami on a beach, and you try to pull away. Jungkook holds onto you, even when you push on his chest.
âI was just going to say,â he adds so youâd stop pushing him, âthat we should keep this between us.â
You nod against him as you finally stop trying to pull away. âYes, I agree.â
âGood.â
And Tae doesnât cross your mind for the rest of the morning. Eventually, you and Jungkook decide to move out of the safe comfort of the covers, needing to eat something before you die, as Jungkook jokes. Itâs a quick trip to the kitchen before you figure your room is far warmer than the rest of the apartment. You retreat with fruits, while Jungkook grabs a bowl of the food he cooked yesterday.
Watching him eat it cold makes you gag, so you turn away from him to focus on eating your apple and blueberries.
âWhat?â he says, and he sounds like his mouth is full.
âHow can you even be eating that?â
There are a few seconds of silence, while he clearly swallows his bite. âWhatâs wrong with it?â
You scrunch up your nose in disgust, glancing at him over your shoulder. His gaze is narrowed, eyebrows bunched together over his eyes as he fakes offence, or perhaps suspicion. It makes you snort, and you look away from him before you speak again.
âItâs cold.â
âWow, is it?â he teases. âNever would have noticed.â
You roll your eyes, forcing your laugh down because Jeon Jungkook shouldnât be making you laugh anyway. Silence replaces the conversation, and you finish eating in peace, watching the world outside the window.
It looks straight out of a fairy tale. The trees are covered in a thick coat of ice, and they glisten in the morning light as if they are made of glass. Itâs beautiful, in an unforgiving way, and you find peace in their contemplation.
Peace in this comfortable silence with Jungkook.
By the time youâre done eating, Jungkook has wolfed down the bowl he made for himself, and you both return to the kitchen to put away the dishes youâd used. Jungkook leans against the counter while you rinse them, arms folded on his chest.
âWhat should we do today?â he asks.
You cock an eyebrow. âWe?â
âYeah.â He chuckles. âUnless you want to be alone.â
Your eyes dart to him quickly, before returning to the safety of the spot where the jet of water hits the bowl youâre holding. âWhat do you want to do?â
âWe could go for a car ride,â he suggests. âTo charge up our phones.â
âDonât you think the roads are a little too dangerous right now?â
He plays with his piercing as he frowns slightly, clearly not having thought about this. âRight.â You watch as the cogs work in his brain, and you canât help the smile that slowly grows on your lips when his features light up. âWe can just stay parked somewhere.â
âWeâd still have to get there.â
He furrows his brows. âIâm sure theyâve put salt on the streets, we should be okay.â
What he doesnât know is that you donât need convincing. Youâve already decided youâd go, mostly because you do need to charge your phone. Not because you really need it right now, but just because the thought of not having it with you feels strange.Â
âWeâre going?â Jungkook presses as you remain silent.
He must be immune to the teasing glint you know for a fact has taken over your eyes. You sigh, before nodding once. âSure.â
He beams. âLetâs go!â
His enthusiasm makes you laugh, and you turn the tap off before turning to watch him as heâs leaving the kitchen.Â
âShouldnât we brush our teeth and freshen up first?â
He stops in his tracks. âRight.â He turns, flashing you a grin that reveals the same dimples you noticed yesterday. âGood luck with taking a shower, though.â
You snort. âLetâs just brush our teeth.â
Which is what you do, Jungkook pushing you with his hips as you stand next to him. You flip him off, and his eyes sparkle as he looks at you.
It stabs right through your heart, and you look away, searching for salvation on the tiles of the floor. It does nothing â reality is just a heartbeat away, and no matter how easy it is with Jungkook right now, youâre very aware that the moment the world returns to normalcy, your relationship with him will too.
And you still donât understand where this is coming from. Where this easy complicity between you comes from, and why youâve never really noticed before. Was it because of Taehyung?
Itâs a question you ask yourself for the next hour, as you sit in Jungkookâs car listening to music and belting out tunes even though youâre not half the singer that he is. He doesnât mention it, only laughs along with you before asking you stupid questions about your past, about Taehyung when you grew up and why you decided to move in with them.
He clearly doesnât like you saying that it was just because it was convenient. Itâs clear as spring water, and he pouts slightly as he says, âNot even for me?â
You punch him in the shoulder. âI didnât know you when I moved in.â
âBut now you do,â he teases, smirk moving on his lips.Â
Thereâs more meaning to his words than it seems, and you feel blush creeping on your cheeks. âDo I?â
âIâd say watching me jerk off and come is a good way to get to know me, no?â
âJungkook!â
He laughs like a child as you flush furiously purple, trying to ignore how, as a matter of fact, his words are actually turning you on. You donât want to think about last night, just want to focus on the now, on this unexpected friendship.
Jungkook has other plans for you, because he says, âDonât tell me you didnât like it.â
You glare at him. âShut up.â
âYouâre blushing.â
If possible, your glare intensifies. âShut the fuck up.â
He dissolves in a fit of giggles that makes your heart skip a beat, and you roll your eyes before glancing at your phone.Â
âMineâs full now,â you mutter.Â
For a reason you donât quite understand, Jungkook has two phone cords in his car, both of them working to charge. He glances at his phone, shaking his head.
âYouâre going to be stuck with me for longer, peach,â he tells you mischievously. âMineâs only on 75%.â
âDo you really need it full?â
He offers you an innocent smile. âDefinitely.â
Your phone buzzes, and you both glance towards it. Youâve received a text from Ria, in the group chat you share with the whole friend group. Sheâs asking how everyoneâs surviving, and if anyone needs to crash at the dorm, which for some reason, is the only place on campus that still has power.
You hesitate for half a heartbeat before turning your phone off.
*****
Today was fun, albeit cold. After charging your phones in Jungkookâs car, you took a long walk through campus, just talking about everything and nothing as if youâd always been close.
As if he didnât finger you with his cum last night.
Whenever the thought resurfaces, it makes you startle, and Jungkook smirks. Because he knows â obviously he does.
He knows the effect he has on you. You think he sees how you tense whenever his hand touches yours, whenever he stands just a little too close. And maybe thatâs why you avoided going home for a long time, because youâre afraid that being stuck between four walls with him again will make you go insane.
Alas, when you both grow hungry sometime in the afternoon, you canât force him to stay out, so you follow him home, ignoring the weight of your turned-off phone in your pocket.
Fortunately enough, on all the journey walking around campus, you didnât run into anyone from your friend group. Somehow, you were afraid that you would â what would they think if they saw you hanging out with Jungkook?
More importantly, what would Hoseok think? Maybe it makes you an asshole, but in the moment, you donât really care. You are entirely focused on Jungkook, mostly because itâs easy to be entirely focused on him. As if heâs the full moon in a summer night sky â he makes all the stars hard to see, as he shines too bright for their glow to be noticeable.Â
You sigh as youâre settled in the kitchen, door closed as Jungkook reheats something on the stove. Itâs not extremely cold in the apartment, but keeping the door shut does help with keeping the kitchen warm enough to be bearable with only a thick sweater on.
You think Jungkook is crazy. Heâs only wearing a beige and indigo athletic Nike vest, and heâs left it unzipped because he claimed he was getting too warm. Underneath, a white t-shirt rests loosely around his waist, and youâve been doing your best to forget just how dainty his waist is, under all the clothes.
âSee, weâre going to build up your heat tolerance,â he says over his shoulder, and he flashes you a grin before focusing on what heâs reheating again.
âGood luck with that,â you answer, chuckling. âIâve tried before, and nothing works.â
âYou and Tae really are the worst at that,â Jungkook teases, and you roll your eyes even if he canât see.Â
Indeed, heâs turned his head towards the window, and he watches the sun as it gets lower in the sky, nearing the horizon. Youâre afraid of when itâll be gone under; youâre afraid itâll elicit sinful activities between you and Jungkook again.
Afraid, yet with a certain kind of apprehension to it. Perhaps because itâs not fear of him, but rather fear of yourself.
Itâs hard to remember that heâs Taehyungâs best friend when youâre alone with him like this.
Especially when he sets a steaming bowl of food in front of you, a wicked smile on his lips as he forces you to eat. As you choke on it, the heat too much to handle for you. Jungkook laughs out loud before handing you a glass of ice-cold water.
It barely helps, and the heat remains for a while as you eat, and even more so as youâre done, watching Jungkook eating a second portion as if he hasnât eaten the first one in record time. Youâre playing music on your phone, your usual study playlist â lo-fi beats â and Jungkook seems to like it. Heâs been nodding his head to the music as he devoured his bowl.
When he finishes eating, sitting back in his chair as he rests a hand on his stomach, he once again offers you the wide grin. The sun is setting now â the whole kitchen is turning to gold, and you hate that the glow makes him look ethereal, like heâs a piece of heaven fallen to Earth for you to enjoy.
âDo you want to wash yourself?â Jungkook asks out of the blue. You cock an eyebrow in question, but before youâve had a chance to say anything, he adds, âWe could warm some water on the stove and use that to wash ourselves.â
Your eyes widen. âThatâs actually a good idea.â
âCome on, peach,â he lets out, and he chuckles as he shakes his head, a little condescendingly. âYou really think Iâm stupid, donât you?â
Stupid wouldnât be the word that youâd use. Arrogant, maybe. Too full of himself, for sure. But you donât think that saying so would be a good idea, so you only shrug.
âArenât you?â
He bursts out laughing, that goofy smile that makes your heart skip beats in your chest as if youâre twelve and itâs the first time youâre speaking to a guy. âIâm not, thank you very much. I wouldnât be in college if I was.â
âLots of stupid people are in college,â you point out mischievously.
He tuts. âIâd thought by now youâd know Iâm not a lot of people, peach.â He cocks his head to the side, and his eyes drop to your lips. âYou get fingered by a lot of guys like that?â
You turn to fire. âExcuse me?â
And the goofy smile returns, as if he didnât just say the crudest sentence in the world. âJust teasing you.â
You narrow your eyes but donât find any retort to that. It makes Jungkookâs grin widen, and then he gets up to bring your bowl and his to the sink. As heâs rinsing them, he offers you a look.
âShould I reheat some water then?â he asks, the teasing tone gone.Â
You try a look towards him, but standing there, the sun forms too much of an aura around him, so you can barely see him even if you squint your eyes.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that.â
âOne pot for you and one for me, then!â
His statement makes you laugh, and you get up to actually help him get the pots on the stove. You turn the gas on, using the lighter so that the flames catch, and soon the water is heating up, and the prospect of freshening up brings a smile to your lips.
You notice Jungkook looking at it, features turning somber. And heâs quick to look away. Quick to focus on where the sun dipped under the horizon, watching the clouds turning to gold above.
âHave you spoken to Tae today?â he asks, and the reminder of your brother makes you clench your jaw, ever so slightly.
âNo,â you admit. You think heâll say more, but he remains silent. So you take it upon yourself to make conversation, and you ask, âHave you?â
He shrugs. âJust told him the power is still out.â
âMmh.â
The silence is deafening then â you can barely hear it over the clamour in your thoughts. And you donât know where itâs coming from, only that the more the silence stretches, the more you grow unsteady on your feet.
âHow did you guys meet?â you ask, voice sounding a little strained.
Jungkook shoots you a look. âHe didnât tell you?â
You purse your lips and shake your head no, which earns you a chuckle from him. It makes you grow suspicious, and you narrow your gaze. âWhat?â
âNothing.â He pauses, observes your features for a moment with those big doe eyes of his before he says, âWe met Frosh week.â
You remain silent, waiting for him to continue.
âHe was pissed out drunk in a bush,â Jungkook admits, and his eyes fog up with the memories as he looks away from you. âJimin is the one that found him first. And mind you, I only knew Jimin for a few days then, since we were dorm roommates.â
But you know how easy friendship forms in that Frosh week. You and Nabi are a good example of it after all.
âWe couldnât find anyone who knew him, so we brought him back to the dorm. He threw up in Jiminâs bed, and the next day he suggested grabbing breakfast together, as a thank you for taking care of him.â
Jungkook smiles fondly, and his gaze connects with yours. âAnd the rest is history.â
It sure is. Youâre not really sure where you come into this story â if you should come into it at all. Because Jungkook and Taehyung really are close â what would Taehyung say if he knew what Jungkook and you did?
Itâs a scary thought, one that youâve remedied with Jungkook already. You just have to not tell Taehyung, simple as that.
âI think the water is ready,â Jungkook admits, and he dips his fingers in one of the pots. He nods, before saying, âYou can grab yours, and go to the bathroom. Iâll clean up in my room.â
âDonât you need soap?â
He raises an eyebrow. âYou know soap can be carried outside of a bathroom? Like, itâs not confined-â
His sentence dies as you punch him in the chest, and he starts laughing as you curse him under your breath, grabbing the pot.Â
âOpen the door for me,â you grumble as you walk towards it.
âPlease?â
You look up to the water-stained ceiling. âAre you for real?â
âYes.â
You debate silently, though you know that youâll cave in.
You reckon youâll always cave in where Jungkook is concerned.Â
âCan you please open the door for me?â you ask, and you scold yourself internally for not being able to stand your ground.
âOf course, peach,â he says, grinning widely. âI can actually carry that to the bathroom for you, I need to grab soap and a towel anyway.â
He walks towards you, gently taking the pot out of your hands, so you end up opening the door for him, begrudgingly following him to the bathroom. You follow him in, watching him as he carefully puts the pot down in the sink.Â
âHere you go,â he says as he shoots you a look over his shoulder.Â
You canât help but look away as your gazes connect, before mumbling, âThank you.â
âYou could at least sound happy about it,â he teases. You roll your eyes, though a smile teases the corners of your lips. Jungkook taps your cheek, and you bristle, stepping away from him.Â
If he cares he doesnât show it, instead moving to grab a washcloth and his shower gel.Â
Are you disappointed to see him go? Maybe. But you donât let it show, instead shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it before you strip out of your clothes to wash up.
Itâs freezing, and you hate every second of it, so you make it quick, washing the most strategic and important body parts. When youâre done, you move to grab your clean clothes from theâŚ
You never grabbed clean clothes, did you?Â
You curse under your breath, mostly cursing Jungkook for making you so stupid around him. You hate it - you feel like you lose most of your brain cells when heâs around. But you canât help it, and you tightly wrap yourself in a towel as you pray to the God above, if thereâs one, to not make you run into Jungkook as you walk back to your room.
Of course, Jungkook opens the door to his room the second you are in front of it. You startle, freezing like a deer in headlights, and Jungkookâs gaze dips to your legs.
You hate the smirk growing on his lips the second it appears.
âWhatâs got you walking around naked in this temperature?â
Though you reckon his gaze warms you up in an instant, you reply, âFuck off, I just forgot to get clean clothes.â
He leans against his doorframe, slipping his hands in the pocket of his grey sweatpants. He looks the perfect picture of male insolence, and fuck, it does things to you that it shouldnât.
Like, make you remember that he fingered you with his cum yesterday. Thinking about it, it was a really stupid thing to do, but you hadnât been able to resistâŚ
And from the way heâs eyeing you right now, you highly doubt youâll be able to resist him again. You realize then that the apartment is darkening, that soon youâll have to light up the candlesâŚÂ
Youâre sinking in quicksands, arenât you?
âHow unfortunate,â Jungkook comments, always so arrogant.
âI said it already, but do really fuck off, JK,â you reply.
He tilts his head to the side - the predator, and you, its next meal. âThatâs not what you were saying yesterday.â
You blush, bright scarlet taking over your features, and you roll your eyes, choosing to ignore his comment as you finish walking to your room.
âThatâs what I thought,â he says behind you, and you flip him off over your shoulder, which makes him laugh that boyish laugh that does things to you.
You lean against the bedroom door once you get in, heart beating out of your chest, cursing power for going out, and cursing your brother for choosing to do a semester abroad.
Itâs useless - the cursing, that is. Because it wonât change anything, and a small, tiny, minuscule part of you doesnât want it to⌠so you curse yourself too for good measure.
By the time you finally emerge from your bedroom, the sun has fully set, and youâve been using your phone as a flashlight. Jungkook is sitting in the living room, playing on his Switch, which apparently still has battery, and he glances at you as you approach.
âWant to play a game?â he asks, offering you a small smile.Â
His features are lit from the screen, and he looks soft, his big eyes slightly crinkling at the corners. You hold in your own smile, instead cocking an eyebrow.
âSo that I can beat your ass?â you say.
You watch as fire catches in his gaze, and you think heâs about to burn you to the spot. âOh, you wanna play this game?â he says, his voice suddenly an octave lower.
A thrilled shiver runs down your spine, and you finish crossing the distance between you and him, sitting next to him. The leather couch is freezing, but you hold your wince in as you motion to the Switch.
âYou think you can beat my ass?â he asks.Â
âI know I can.â
He smirks, leaning back on the couch. He rests his head against the backrest, turning his head towards you. âOh, peach,â he breathes out. âYouâre cute when you try to be sassy.â
You widen your gaze. âTry to be sassy! Iâm serious, Iâll beat your ass.â
âIn any game?â he asks, and his eyes dip to your lips.
âMario Kart,â you say, folding your arms on your chest.
Youâre wearing a thick sweater, yet it doesnât stop Jungkook from looking down, and you know exactly what heâs seeing - you, with your legs spread wide open for him like they were yesterday.
âWinner gets head,â he says, and you really think youâre about to catch fire.
âWhat about Tae?â
You canât help the question. Because you donât want to do that to your brother, but youâve been unable to resist. You know shame and guilt will catch up to you one day - hell, Ria will never let you live it down if she learns whatâs already happened.Â
Jungkook shrugs. âI donât think itâd make any difference after yesterday.â
âSo you want me to choke on your dick?â
Night and you and Jeon Jungkook really donât mix well, do they? Because you want him. You want him so bad right now you think youâre about to go insane, yet you know you shouldnât.
âFuck, peach.â He chuckles. âI want to know if you taste as good as you look.â
You wet your lips, and his eyes fall to your mouth, staying there as you say, âWell then, winner gets head,â you murmur, and you think heâs about to say âfuck itâ and jump on you.
You really do think he wonât be able to resist, and frankly, you donât want him to. You feel yourself leaning forward, a moth to the flame, but Jungkook clears his throat, and his eyes shoot to yours.
âDeal.â
Jungkook sets up the game, and since you canât play multiplayer thanks to the power being out and the TV not functioning, you settle on whoever gets first place first. Which you reckon is stupid - getting first place when youâre playing against the AI isnât really an impressive feat.Â
You shiver before Jungkook starts his race, and he pauses the game to glance at you. âDo you want to go to your room?â
You cock an eyebrow. âToo excited to play here?â
He rolls his eyes, though a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âNo, youâre freezing, and I figured, since your room is the smallest, if we do like yesterday, we can probably keep it warm. Or at least warmer than here.â His last words are accompanied by a vague motion of his hand encompassing the living room, and you reckon he does have a point.Â
âSure then,â you say, nodding once.Â
You get up from the couch, and Jungkook quickly follows you. Heâs so close, looming behind you like heâs the predator about to pounce on its prey, and you shudder with delight, warmth pooling in your lower stomach.
You think he knows. Youâre convinced he does, because a few minutes later, when youâre in your room with the candles on, sitting on your bed, he leans against the wall, abandoning his Switch to the side.
âWhat are you doing?â
âItâs so easy to get into your bed, peach,â he teases, and you startle when one of his large hands lightly grazes your thigh.
You swat it away without an ounce of regret, even though the spot he touched feels like itâs been hit by lightning. âAre you saying Iâm easy?â
His mouth falls open and he looks surprised, even maybe a little apologetic. âI didnât mean it that way.â
The wicked smile you offer him makes him chuckle as he realizes you were teasing him, and he grabs his Switch, his brow creasing a little with the frown that adorns his features from concentrating. Itâs cute. You reckon itâs adorable, and you reckon you shouldnât feel that way about your brotherâs best friend, so you push the thought as far away as you can.
Itâs not like Jungkook is the kind of guy you should feel endearment for. Because you know heâd only break your heart - heâs not the most popular guy on campus for nothing, after all.
âReady?â he tells you.
You nod. âGood luck.â
He doesnât need it. He gets first place, and he puts his Switch down on the bed as you realize what it means.
But youâre not going to give in so easily to him, will you?
âIf I get first place, too, then this doesnât count.â
He fake-glares at you, but he shrugs. âAlright. Letâs see if you can get first place.â
The way he says it is ominous, and you gulp, cheeks flushing with pink as you grab the Switch. As per always, you choose Peach as your character, which obviously earns you a snicker from Jungkook, but you donât mind.
Maybe because youâre starting to like when he calls you peach.
You easily start the race in the first position, Peach racing and drifting ahead of the AI-controlled characters. Jungkook shifts next to you, attracting your attention, and you almost run into a wall, thankfully recovering quickly.
It doesnât last long. Because next time he shifts, Jungkook brushes your thigh, and you just know he has a wicked smirk on his lips without having to look at him.
âStop,â you say through gritted teeth.
âOr what?â he purrs, and you nudge him with an elbow. He just laughs, his hand now resting flatly on your thigh. âGot trouble focusing?â
âYouâre cheating,â you whine, and youâre hit by a blue shell which puts you back a few positions.
âAm I?â he breathes out.
You sigh as he leans closer to you, and his nose brushes your cheek. Instinctively, you tilt your head to the side, and he chuckles as he pushes your hair off your shoulder, before leaning even closer.
His lips ghost on your neck, and your eyes flutter close, the Switch entirely forgotten in your hands.
âJungkookâŚâ
His tongue darts out, tasting you, and then he sucks a hickey on your skin. âWhat?â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, voice barely over a whisper.
âI havenât been able to stop thinking about my fingers inside of you,â he says, huskily. âAll fucking day.â He nibbles at your earlobe, and you let out a breathy sound that makes him chuckle again. âJust been thinking about how youâd feel on my dick too.â
âFuck.â
âI know.â He kisses your jaw, and then pulls away, sitting back against the wall. âI think you lost.â
You open your eyes, realizing that youâre still holding the Switch. Heâs right â the AIs have finished while Jungkook was teasing you, and you stare at the screen for a few seconds before meeting his gaze.
He looks victorious, happy with himself. You want to wipe the smirk off his lips, so you put down the Switch on the bed, kneeling next to him.
âSo you want me to suck your dick now?â you say, voice low, and you drag a hand on his thigh.
His tongue toys with his piercings. âWell, wasnât that the deal?â
Emboldened, you straddle his lap, and you wrap a hand around his throat for support. You feel him swallow, and you lean closer, watching as the smirk slowly disappears from his lips.
âWas it?â
He gulps. He fucking gulps, and you canât help but bite your lower lip. Even though the room is cold, you feel warm, a tingly sensation slowly taking over your entire body. His eyes fall to your mouth, and it takes him a few seconds before he says, âYes.â
You have him right where you want him to be. âDamn, who knew Jeon Jungkook wanted me so bad?â
You lean in, brushing your lips on his, tongue darting out to play with his piercings. He doesnât move, doesnât do anything, though you can tell that he wants to touch you.
Maybe because youâre perched on his erection.
âMaybe Tae should have left before, mmh?â you continue. âMaybe you wouldnât be so desperateâŚâ
Jungkook grabs your waist, spinning you around dizzyingly until youâre on the bed and heâs hovering over you. âEnough,â he says, voice rough.
You donât lose the smirk. âOr what?â
He wets his lips and then leans in. âIâm going to have so much fun wiping that smirk from your lips, peach.â
âOh, will you now?â you fire back. âBetter get into action then.â
One of his hands grabs the side of your head, tightening around your hair, and he forces you to turn your head to the side. He leaves wet kisses down your neck and then moves back up to your jaw.Â
âIf only Tae knew how much of a slut you are,â Jungkook says. âA pretty little slut.â Your smirk wavers as he pushes your legs apart with a knee. âI wonder, are you already soaked for me, mmh?â
âWhy donât you find out?â
He chuckles darkly. âFucking hell, you really are driving me crazy.â
And even though you shouldnât, even though Jungkook is your older brotherâs best friend, even though you know guilt will eventually catch up to you, you say, âThen act on it, JK. Show me just how crazy Iâm making you feel.â
His mouth collides with yours with force, and you immediately reach up, running your hands through his hair. He sucks on your tongue, earning a moan from you, and he grunts as you pull on his hair, the soft strands feeling like silk on your fingers.
He grinds into you, and you feel the powerful length of him rub against you. You know heâll stretch you wide open, and you want him so bad it almost hurts.
You think youâve wanted him for months already. Yesterday, you could blame it on the alcohol, on your inhibition being altered, but today⌠Today you know itâs always been about the tattoos, the piercings, and the shameless flirting.
Youâve been in Jungkookâs orbit ever since September â you were bound to crash into him someday.
Jungkook pulls away to meet your gaze. The weight of his body on yours feels right â better than Hoseokâs ever felt. The thought douses you, and you think Jungkook notices.
You know he does, because he says, âAre you sure you want to do this?â
Your eyes flit around his features for a time â his nose, his mouth, the mole underneath his lips, his left eye, the scar on his cheek. They eventually settle on his lip piercings.Â
âAre you getting insecure?â you tease. Because itâs all that you know how to do, the only way you can think of pushing the vulnerability away.
His tongue pokes at his cheek, and he presses another searing kiss on your lips. You canât help but moan softly as he grinds again, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, your arms circling his neck as well.
When he pulls away next, itâs to rest his forehead against yours. You breathe the same air for a few seconds, until he says, âConsent is hot, peach. Tell me you want it, or Iâm stopping now.â
âI want it, JK,â you answer. âI want you to fuck me dumb until my room isnât cold anymore.â
Jungkook straightens, kneeling between your legs. The candles cast flickering lights on his honey skin, and you watch unblinkingly as he takes off his shirt.Â
Heâs beautiful. You realized that yesterday, though you didnât see him without the shirt. But heâs truly beautiful, all muscle and delicate waist, and his skin glows golden under the light of the candles. His brown nipples are perked prettily on his chest, and you want to touch him, want to drag your hands over every powerful line of his body.
âShit, itâs fucking cold,â he says, and he quickly bends down again.Â
You grab the blankets, pulling them on top of him. Without any trace of hesitation, you rest your hands on his back, and you lightly scratch him with your nails.
âThen we better get you warmed up,â you purr.
You donât need to say it twice. Jungkook finds your mouth again, and he grunts as you dig your nails in his skin, before releasing the pressure. He then goes down to your jaw, down your neck, and he disappears under the covers, spreading your legs wide open with his large hands.
âCan I take these off?â his muffled voice says from beneath the blankets.
You pull enough on the covers to see his face, big doe eyes awaiting your consent. âYes.â
He smirks wickedly. âGood.â
Heâs quick to rid you of your pants. He leaves your panties on, his large hands caressing your thighs as he settles between your legs. You know heâs going to eat you out, and you think youâll go insane. But nothing could have prepared you for how much of a tease he is.
Indeed, Jungkook presses light kisses on the insides of your thighs, mouth ghosting over where you need him the most, never once giving in to your desires. Youâre soaking wet, painfully so by the time you groan, hand flying to his hair as you try to push his head where you want him.
He resists, chuckling darkly. âGrowing a little impatient?â
âEat me out,â you answer breathlessly. âFuck.â
âWhy should I?â He bites the inside of your thigh. âI love watching you squirm under me.â
You whine, yet this time, he licks the wet spot on your panties. Your thighs instinctively close, and he forces them wide open again.
âDonât move,â he orders.
You try to obey. You really do, but when he pushes your panties to the side and sucks on your clit, your back arches off the bed.Â
âJungkook,â you breathe out.Â
He doesnât answer, too busy pushing his tongue inside you, parting your folds easily. You moan, and your grip on his hair tightens, though you keep him close. And he doesnât seem like he wants to pull away. He starts making out with your pussy, squelching sounds coming from between your legs with every swipe of his tongue.
Soon, he gets bored of pushing his tongue in and out of you, and he moves back to your clit, circling it unforgivingly. Heâs good, that much youâll admit, and when he circles your entrance with one long finger, you moan again.
âYou want it?â he asks, pulling away just long enough to voice the words.
Heâs right back on your clit a fraction of a second later, and he sucks on it, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue.
You feel the orgasm. Itâs still far, but itâs on the horizon of your conscience, and you know itâll hit good once it does. So you say, âPlease, Jungkook.â
He doesnât disappoint. He pushes his finger in, arches it to rub that sweet spot inside of you in time with the motions of his tongue on your clit. You grind in his face by reflex, and he grunts against you as you do so, resting his tongue flat on your clit so that you can pleasure yourself on his face.
He must know itâs not enough. Because after a few seconds of it, he starts moving his face from side to side, and the orgasm looms closer, aiming for you at the speed of light.
It hits when Jungkook pushes a second finger in, stretching you, and your walls clench hard against his digits, though he keeps on pushing them in and out of you in a steady rhythm. He sucks on your clit as you come, and you think youâve moaned his name at least twice by the time he finally pulls away, drying his mouth with the back of his hand.
âShit, peach,â he says, and you watch him through the ecstasy blurring your gaze. âYou taste so fucking good.â
As if he wants to show you, he captures your mouth in a kiss. You taste yourself, but youâre too fucked out to be able to agree or disagree with him. All you can do is moan in his mouth, and he swallows it with a swipe of his tongue.
 And as he keeps kissing you, keeps branding himself in your mouth, you run your hand on his body, blood boiling from the sheer strength that you know he has. You reach for the band of his sweatpants, going lower to wrap your hand around his clothed length.
Heâs big and heavy in your hand.Â
Mostly, heâs not wearing any underwear. Or if he is, they are extremely loose, because youâre able to wrap your fingers around him even through the sweatpants. He bucks his hips, and you tighten your hold.
âWhy donât you put that pretty hand under the clothes, mmh?â he teases against your jaw, before he goes to nibbling on your ear. âIâve been wanting to feel it wrapped around my cock.â
You donât hesitate. You move back up to the band of his sweatpants, and you quickly push your hand in. You sigh in delight as you find heâs not wearing any underwear, fingers grazing over the velvety softness of his length. He hisses but doesnât say anything as you test the waters, slowly grabbing his dick.
You lightly stroke him, and he bucks his hips, trying to fuck your hand.Â
âImpatient, arenât you?â you tease him, and he bites at your jaw.
âIâve been wanting you for a really long time, peach.â
His words make your heart pause in your chest. Because you feel like thereâs a deeper meaning, like it isnât just shameless flirting in the heat of the action. It reminds you of the kiss yesterday, of the way heâd pulled you on his lap with no other intention than to kiss you.
And it makes you tighten your grip on his dick, and he grunts as you start jerking him off faster. But itâs awkward and clumsy with the sweatpants on, so you pull your hand out after a few seconds.
âTake these off,â you say, and he immediately kneels to obey, taking off his sweatpants quickly before resuming his position between your legs.
Youâre not sure you were prepared for the sight of Jeon Jungkook fully naked in your bed. Though goosebumps prick at his skin from the cold, he still looks devilish, like heâs about to drag you to hell. His dick stands proud and tall, leaking precum, and the muscles of his thighs strain against his skin.Â
Heâs big. And not just his dick. Jungkook works out a lot, spends hours every week at the gym, and it truly shows in every angle of him. He looks sculpted in marble, a perfect body that accentuates the beauty of his features, that contradicts the innocence of his big eyes.Â
Or maybe what truly contradicts it is the way he fists his cock, jerking off quickly as he eyes you. As he stares you down, and you feel ready to go all over again just from the sight of it.
âYou have condoms?â he asks, and he grunts as he keeps jerking himself off.
You have half a thought to tell him to keep going, to come all over you, but you want it too much to resist. So you motion to your night table, saying, âBottom drawer.â
He nods appreciatively, letting go of his cock so that he can bend and rummage through the drawer until he finds the condoms. He winces as he straightens, a tinfoil package in hand.
âPretty sure thatâs going to be too tight for me.â
You roll your eyes. âCondoms stretch, you know that?â
âNot enough,â he says, flicking your nose teasingly. âBut I donât think we should go raw, so thatâll do.â
Yet, the thought of going raw with him⌠You grab a hold of his wrist before heâs able to start unrolling the condom on his dick, and he cocks an eyebrow as he meets your gaze.
âAre you clean?â
You see him gulp. Indeed, his throat bobs, and he tilts his head to the side. âGot tested last week,â he admits. âBut I really donât think we should go raw.â
âIâm clean.â
âYouâve been fucking that other guy,â Jungkook says.
âWe always wear protection.â
Jungkook purses his lips, taking a deep breath. âHonestly peach, I think I wouldnât last a minute if I fucked you raw right now. Let me put the condom on.â
He says it in a stern way that makes you let go of his wrist. You feel bad, wondering if you were pushing a boundary, but Jungkook doesnât seem like he notices. Indeed, he busies himself with putting the condom on, rolling it down his dick, and he winces in pain once itâs all the way down.
âThat shitâs fucking tight,â he comments, and then he positions himself between your legs again. His large hands find your thighs, and he caresses up and down once before meeting your gaze. âAre you okay?â he asks, with no lust or desire or anything other than concern for you.
Because of course, heâd notice that youâre feeling bad.
âSorry if I was insistingâŚâ you say, vaguely motioning to his dick.
He looks down at himself. âAbout the condom?â He waits for you to nod your head before he says anything else. âPeach, donât worry about it. Iâm seriously close right now, which is really fucking weird, and I just want to be able to make you feel good, mâkay?â He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You melt, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. He chuckles, mumbling against your lips, âI donât know what youâre doing to me, but you really turn me on.â
You think you know what it is. You donât think itâs about you, or about him. Itâs rather about the feeling of doing something you shouldnât be doing. Of doing something forbidden, because heâs Taehyungâs friend, and youâre Taehyungâs younger sister.Â
But you donât say it. Instead, you whisper, âThen fuck me good, Jungkook.â
He lets out a breathy sound as he leans his forehead against yours. Thereâs something so intimate about the gesture that you feel your heart soaring in your chest, and then he pushes your ruined panties to the side again so that he can nudge your entrance with his dick.Â
âI will,â he promises, and then he pushes in. Just his tip, yet your mouth falls open at how large he already feels, and you tighten your hold on his neck. âLet me know if it hurts.â
Unforgivingly, Jungkook slams all the way in. You let out a broken sound, and he quickly captures your lips in a kiss as he stays right there, deep inside of you, unmoving so that you can adjust around him. And you know you have a lot of adjusting to do â heâs so large it burns, yet the pain feels good. Far too good, and you easily understand how Jungkook got the reputation that he has.
When Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, he slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way in again. Your walls suck him in, and he grunts, leaning his forehead against yours once more.
âFuck,â he groans. âYou feel so fucking good.â
Before you can reply, Jungkook establishes a steady rhythm. Nothing too crazy, but the drag of his dick on your walls is making you see stars, and you softly moan as he keeps moving, never once faltering.
âMoan for me, peach,â he breathlessly says. âI want to hear you fucking screaming my name.â
And then everything changes. Jungkook kneels between your thighs, pulls your legs against his chest, and starts pounding into you, bending down just enough to hit the sweetest spot inside of you. The change of rhythm and position makes you cry out, and your walls clench around him.
He echoes your cry with a moan of his own, something breathless that makes you want to look at him, to stay with him like this forever. So you open your eyes, and the sight of him is nearly enough to make you climax right then and there.Â
Yet you donât. You donât come as you just watch him, watch the way heâs frowning, teeth digging in his lower lip once in a while. Beads of sweat quickly appear on his temples, but he doesnât care. He doesnât falter, not even once, as he fucks you, and you feel that familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.Â
You still donât come. You keep it in â you donât know why. You just enjoy the moment, refusing to rush towards its ending. Instead, when Jungkook pushes your legs open so that he can bend down and kiss you again, you welcome him in. You wrap your legs tight around him, keeping him close, and you scratch at his back with one hand, the other getting lost in his hair.
He grunts in your mouth, and he finally switches the rhythm, aiming for harder yet slower. It makes him reach new depths, and you canât help but moan loudly as he keeps going, keeps ramming into you.
For the first time ever since you moved here, your bed slams into the wall from the force of Jungkookâs thrusts. Itâs hot, especially as he moves to your neck, sucking hard.Â
âBest fucking pussy,â he says in your ear. âFuck.â
And then he straightens again, forcing you to let go of him, before pulling out. You whine at the sudden loss of sensation, but he just looks down at your pussy, licking his lips at the sight.
âYouâre so fucking creamy and wet,â he tells you. âLook at my cock.â
You obey, looking down to where your bodies almost meet. His dick is indeed covered with your juices, and Jungkook gently pushes it between your folds, collecting even more juice. Itâs sinful, inherently so, and you moan lightly as he rubs his dick on your clit.
âThink youâll be able to come for me again?â he asks.
You look up, meeting his gaze. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes in and out quickly, and he smirks wickedly as you nod, once.
âMake me come,â you say, finding some defiance in you again. âYou think youâll be able to do that for me?â
His gaze widens, and then he chuckles. âFuck peach.â He chuckles again, slightly shaking his head. âIâm going to get addicted to this fucking pussy of yours.â
You whine as he moves from between your legs, lying down on his back. You shoot him a look, and he motions at his body as if in invitation. It makes you laugh, yet you still climb on top of him, grinding on his dick.
His eyes go to your chest, and he gently grabs the hem of your shirt. Even though itâs still cold in your room â though warmer than before â you quickly take off your shirt, wincing as the cold air hits you head on.Â
âSo pretty,â Jungkook praises, and his hands reach up to push your breasts together. âSo fucking pretty.â
You blush slightly under the praise, and youâre about to sink on his dick when he stops you. Your eyes go wide, and he motions to your panties.
âTake these off too. I want to see all of you.â
He says it with so much reverence for you that you canât say no. You can only obey, sitting next to him just long enough so that you can remove the panties. They are soaked, and you throw them towards the dirty clothes hamper before climbing back on top of Jungkook.
Your gazes meet, and thereâs a moment of you watching each other. You wish you could read his gaze, wish you could know what it means when he grabs your wrists to pull you down. Your eyes never disconnect from his, not even as one of his hands goes between your bodies so that he can align his dick with your entrance.
And then he pushes up, pushes in. As if you forgot just how big he is, you moan, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. Jungkook grunts, wrapping his arms around your waist, before saying, âLook at me.â
You do. You meet his gaze again and try to hold it as he starts jackhammering into you, the new angle so good you feel like youâre slowly slipping out of your body, soaring towards the sky outside. Itâs so good all you can think about is him, his body, the way that he holds you so gently yet fucks you so rough. You rest one hand on the side of his face as he keeps fucking you, and when you canât resist anymore, you hide your face in his neck.
âYouâre such a good girl,â Jungkook says. âYou take me so fucking well.â He grunts loudly, slamming to the hilt. You think heâs coming, but then he pulls almost all the way out, before slamming in again. âI never want to stop fucking you.â
You moan, and then your lips ghost on the shell of his ear. Though youâve been struggling to speak, you say, âYouâre so fucking big.â
âI know,â he breathes out. âLet me know if I hurt you.â
You whine. âNever. Youâd never hurt me.â
His grip on you tightens, like heâs trying to say he wouldnât hurt you, wouldnât be able to, and then heâs fucking you again. The knot in your stomach comes back in full force, especially as he starts whispering filthy praises in your ear, growing more breathless with every swipe of his hips.
Just when you think youâll come, Jungkook grunts, âIâm going to c-â
He never finishes his sentence, but the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you as he stills deep inside makes you fly over the edge, and your walls start spasming around his cock, milking his orgasm. It feels far too good, like youâve reached nirvana, and it takes you so long to come down from your high that you believe you never will.
But you do. You do, and the first thing you notice is the cold. Though itâs a lot warmer than it was when you started this whole ordeal, you still shiver.Â
Jungkook gently pulls a blanket over you, before circling your waist again. He doesnât let go, not even as his dick, now soft, slips out of you. He lets you lay on top of him, ear against his chest so that you listen to his heartbeat, refusing to move.
You donât want anything to pop this bubble of peace. Never. You just want to stay here with him, content breathing in the same air as him, until eternity flashes in front of you. Until you grow old and grey, to go to sleep forever. Itâs a powerful feeling, though you like to tell yourself that itâs mutual. That his heart, beating softly in his chest, beats for you, in time with the beats of your own heart. You hope that he, too, doesnât want to let go, though you reckon that this probably was just a hook-up to him, something heâll be proud of, yet keep to himself. Because wouldnât Jungkook be the kind of guy to be proud he bagged the little sister? You think he would.
And the thought scares you more than you would ever dare to admit.
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